"Tsk, tsk, let me tell you, our Qiqi looks good in this dragon robe." Ye Chengan lowered his voice and said to Mo Xiuzhu beside him: "Beauty reveals domineering, domineering reveals chic, and chic There is a hint of uninhibitedness, it looks good, it just looks good!”
"Well..." Mo Xiuzhu nodded casually, responding to his words.
Ye Chengan turned his head, glanced at Mo Xiuzhu, who was restless, and frowned: "What are you doing? You look like you are about to cry?"
"I'm wondering if my uncle would strangle us to death if he saw the queen's dress we prepared for him." Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Chengan with a mournful face and said depressedly: "I regret giving it to him now. I’ve prepared those clothes.”
"How is it possible? How could Han Qing strangle us to death? You are overthinking." Ye Chengan reached out and patted Mo Xiuzhu on the shoulder, comforting him.
"Really??" A glimmer of hope suddenly lit up in Mo Xiuzhu's eyes.
"Of course it's true. This is completely inconsistent with his character." Ye Chengan nodded.
"That's right. Although he is a bit indifferent on weekdays, we have grown up together, so he shouldn't be cruel to us!" Mo Xiuzhu suddenly felt relieved. .
"Yes, with his character, he should first handcuff us, then whip us for ten days, then sprinkle salt on the wounds, and then use a branding iron to leave a few marks on our bodies, and then starve us for a few days, and then use Pull out our fingernails with pliers, insert both hands into the oil pan and walk through it, or feed some poison, and finally strangle us to death." Ye Chengan said casually to Mo Xiuzhu while looking at Ye Qiqi on the sedan chair.
Mo Xiuzhu's cheeks, which originally had a trace of blood, instantly turned pale after hearing Ye Chengan's words.
"Hey, why didn't you speak??" Seeing that Mo Xiuzhu beside him had not spoken, Ye Chengan couldn't help but look back at him again.
"I... want to die happily..." Mo Xiuzhu felt like he was about to cry.
"Oh, we've already done everything, what's the use of being afraid now." Ye Chengan rolled his eyes at Mo Xiuzhu, and then continued with an expression on his face that feared that the world would not be in chaos: "Enjoy this carnival before you die."
“…”
After Ye Qiqi's sedan arrived at the Moon Sacrifice Altar, he got out of the sedan with the help of the palace maids around him, and then said calmly to the ministers kneeling on the ground: "Everyone, please get down."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The ministers who were kneeling on the ground replied in unison and stood up carefully.
Lord Ding, the Minister of Rites, hurriedly approached Ye Qiqi and said, "I have met the Emperor. Your Majesty, please wait here for a while. The Queen will be here soon."
"Okay." Ye Qiqi nodded and looked towards the other road, full of expectation.
After a stick of incense, a bright red sedan finally appeared at the end of the other road.
Twelve palace maids in dark red robes walked around the sedan, arriving in style.
"The Queen has arrived -" the nun who was leading the way next to the sedan shouted in a long voice. The ministers who had just stood up for a short time immediately lifted their robes and knelt down and shouted in unison: "A thousand years ago, the Queen is a thousand years old." Thousands of years old!!”