MTL - Empress True Colors-Chapter 61 Various styles

Big eyes meet big eyes.

Jing Hengbo's dull eyes met Gong Yin's dark eyes, he was looking down, the expression on his face...Jing Hengbo couldn't bear to describe.

Jing Hengbo thought about his current expression, it must be unbearable to describe.

Because of this location...

She was lying on her back, and Gong Yin was looking down. The way they looked at each other meant that Gong Yin was not lying on the bed at the moment.

He was sitting cross-legged, and she, lying on her back, was now falling into him...on top of her legs...

The strange feeling under the neck is because she is resting on his leg...

What's more terrible is Gong Yin's dress! Not at all as strict and conservative as he was during the day!

He has long hair loose, and he is sullenly in his own palace, wearing a one-piece silk long dress that is almost transparent!

low collar! No girdle! Let go of your cuffs! transparent!

Can she see his jade-colored skin under his thin silk clothes?

Can she see the faint little cherry blossoms?

She can even see his thin waist...

Oh, she will never tell everyone that she only needs to move up a little, and she can achieve the hottest and most nosebleed nothing! superior! catch! touch!

The position where she landed is too Nima exquisite! It is simply the precious golden section point!

Jing Hengbo didn't even dare to breathe through his nose.

I'm afraid that the breath is too strong, blowing something, blowing something or smelling something...

She got up quickly, but unfortunately her waist hurt and she couldn't stand up for a while, so she had to slowly back down, like a cicada swaying and shedding its skin.

The long satin-like hair spread out, softly brushing all the way...

Jing Hengbo heard a gasp, and felt the body under her neck tense suddenly. She raised her eyes, and in the white flowing smoke, a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Gong Yin's skin. The chin, the tense neck, and the clearer collarbone, all shone like his eyes at this moment, shining like diamonds in the misty white mist.

Jing Hengbo was stunned by those finely condensed and gleaming sweat, and the same crystal-clear skin under the sweat. She never thought that Gong Yin, who usually has a tight neckline, with such black hair and a messy neckline, could be called... sexy.

She swallowed involuntarily, and made a loud thud. She made up her mind to leave quickly, otherwise she was afraid that she would make a mistake.

One move, one rub, one inhale.

A hand stretched out and pinned her shoulder resentfully, Jing Hengbo froze, but that hand was not as strong as usual, it was held softly, and then Gong Yin's voice, slightly hoarse, finally sounded .

"Are you enough..."

Don't make it seem like my sister is a female thief who enters the boudoir of good women and men at night to pick flowers!

But...it really does look alike...

Jing Hengbo stretched his hands to his waist, rubbed slowly, and said nonchalantly, "Hehe, it's not enough."

Gong Yin didn't speak, seemed to be adjusting his breath, and said after a long while: "Go out."

"You think I want to stay here?" Jing Hengbo retorted, "You think I like to see you with your hair loose and wearing a transparent low-necked pajamas? Are you locked in the dormitory alone and singing Little Apple on a broomstick? "

Gong Yin was silent for a while, Jing Hengbo wondered if he was dizzy, but he suddenly said: "You don't like it? You don't like it, why do you keep looking into my neckline?"

Jing Hengbo: "..."

After the red and white colors on her face were evenly adjusted, she finally sat up rubbing her old waist. The moment she got up, she heard Gong Yin let out a long inhale, whether it was pain or relief.

She didn't dare to look back, and waited for a while, and after the red and white colors on her face were evenly adjusted again, she turned over and knelt down on his bed, leaned close to her face, stared at him with big eyes, and said angrily: "I have worked so hard!" Of course you can’t come here for nothing. Even if it’s not good-looking, you should take a few more glances to be worth it!” Grabbing the lapel of his clothes, he said with a smirk: “After reading it, sell it to the small shop, so that you always show off your power to me... "

She shoved lightly, seemingly pushing him, but in fact, she was just guarding against this black-bellied and arrogant guy. She was ready to teleport at any time, and her legs had already retreated.

