The enthronement ceremony was cumbersome and grand, and the officials looked at the new emperor approaching, feeling shocked both in their eyes and in their hearts.
In the middle of the golden dragon robe is a lifelike flying dragon entwined from bottom to top. Every part is exquisitely done. The dragon embroidered with gold thread is three-dimensional on the clothes, and it seems to be soaring into the sky in the next moment.
The size is just right, and every design is in line with her figure. I can't tell whether it's the cumbersome but majestic dragon robe on her body that adds a bit of domineering look between her eyebrows and eyes, or the natural flamboyance on her face that sets off the dragon robe. overbearing.
Such a dragon robe could not be completed in a short period of time even by many embroiderers. It is conceivable that He Weiwen's idea of making her emperor did not arise suddenly.
If it wasn't for the blood of the Qin family, who succeeded to the throne as a queen and changed the name of the country, it can be said that the royal family of the Qin country ended here.
There is no ancestral temple to worship, so there is no need to tell the ancestors.
Offering sacrifices to the heavens, praying for blessings, and then the new emperor's ascension to the throne, amnesty for the world.
Prime Minister Zuo has been very unhappy for the past few days. The granddaughter who stayed until eighteen, the benefits he got in the end are far different from what he thought before. Leaving aside the smog at home, this court will follow the new emperor's ascension to the throne. Another storm is coming.
The Prime Minister on the left stepped forward and bowed his hands, "Let's play Your Majesty. The old minister thinks that His Majesty has just succeeded to the throne, and it is a good time for the beginning of Daxing. Your Majesty should promote the way of reform..."
He Weiwen squinted his eyes halfway, he and Prime Minister Zuo were not standing on the same side, the hall was very quiet, only Prime Minister Zuo's correct voice lingered.
Veteran? This old man, he cursed secretly in his heart, stepped forward and interrupted Zuo Xiang's long speech, his posture was still leisurely and gentle, "I would like to inform your majesty, I think that since your majesty has just ascended the throne, the matter of reform needs to be discussed in a long-term way. Although it is full, it needs to arrange a special governor to supervise the place... "
The dragon crown on Qing Ruo's head was too heavy, and she supported her chin on the armrest of the dragon chair with one hand. She was lazily listening to Prime Minister Zuo's words, but when He Weiwen interrupted, she raised her eyes and looked at him. That's right, two-thirds of the officials reconsidered, Qing Ruo lazily raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, cast a glance at He Weiwen, and said arrogantly, "I know what to do."
The smile on the corner of his mouth was lazy and presumptuous, "Although General He's proposal is not complete, I think your highest level is just like this. Let's do what General He said first."
Reluctantly, it seems that he dislikes the people below.
The people below knelt down in a row, shouting Long Live Shengming or something, but they felt that Qing Ruo was a little ignorant, thinking about how He Weiwen would get angry, and the little emperor didn't have such an attitude towards He Weiwen when he was around.
He Weiwen stood with a smile on his face.
Qing Ruo squinted her eyes at his leisurely look, slapped the armrest, hiss, the slap was heavy, and her hands hurt.
But I had to bear it, I put my hand behind my body and shook it, and my already arrogant voice became even more gnashing of teeth, "What? General He has an opinion on my imperial decree?"
With He Weiwen's eyesight, he could easily see her small movements just now, rubbing the two fingers of the hand behind her back. Bending down and smiling very respectfully, "I have no objection, Your Majesty is wise."
After going down to court, breakfast was prepared in the dormitory. Qing Ruo went to change clothes directly after entering the dormitory. Her current clothes were embroidered with bright yellow dragon patterns. The difference was only in the shape and size of the dragon and where it was embroidered.
After changing clothes and coming out, He Weiwen had already sat down at the imperial dining table. The maid brought water over, Qing Ruo put her hands in the water to wash her hands, and asked him impatiently, "Is the general's mansion too poor to open the pot?"
He Weiwen looked up at her, but didn't answer, there was something dangerous deep in his eyes.
Qing Ruo sat down at the main seat, her sleeves were a bit wide, she started eating with one hand on the sleeve, He Weiwen had already moved his chopsticks, halfway through her meal, He Weiwen had already finished eating.
The memorial was handled by He Weiwen, and Qing Ruo didn't even need a ghostwriter, but he didn't go back to the general's mansion, he just stayed in her bedroom.
Qing Ruo had nothing to do with him, she put on a posture of caring about him, but her little face was always impatient.
