She was investigating a case seriously in Zhaochun Palace, but was called to Qianqing Palace by this man for no reason.
What a waste of her precious time!
And her mood at the moment has not yet recovered from her previous unhappiness.
Su Jingyao pursed her rosy lips and sat in front of Jun Zechen reluctantly.
Even though the man's hands were tightly pinching her waist, she stubbornly refused to lie in his arms.
In her opinion, they must now maintain a certain degree of propriety and distance between them.
Jun Zechen propped himself up slightly, rested his chin gently on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"
"Your Majesty, have you calmed me down?"
Su Jingyao said in a cold voice with a tense face.
Jun Zechen had never seen her act so capricious. She looked as cold as a winter plum blossom, aloof and cold.
"I didn't tell Yaoyao about her birthday yesterday. I was wrong. I've already sent someone to find the butterfly carp that Yaoyao likes. Besides the butterfly carp, I have another gift for Yaoyao."
Jun Zechen's magnetic words slowly fell into her ears, his voice deliberately lowered, as if he was deliberately tempting her.
Su Jingyao frowned slightly, and gently pushed him with her slender fingers, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, if you want to give me a gift, please don't get so close to me."
After hearing her words, Jun Zechen raised the corners of his mouth, but didn't bother with her.
Suddenly, he gently bit her round and small earlobe and said domineeringly, "Don't push me away."
After saying that, Jun Zechen stretched out his arms and forced the person into his arms without saying anything.
He held the pen steadily in his right hand and began to write on the small table on the couch.
When he wrote, his wrist moved flexibly, as smoothly as flowing water, and his handwriting was vigorous and majestic.
But Su Jingyao turned her head away stubbornly and didn't even look at him.
After Jun Zechen finished writing, Su Jingyao still didn't even glance at it.
"Yaoyao, you really don't want to take a look?" Jun Zechen's voice was filled with helplessness and doting.
He knew that she was being petty, so he reached out from behind, gently twisted her fair chin, and with a little force using his fingers, forced her gaze to fall on the paper on the small table.
Wish my dear:
It gathers the blessings of the palace and displays graceful charm.
Inheriting the nobility of the inner court and displaying a graceful figure.
With wisdom in mind, everything you experience is smooth, your face is as beautiful as a flower, and your life is as bright as a brocade.
The blessings are profound, the phoenixes fly high and the dragons soar, as if the gods have come to the world.
Every time Jun Zechen thought of the birthday wishes she wrote to him last time, waves of emotion would surge in his heart, warm and deep.
So this time he also wanted to write a similar blessing to her with great care.
He originally thought that she would be filled with joy and have a happy expression on her face, but when Jun Zechen lowered his head to look at her, he not only did not see the expected smile.
Instead, I saw the corners of her eyes gradually turn red, and crystal tears began to swirl in her eye sockets, slowly becoming moist.
Seeing this, Jun Zechen's heart suddenly tightened and he became a little panicked and at a loss.
"Yaoyao doesn't like it?"
"Is the blessing Your Majesty wrote to me?"
There was a hint of crying in Su Jingyao's voice, and her tone was trembling slightly. She seemed so pitiful that people couldn't help but feel pity for her.
"Is there anyone else here besides Yaoyao?" Jun Zechen's tone was extremely gentle, and his soft words seemed to be able to drip water.
"Then your majesty, do you know what Qingqing means?"
Tears welled up in Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes, like two dusty gems. She glared at him fiercely, with both grievance and anger in her eyes.
"I love you dearly, so I call you 'Qinqing'. If I don't call you 'Qinqing', who will? If I don't know you, why would I call you 'Qinqing'?"
Jun Zechen lowered his head slightly and spoke to her in a low voice.
Su Jingyao naturally knew the meaning of "Qingqing", and that was why she felt even more aggrieved.
The emperor's love was promised too easily, but women always liked to hear these sweet words.
When the emperor above everyone else wants to coax you, it's easy to get caught up in it and be unable to extricate yourself.
When Jun Zechen says sweet words, I'm afraid no woman can resist it.
I love you so I call you Qing. If I don’t call you Qing, who should call you Qing?
It's okay to just hear it, but could it be that Su Jingyao would be as naive as Ling Yue and take it seriously?
A momentary fondness is nothing.
Su Jingyao got down from the couch and bowed gracefully.
"I thank Your Majesty for your kindness. I am deeply touched by your blessing."
"It's just that today the Queen Mother specifically ordered me to investigate the case of the Imperial Concubine's poisoning. I need to return to Zhaochun Palace to handle this matter. If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, I will take my leave now."
Her tone was flat and cold. Su Jingyao lowered her head slightly. Although she didn't see Jun Zechen's expression, she knew that his expression must be not good at this moment.
She knew that she shouldn't continue to quarrel with him like this today, she just wanted to test his bottom line a little.
Su Jingyao bent her legs slightly and maintained a saluting posture, but Jun Zechen didn't say anything, and the two of them just stood there in a stalemate.
Gradually, her body began to tremble slightly, and Su Jingyao slowly raised her head and looked at him.
Jun Zechen's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were cold as he looked straight at her.
How long will she continue to make such a fuss?
Su Jingyao looked at him, and her heart sank.
This is the emperor. His tenderness and doting last night were only due to her affectionate performance, which aroused guilt and pity in Jun Zechen's heart.
After returning to the Palace of Heavenly Purity, Jun Zechen was still the almighty emperor.
Su Jingyao looked at his calm face. She really didn't have any capital to continue making trouble with him.
After all, her father, the Shangshu Ling, the head of the civil officials of the country, was just a slave of Jun Zechen. How could she treat Jun Zechen as an equal?
All the women in the harem are like lambs, and he is the master who dominates everything.
It would never be possible for her and Jun Zechen to get along like normal men and women.
So, don't blame her for plotting against him.
Jun Zechen said calmly, "Yaoyao, are you coming over here or going back to Zhaochun Palace?" He patted the couch while speaking.
Su Jingyao bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and walked in front of him.
Seeing her coming, Jun Zechen hugged her tightly in his arms again.
Then he whispered in her ear: "Whatever Yaoyao wants, you can tell me, and I will satisfy Yaoyao."
Su Jingyao's eyelashes drooped slightly and trembled slightly.
She doesn't believe it.
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