With a soft bang, Gong Yin fell down so limply.

Jing Hengbo's eyes widened in shock, and he knelt and looked at his hands—what rice? Was Ultraman possessed just now? How could Gong Yin be pushed down so easily?

Look down at Gong Yin again, good guy!

Is that limp lying on the couch, disheveled clothes, loose long hair, slightly closed eyes, pale complexion and graceful beauty really Gong Yin?

Didn't Jingyun disguise herself?

Gong Yin in this shape is really full of... a sense of disobedience...

There will be no conspiracy, right?

Jing Hengbo glanced at the hall vigilantly. The hall was too spacious and clean. She was sure that apart from herself and Gong Yin, there would not even be a single cockroach.

Looking at the soft and delicate Gong Dashen on the couch, she finally woke up to a shocking fact.

Tencel loose! it turns out! real! It works!

Yo, it's time for the Queen to stand up and be the master.

Jing Hengbo's anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and the evil came to his gallbladder!

She viciously... fell sideways and fell asleep beside Gong Yin.

Gong Yin didn't move.

Jing Hengbo flicked his hands and feet, pulled the quilt at his feet and Gong Yin's robe to hug him, and looked at Gong Yin vigilantly from above the quilt, if he violently attacked, she would hug his robe and dodge. If he is dressed like this, he can't be chased out, right?

Gong Yin didn't move.

Jing Hengbo was a little relieved, based on her understanding of Gong Yin, the Great God disdained to set a trap to harm people, he was direct and fierce, and he would kill with every strike.

She threw the quilt away, threw Gong Yin's robe on the ground, lay on her side with one hand on her cheek, looked at Gong Yin, and sneered at each other.

What a 30-year feng shui turn!

After a quarrel during the day, she was given a chance to take revenge at night.

A high-ranking great teacher, a treacherous minister who seeks power to usurp the throne, a dictator who empties the monarch, you have today!

She was lying on someone's bed, hugging someone's quilt, and sneered to herself for a long time.

Gong Yin keeps his eyes closed and his lips tightly pressed, which can be interpreted as noble and inviolable, or as being picked by the king, or as being abused by Ren Qing.

Jing Hengbo of course prefers the last one.

"Hehehe!" Jing Hengbo finished his sneer, stretched out his hand, and shoved the man opposite, "Gong Yin, apologize to me!"

As expected, Gong Yin was rolled on the bed by her push, his face was turned sideways, and his long hair was spread out softly, scattered on the jade-colored neck.

Jing Hengbo's eyes are bright - the God of Gong who can be rounded and flattened at will! Don't miss the opportunity!

She crawled over and pinched Gong Yin's chin, "Apologize!"

Rubbing Gong Yin's hair, "Apologize!"

Rubbing Gong Yin's face with both hands, "Apologize."

Reining Gong Yin's neck, "Apologize."

Gong Yin opened his eyes, looked at her, then closed them indifferently, looking like he was going to sleep.

Jing Hengbo seemed to have hit the cotton with his fist, and suddenly he couldn't move against such a soft and careless Gong Yin.

After being ravaged for a long time, her playfulness suddenly arose, she put Gong Yin down, turned sideways to her, and also put on a posture with one elbow resting on his cheek, and picked up his long hair. Pull the neckline down again.

The hair between her fingers was as smooth as satin, and she rubbed it bitterly.

In the pale and hazy light, she was clearly a delicate beauty with a begonia sleeping in spring.

Jing Hengbo was very poetic, and while chanting "Famous flowers are all over the country, they are happy together, and they will not return until they break Loulan." He took out a Polaroid from his waist pocket.

When she broke into Gongyin's bedroom at night, she was already curious and wanted to know more about the structure of his residence, so she brought this thing with her.

Adjust the focus to the angle, click.

