This person is very dangerous.
The elegant and dusty son in white is the first son in the world, Mei Shisan, who sits in front of Fengqin, but caress the qin silently. said indifferently: "There are many variables in the world, let alone people!"
” His eternal and gentle words are like his elegant and noble temperament, and he has never had much interest in the things of this earthly world.
He is the proton of the sojourner of Southern Qin, and he is a mermaid meat.
Although Yan Jiuming was very tolerant of him, the human emperor's heart was fickle, and this grace, when it came and when it left, was never something she could control.
Yan Jiuming looked at Mei Thirteen, miraculously, his anger was slowly suppressed.
The man was on a high seat, slowly rotating the precious black jade on his thumb, and his voice was uncertain: "Thirteen will also change?"
” The man who stroked the qin lowered his head slightly, and a light red appeared on his lips: "Of course!"
” Yan Jiuming's hand rotating the ring paused slightly.
The corners of his eyes provoked a thin cold: "I like that Thirteen is always so honest." ” Candid?
Sometimes honesty is the biggest lie.
"Thirteen, what is there to solve the problem in my heart?"
The elegant man in white said casually: "Nothing can clear the emperor's heart more than letting him die." ” Yan Jiuming's eyes became deeper and deeper: "What can you do to let him die?"
” "The emperor really raised the thirteenth, this imperial power is in the hands of the emperor, if you want to get rid of a rebel minister, the emperor always has a way."
Mei Shisan's eyebrows were always lowered, and everything in his eyes was like the past.
I can't afford to make any waves.
Yan Jiuming fell into deep thought.
How difficult it is to get rid of the heavy gate, even if he can kill him, but who can hold the military power in his hands?
Bei Liang and Xiqi were eyeing each other, and when they died, he destroyed half of the country.
But he did not die, and he was always a scourge.
It's a double-edged sword!
Perhaps, it is time to think of a foolproof strategy, which can not only save half of his country, but also get rid of the heavy door.
It's just that this method is too difficult.
If the woman was still around, she would have a way.
Yan Jiuming's heart was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly stood up from the high seat, why did he think of her?
That woman deserves to die!
"The emperor thought of the old man?"
Mei Thirteen's voice came from His Highness far away, dyed with the sound of the piano, and it sounded tactful.
His heart is clearer than his eyes.
Yan Jiuming slowly sat back and waved his hand: "Thirteen, let's stroke the qin!"
” He didn't want to mention the woman!
Not at all.
Mei 13 stopped talking, concentrating on stroking the qin, the sound of the piano slowly flew over the palace with thousands of red walls and green tiles, the rain and the cold wind fell on the hearts of countless people, this night, countless concubines knew that the emperor and the son Mei 13 were lying in the Fuxing Palace.
There is no concubine who can wait for the emperor.
Since then, the affection between Mei Thirteen and the emperor's short sleeves has spread farther and farther in this palace with cornices and fences.
The sound of the piano flew into a palace wall.
The woman in the light purple gorgeous palace dress sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her delicate face in the bronze mirror, she was a beautiful woman, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of anger, very cold, and the edges and corners were fully displayed, which always made people feel uncomfortable.
"The emperor recruited Mei Thirteen to sleep again?"
Qin Yunxi took off a phoenix hairpin on his head and asked in a cold voice.