MTL - All Over the World To Save My Wife-Chapter 22 The Emperor and the Princess (21)

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“…”

I fell into silence for a long time, and I did not rush, just like a patient hunter, watching the prey who had fallen into the trap and struggling until exhaustion.

"Your Majesty..."

Ling Yan looked at Gu Zhong who was close at hand, and there was pleading in her tone.

With trembling hands, she gently grabbed the wet hem of the person in front of her, she didn't know why Gu Zhong suddenly forced her like this.

As if to open her chest cavity and take out her **** heart to see clearly.

She just wanted to keep the qualification to stand beside Gu Zhong in the end. There were some things she didn't dare to say and couldn't say.

"Sir..."

She sighed lightly, her cold slender hand stroked Ling Yan's cheek and smiled.

"Sir, I love you."

Like a small pebble thrown into the calm lake, ripples from the center spread out in circles.

Birds jumped over the empty forest, swaying the branches of the trees.

This illusion of peace is completely broken.

As soon as she finished speaking, her lips gently covered Ling Yan's eyes, and went down, to the bridge of her nose, to the corner of her lips, as if she was carefully describing the face of the person in front of her.

Ling Yan's heart stopped beating at that moment, and something exploded in her chest, like a firework called Huanxi.

She felt like she was drunk and the world was spinning.

The lips and tongues intersected, and the warm breath was mixed in one place, and the noisy rain outside the room could not cover up the breath that overflowed the room.

Gu Zhong wraps his arms around Lingyan's back, gently wraps her waist, and pushes people to the bed step by step.

Ling Yan also completely relaxed, letting herself be wrapped in this warm embrace.

"Take care..."

Ling Yan's consciousness was scattered in the torrential rain, and her cold voice called out the name in her heart.

"Sir... are you happy?"

This disregard of etiquette aroused a violent reaction from the people below.

"Don't call it that..."

The man pleaded softly with a crying voice.

Gu Zhong called out again, "Sir?"

“…rejoice.”

Tears oozed from the corners of Lingyan's eyes, her hands were holding on to the veil of the bed, her clear knuckles were pale due to the force, she answered softly in a hoarse voice, burning out her emotions. want.

The clear stream is unpredictable, and there is only a lonely cloud in the hidden place. The pine borders are dew and the moon is faint, and the clear light is still the king. 【Note】

On the second day, Ling Yan woke up leisurely, feeling as if she had been put in a box and turned around all night.

"Are you awake, sir?"

Gu Zhong turned over and circled her, his deep eyes were smiling with affection, and the corners of his lips were filled with unstoppable excitement and joy.

"Your Majesty, be careful of catching a cold."

Ling Yan looked at her exposed delicate skin, her eyes drifted to the side unconsciously, and she reached out and pulled the quilt up.

"I want sir to call me by name..."

The grievance said, Gu Zhong relaxed his flexed arm, pressed his body down a little bit, and became more and more fit with the person below him, and a hot piece suddenly ignited from the connection.

Gu Zhong looked at Ling Yan longingly, but he was a little bit savage, reaching out to cover her predatory eyes.

Ling Yan suppressed her trembling body and the same desire, and forcibly pushed Gu Zhong away.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to handle government affairs."

Gu Zhong grabbed Ling Yan's hand that covered her eyes and fell, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was accusing her of being so cruel and talking about government affairs in a good time.

Ling Yan showed extraordinary determination and drove Gu Zhong away.

She looked towards the hidden mess, a red plum printed on the solid-colored fabric, blooming brightly, reminding her of the absurdity of yesterday's night.

In the daytime, they are like-minded rulers and ministers who complement each other, and in the evening, they are the companions of the Wushan and Wushan.

In retrospect, this period of the tour was really a rare and happy time, but it was dreamy and short-lived.

After returning to Beijing, Ling Yan thought Gu Zhong's safety was guaranteed, but she didn't expect her thinking to be broken unexpectedly.

The incident happened after the court meeting the next day after returning to Beijing. Gu Zhong fired at Ling Yan for no reason. Blood.

"Take care!" There was no one in the hall, Ling Yan didn't care about the difference between ruler and minister, and rushed in front of her in three steps, "Xuan Tai..."

"Nothing..."

Gu Zhong hurriedly grabbed Ling Yan and shook his head, but her solemn expression did not seem to be okay.

"You know what this is?"

Although it is a question, what Ling Yan said is very confident.

"The poison... is very similar to the father's."

Gu Zhong pursed his lips, looked at Ling Yan's displeased expression, did not hide it, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect it, it's a prophecy!"

"I've never seen anyone curse him to die prematurely!"