The moment the shutter was pressed, Gong Yin, who had been quiet and powerless, suddenly lowered his head slightly.

Long hair poured down, covering his face.

The light was not good, and Jing Hengbo didn't even look at the photo, he just smiled triumphantly while holding it up.

"Gong Yin, from today onwards, you have something to do with me. The Dahuang version of Yanzhaomen! Hahahaha, be obedient in the future! Be good!"

"Have you played enough?" Gong Yin finally said, "Go out after playing enough, within twelve hours, order someone to guard the door for me, and say that I am in retreat, and all other affairs will be suspended."

"You should say, respected queen, please help me to inform Meng Hu that I will not be able to work within a day. I will work overtime when I am well."

Jing Hengbo put away the photo in a good mood, "Hey, I suddenly feel that the one just now wasn't hot enough."

Gong Yin stopped talking again, her jet-black hair was disheveled on her forehead, her eyelashes were slightly closed, showing a lazy style that cannot be seen on weekdays.

Jing Hengbo climbed out of the bed, turned around, came back disappointed, shook his head and muttered: "Sure enough, there is no candle and whip, and I can't pose for a photo. I know you won't have such interesting things..."

While grunting, she pulled out the silk sheet, tore it into large strips, and weighed the straps, thinking about the way to bind them.

Chinese style? European style? Japanese-style? Neither style will do.

Just come up with a style, anyway, I just want to take a photo to keep a certificate, and it may be a killer tool when necessary. It's good to throw it out to kill him during a quarrel, but I don't believe that he can still look tall and virtuous after seeing a photo like this of himself?

Maybe from now on the west wind will overwhelm the east wind.

Or tie it up casually.

Jing Hengbo was busy, and arranged Gong Yin in a big font, stretched his hands and feet, and simply bound him to the four side bedposts.

Gong Yin didn't struggle, in fact he couldn't struggle either, Jing Hengbo had already noticed it when he moved his body, his body was very soft tonight, without any strength. Only the simplest actions can be done. Sweat still oozes from her skin from time to time, as if she has been exercising her skills and forcing her poison, and she has no energy to control her to do whatever she wants.

Jing Hengbo squinted his eyes, and his hands were shaking with excitement—a great **** with a delicate body and a soft body exuding power, so tempting, so tempting!

Even the most beautiful manga can't draw that charming mood. A person who is normally ascetic as an iceberg suddenly turned upside down like spring water after shedding his ice and snow weapons.

Jing Hengbo feasted his eyes, and his anger was gone. Gege smiled and knelt on the bed, slapping left and right, having a great time, and suddenly felt that only Gong Yin in the photo was not so impactful, and it would be better to add the horizontal knife immediately Just be yourself.

How can two people enter the camera at the same time? After thinking about it, she sat down beside Gong Yin, slashed at his neck with one hand in a knife pose, and raised her Polaroid with the other.

Click one.

Turning over and half kneeling, Xu Xu strangled him by the throat.

Click one.

Lie down in his arms, elbows on his neck.

Click another one.

"Look, look," she whispered while taking pictures, "Ask you to put on a fork in the future? Tell you to be cold in the future? When the photo comes back, you will be buried in the mud for the rest of your life and don't look up."

Gong Yin suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his hands, as if struggling to get up.

Jing Hengbo's hands trembled in shock, and the Polaroid fell to Gong Yin's chest. She hurriedly turned over to pick it up, and it hit Gong Yin's body with a bang.

The face was buried down, buried in a soft and cool place.

Jing Hengbo froze.

Familiar scent of alpine snow lotus, cool and clean charm, familiar smooth jade-like skin, familiar, soft and moist lips.

She could almost imagine his special soft and reddish lips, tightly pressed into a line by her...

The plot of the third-rate president's article flashed through my mind instantly, and it seemed that the next action should be "open the teeth and swim with the tip of the tongue?"

Before she could decide whether to act faithfully according to the script, a hand beside her suddenly lifted up, picked up the fallen Polaroid from the side of the bed, faced her obliquely, and pressed the shutter.

