Chapter 1650: Domineering Empress Vs. Disastrous Officials (10)

the other side,

Jun Zhan had just returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, those empty eyes had no desire or desire, and they were as cold as a pool of stagnant water.

Seeing Jun Zhan's appearance, Nan Li was stunned for a long time, then stood there and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Zhan raised his eyes slowly, glanced at him, didn't know what to think, and wiped his cheeks with his fingertips again, with a cold tone: "It's nothing."

Nanli: "..."

It's nothing, nothing, you're acting like you're being frivolous.

"I still have something to do, don't disturb me." Jun Zhan narrowed his eyes, dropped these words, and went straight back to the main pavilion.

It took Nanli a long time to react. He stared straight at the disappearing back and muttered to himself, "It's incredible."

He has rarely seen Jun Zhan's embarrassed appearance...

"Get ready to take a bath." Jun Zhan wore a silver mask and casually instructed the servant.

"Yes."

Jun Zhan was the only one left in the room.

The night was deep and the hall was so big that Jun Zhan looked colder and colder by himself.

The meager moonlight swayed lightly in the room, lengthening the long shadow reflected on the screen. In that low luxury and cold room, the figure inexplicably revealed a bit of silence and isolation.

Jun Zhan was standing in front of the mirror, and the mirror reflected the man dressed in red like a devil.

Jun Zhan let out a casual snort, but it was a bit of a mocking existence.

He pressed his fingertips on the silver mask, those long and narrow phoenix eyes with a bit of lazy coldness, the eyes were dark and unclear, as deep as a moonless night.

Casually thinking about what just happened in the side hall, Jun Zhan sneered at the corner of his lips.

He pressed one hand on the table, and his knuckles were so hard that they turned white, barely supporting his body.

The other hand was on his heart.

The pain was so dense that it was about to die, and even the color of his lips turned white. It was as if a bloody hole had been torn out by force, cold wind poured in, and needles had pierced it.

The handsome and evil man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fell, covering those black eyes, like a dead lake, without any waves.

That's it,

Once some things are touched, it is easy to recall those bad, disgusting memories.

Basically, can't let go.

He pursed his thin lips lightly, and drew a sarcastic smile, as strong as wine, with desperate indifference and disgust.

Masochistically, he pressed his heart hard.

It hurts even more.

It hurts, you should get used to it.

Jun Zhan thought casually, raised his eyes slowly, looked at himself in the mirror, smiled calmly, but his eyes were deadly...

If he is not happy, others should not be happy either.

Jun Zhan rubbed his fingertips slightly, his expression indifferent.

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the next day,

early morning,

Ranbai didn't know how every emperor who had the urge to get up got up early, but she got up with a blank face.

As a puppet queen,

Just wear the phoenix robe symbolized to do that to the top of the alchemy, and then say these few official words.

Then I listened to the ministers in the DPRK and China discussing the lullaby tongue battles ranging from trivial to national peace and security.

Dyeing Bai almost didn't fall asleep.

The crowd saw Her Majesty the Queen wearing a bright red phoenix robe on the phoenix chair, leaning there loosely, with her white fingers resting on her forehead in a drowsy appearance, and she even had a touch of laziness and tiredness on her body.

All the ministers: "..."

Even if you are a puppet queen, please pretend to be a little more like you. As for being so careless? !

All the ministers looked at each other in dismay, and finally touched their noses, and continued to spit and impassively debate one thing after another as if nothing had happened.