Similarly, lengbai is like this.
His purpose is to deepen the contradiction between mu ye and Leng Bai. He can't let them stand in the same team, so he came up with this method.
But yesterday, this morning, I received such a gift.
Mu night, or cold white?
Did the two of them join hands?
Leng Ting's heart was full of questions, and his face was very ugly.
"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" Grandpa Liu heard the scream in the room, hesitated for a while and ran in.
Leng Ting had calmed down and said to Grandpa Liu with a calm face, "pick up this thing."
Grandpa Liu glanced at the box. His face was pale for a moment. My God! What's this?
Leng Ting doesn't have so much thought about Huang Xixiu now, because he doesn't care to comfort Huang Xixiu at the moment, so he quickly dressed up and went out.
In the early days,
Leng Ting sat on the Dragon chair, his eyes always focused on the young Prime Minister standing there as cold as the moon.
Dressed in a white shirt and with picturesque black hair, he stood there claiming to be a dazzling scenery.
The beautiful facial features are careless, the dark and good-looking eyes are clear and cold, and the whole body's breath is pure and indifferent, with an innate proud temperament.
In the face of the direct pressure from Leng Ting, Mu Ye stood there faintly, unaffected. His slender black eyelashes drooped slightly, as if this conspiracy flying hall had nothing to do with him.
In the court where he was quarrelling over something, he seemed out of place. He wore white clothes and was not stained with fine dust, so he was isolated from the world.
"Does the prime minister have anything to say?" Leng Ting finally couldn't hold his breath and said.
"It's all up to your majesty to make a decision." the delicate young man replied faintly, with an elegant breath, which is unparalleled in the world.
Leng Ting's voice sank for a few minutes. His eyes stared at Mu Ye tightly. I don't know who he said to: "I found an unknown box in the palace today." he looked at Mu Ye's expression and continued: "there is an eye and a heart in it. It's bloody and strange."
Facing the sigh of the ministers and the carelessness of the young man, Leng Ting said again: "the owner of the box left me a note, Prime Minister mu, what did you say on the note?"
The young man in white gently raised his eyes as beautiful as gemstones, with a casual coolness, "Your Majesty doesn't speak, I don't know."
Looking at Mu Ye without revealing any flaws, Leng Ting bit his teeth and continued: "it says this: a carefully prepared gift, do you like it?"
"I really want to know who the owner of this box is, and why he gave me such a gift. What is his heart?"
The young man's thin and purplish red lip was lightly pursed, and he was careless in his slightly cool and thin black eyes. Suddenly, the bottom of his heart crossed the girl's lazy smile last night. The sound was clear and clean, and he opened his mouth as cold as the first snow: "Your Majesty is the son of heaven, and you will always find the person behind the instigation."
Looking at the young prime minister's unchanged expression, he was still as cold as jade. Leng Ting sneered: "I hope so!"
The atmosphere above the hall is a little subtle.
Everyone can see the gunpowder atmosphere between his majesty and the young prime minister.
Oh, no, to be exact, it should be your majesty, but in terms of the gunpowder smell of the young prime minister.
After all, that can't say anything.
The ministers shrunk their necks one after another for fear that the tit for tat between his majesty and Mu ye would involve themselves.
Smart people are thinking now that it's time to stand in line.
Is it the young genius prime minister or Weiya's deep majesty? It's said that the eldest princess and the prime minister are close