"Crack."

Jing Hengbo stared dumbfounded at Gong Yin's right hand, who at some point got out of the bondage, and was easily taking a photo of himself with a Polaroid.

How can he use it?

Are these men brains fighters?

"Tch." With a soft sound, the photo was slowly spit out. Jing Hengbo knew that there must be a problem with the angle of the photo, so he reached out and snatched it. Gong Yin's movements were always faster than her. With a flick of his finger, the photo flew out, passed through the tent, and slammed It disappeared into the depths of the hall with a sound.

Jing Hengbo watched the photo disappear, knowing that it would be impossible to find this photo in his life.

Gong Yin has a dark belly, no wonder he doesn't care at all!

A fake move tricked her into offering a kiss, and she was even photographed offering a kiss. He didn't take advantage of what he wanted to take advantage of, but he took it instead.

"Hey," she didn't give up, she pinched his neck and asked, "What did you take a picture of just now? What are you proud of? You were pressed under me and ravaged by me. Does it look good?"

"It took a picture of your pouting face to force a kiss," Gong Yin said calmly, "Of course, without my face."

Jing Hengbo hated him so much that he pressed his fingers on his lips and said ruthlessly, "I'm going to suffocate you—"

Gong Yin didn't speak, but stared at her with dark eyes, the eyes were as deep as a deep, she saw her own reflection in such quiet eyes, her heart suddenly moved and jumped, her fingers suddenly felt very hot, and suddenly felt his His lips are so soft, contradictory and harmonious with his ice-like temperament, and then suddenly he remembered the pressure just now, his faint fragrance forced people, quiet and profound...

She withdrew her fingers, turned her head, and knelt on the bed, folding and unfolding a stack of photos like playing cards, opening and closing.

Gong Yin ignored her, closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly said: "Is there Tiansi powder in the soup?"

Jing Hengbo let out a hey hey, and said, "I was going to punish Yeluqi, but you insisted on snatching it away, you deserve it."

Gong Yin was actually not angry, a blush slowly escaped from his face, and he looked quite satisfied.

Jing Hengbo knew at a glance that someone had a mental illness. Isn't it because she confirmed that Yeluqi was the one she wanted to fix.

"I'm here to see if you're dead. If you're dead, find someone to collect your body." She crawled under the bed with a straight face, "But it doesn't seem necessary now."

"One day." Gong Yin said.

"Um?"

"Tiansi powder is effective for three days, but I only need one day. Originally, three hours would be enough, but when I was practicing my kung fu, I was suddenly interrupted, and my breath was interrupted, so the time was extended."

Jing Hengbo snorted.

"Then just sleep for a day." She continued to leave.

"During this day," Gong Yin said to himself, "hundreds of courtiers will come to see and ask for instructions, and there will be hundreds of papers waiting for approval. Because I didn't make any arrangements in advance, there may even be hostile people who will come to snoop and look for the right person. My chance."

Is this arousing her guilt? Too bad she didn't.

"That's your business, who told you to grab the soup by yourself."

"Without my permission, no one can enter my bedroom. There is no news here in the short term. And if I don't show up for more than one hour from the court affairs meeting without any reason, Yuzhao Palace will enter the first-level alert. If I don't show up for two hours , the dragon rider will enter the imperial city. If you don't show up for four hours, Kanglong will open the palace. If you don't show up for six hours..." He paused, "Maybe Dige is about to go to war."

Jing Hengbo blinked his eyes, "Then can I seize the opportunity to usurp the throne?"

"You are already His Majesty."

"You reminded me of one thing." Jing Hengbo clapped his hands, "No one knows about your situation now. If I kill you, I will solve you, the treacherous minister who usurped the king's power. A real queen?"

