Ye Changge looked at Jin Huan who turned around and left quickly, and an unknown look flashed in his eyes.
She turned back to look at Xiang Feimo, and Xiang Feimo also saw her.
Xiang Feimo kept shaking his head.
Ye Changge also stepped back, turned around and walked away quickly.
Having just seen Ye Changge, Xiang Feimo also had a smile on his lips.
When the last slap hit him on the knee, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted on the ground.
Xiang Feimo lay on the ground, and the servants dragged him down again...
"Your Majesty, are you worried about anything?"
Looking at Ye Qingqing sitting there, he was indeed frowning the whole time.
"How do you feel about having fun?"
Ye Qingming asked him with a smile.
"Li Jinhuan? Not so good?"
Zhuo Hua shook her head. With so many people there, she really didn't like Li Jinhuan.
"Why??"
Ye Qingming asked doubtfully.
"He doesn't really like His Majesty. As for the reason, I don't know!"
Zhuohua just expressed his simple opinion. In short, liking someone is not like that.
"Um!"
Ye Qingqing nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
After staying at Zhuohua for a while, he sent the scarred Xiang Feimo to Wei Changqing.
Wei Changqing likes men, and he has a very hot temper.
This time, I heard that Xiang Feimo treated His Majesty like this, and tortured Xiang Feimo even more severely, not even asking the imperial doctor to treat him.
Less than two days later, Xiang Feimo died.
When he heard the news, Ye Qingming didn't even raise his eyelids.
There was also a sarcastic smile on her lips.
Ye Changge’s favorite person, isn’t it
It's not like I didn't take it to heart at all.
It seems that the common port is all within oneself. If one cares about it, it will be fine. If one does not care, it will be nothing.
She put down the book in her hand and looked at the candlelight on the side, bright or dark.
"His Majesty-"
At this moment, Jin Huan walked in, followed by a waiter with a tray in his hand.
"Your Majesty, you are so tired, please have something to eat!"
Jin Huan walked over with a smile and placed the things on the tray in front of Ye Qingming.
Ye Qingying looked at the bird's nest in front of him, took a spoon, and brought it to his lips. As soon as he touched his lips, she threw it to the ground.
Then, she also threw the bowl of bird's nests on the ground.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing Ye Qingming being so moody, Jin Huan quickly knelt down on the ground.
"It's so hot, bring it to me, someone..."
Ye Qingming gave an order, and a line of people quickly came in.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
As soon as Jinhuan saw this posture, he was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He quickly went to pull Ye Qingqing's hem.
But he was kicked away by Ye Qingyao.
"Li Jinhuan was thrown into the cold palace!"
Ye Qingming's light words were like a big stone, molded into her body.
"Your Majesty..."
Li Jinhuan shouted again at the top of his lungs, but did not receive any response.
After being pulled down all the way, Li Jinhuan's shouts could still be heard, followed by another shout.
To deal with people like Li Jinhuan, a casual excuse is enough.
Ye Qingming walked outside and looked at the pleasant scenery in the garden, and suddenly wanted to practice swordsmanship.