Fengyi Palace, Xu hour.

"The Emperor is here-" Fu Lu's voice sounded outside. Then the golden dragon robe came into view, with ink hair floating, slightly upward thin lips and vast eyes, deep as if they were about to suck people in.

Yishui and Cheyu took the palace people to retreat consciously, and Ye Ying stood up lazily: "I'm here to see the emperor."

"So polite?" Nangong Ye seemed to be disrespectful. Ye Ying's face was bulging like a bun, "Do you need this?"

"If you don't have anything to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Palace, tell me, what's wrong with you!" Ye Ying calmly took a sip of water and did not go to see Nangong Ye. Nangong Ye opened his mouth and closed it, as if there was something unspeakable. Ye Ying raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? Are hemorrhoids growing on the p-thighs? Or are they incompetent?"

It was already fine, but Nangong Ye's face was as angry as a pig's liver: "Ye Ying, what dirty things are you pretending to be in your head?" Is this kind of thing a woman should say? She is still a woman. Nangong Ye is a little suspicious of Ye Ying's gender.

"Are you here to scold me or cause trouble for me? I don't have that time today?" Ye Ying yawned deliberately, "I'm tired. Tell me quickly if you have something to do, Your Majesty, you are busy every day and you're so busy, don't take the time to come."

"Actually, this is about Xuelian... uh, that's it..." Nangong Ye said intermittently, and Ye Ying couldn't wait to take it over: "You want her... the owner of the post enters the palace."

"You..." Nangong Ye looked at Ye Ying with surprise. "Hey, you are the emperor, the emperor, the emperor, the emperor, the biggest person, who can control you? You have everything you want, no one cares about you. I can't control your affairs, and I'm not interested. If you want the poster to enter the palace and just pick her up, why come to me? I'm not a matchmaker. I won't deal with this kind of bird matter."

"Of course I know, I just want you to talk to my mother." Nangong Ye somehow became angry, and Ye Ying nodded with her chin: "Well--it makes sense. Leave it to me, I'll help you! You can hold the beauty back tomorrow! Congratulations, don't forget to give the red envelope."

I thought I would be happy, but why was this happening? I hoped that she would act coquettishly to him and lose her temper at him. Bah, what are you thinking? The person I love the most is Xuelian, Xuelian, not Ye Ying. Nangong Ye was sleeping on himself.

"You'd better remember." Only one sentence was left, and then quickly shook his sleeves and left. When Ye Ying saw the hurriedly leaving, she muttered unhappily: "Is it necessary to run so fast? There is no ghost chasing him, so it's inexplicable."

"Oh, is that? Why do I think you are jealous?" Cheyu said with a smile on his face, Yishui quickly agreed. Ye Ying glanced at Yishui with anger, then pushed Cheyu's head with a slender finger and joked, "I'm wondering, why Shao Lei fell in love with you, the gossip woman."

"Oh, you're teasing me again." Cheyu retorted with her cheeks.

"Okay, OK, Yishui, I want to go to bed. Don't call me too early tomorrow. Otherwise, I will turn against you and wait until I wake up." Ye Ying stretched and said.

The next day, noon.

"Empress, you should get up now." Yishui's "powerless" voice came again, counting that she had called her more than fifty times now. The empress can't get up, she is reincarnated. (Ye Ying: You girl, you are tired of living, you dare to talk about me. Which turtle taught you? Yishui: Sister, you also taught me. Ye Ying: Not bad, famous teachers are good disciples, I am very proud. Author →_→: Are you a turtle? Ye Ying: Do you want to die?)

"Yeah~" the person on the bed moaned, and his lazy voice, "Get up. You, mother-in-law." Yishui pushed the door and waited for Ye Ying to wash. Originally, Ye Ying had done her own washing, but since she entered the palace, Yishui had to come to serve her. This girl, she had nothing to do, hey~

But how long did Yishui dress up Ye Ying, wrapped in a light pink dress, wearing a white gauze over it, revealing the beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The pleats on the skirt are like snow and moonlight flowing on the ground, and are more than three feet away, making the gait more graceful and gentle. Three thousand black hairs are tied up with a hairband, and a butterfly hair is inserted into the head. A strand of black hair is hanging on the chest, applying thin powder, only adding color. The red door vaguely on the cheeks creates a delicate and cute feeling of pure skin like petals. The whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and a clear and transparent ice and snow.

"I am worthy of being my sister, I wear beautiful clothes." Yishui enviously.
Chapter completed!