"You can try." Gong Yin's eyes were clear, and no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

"Then what's waiting for me?" Jing Hengbo turned upside down on the bed, "Tricks? Poison gas? Or the ever-changing pearls on your collar?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Gong Yin's lips.

"Okay. I'll let you off for once." Jing Hengbo clapped his hands, "I'll help you inform Meng Hu and tell him that you are sick and need to rest for a day."

"cannot."

"Why?"

"This is tantamount to telling Yeluqi and the others that something is wrong with me. Once Yeluqi and the others take action, Meng Hu has no right to mobilize the Yuzhao Dragonriders and Kanglong Army, which may cause chaos."

"Gong Yin."

"Um."

"Do you think it's not smart for a person to hold all the power in his own hands? Once something goes wrong, you don't even have anyone who can take over from you, let alone you will be exhausted to death."

"Well," Gong Yin rarely agreed with her meaning, and said slowly, "So I'm wondering if it's time to train someone to take over."

"Who? Meng Hu? He is your personal bodyguard. He is loyal enough, but I don't think he has political acumen. He is not a person who can stand on his own. Neither can Yu Chun. He has a hidden tyranny in his temperament. You may not be able to control yourself well. Ah Shan has a pair of dexterous hands, but he is too withdrawn. You should choose from among the young and new courtiers, personally show kindness, and cultivate both kindness and power..." Jing Hengbo flicked his nails, speaking casually but very fluently , seems to require no thinking.

Gong Yin glanced at Jing Hengbo with a smile.

Does she know that every time she talks about these major issues, her demeanor is completely different from her usual casualness, her eyes are shining, her wisdom is flowing, and she has a convincing brilliance.

She has a flair for politics.

She has hidden acumen.

As long as she is willing to calm down and think carefully, no young courtier can compare.

"You harmed me, and you are responsible for me." He said suddenly.

Jing Hengbo's eyes widened in shock, what is it? Responsible?

Such ridiculous words, shouldn't those scriptwriters in the **** romance TV series say it to the female bully for the sake of being funny? When did Emperor Gao Leng grab it?

Is this appropriate?

She found that Gong Yin sometimes spoke with all kinds of strange peaks protruding out of the sky, which constellation is he?

Gong Yin didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with these words. With a movement of his hand, he got rid of the loose cloth rope, patted the side of the bed and said, "Sit down."

"Why should I sit?" Jing Hengbo immediately lay down.

The corner of Gong Yin's lips curved. Well, yes, that's it.

The two were lying on their backs, looking up at the roof of the hall, they suddenly felt that since they knew each other, they had been arguing in various ways, whether they were enemies or not, friends or not, they were arguing endlessly. But it really seemed to be the first time when they were lying together so quietly.

Jing Hengbo only felt that his heart was slowly calming down, the restless restlessness was gone, and the blush and heartbeat from seeing his body under the transparent silk clothes just now were gone. His aura was still floating very close, but it no longer made her restless. Uneasy, the air around seemed to slowly quiet down, just waiting for a rare and peaceful communication.

There is a pattern of marble on the top of the hall, but no shape can be seen. She thinks the lines are so beautiful, like a pig.

Hey, it's not bad to just chat without covering the quilt.

"It's still some hours before dawn, and I happen to have something to tell you."

"Oh." She answered casually, without thinking about why she had to accept the explanation.

"Let me ask you a question first. Yesterday, the court was quiet and you were peeping through the wall. When you came out, you saw almost all the important ministers and powerful figures in the court. How do you think these people think of you? Who can you get close to? Who can be used, and who is destined to be the enemy? Don't judge by the performance of everyone on the day of the welcome ceremony, I only want you to draw a conclusion based on the quiet court that day."

The question was a bit harsh. At that time, she was on top of the wall, and the important ministers looked at it from a distance in the yard, and they came to a conclusion without even saying hello. Sounds like a ridiculous topic.

She didn't even think about it.

