Chapter 113: Relying on the mountain, he accused without hesitation!

  "Qingyang Jun..." Song Feiyan broke out in a cold sweat, and without regard for anything else, she grabbed Su Jie's hand: "My hands still need to practice swordplay, help me."

  She doesn't want to be without hands!

  "Never mind what the regent says, will you just agree first?"

  "You..." Su Jue subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Song Feiyan's grip was too tight.

  Her hands were not like those of ordinary women, small and soft. Years of wielding swords and dancing with knives had left a layer of calluses on them, and they possessed great strength.

  With her pinching him like that, Qingyang Jun's thin-skinned face unconsciously reddened at the roots of his ears: "Let go first."

  "It seems that you two are a perfect match. I will personally instruct the Imperial Observatory to select an auspicious day for your wedding."

  Yan Beizheng sneered inwardly and threw out another sentence.

  No longer look at Su Jie and Song Feiyan.

  He lowered his head and saw that the woman's face in his arms was still pale, thinking that she had not yet recovered from the shock, so he softened his tone: "Are you okay?"

  Sheng Jinxiu hastily pushed him away, in the midst of a crowded courtyard, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if she lingered in Yan Beichen's arms for too long, who knows what kind of commotion would arise...

  "My daughter thanks you for saving her, Your Highness!" Sheng Jinxiu bowed to Yan Beizheng: "I don't dare disturb Your Highness's meal, please come in, Your Highness!"

  After finishing speaking, she retreated two steps and returned to her own seat standing upright.

  The warm and delicate jade left his arms, and Yan Bei's face suddenly turned dark.

  Is his queen estranging herself from him? Avoiding suspicion?

  "Is this the location of the Yong'an Marquis's residence?" He saw that another layer of fine snowflakes had fallen on the table, and his body felt even colder.

  "Yes!" Sheng Jinxiu slightly lowered her head and calmly said: "Everyone says this position is not bad, it's bright and airy, can blow the wind to see the snow, and also help everyone guard the door...it's pretty good..."

  Her backer has arrived! Of course she will inform against her without any hesitation!

  After she finished speaking, she involuntarily shivered with a chill.

  It's really a bit cold, if it weren't for the occasion, she would definitely want to snuggle in his arms for a while longer, just now... his arms were warm...

  "What a great position!" Yan Beizheng's mouth twitched, he liked the look of his own little girl thinking carefully before telling on someone.

  This represents her learning to rely on him.

  "King Wang will sit here today."

  "Get out of here and bring me a set of throne-like chair and table! Let me fully enjoy the benefits that come with this position!"

  Qingyang Jun's keen sense told him that something was going to happen here soon. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled Song Feiyan and left.

  "Yes!" Night Ming received the order and immediately arranged for someone to set it up.

  Soon, a soft couch wider than the emperor's chair was placed at the gate of the hall, occupying half of the position directly in front of the gate!

  Yan Beizheng sat there again, and the wind and snow outside the temple were completely blocked out...

  The stove that was knocked over has been re-lit with charcoal and placed on the table.

  At night, Ming still found a super large copper stove, burning the emperor's exclusive golden silk smokeless charcoal... The entrance of the hall became the warmest place in the entire hall!

  "The Empress Dowager has arrived! The Empress has arrived! The Imperial Noble Consort has arrived! The Shu Fei! The Xian Fei! The Liang Fei has arrived!"

  The sound of the sedan chair had just fallen when the queen shouted loudly: "How did you move the emperor's study couch to here?"

  "Come on, old man! What's taking you so long? Hurry up and move these things away!"

  At this time, everyone was standing up, and Ye Ming also stood beside the bronze furnace in the hall.

  Only Yan Beichen was left, lazily sitting on the soft couch, without moving.

  The empress had already escorted the empress dowager out of the palace, and seeing that she had spoken up, there were still people who dared to ignore her authority. She raised her voice again: "How dare you! Which blind thing dares to sit on the emperor's throne and block my way with the empress dowager? Such disrespect for the imperial family, drag him out and behead him..."

  Yan Beizhuang didn't get up, but instead shifted his body to one side, with one hand propping against the armrest beside the soft couch. He slowly turned his head and said, "The Empress Dowager is indeed very powerful!"

  "But this king's head is quite hard, and I'm afraid that knife of yours won't be able to chop it off..."