Qingruo went in for an afternoon nap, He Weiwen was handling the memorial, he waved his hand, and all the servants in the bedroom retreated quietly.
She slept deeply, whether it was night or noon, she had become a habit, if it wasn't for loud noises and movements, she wouldn't wake up before the hour.
He Weiwen reviewed several memorials, guessing that the time was almost up, so he got up and walked inside.
The curtain was drawn on the dragon bed, and the figure inside was very blurry. He Weiwen stood up and vaguely saw her silhouette for a while before opening the curtain.
Originally, I didn't want to sleep, but there were too many things these few days. He Weiwen was lying beside her, and her breath was entangled with her smell. Her breath was lingering and slightly moist, and the surrounding was very quiet. The subtle sound of her breathing lingered in his ears like a lullaby.
He Weiwen closed his eyes and wanted to take a rest, but fell asleep.
He was woken up by someone pinching his nose.
He woke up frowning, saw her smiling and looking at him above him, saw that he did not let go of his nose when he woke up, but shook it left and right.
When the body is tired, the afternoon nap will be very heavy, and just after waking up, the body is still in a dormant state of exhaustion, and He Weiwen has no strength in his whole body.
Looking at her smiling eyes sparkling with starlight, he hooked his lips indulgently, raised his arms to hug her, and pressed her directly onto his chest.
There was another crash, she was annoyed, she let go of his nose and hit him on the chest, calling out to him in an arrogant voice, "He Weiwen!"
"En." He Weiwen responded to her, lowered his chin and kissed the top of her hair, "Don't make trouble, sleep with me for a while."
She didn't give in, and struggled in his arms to get up.
He Weiwen wrapped his arms around her loosely, closed his eyes and calmed down and let her fuss, then suddenly opened his eyes, his hoarse voice moved dangerously, "Lie down obediently."
"Huh~" Her nasal voice was very disdainful, she raised her head and looked directly into his eyes, "I don't want it."
He Weiwen locked her tightly, raised his feet around her, and firmly encircled her lower body with his legs, "Don't make trouble, I'm hard."
When "..." was typed hard, a certain hot guy jumped up and down.
Qing Ruo froze, and for a moment the expression on his face was only stupid, avoiding his eyes, and said dryly, "Oh...you didn't say it earlier."
Also blame him. Say it earlier? Can this be said earlier? He Weiwen couldn't laugh or cry, his body was hot, and he hugged her uncomfortable and intimately through his clothes.
With a hoarse voice, he softened, "Okay, I will say it earlier next time."
Qing Ruo was still supporting her head, her palms were on his chest, and her palms were sweaty.
He Weiwen's voice was gentle and coquettish, "Don't be afraid, lean down."
Qing Ruo let out an oh, and really leaned down obediently, her cheek was pressed against his chest, her clothes were a little hot, which was the touch from the sweat on her palms just now. With no place to put his arms, he moved up and hugged his neck.
So good.
He Weiwen breathed a sigh of relief, let go of hers, and turned around holding her. The two fell asleep on their sides facing each other. Qing Ruo hugged his neck, and he pressed one hand between the pillows. She pulled out her hand and took it lightly.
"Do you like me?" He Weiwen leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, her body was still a little stiff, and she collapsed as soon as he approached.
He Weiwen pretended not to notice, staring at the little hand in the palm of his hand, waiting for her answer.
The two were leaning against a pillow, she shook her head, the pillow fluctuated, and said in a small voice, "I don't like it."
He took her hand and kissed her phalanx, "Oh?" His tone was very gentle, neither angry nor angry.
Qingruo raised her eyes to look at him, her voice gained confidence, "I don't like it, but I don't want to marry the little emperor, and I don't want to be used as a tool, so I can only find you."
He Weiwen smiled, "Oh~ you have a good brain." A little bit smarter than he imagined, just a little bit.
"What about now? Over ten thousand people."
Qing Ruo sighed, moved the hand on his neck forward, and pinched his face firmly, it felt good, but her tone was still very sad, "Qin Yan, this unlucky ghost, from head to toe You have never even seen a bride, you are no longer an emperor, I feel like I will never have another man in my life besides you."
He Weiwen raised his eyebrows, turned his head and stuck out his tongue to lick her palm, then pushed her hand away, leaned over to kiss her, and kissed her softly and delicately, his voice was a little vague, "I guess it's the same." , besides me, who else has the ability to make you look down upon the world?"
He Weiwen let go of her lips, she leaned into his arms to breathe, and he moved close to her ear, also breathing in a long and heavy breath, "Huh?"