"You can trust the great sage Chang Fang, and you can ask him for help when necessary. The rest of the ministers whose names I can't even name are neutral. I am now a dispensable queen to them, and I want to gain their support. , I have to show more skills. Under normal circumstances, they will not take the initiative to harm me. Fei Luo can only be regarded as half of the enemy, and she pays more attention to the interests of the individual and Xiangguo. The real enemy is Sang Tong."

"I remember that day when Chang Fang saluted you, the important officials pretended not to see you, Fei Luo glared at you, but Sang Tong smiled at you. Your reasoning seems a bit strange."

Jing Hengbo was surprised that this guy was in the study at the time, why did he even see the attitude of the bosses towards her when they went out?

"Chang Fang is grateful to me. He once aspired to be my slave, and he respects me at any time. He will not change because of changes in other people's attitudes. He is reliable."

"The rest of the bosses don't agree with my behavior, but they don't want to take care of it now, so they pretend not to see it. This is more or less respect and scruples for me, the queen. So they won't help, but they can fight for it. It just depends on whether I can Increase your weight."

"Feiluo's hostility is obvious, but his attitude is relatively clear. A person who puts hostility on his face will generally not do anything wrong. A dog that bites does not bark."

"It's Sang Tong who really despises me the most. She doesn't evade or give in to me as a queen. She just nods when she sees me. She doesn't regard me as a queen above ten thousand people at all, and she even has a slightly condescending attitude. Her smile, It’s actually an attitude of contempt.”

"Papa papa." Gong Yin was applauding lightly, "Maybe they should listen to what you said."

"Are you willing?" She tilted her head and smiled slightly mockingly.

Even at this peaceful moment, she did not dare to forget the power conflict between the two to some extent. Thanks to so much, from the moment she stepped into Yuzhao Palace, she had already learned to be vigilant.

Gong Yin refused to answer and changed the subject.

"Do you want to know the defense of the guards in the palace?"

"Ah?" She didn't expect him to say this suddenly.

"It is divided into internal defense and external defense. And Yuzhao maze..." He pulled out a flap from under the bed and took out a scroll.

She leaned over curiously.

"Yuzhao and Kanglong each have some secret settings..."

"Most important officials in the court live in Shandefang, and they can quickly enter from a secret passage in the palace..."

"There are some arrangements under Shandefang..."

"The detailed settings of the courtiers' divisions..."

"Where are the Seven Gates of Miyagi and the Jade Pagoda..."

"The layout of the Great Wilderness surrounded by many layers has both disadvantages and advantages. The ancestor emperor once left the emperor's silk book, it depends on whether you can find it..."

The cold air in the hall gradually dissipated, and the sky was bright. Jing Hengbo didn't feel sleepy all night, lying on the bed and looking at a lot of drawings with his eyes shining.

"In half a quarter of an hour, the important ministers will come to the quiet court to discuss matters." Gong Yin suddenly became quiet and said, "You go."

Jing Hengbo turned his head to look at him, his slightly raised peach blossom eyes were shining brightly.

"Why tell me this."

Talking with each other that night, the more I listened to it, the more frightened I became. What Gongyin said was all about the most important secrets of this palace, and even this dynasty. She was a little puzzled, not knowing if this was something that previous queens should know, or if it was just an exception for herself.

According to the legend, the queen only enjoys a dignified status but no real power. Normally, there is no need to know these secrets related to military defense and the overall political situation.

"You have too much mess in your mind, maybe you should add something useful." Gong Yin's words are always so angry.

"What should I do when I go out?"

"Do whatever you want to do with it."

Jing Hengbo laughed, his eyes narrowed, waves of water rippling.

"Last question," she turned her head before stepping out the door, "You are so abstinent and coquettish during the day, why do you dress so ambiguously and seductively at night? Could it be that you are a black-bellied ghost with a cold appearance and abstinence but in fact a coquettish and dissolute beauty? By... ouch!"

Gong Yin just flicked his fingers, and suddenly there was a threshold on the ground. Jing Hengbo teleported himself out in time before he was tripped and fell like a dog eating shit.

