The regent's crimes are known to the world, and there is only one little princess left in the royal family, and it is imperative to take over the throne. The courtiers can only hope that the new queen will give birth to a child as soon as possible and become the next new emperor.
Choosing a harem son for the emperor has become a top priority.
After a courtier brought up this matter in the lobby, Yu Chu touched his chin, and she couldn't help smiling when she met Prime Minister Qingmo's pupils, and said deliberately:
"Well, what Aiqing said is true. I will sort out the roster in these two days and let me choose."
Rong Xian looked at her calmly.
Until the next court, all the ministers saluted the prime minister tremblingly, and then dispersed.
Rong Xian lowered his eyes and was silent.
Yu Chu coughed and looked at the indifferent young prime minister.
She said that just now, even though she just used people to cross the river and demolish the bridge, although it's cool to be skinny, she still needs to be coaxed.
"I was just joking." She stood up, "I like you so much, I want to see you jealous."
Rong Xian looked at her quietly.
"..."
... It seems that she has not been coaxed well. Yu Chu racked his brains to think of something else to coax, but saw him drooping his eyes again, and his slender fingers resting on the buckle around his waist.
"..." Yu Chu was startled, and took a step back, "...what are you doing?"
Rong Xian tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the dragon chair behind her, "Here, haven't I been with Your Majesty before?"
"..."
Yu Chu was stunned. He covered his dragon robe and stepped back, "You, calm down..."
The young man in white came forward step by step, his pace was not too fast, his index finger hooked the lapel in front of his collarbone, gently pulled it away, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yu Chu shrank himself into the dragon chair, and watched the prime minister's shadow enveloping him, "I didn't really think that way, you, don't be impulsive, you have something to say?"
Rong Xian's clear eyes were calm, and he said slowly: "I'm just worried that, as a flower servant of His Majesty, if he fails to fulfill his duties, he will be abandoned by His Majesty."
"..."
The prime minister's slender fingers were resting on the armrest, the dragon pattern with fangs and claws, against the white color of his fingers, the snow clothes were loose, and the ink hair was pouring down.
The index finger of one of his hands gently hooked her collar, and Yu Chu grabbed his hand wanting to cry without tears, and coaxed: "No, you made a mistake, why would I abandon you?"
The white-clothed Prime Minister Qingmo looked at her quietly with a slight smile on his lips, "Why not?"
He lowered his eyes, and with forceful fingers, he pulled back the collars of some dragon robes, with a calm and soft voice.
"I'm just His Majesty's pet. I'll be obedient when you call me and go away when you call me."
Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, the dragon robe was gently peeled off to her shoulders, the young man leaned over, his thin lips fell on her shoulders, and said softly: "I will be obedient, and I will listen to everything. As long as your majesty, don't let other people be pets." .”
"..."
Yu Chu's eyelashes fluttered, and his fingers couldn't help climbing his shoulders. He felt his thin lips move from his shoulders to his neck. The young prime minister's slender fingers moved down, and he pulled the belt of the dragon robe around her waist.
Yu Chu suddenly took a breath and took his hand.
Rong Xian paused slightly.
He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly got up and stepped back.
The prime minister was dressed in loose white clothes, half of his collarbone was exposed under the collar, and his expression was calm and cold, but it still didn't look messy, but calm and soothing.
He stood quietly, with no emotion in his voice:
"If you want someone else, I will go crazy."
Yu Chu was taken aback.
The young Prime Minister's pupils were calm, but faintly shaking, as if they were broken into pieces.