Chapter 1200 The Tall Long Yutian

"You don't have a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?" Long Yutian withdrew his hand embarrassingly, seeing Qian Duoduo's puzzled expression, he flattened his mouth, as if complaining: "Duo'er, you usually You won't call me the emperor~"

"Then what do I call you?" Qian Duoduo subconsciously covered her mouth, wouldn't she reveal her secrets again?

These princes are all people with delicate thoughts, and she must be extra careful in her words and deeds in the future.

"You call me Ah San, have you forgotten? Or did you suddenly realize your conscience, and instantly feel that after becoming the emperor, I have become taller, and you are embarrassed to tease me like this again?"

Every time Long Yutian teases Qian Duoduo, he loses completely, but even so, his mood is still extremely happy because he sees Qian Duoduo baring his teeth and claws.

Qian Duoduo opened her mouth and was speechless~

Asan? Was that the one who hated women in the past and called his male god like this?

He is obviously a real dragon emperor, but he is called so cheap!

But let her pretend to be a local / ruffian / hooligan, and call the current emperor like this without any restraint, she can't do it, so she had an idea, and followed Long Yutian's words to find a way for herself.

"Yeah, anyway, you are also the king of a country now. For your sake, I can't keep talking like I used to, but if you don't like me calling you emperor, then I'll call you Yuu, okay?"

"good!"

Long Yutian was taken aback for a moment, a layer of light appeared in his dark green eyes.

It's strange, Duo'er gave him the feeling today, as if she had been reborn, tactful and pleasant, as calm as water, especially the way she stared at him seemed to have a very strange feeling, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ahem—Duo'er, I still have some memorials to deal with, you should rest for a while, busy with these, I am accompanying you to dinner."

Long Yutian turned his head away, unnaturally avoiding Qian Duoduo's fiery gaze, turned and walked towards the desk.

"Okay, you deal with political affairs first, and I'll grind your ink for you."

Qian Duoduo also followed up very understandingly, picked up an ink stick engraved with a golden dragon flying in a circle, and slowly started to grind it.

With the beauty at his side and the red sleeves adding fragrance, Long Yutian instantly felt full of fighting power. Those memorials that made him extremely bored, because of Qian Duoduo's company, became less boring.

He raised his head and glanced at the quiet little woman beside him, then restrained his mind and concentrated on dealing with political affairs.

Qian Duoduo just stayed by his side like this, rubbing ink and looking at the man beside him obsessively.

Dressed in a bright yellow dragon card, embroidered with a pattern of two dragons playing with pearls with gold thread, majesty and domineering coexist.

Although he just lowered his head and held a vermilion pen, working seriously, but it didn't affect his innate imperial aura in the slightest.

It's such an elegant demeanor and a calm demeanor.

It's just that this man is much more mature than he was on his wedding day a year ago. He restrained his arrogance and arrogance, became low-key and introverted, exuding an obsessive connotation.

Qian Duoduo looked at him and gradually became obsessed.

Long Yutian felt a strong gaze shooting at him, he raised his head slightly, but found that Qian Duoduo had already stopped grinding, and instead looked at him in a daze.