"Bang." With a sound, she lay on her stomach in the yard outside the bedroom, and a large pile of boots jumped away in horror.

Judging from the style of the boots, you can tell that they are the guards on Jingting's side.

Jing Hengbo let out a chuckle, propped his chin on the ground, and was trying to explain how he suddenly appeared outside Gong Yin's bedroom door, when the pile of boots suddenly walked away.

"The weather is nice today, hehe."

"Yeah hehe."

"Brother Zhang, you look good too, hehe."

"Brother Wang, you look pretty good too."

"The side door is open, should we arrange defense?"

"It's still early, let's drive first."

A group of people looked around and walked away as if they saw nothing. Jing Hengbo got up and brushed the dust off his knees.

"I don't know when Gong Yin will sleep with someone!" With a grunt, she returned to her palace through the unguarded side door.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zirui, she had come earlier than usual, and was blocking the side door, Jing Hengbo muttered: "Oops."

Sure enough, when Zirui saw her, she walked over quickly. After a night, she calmed down a lot, and regained her previous dignity and rigor, and her clothes seemed neater and simpler than usual. There is more respect.

This woman did not lose her composure too much before the catastrophe, and she recovered quickly after the catastrophe. She really deserves to be an excellent talent who has been selected by the court for many years.

Jing Hengbo didn't think that such a talent would completely give up her personal responsibilities and principles just because of yesterday's life-saving grace.

Sure enough, Zirui saluted her and said seriously: "Where did Your Majesty go last night?"

"Talk about life, ideals, and the impact of morality and ethics on people's hearts with the National Teacher." Jing Hengbo brushed his temples and smiled charmingly without any shame.

"Oh." Zirui said calmly, "Although Her Majesty and the State Teacher can get closer to discuss state affairs, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen should summon the State Teacher instead of going in person. If someone If you find out, I’m afraid there will inevitably be trouble.”

Although she was mentioning some rules, she didn't say a word about breaking into the bedroom in the middle of the night, and the phrase "discovery". Jing Hengbo felt that the words were quite clever, and said with a smile: "The national teacher is too busy, I understand him I just went there in person, like Zirui, look, how can I be in compliance with the rules and achieve the purpose that the national teacher and I often talk about life, ideals, morals and ethics, and have an impact on people's hearts?"

"Oh." The dignified and rigorous female official said, "The duty of this minister is to advise the Queen on some rules and solve problems. If Your Majesty wants to discuss life ideals with the national teacher in the future, please inform this minister and let him wait near you. Yes. With the presence of a humble minister, even the Prime Minister cannot blame you. Because when it comes to the teaching and restraint of the palace rules, only the humble minister is the first person responsible."

Is this the meaning of volunteering to give her a lookout?

It's rare to speak righteously and strictly, full of palace rules.

Wizards oh wizards.

"This is the best way!" Jing Hengbo clapped his hands, "However, I'm a little embarrassed to make you stand all night."

"Your Majesty is merciful." Zirui said, "If you give me a rest, I will naturally rest."

"What if I let you rest in the outermost room in the next yard?"

"Naturally obey the order, my heart is on your majesty, even if you are a little far away from your majesty, it will not affect my performance of duties with hearing and eyesight."

It's a bit far away, two yards apart, Jing Hengbo believes that even if she rapes Gong Yin, Zirui won't hear him struggling and calling for help.

She smiled even more.

"So, in the future, I hope you will remind me of the palace rules and help me survive in the palace better."

"I would like to accept the queen's will." Zirui bowed her head respectfully.

