Halfway through, Duke Jingguo took the initiative to ask Qingdai to stay.
"My grandson's words and actions yesterday offended Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."
Qingdai looked at the old woman and thought carefully for a while about who her grandson was. After a long time, she remembered that it was Yan Li with the prompt of the small system.
Yan Tingjing stared at Qingdai's back as she left "angrily" and stopped abruptly halfway, a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Old Madam, there's no need to apologize. The young master is young and immature, so I won't bother with him. However, he has always had a good reputation for being chaste and polite. When I saw him yesterday... I thought about it and felt that he still lacked some manners. Old Madam, you still need to take the trouble to teach him some more."
The smile on the old lady's face was almost gone.
Yan Li has always been a young man sought after by girls in the capital, but His Majesty pointed out bluntly that he "lacks etiquette and needs to be taught."
She could imagine that within a day, the news of His Majesty's words would spread throughout the capital. This would not only damage Yan Li's reputation, but also his integrity. After today, which girl would dare to propose marriage?
She wanted to say something, but Qingdai walked straight out of the palace gate.
Yan Tingjing was the head of all officials. He waved his sleeves, saluted the old lady, and then followed her out of the Council Hall.
When he reached the corner of the white marble railing, he was stopped by someone.
"Prime Minister, His Majesty invites you."
****
Qingdai was reviewing memorials in the Xuanzheng Hall.
In a world where women are dominant, perhaps it is because women have more special physiques. After a night of romance, Qingdai recovered quickly.
In the long and quiet palace corridor, there was a person with steady steps and noble demeanor.
"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here."
A shadow slowly appeared above the screen, not too far away, and bowed.
"Your humble servant pays respect to Your Majesty."
"Come in."
Yan Tingjing heard the empress's lazy voice, pursed his lips, and finally walked around the screen to the imperial throne.
Qingdai glanced at Yan Tingjing, whose brows were restrained and whose profile was handsome, and paused the imperial brush in her hand, leaving two vermilion ink dots.
"Come closer, why are you so far away?"
The empress's voice was still lazy, but for no reason there was a hint of smile in it, like a feather gently tickling an itch, hoarse and seductive.
A burning gaze lingered from Yan Tingjing's neck downwards. The man was clearly wearing a neat official robe, but at this moment he seemed to be caressed wantonly by an invisible hand, playing with it and provoking it as the gaze moved downwards.
Yan Tingjing took two steps forward, lowering his brows even more to hide his fleeting evasion.
But he didn't know that this timid look made Qingdai more interested in him.
It has lasted from the morning court until now, and I feel itchy inside and can't stop, mainly because of the Lord Yan who is looking at me with a humble and pleasing face in the palace.
Yan Tingjing had just moved a little closer when the empress grabbed his wrist and in the blink of an eye he was leaning against the tall body of the woman.
"……His Majesty!"
Yan Tingjing tightened his sleeves, and his usually serious expression was broken.
"Could it be that you have been avoiding me? You didn't even glance at me during the morning court..."
Qingdai restrained the struggling Lord Yan and reached out to play with his hand.
"Your Majesty, this is the Xuanzheng Hall..."
This is the place where the government meets and reviews memorials... How can you... sit like this...
"So what? If I hadn't asked someone to bring the Prime Minister to Xuanzheng Hall, would the Prime Minister have come?"
Qingdai opened his slender and powerful palm, inserted her ten fingers into it and interlocked them, chuckled in his ear, her chest shaking slightly, and they looked very intimate.
"Besides, doesn't Yan Qing know what I want to talk to him about? Why are you resisting like this? Are you trying to make trouble with me?"
Yan Tingjing didn't say anything.
The Empress called him "Prime Minister" yesterday... in bed and just now to tease him, just to tease him and force him to say it out loud.
The reason why I changed it to "Yan Qing" now is because... I am dissatisfied with his performance.
"Your Majesty...I am not being unreasonable."
Yan Tingjing still felt awkward, especially when they were being intimate in such a solemn place like Xuanzheng Hall. He lowered his eyes, looking even more pitiful.
Qingdai looked at his pitiful appearance and pursed her lips.
Even though they were so close, Yan Tingjing still couldn't let go. In the final analysis, he still hadn't completely given his body and soul.
She sighed silently, saying that Master Yan's temper still needed to be tamed.
"You're not upset with me, so why don't you dare look at me? Hmm?"
Qingdai's hand slid down the man's sleeve and into the inside, where it was smooth and flawless.
Yan Tingjing's body stiffened. The place where the emperor touched was exactly where the cinnabar was. The cinnabar was no longer there, revealing the absurdity of last night.
Qingdai couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the blush on Yan Tingjing's ears.
"You were so bold when you were bathing me last night, but now you're shy?"
Qingdai saw that his ears were red, and the restlessness in her heart was completely aroused. She reached out and lifted his chin, kissed his thin lips, and the hand that slipped into his sleeve became restless, getting deeper and deeper, and more and more intense.
Although the men in the female-dominated world also have beautiful pectoral muscles, their bodies are generally tall and thin, and their thin, restrained muscles feel particularly soft to the touch, not as hard as before.
She was full of aggression and occupied the highest position. Seeing how pitiful it was that a certain Lord Yan's eyes turned red, she felt happy in her heart, as if a spring breeze had flowed on her face, and was very proud.
******
The memorial was thrown to the ground, and the desk in Xuanzheng Hall used for handling government affairs was in a mess, with a handsome young man lying on the ground.
The vermilion imperial pen fell to the ground, leaving a bright red trail.
Yan Tingjing looked at the mark, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
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