Ling Yan is extremely angry and helpless.

I thought that the opportunity for the Gu should be the assassination of Qinghe that day. At that time, Gu Zhong was slightly wounded, and he didn't care too much, but for some reason, the Gu poison only occurred after returning to Beijing.

"The gu poison and the witch sect originated in the southern border. The late emperor discovered it too late, and the gu was too deep to be able to return to the sky. Now we still have time, we can send people to the southern border to find a doctor. …”

Ling Yan quickly analyzed, she became anxious and could no longer appear as calm as usual.

"Don't let anyone know."

Gu Zhong thought about it for a long time, but he just said such a sentence, which made Ling Yan angry.

"Gu Zhong, is there anything more important than your life?"

"Sir, now the family is at a time of weakness. If they find out that I am being gullible, I'm afraid that something will happen again, and I can't fall short."

When it comes to this issue, Gu Zhong has always shown exceptional assertiveness and stubbornness.

"The King of Qinghe." Ling Yan took a deep breath and spat out three words.

"Ayan?"

"You can trust your own sister."

"Let me think about it..."

Gu Zhong seemed very hesitant this time. He could entrust Xijing to Gu Yang, but he did not want her to go to the southern border, because he was afraid that Gu Yang would be too involved and his safety would be difficult to determine. The only relative.

"Gu Zhong, if you're really worried, I'll go too..."

"No!"

Before Ling Yan finished speaking, she was hugged by Gu Zhong and interrupted fiercely.

"Gu Zhong, your safety is more important than anything."

Ling Yan patted her back soothingly, like coaxing a child.

"You are the most important!"

"?"

"Sir, you are more important than my life."

Don't mention a love, but it's more moving than thousands of confessions.

Ignoring His Majesty the Emperor's resentment, she refused her request to stay in the palace tonight, Ling Yan took the steps that Gu Zhong thoughtfully prepared and walked on the way out of the palace.

"Master Prime Minister."

Goodbye Chen Moxian, the future royal husband, Ling Yan felt a subtle feeling in her heart, as if she took away his beloved from a person she didn't like, awkward but fun .

"Lord Tingwei."

She nodded slightly as a greeting, without even stepping down, she walked by.

Chen Moxian stood there, looking at the distant figure, his expression dark and unclear.

Back to Fuzhong's study, Ling Yan hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the pen, ready to write a note, inviting Gu Yang to talk, even if Gu Zhong was reluctant, the poisoning issue must be solved by someone.

Ling Yan put down the last stroke of the invitation, picked up the paper, dried the wet ink, and summoned the servants of the palace to send the sealed invitation to the Qinghe Palace.

The King of Qinghe naturally would not refuse the invitation of the prime minister of the dynasty, and he answered her for a chat the next day.

When quietly listening to Ling Yan finish talking about the ins and outs of the poison, the pottery teacup burst open in Gu Yang's hand.

"The royal sister is really desperate, how can the poisonous poison drag on? Please also ask the prime minister to accompany this king into the palace."

As a professional sister-controller, Gu Yang's worries and anxiety are beyond words, and he can't wait to give birth to his wings and fly to the palace to make the confused Gu Zhong sober.

Ling Yan, who had brought in foreign aid, was no longer alone, and she didn't even have to go into battle in person.

"Ayan..."

"Sister Huang, even if you don't care about life and death, what should I do? I don't want to lose my last relative!"

"Ayan..."

"Sister Huang, if something happens to you, our Gu family will be doomed!"

Gu Zhong almost didn't take a breath after hearing these words, and Ling Yan, who was watching the play, was so guilty that she was choked on the tea.

"Gu Yang!"

Gu Zhong could not bear to interrupt her thoughts, "Okay, I know, go to the southern border, go to the southern border. It's just that you ran to the southern border inexplicably, making people suspicious."

"It's just a play." Seeing that Gu Zhong finally let go, Gu Yang smiled proudly and looked at Ling Yan.

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Even the Prime Minister and King Qinghe, who have always been regarded as confidants, have suffered a lot, but Chen Moxian, who is wearing the name of his fiancé, is quite envious.

At the one-day meeting, after the King of Qinghe once again contradicted Gu Zhong because of the radical new policy, the young king was furious.

The emperor said, "You speak for the family three and five times, what is your intention? You have a copy of the Qinghe case.

Then the King of Qinghe was demoted to the county king and sealed in the southern border, which was no different from exile.

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Tang Changjian "Suwang Changling Retreat"

The clear stream is unpredictable, and there is only a lonely cloud in the hidden place. The pine borders are dew and the moon is faint, and the clear light is still the king.

Benevolence sees difference, Ami Toefl, offense.