Yang Jun and Rong Qing had originally escorted the empress back and saw the entire scene.

This wasn't the first or second time the Empress had teased someone, but this time it was a little different.

Yang Jun glanced at Rong Qing sideways and said, "You don't look angry."

Rong Qing is quite old, mature, steady, taciturn and dull. Having experienced many great changes, he has been able to control his displeasure and anger.

But as long as he is a living person, he will have seven emotions and six desires, and his attitude towards Your Majesty will be different.

Even though he was only loyal to His Majesty before, after he almost became a corpse puppet last time, Yang Jun could feel that Rong Qing's attitude towards the Empress was slightly different.

Especially this time, the empress stabbed him so many times, but he didn't say a word and his attitude never changed.

Rong Qing kept his composure and didn't show any obvious signs, but this couldn't be hidden from Yang Jun, who had worked with him for many years.

Rong Qing could hear Yang Jun's probing and teasing, but he remained emotionless. He just said something lightly and strode to catch up with the empress.

"I'm thirty-six years old."

For a man, he was in his prime, but he was fourteen years older than the empress.

Fourteen years of age between a man and a woman was not enough to prevent them from marrying and falling in love, but they were still rulers and subjects.

She is the king and he is the minister.

Lou Yan, Song Junzhan and Feng Yin, he saw with his own eyes that His Majesty was being ambiguous with them, and he also saw with his own eyes the ruthlessness and coldness of the Empress.

Lou Yan tried every possible means to get on the dragon bed, but the empress was not at all obsessed.

Prime Minister Song is gentle and affectionate, but what the empress values more is his ability to govern the country.

Prince Feng Yin is the most beloved by the Empress, but to this day, Her Majesty has long forgotten him.

They are all younger and more handsome than him, but none of them can get His Majesty's love or keep His Majesty's heart.

But he couldn't compare to them in anything except martial arts and loyalty.

He couldn't control the emotion that suddenly grew in his heart, but he could control himself.

He remembers his identity, his age, and the meaning of his life.

His life goal is not the dragon bed, nor the apple of His Majesty's eye, but to be within ten feet of His Majesty, to be His Majesty's blade and His Majesty's last shield.

As for anger and jealousy?

He is protecting His Majesty, what does it have to do with him?

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Xiao Li felt that he might be drunk.

If he wasn't drunk, how could he see Song Junzhan sitting in his room?

She was dressed in a smoky green robe, with only a jade hairpin on her head. She had a thin figure and an extraordinary appearance.

This glance seemed to take Xiao Li back to the year when he first met him, sickly and weak, but upright and straight.

He is dressed in flowing green, handsome and elegant, casual and indifferent, like a banished immortal.

A pair of slightly deep auspicious phoenix eyes, with shimmering light in them, and a faint smile, just one glance is enough to make people lose their souls.

Xiao Li stepped in: "Why is the young master here?"

This name made Song Junzhan's smile deepen.

"I've come from afar to meet friends. I wonder if anyone would welcome me?"

Xiao Li smiled and said, "Of course you're welcome. Hongyue, prepare the wine and food."

Xiao Li had already drunk quite a bit, but when he saw Song Junzhan, his mood changed, so it didn't hurt to have another drink.

No matter how good Xiao Li's mood was, he was only willing to drink a glass of wine together, but Song Junzhan was not satisfied with just drinking a glass of wine with His Majesty.

After more than a year of waiting, His Majesty finally woke up. But less than two months later, His Majesty passed away, and he was gone for three months.

His heart was filled with longing, which almost suffocated him.

He has a gentle temperament, but gentleness means tolerance and repression. No matter how good-tempered a person is, once some emotions are suppressed to a certain extent, they will collapse.

Even a banished immortal who is tempted by lust will find it difficult to control himself.

He grabbed Xiao Li's hand, without much movement, just holding it tightly, stroking it gently, to ease the lovesickness that was about to expand and drown him.

He wrote down all the court affairs in detail in the letter. He had nothing to report to His Majesty. Now he was just Song Junzhan, and he came only to see His Majesty.

I had a thousand words in my heart, but when I actually met him, I found that apart from state affairs, I didn't know what else he and Your Majesty could talk about.

Sweet words and promises? Not for them.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and in the end I realized that just sitting there quietly was good enough.

Xiao Li was held by Song Junzhan with one hand, and held the third glass of wine with the other.

However, the wine was snatched away before it reached his lips. Song Junzhan drank it in one gulp, tilted his head back and leaned in to kiss her.

With a little eagerness, but endless tenderness.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Sound after sound, hoarse, sexy and alluring.

Song Junzhan looked like an immortal, but Xiao Li always felt that he was more like a vixen. When he approached with affection in his eyes, no one could resist.

Xiao Li was drunk and didn't know how she fell asleep, but she could feel someone in her arms. The faint scent of medicine mixed with the scent of ink was gentle, clear and particularly pleasant.

The next morning, Xiao Li got up and found herself alone in bed.

She felt a little strange, but she just thought Song Junzhan had gotten up early. But after she washed up and had her meal, she asked, "Where's Song Junzhan?"

Logically, Song Junzhan should have come to have breakfast with her, but why was he nowhere to be seen?

Hong Yue looked surprised: "Your Majesty, are you thinking about the Prime Minister?"

This time it was Xiao Li's turn to be confused: "What did you say?"

Hong Yue thought Xiao Li was drunk and confused, so she explained with a smile, "Your Majesty, we are in Yanping Prefecture, and the Prime Minister is in the capital."

Xiao Li was a little bit unbelievable: "Song Junzhan came last night, Hongyue, didn't you serve him wine and food?"

Hongyue: "Your Majesty did ask me to serve you wine and food last night, but he drank three cups by himself and fell asleep. I and the others washed him together, and there was no mention of the Prime Minister."

The other maids nodded repeatedly, confirming that Hongyue's words were true.

Xiao Li still didn't want to believe that what happened last night was so real, but it was just a dream?

Xiao Li didn't say anything else. Since they said she was drunk, she just assumed that she was drunk. However, she always felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

While she was having breakfast in a restless mood, an extremely dark figure appeared beside her in the bright light of day.

'Your Prime Minister is dying'

He did not speak, only looked at her with a pair of blood-red eyes, and his voice was transmitted to her mind.

Xiao Li's throat suddenly choked up, and he swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty: "Song Junzhan is going to die?"

Xiao Li didn't believe it. Song Junzhan was surrounded by a group of people with great martial arts skills, and the silver-armored guards in the capital were also doing their best to protect him.

Song Junzhan is either in the palace or his mansion every day, which is the safest place.

The black consciousness waved its hand, and a picture appeared in Xiao Li's mind.

There was a fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion and assassins were charging in. The guards and silver-armored guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion fought hard, but they did not expect that a traitor would appear and jump into the frozen lake holding Song Junzhan.

The ice surface of the lake was broken and sank directly.

The following scenes were lost, but Xiao Li could imagine that even if Song Junzhan was not injured, it must have been very bad.

He has always been weak and could not withstand being soaked in ice water.