Chapter 1145： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (60)

"The emperor should know the nature of the people's daughters. It is better to be jade broken than to be full, but in the former King's Palace, the people said something to the princess. I know if the emperor has heard it. "Xia Qiu responded quietly and paused." The daughter in this life, don't ask for anything else, but for a lifetime, a double! "

"Bold!" Zhao Jingru scolded and kicked himself on the table next to him.

Noisy noise, the table overturned to the ground, and the porcelain on it was broken into pieces.

"Xia Qiu! I didn't expect you to have such a darling ambition. You know that even if you do n’t allow it, the Minister of North Korea and China will not condone you. You can even export it!"

The raging rage was breathless throughout the Imperial Study.

But kneeling there, in the face of Zhao Jing's anger, Xia Qiu looked very calm, smiled, and looked at Zhao Jing again.

"So the emperor, you insist on Xia Qiu entering the palace, then Xia Qiu has no rebuttal power, but Xia Qiu is afraid that he will not be able to control himself when he sees them, seeing those concubines and talents, they can't help but attack them ...

"The people's hearts are so small that they can always only hold one person. Even if they have the love of the emperor, they will never be satisfied."

"And you know that the daughter-in-law's nature, once raised in the deep palace, I am afraid that the daughter-in-law will not be able to control herself at that time, watching the emperor's son-in-law, petting the concubine, and doing some sad things."

"Are you threatening me?" Zhao Jingjunlang's face was heavy.

The emperor of the Yellow Dragon Robe of Ming Dynasty and the woman in the light blue skirt who was kneeling on the ground, the atmosphere in the royal study was tense, but facing the black-faced emperor, the woman in the light blue skirt, the expression was bland and calm.

She shook her head again, staring at Zhao Jing clearly.

"No, this is not a threat, but to tell the emperor what the emperor knows again."

Zhao Jing was silent now.

Yes, he knows, he knows her temperament and knows her means.

He was thinking that if Xia Qiu could enter the palace, he would not have to worry about the peace of his future harem, and she could continue to contribute to him and join hands with the world.

But he forgot what the consequences would be if he used it in his harem.

Zhao Jing is not unaware of how jealous women can make them do terrible things.

When he heard Xia Qiu's words in his lifetime and one life, the picture that instantly appeared in his heart was so beautiful, or this was also the dream he had dreamed of.

But how could he be so wayward as an emperor?

"You won," said Zhao Jing bitterly, "get up, Staff Xia."

With a dull pain in his heart, Zhao Jing sat back after the royal case.

Becoming an emperor, he has not yet enjoyed the unrestrained wantonness, he has first realized the restraint and helplessness of this position.

"Xie Xie." Xia Qiu bowed his head and nodded.

She deserves to thank Zhao Jing. He gave her the opportunity to maneuver, and did not use the imperial power to force her into the palace as a concubine. He just let her go.

"Go back to your hometown, don't come back for life." Zhao Jing's tired voice came from there.

Xia Qiu got up.

She looked at him. The man was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and sat behind the royal case. Behind him was the bustling and exquisite painting wall of the dragon. The huge painting wall was like a shadow of a black ball. His straight figure seemed to be the shadow behind him.

I haven't seen it in two months, the handsome Wang Yemei's eyebrows have a shallow wrinkle of habitual eyebrows, and the imperial pressure of the emperor has begun to take shape.