In this regard, Yueya felt that everything was an opportunity and fate facilitated by God. "How could the Empress say that this prophecy does not exist? Since you moved into the palace, you see that Da Yan has escaped the drought in the past few years, and the war has temporarily stopped, and the people and the court have a chance to breathe."

"I feel that the Empress does not have the magical powers in the prophecy, but the Empress has brought great blessings to Da Yan. How can the words to unify the world be trusted by the Empress alone? It is just an exaggeration of the prophecy."

Yueya emphasized his point of view heavily, "The Empress is a blessed person. Only when she is destined to Da Yan will she be sent to Da Yan by God."

"Fart." The empty wine glass was thrown on the round table. After rolling for a few rounds, he was stopped by the plate. Jiang Jiang's face was flushed. She took a deep breath and ignored her rapid heart, shaking and sitting on the Grand Master's chair, slipping and slumping comfortably.

Jiang Jiang raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, pointing to the tiny but ugly scars on his arms, "Look, will the blessed person be imprisoned and hurt?"

Professor Wen said that the murderer had to find her after leaving prison. She implicated Professor Wen to come to this world together. Professor Wen had a wealthy family background and a university professor. He lived comfortably in modern times because she was sent to this world.

This world is so much behind modern times. It is so difficult for a person with bad luck and behavior. He also has to be a charlatan and walk around the world in a wheelchair to pray for blessings.

Jiang Jiang smiled self-deprecatingly, raised her hand to cover her hot eyes, and murmured, "This is not a blessing, it's unlucky."

The little orange cat was full and sat on the round stool and licked his paws comfortably. Seeing the little queen looking depressed, the mood in her heart was extremely complicated. She stepped forward to hold Jiang Jiang's hand and pulled her to stand up, "Are the empress drunk? Let's take a rest."

"I won't go, I don't want to sleep."

Jiang Jiang shook her arm, her eyes were red, her eyes were filled with mist, and she choked and gritted her teeth, "I want to go home."

In this world, she was imprisoned by the orders of the old emperor. She left the palace and was stared at by Qin and wanted to take it away. She now felt that there was a wolf in front and a tiger in the back. She stood stiffly and did not dare to move.

She wanted to travel around the world with her friends, to have a reunion with her parents, and to see what her parents, who have worked hard for her and have a gray hair, look now.

After drinking, Jiang Jiang was now trapped in a dead end and couldn't get out. Her eyes were red, with a hint of stubbornness, but endless sadness.

She was held in her hands by her parents since she was a child. She was so far away from her. She had no choice but to be helpless and had never appeared. Now that her parents are over fifty years old, she is imprisoned and can only squat in the four corners of Fengqi Palace to guard the sky, waiting for one day she can get rid of this so-called prophecy.

Jiang Jiang raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but the tears could not be controlled at all. The smell of alcohol wrapped around her reason, which made her mind confused. She took a deep breath and pressed her lower lip tightly, holding back the trembling voice, "I miss my parents, I want to go home."

The world in front of him had begun to turn dizzy. Jiang Jiang hugged the Crescent Moon in front of him, buried her head on her shoulder with a pity, and her tone was as pitiful as a little cat abandoned in a dark corner.

"Cursday, I miss them."

"I really want to think about it, I really want to think about it."

But Yueya had not spoken for a long time. She looked at the man ink robe who had been standing outside the hall for a long time, and finally chose to help the drunk little queen up and said softly, "Would you like to go to bed?"

"No." Jiang Jiang shook her head, wiped away the tears on her face, and her dispersed eyes focused a little. She broke away from the crescent-shaped hand and stumbled out, "I want to have some breath..."

She held the palace door and walked out shakingly, completely ignored Yan Huaishu who was watching her silently. When she went down the steps, she staggered and almost fell, and was pulled by the man's warm big palms holding his arms tightly.

Seeing this, Yueya wanted to support and protect the little queen. Yan Huaishu shook his head at her, stretched out his long arm to wrap around Jiang Jiang's waist, and lowered his voice, "I will accompany her, you go down."

Yueya had to bow and bow. She hesitated and said softly to Jiang Jiang's words just now, "Your descended just now. You won't allow the Empress to leave the palace again before the Lantern Festival. Your Highness knows that the Empress is so playful. She is so drunk and her angry words, don't worry about those words."

"I know." Yan Huaishu nodded and said in a deep voice, "Prepare some sobering soup and wait. After she has dissipated her energy, I will take her back."

When Yueya heard this, she quickly took the order and turned around and left.

Jiang Jiang was held by someone's waist and wanted to walk. She was so angry that she wanted to escape the imprisonment with her big palms. Seeing this, Yan Huaisu fulfilled her wish to let her go, and then untie the ink cloak on her body.

Hearing the familiar breath, Jiang Jiang became honest in an instant, and turned his head hard to think about who the smell was. Finally, he found that it was just a cloak, so he picked up the slightly longer part on the ground, shaking his feet but walking firmly.

Yan Huaishu stood behind her half a step, looked at her quietly, and followed her to the Buddha Hall.

Looking up at the plaque, Yan Huaishu remembered that the last time the little queen was drunk, she came to the temple of the Buddha when she was drunk. She thought that the temple of the mother's mother gave the little queen a great sense of security, which made her run over with a persistent feeling of drunkenness.

When Jiang Jiang entered the hall, he stumbled under the Buddha statue. The incense table next to him was filled with the first queen's spiritual sign. Jiang Jiang was drunk and knew the rules. He stubbornly lit three incense sticks and inserted them. Finally, he had no strength to sit on the ground.

Yan Huaishu had a prescient idea to lay the cushion on the ground. Jiang Jiang's butt was not painful or itchy. After getting drunk, the blood flowed faster. Jiang Jiang was a little hot with the thick cloak. She tried to pull it away but failed, so she chose to lie on the ground to absorb a hint of coolness.

"Queen."

Jiang Jiang's slightly scalded cheeks were pressed against the cold floor, her eyes closed, her voice intermittently, light and low, "Your husband is really bullying people too much."

Yan Huaishu didn't hear what Jiang Jiang said. After thinking about it, he took the cushion and cushioned his head, lay down close to Jiang Jiang, tilted his head slightly, and she lay down like a kitten, and he stretched out his hand to pull the sliding cloak, covering her arms tightly.

"Queen, don't choose the old emperor as your husband in the next life."

"He's too bad."

Jiang Jiang pursed her mouth, and she couldn't suppress her grievance. "My last bit of freedom is to leave the palace, and he doesn't agree once a month."

"I miss my parents, I miss you so much." Jiang Jiang burst into tears, tears flashed through the corners of her eyes, Yan Huaishu's eyes dimly, and he raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You're leaving, don't you want the prince?"
Chapter completed!