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He is a 17-year-old emperor, and Leng Qing has no intention;

He is a 16-year-old prime minister, deeply infatuated;

He hates him, so he treats him cruelly by hook or by crook;

He loved him, so he accepted his proposal without regret.

Just, when love is desperate and his eyes are dim, can he still stick to his original intention? ...

And when he finally recognizes his true feelings, can he return to his lost feelings?

The prime minister is so charming

This is the story of a pair of black-bellied smiling tigers, the monarch and his subjects in peace and prosperity.

Whether they dress up as pigs to eat tigers or frame each other, their way of getting along is not like the way of monarch and minister, but better than that of monarch and minister; Not like a bosom friend, but better than knowing yourself.

Between them, the tacit understanding is always full and the atmosphere is always weird.

One night, the prince couldn't stand it anymore and asked questions one by one. The slim and handsome prime minister raised his glass to the bright moon and smiled faintly. "The emperor is the king of a country."

"Prime Minister?" The monarch of a country pushed aside the mountain of memorials and looked at the full moon shaking in the teacup, and a' sincere' smile emerged from his slender eyelids. "Whoever dares to touch my prime minister, I will touch my father!"

It was foggy and rainy in early February.

Official documents and letters

They once had the best memories under the cherry tree.

I don't know if it is the mercy of heaven or the trick of fate.

At that time, the little childe and beggars became the prime ministers and emperors of the dynasty.

They obviously love each other.

Reality has set up an insurmountable gap between them.

Will they finally get their own happiness?

Qizi

Chaoyang Temple-Although it is early February and the weather is still very cold, it is as warm as spring in Chaoyang Temple. However, Zheng Duo's theory in the temple at this time did not feel warm, he just felt a chill.

The yellow-robed man sitting at the top of the table leaned lazily on the dragon chair, but his eyes were so sharp. Looking at the minister kneeling on the ground, it virtually brought a strong sense of oppression.

"The prime minister? He is in charge of this kind of thing, isn't he? How can you ask me? "

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, he retired when he was old and went back to his hometown." Zheng Duo grinds out the theory.

"Oh?" The man was not as angry as Zheng thought, but simply said, "That old fox runs fast!" "

The man didn't speak again, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely frozen.

Zheng Duo's legs and feet were paralyzed, and cold sweat kept falling.

The man pondered for half an hour and finally said, "Tell me, Ai Qing, who else can be prime minister?"

"This. . . "Zheng thought for a moment.

The people in the dragon chair waited patiently. "Can Ai Qing think of a candidate?

"Back to the emperor, there is a, just. . . ? "Zheng Duo's theory is hesitant and embarrassing.

"But what? Just say what you have to say, and I won't blame you. "