Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Chapter 107 Brother, I am your sister-in-law 26

Ning Huaimian said with a smile: [You said Yan Lin's leg was broken by Yan Zhijun? ]

Bai Jihei spoke in one breath, without even taking a breath: [Yes, Master, you don’t know how relieved I was at that time. With a click, he fell to the ground and couldn’t get up! ! Then Yan Zhijun stomped his head hard into the snow. Where is the image of a prince! ! ]

Ning Huaimian raised his eyebrows and said in an inexplicable tone: [With his personality, he would actually let Yan Zhijun bully him obediently? Wouldn't he resist? ]

Bai Jihei scratched his head: [He wanted to resist, but in the end he endured it. He probably felt that he owed it to his master.]

Ning Huaimian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: [He owes me more than this, how can I let him go so easily? ]

Bai Jihei nodded in agreement, then asked in confusion: [How is the master going to teach him a lesson? ]

Ning Huaimian raised the corner of his mouth slightly: [Just wait and see. ]

Before I knew it, several hours had passed.

Royal study room.

The King of Yan looked at the Prime Minister Xiao Shi who was kneeling in front of him, his face as cold as ice: "My dear Xiao, you have a good son. He must have rarely given you a headache since he was a child."

Xiao Shi was inexplicably panicked: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Zhijun threw the information in his hand at him and said in an ambiguous way: "Xiao Qingran is also a powerful person. He is so good at playing political tricks. He is only sixteen years old, but he has already started to secretly plot to trap officials."

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.

Yan Lin had just had an unpleasant experience with Xiao Qingran, and she gave him such a big surprise.

Seeing Xiao Shi's disbelief, Yan Zhijun's tone was full of sharpness: "My dear Xiao, do you still remember Chen Dongwen? The man who opposed my dear Xiao back then, think about his fate at that time, it was really miserable."

He paused and looked at Xiao Shi: "So, my dear Xiao, do you have anything else to say?"

Xiao Shi looked at the conclusive evidence with a wry smile on his face. He seemed to have aged several years. "Your Majesty, I am no longer able to work for the court. I request to resign and return home."

The Lord of Yan glanced at him calmly, and when Xiao Shi was sweating profusely, he said, "I agree."

If Mianmian had not told him before that Xiao Qingran could not die, he would have killed him long ago.

Where else can I live so freely as I do now?

Xiao Shi quickly kowtowed and apologized: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

At this moment, Eunuch Li walked to Xiao Zhijun's side, bending over, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the princess requests an audience."

Yan Zhijun frowned slightly: "Why did she come here suddenly?"

Eunuch Li was also a little confused about Yan Zhijun's thoughts, and asked: "Then... Your Majesty, do you want to see Her Royal Highness the Princess? Or should I ask Her Royal Highness to go back?"

Yan Zhijun: "Let her in."

Eunuch Li: "Yes."

Then he retreated.

Xiao Shi also retreated with foresight.

Not long after Eunuch Li left, Yan Zhiyao's voice came in: "Royal brother!"

The door was opened, and Yan Zhiyao walked up to Yan Zhijun, bowed, and directly stated her purpose: "Brother, I want to see the Emperor's wife."

Only now did she know everything that had happened to the Emperor's sister-in-law recently.

That's why he rushed into the palace without stopping.

Hearing this, Yan Zhijun put down the pen in his hand and said subtly: "Who told you that?"

Yan Zhiyao hesitated: "I...I..."

Yan Zhijun stood up and said in a low voice: "Forget it, let's go and see your sister-in-law."

He's been away for so long, it's time for him to go back.

I don’t know whether Mianmian took the medicine obediently.

Come to think of it, Mianmian is so pampered, she must feel very aggrieved when he is not around to comfort her.

It's all his fault. He forgets about time when he gets busy.

Yan Zhiyao looked at Yan Zhijun, who suddenly looked a little depressed, and inexplicably did not dare to continue speaking.

…………

A strong wind suddenly blew, blowing the snowflakes off Yan Lin's hair.

His entire body was almost covered by the wind and snow, but he still knelt on the snow unmoved.

If it weren't for his slightly fluttering eyelashes, no one would think he was a living person.

The maids and eunuchs passing by would subconsciously glance at him.

It was as if he was looking at some weird person.

Why would someone kneel here in such a cold day? Did he make a big mistake?

But they put this idea behind them the next second. After all, they can't meddle in other people's business in this palace. It's good enough if they can take care of themselves.

The palace maid who was sweeping the snow nearby had more complicated thoughts in her mind.

He thought, Prince Chen is kneeling there, should the snow be swept from him?

If I don't sweep it, I'm afraid other palace servants will report me.

If he wanted to sweep, he wouldn't dare to go over.

This job was simply too difficult for him.

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"What are you standing here for?"

The Snow-Sweeping Palace servant was startled, looked at the Lord of Yan, and quickly saluted and said, "Your servant pays respect to Your Majesty."

"Slave, I'm sweeping the snow here."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Zhiyao next to him and said, "Your servant greets Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Yan Zhiyao looked at Yan Lin who was kneeling on the ground. She didn't hear what the palace servant said and didn't know what he was thinking.

The King of Yan glanced around and understood.

Then he said calmly: "Go back."

The palace maid bowed and left: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He suppressed his inner excitement and controlled himself from jumping up.

I thought to myself, Oh my god, I didn’t expect His Majesty to be so gentle and considerate!!

He thought that the things they had spread before about him being violent and cruel, killing people without blinking an eye were all rumors.

He suddenly felt a little envious of the queen who was loved by His Majesty.

After the palace servant left, Lord Yan glanced at Yan Lin and said with a faint smile: "I forgot there is still a piece of garbage here. I should let the servants sweep it away."

Yan Lin moved his stiff limbs, shook off the snow on his body, and said nothing.

Yan Zhijun suppressed the coldness in his eyes and walked away: "Forget it, I shouldn't waste my time on rubbish."

"Zhiyao, what are you daydreaming about?" He turned around and said when he saw Yan Zhiyao didn't catch up.

"Ah... coming right up..." Yan Zhiyao withdrew her gaze from Yan Lin and hurriedly caught up with Yan Zhijun.

…………

Unfortunately, when Yan Zhijun and Yan Zhiyao entered the bedroom, Ning Huaimian had just laid down on the bed and was about to rest.

After Yan Zhijun signaled the servant to go down, he gently lifted the gauze curtain and met Ning Huaimian's eyes.

Ning Huaimian, who had just yawned, still had a little moisture in the corners of his eyes, looking pitiful and cute.

After he saw the King of Yan, he regained consciousness and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty? Why are you here?"

Yan Zhijun gently wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his thumb and said softly, "I'll bring Zhiyao to see you."

Ning Huaimian then saw Yan Zhiyao standing behind Yan Zhijun. His eyes were blank for a moment: "Zhiyao?"

Yan Zhiyao walked forward, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and responded softly, for fear of disturbing the fragile person in front of her.

"It's me, the Queen's sister-in-law."