Chapter 983: Fanwai: I Am Willing to Bow Down to You (3)

"That's it." Ranbai raised his eyebrows, and his fingers casually flicked his sleeves: "The rules are used to break, and the pedantic adherence to those etiquettes and customs, can the cold country still exist now?"

Veterans: "..."

What if they think it makes sense? !

"Could it be." Ranbai blinked, a pair of sharp peach eyes staring at those old officials, his voice was cold: "Do you want to choose to die?"

In the end, the ministers in the courtroom wanted to cry without tears and surrendered to the white-stained lewd power.

Ranbai looked at the mourning expressions of the ministers one by one, and said blankly: "Those who can't laugh within a minute are at their own risk."

All the ministers: shivering.

The young prime minister stood there quietly, not saying a word, seemingly casual, but Ranbai could tell that Mu Ye was stunned.

She pouted, stepped down from the dragon chair and took the boy's hand: "Let's go, Amu."

The boy raised his eyes unresponsively, and followed Ranbai obediently out.

Later, the identity of the pavilion master of Mu Yebaiye was deliberately revealed by dyeing white.

One by one, the old ministers changed their faces faster than turning over a book.

It is a match made in heaven to praise Feng Jun and His Majesty.

On the wedding day of the queen and the prime minister, dowry gifts spread all over the capital.

The queen marries her husband, and the whole country cheers.

On the wedding night, Yanbai looked at the young man wearing a red robe, froze, and smiled slightly: "So you look so good in red."

Mu Ye's thin lips curled slightly, and her voice was clear and magnetic: "Then, Her Majesty, as your Fengjun, should we do something meaningful now?"

Dyeing white: "..."

She blinked and said seriously: "It's a pity if we don't go to appreciate the moon with such a beautiful sight?"

What won was the young man's half-smiling gaze.

The red robes stick to each other, the ink hair is entangled, ambiguous and charming.

The young man's movements were gentle as if he were treating a treasure, and the affectionate kiss fell on the girl's body.

He lowered his eyes and kissed the girl's delicate and jade-like collarbone. He murmured in a low voice, with a lustful voice: "Baibai..."

"Huh?" The girl's peach blossom eyes were a bit dreamy and blurred, and there was a layer of water mist.

Mu Ye's thin lips raised a gentle and cold smile, he kissed the eyes of the girl under him, and his voice was as deep as the sea: "I love you, love you."

The girl who was tossed and tossed by the teenager seemed a little chaotic. She was a little confused and dumbfounded, and she looked cute.

The boy's black eyes contained a faint smile,

Leaning over, her thin lips tossed and turned on the girl's lips: "I love you, I love you."

Ranbai nodded subconsciously and said vaguely, "I love you."

The young man who got the girl's confused answer laughed, his thin lips raised.

The young man's slender and beautiful fingertips stroked the girl's delicate and perfect profile lightly, and said in a low voice, his voice was endlessly lingering: "If you are a king, I would like to bow my head and be a minister for you. Bai Bai, I love you, Mu Ye. Love you……"

In the 335th year of the Leng Kingdom, the emperor got married, and His Majesty the God of War and the young prime minister had the entire capital.

In 367 years of the Leng Kingdom, His Majesty joined hands with Feng Jun for a lifetime, and there was no other male favorite.

In the 368 year of the Leng Kingdom, Her Majesty the Queen died, and Feng Jun committed suicide by taking poison. The whole country mourned in white, and the sad atmosphere lasted for a whole month.

In the year 369 of the Cold Palace, the heir chosen by Her Majesty the Empress from the imperial clan, the new emperor succeeded the throne, and is also a monarch of a country.

Until the descendants of the prosperous descendants of the cold country,

The people still haven't forgotten,

At that time, the young prime minister who was so wise in the world and amazing and brilliant, the pavilion master of Bai Ye.

Back then, the first empress who was decisively cold, shrewd, intelligent, and wise, the god of war Shura.

Above the court, he is her monarch.

Under the court, he is her Fengjun.

The only constant is that he loves her.