A single word, the long ending lingered from the soft pinna into the heart, arousing a light and crisp itch.
Later, Qingruo asked He Weiwen whether to let his son inherit the throne or his daughter to inherit the throne, and He Weiwen said whatever.
Qingruo is not happy anymore.
He Weiwen was practicing calligraphy, she pulled his arm and shook his whole body, the brush in his hand shook a few times, a drop of ink dripped on the rice paper, and the long picture he had written for a long time was completely ruined at once.
Qing Ruo didn't know it yet, and was still shaking vigorously, "He Weiwen! Tell me quickly, son or daughter?"
The attendants who had been with He Weiwen for a long time and the palace servants who had served Qing Ruo for a long time all silenced their voices. They all wanted to turn into transparent objects in an instant, and all lowered their heads and ran out of the palace.
He Weiwen put down the writing brush, took a deep breath, turned around and carried the person directly across the bedroom to the apse, and threw the restless person onto the bed, "Hu Qingruo! You just didn't clean up enough!" He said while taking off his clothes.
Qingruo was a little confused, turned over and sat up and watched him take off his clothes in a daze, "Why are you suddenly going crazy?"
He Weiwen had almost taken off his own clothes, bent over and stretched out his hands to grab her feet and drag them outside, pulling her collar and tearing it, um, she was cleaner than him.
Qing Ruo frowned and kicked him, "Damn it, He Weiwen, you're sick! It's broad daylight."
He Weiwen grabbed her feet and jumped straight up, clamped her lower body with his feet, and clasped her chin with one hand, leaned forward and gnawed.
Qing Ruo is inexplicable and does not cooperate at all.
After all, He Weiwen was afraid of hurting her, so he pressed her body and panted heavily, "I wrote for half a month, but you just ruined it."
Qing Ruo rolled her eyes, condescendingly disdainful, "Bah, it's just a picture, it's only been half a month~"
He piled up on him, "Go away and don't press me down, just write another one."
It is so confident that it is as natural as breathing or drinking and eating.
He Weiwen looked at her eyes that were sparkling because of anger, and the fire in his heart dissipated completely. He scolded himself for being really sick, bowed his head and gently kissed her forehead, nose tip, and eyes, all the way down.
Coaxed softly, "Well, I'll write again, please stay with me now, okay?"
A man who is full of food and drink does not need to eat, he has slept through dinner, and when he wakes up, the lamps are already lit in the bedroom, and there is no one around him.
He Weiwen frowned, turned over and got dressed, and asked the palace man when he went out, "Where is Your Majesty?"
"His Majesty is writing."
write
He Weiwen frowned even tighter. She never liked these things, so she took longer steps, crossing the bedroom in the middle with a few steps.
She stood by the desk, the sleeve of her right hand was rolled up high, and she looked a bit struggling to hold a big brush, her face was tense, her lips were pursed, and she looked down at the rice paper on the desk, looking serious and serious.
He Weiwen froze for a moment, then walked over gently, in order not to disturb her, he even used his internal strength.
His words that were destroyed in the morning were laid out in front, and her paper was laid out in the back. He was holding the pen tightly and was writing word by word.
Her handwriting has never been good, and imitating his handwriting is barely enough to imitate the shape, let alone the character.
The corners of He Weiwen's brows and eyes were tinged with tenderness. From behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist with one hand, and held her hand holding the pen with the other.
Qing Ruo turned around and spoke, tense for a long time, her voice a little hoarse, "He Weiwen, my writing is not as good as yours."
He Weiwen tilted his head and kissed her face, "Are your hands sore with such a heavy pen?"
As soon as he asked, she became coquettish, and her straight back softened to lean against his chest, with a pitiful little voice, "It's so sour."
He Weiwen laughed lightly, his laughter was trembling, he couldn't tell whether it was more distressing or more funny.
Holding her hand and leading her to write, "Shall we write together?"
She nodded obediently, rubbing her hair against his neck, "OK."
This word was originally a long word, and He Weiwen took her hand and wrote each stroke with extra seriousness.
The three characters fell down, with the domineering handwriting of his handwriting, and also the clearness of hers.
'I love you'
Qingruo smiled, squeamish and sweet, turned her head and kissed him, "Me too."
He Weiwen lowered his forehead to her forehead, and wrapped her lips with a soft kiss. Without even looking, he took her hand and wrote down the last three words gently but firmly: Forever.
**
except me,
Who has the ability to let you look down on the world from above
including me.
—[Black box]