Chapter 79: The later she is, the older he will be

Jin Ge didn't know their plan, but people will always climb up the pole. After being bored for so long, he was finally able to make some noise, and he was extremely happy.

The man sat in Jun Lin's arms, feeding her wine and cakes, and doing all the attentive things with her pretty face.

Jun Lin was able to accept it with a smile at first, until he said: "Come quickly, sister Du, I will hold you in the other side of His Majesty's arms. I will feed you wine and you will feed me food. Even though there are only two concubines in the harem, you must not let His Majesty lose face."

The two of them have to create the effect of a group of concubines surrounding each other.

Ye Du was really questioning his life at this moment. He looked at the little troublemaker who had completely let himself go with a sidelong glance, and simply turned his head away from him.

So embarrassing.

Jin Ge had a huge hatred for the King of Yue, and it seemed as if she was born just to embarrass him.

"Hello--"

A cold voice rang in Jin Ge's ears. He looked up and saw Jun Lin's dark eyes filled with displeasure. The man grabbed his wrist, as if his bones would be crushed if he did it again.

Jin Ge was stunned. He was innocent: "Why are you looking at me like this, my husband?"

Having said that, he obediently withdrew from her arms. This seemed to have tested her bottom line, and Jin Ge didn't dare to go any further.

She is a very heartless person.

You have a good impression of her and want to get close to her, but she has no such idea at all. If you make her angry, she will even twist her head off.

He was furious.

If anyone falls in love with her in this life, he will be doomed to failure.

Jin Ge stepped aside and Ye Du took her place, but the man sat upright, looking like a lady from a noble family and the queen.

Those sharp eyes looked straight at the sullen-faced Grand Empress Dowager, and she said politely, "Hello, Grandmother."

Jun Lin patted the back of his hand with satisfaction under the cover of the desk. She liked this appearance.

"Oh."

The Grand Empress Dowager snorted coldly. What a prodigal son Jun Xian had raised. He was dissolute and indulged in wine and sex. It was only natural for her to get rid of her on behalf of the people of Jing State, right?

She had come here with the intention of seizing power, and now all she needed was a day, and someone to give her a push. She wanted to let Jun Xie see that her beloved nephew had become a prisoner, and let the world see that she could also be the emperor ruling the world.

She had the ambition of Wu Zetian, but she didn't have the means, and her vision doomed her to failure.

"Grandmother, the Buddhist beads are about to break."

When the melodious voice came, the Empress Dowager was startled, and the Buddhist beads that were tightly clasped in her fingers suddenly shattered to the ground as the string broke.

She looked hoarsely at Emperor Jing, who was sitting on the main seat with one hand still around Ye Du's shoulder. The man smiled warmly, but he looked like an evil spirit.

The palace, which was filled with singing and dancing, suddenly became quiet.

No one dared to say anything. The dancer quickly and tiptoed back. Jun Xun had a worried look in his eyes and looked at Jun Lin with an hesitant look.

The Empress Dowager said nothing, her fingers were still numb from the sudden breakage of the Buddhist beads.

Jun Lin placed one arm flat on the table, resting his chin with the other, and spoke slowly, "Are you tired, Grandmother? You must be exhausted from the long journey. Why don't you take a rest first? I will visit you tomorrow."

That look was both bold and domineering.

Everyone: "..."

Wrong, Your Majesty! You should act like a loser to lower the opponent's vigilance, not act arrogantly like "You bastard, get out of here quickly, you can't fight at all, it's frustrating to watch"!

What did we discuss that night?

Didn’t you say you would try your best?

What are you doing acting like an idiot?

Jun Xun was almost amused by her. He sighed in exhaustion, "Mother, what Xiaolin said makes sense. You should go back and rest first."

The Empress Dowager glanced at Jun Lin and suddenly smiled: "Heng'er, help me go back and rest."

Childish and stupid trick.

"good."

Jun Xian nodded to Jun Lin and helped her leave.

Jun Lin had heard rumors since she was a child that the palace maids had been pointing fingers at her uncle for a while, but she knew Jun Xian's character, and the Empress Dowager had not succeeded yet.

She looked up at the man who was as quiet as an orchid. This orchid had not seen the sunlight for too long. From the age of twelve to thirty-two, his best twenty years had withered in the palace.

My little uncle has always been handsome. When he was in his teens, he was as handsome as a banished angel from heaven. It’s no wonder that the Empress Dowager developed desire for him and kept him by her side under the guise of adopting her son.

But when Junlin was thirty, he was forty-two, and when she was forty, he was fifty-two. No matter how handsome a person is, he cannot resist aging, and wrinkles will always appear at the corners of his eyes.

If she pulled him out of the cage any later, he would age one more day. That was not possible because he was the closest person to her in her heart.

Jun Lin knew why his uncle loved her so much, because she lived the life he wanted, she could learn martial arts and run freely in the sunshine. Since he himself always lived in the shadows, he would do his best to protect this little seedling of Jun Lin.

Jun Xie is not good at martial arts, has no power, and is indifferent and does not fight or compete with others, but he always keeps Jun Lin in his arms.

Because she carried all his hopes.

Living hope.

The late emperor was a negligent father. He spent most of his time by her side when she was seriously ill after giving birth. The Empress Dowager did not like her. The other princesses and princes were divided up and went to their own territories. Among the relatives in the palace, only her youngest uncle treated her well.

Although they are not related by blood, Jun Lin has long respected him as a true family member.

I can't wait any longer. You were born before I was born, and I was born when you were already old. This is already very sad.

She slowly exhaled the stale air, waved her sleeves to signal everyone to feel free, and walked towards the study.

Minghe, Manchuan and Yunyu naturally followed her, leaving Jinge and Ye Dugan staring.

There is also a person named Xingzhi who drinks leisurely without caring about worldly affairs.

Jin Ge: "It's so annoying. Why am I not from Jing Country? She can't even take me with her when she wants to discuss something."

Ye Du ignored him and turned to walk out the door.

"Did you get any clues about that matter?"

Hearing this, Ye Du paused, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed: "Hmm."

Even though the other party tried to hide it everywhere, his poor acting skills could not escape his eyes.

Jin Ge looked at his back in silence, feeling lonely and staggering. Rarely, he didn't smile this time.

The sleeves that always covered her lips when she smiled were lowered, and there was no trace of smile on her lips.

The sound of pouring wine was heard, and the man said slowly: "My name is a Taoist. For three cents, I can tell you the fortune of the imperial concubine. Do you want to tell me?"

Jin Ge then turned his attention to the person who had been watching the show from beginning to end. He said distressedly: "No, I only have tens of millions of banknotes on me."

But the footsteps did not stop, and the person wandered over and sat down opposite the line.

Xing Yi smiled and said, "It's just a rule. Just give the money."

As Jin Ge clapped the banknotes, he took out the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams diagram and three clean copper coins from his sleeve.

"What do you want to take advantage of?"

Jin Ge raised her lips: "Will I die?"

Xingzhi curled his lips: "Everyone will die."

Jin Ge was distressed: "Is that so?"

He sat up straight, his face no longer smiling but showing a cold and terrifying look: "Then let me ask you, will my old self die in the near future?"

He paused for a moment, looked surprised, then clasped the copper coin in his palms, ready to take the bait.

"It's really strange. I've been doing this for so many years, but this is the first time I've encountered this kind of problem."

The coin is thrown onto the table six times, and then the fortune telling begins.

The huge room was silent, and a Bagua diagram seemed to represent his fate.