Jing Hengbo looked around with a smile, "Hey, I heard that today I'm going to teach you how to behave in and out of the palace and in various ceremonies, but I have more important things to do today. Miss Rui, do you think there is any way, which is in compliance with the rules, and can be exempted from teaching?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the arrival of the Jiaoyin Nanny can only be prevented by this minister. However, as a female official by His Majesty's side, I have the qualifications to select and examine whether the Jiaoyin Nanny is qualified. I request Your Majesty to allow this minister." Let’s examine these nuns first for His Majesty, in case they don’t learn the rules well enough to teach His Majesty well and affect His Majesty’s dignity.”

"Extremely, extremely." Jing Hengbo nodded with great joy in his heart, "Be sure to investigate carefully, preferably for a long time."

"Ten parts of the Great Wilderness Rituals, 1,008 palace regulations, and 30 volumes of various rules and regulations." Zirui said calmly, "It must not be possible to finish the inspection in one day. I dare you to wait a few more days. , and maybe even longer."

"I'm very anxious," Jing Hengbo said happily, "It's been so long!"

"It's hard for His Majesty to wait." Zirui bowed her head in fear.

Jing Hengbo burst into a smile, and patted Zirui on the shoulder.

What a wonderful man.

It's not in vain to quarrel with Gong Yin yesterday and save her once.

"I'm going to meet with important ministers later and participate in the discussion." She went back to her room to change clothes and asked Zirui, "Do you have any good suggestions for me?"

"According to the rules, you are not allowed to directly discuss matters with the ministers. Is it authorized by the national teacher?"

"Yes."

"Weichen can almost foresee that in the first half an hour, you must be discussing that your actions are not in compliance with the rules, and you may even be expelled directly."

"I want them to shut up."

"Just shut up?"

"No." Jing Hengbo turned his head and stared at Zirui.

"I still want to be a good queen. I don't want to be a puppet anymore. I want to change Dahuang's harsh treatment of queens. I think there will be no reincarnated queen after me. I think," she paused, "to live up to a queen." opportunities given to me."

Gong Yin may not need her to come forward to take care of things on his behalf, he is giving her a chance.

Of course, this is also a test.

She could vaguely guess Gong Yin's current contradictions and hesitation.

His subordinates hoped that he would depose the queen or even exile the queen and become the male emperor.

And he, because of her appearance, had changed his original thinking, but the change meant a betrayal of all his subordinates, and even he couldn't bear this responsibility.

So he wants to test her ability and character, and if she can handle it well enough, he will give her a chance.

If not, even if she is allowed to be the queen, sooner or later she will be swallowed up by all the forces that are looking at her like a tiger, which will harm her instead. It's better to be a puppet or an ordinary woman under his wings.

Jing Hengbo originally thought that Gong Yin would choose the second option without even thinking about it, and it would be a big deal for him to let her live.

It never occurred to him that he was willing to take the risk of giving her a chance.

Of course she wouldn't give up without trying.

The four-person team of the research institute can survive the long years of detention and experiments, and never give up looking for opportunities to escape, so there is no real coward.

This is honest to Zirui, she also wants to see the attitude of this woman, if she is not clear enough, then she will not trust her from now on.

Zirui didn't even blink her eyes.

"There is actually a rule in the ceremony that is forgotten by many people." She said slowly.

"What?" Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up.

"The queen has the right to discuss urgent matters."

Jing Hengbo shook his head. Gong Yin has a problem, it can be regarded as urgent, but this cannot be said.

"Im urgent... Im urgent..." Jing Hengbo rubbed his hands and walked around the hall, thinking of something to be anxious about.

She didn't want to be wronged and wronged to participate in the discussion, so that others would agree to sit on the side and act as a human flesh background. This is the first time she has tentatively stepped into the center of national power, and she must take the initiative by herself. With a good start, there will be a great follow-up.

This imminent emergency had to be imminent, shocking enough, important enough, and enough to make people lose their sense of panic, so that she would have the chance to step into the center of the political arena in the Great Desolation!

How to create such an effect?

Fried Yuzhao? Burned down Jingting? Well, Gong Yin will strangle her to death.

She looked up, her eyes touched somewhere, and her eyes suddenly lit up.