The harem is full of gossip, Your Majesty, you are being cheated Ch. 162

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"Empress, I heard that the Emperor has been very kind to you since your wedding, and you have not been to other people's palaces until now. I originally thought that the daughter raised by Prime Minister Jiang should be a sensible lady! As the head of the harem, the Empress has been dominating the Emperor. Is this the upbringing of your Jiang family?"

"I also heard that the Empress also contributed to the canonization of the princess this time? It is a taboo for the harem to interfere in politics!"

"Also, when Empress Dowager was seriously ill before, the Empress only knew how to order others around. Has she ever personally served Empress Dowager for a moment?"

"You, woman! You are jealous and unfilial, and you even interfere in government affairs. You are unworthy of the position of Empress! I am here today to ask the Emperor to depose the Empress! If the Emperor does not listen, I would rather kneel and die here than let the treacherous Empress mess up the government."

Cheng Long said with full of energy.

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned when he heard it.

Oh?

Was she already a traitor?

In the previous plot of the book, she was just a cannon fodder.

Now she had become a traitor, was this an upgrade?

Of course it counted.

At least it proved that she had a stronger presence.

Jiang Zhimiao immediately looked at Cheng Long happily, "Old man, you have been scolding for so long, are you thirsty?"

Come on, scold for a while longer, let her feel what it felt like to be a super villain.

Cheng Long was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth to scold again.

But this time, he didn't scold yet.

Suddenly, he was kicked in the chest, and the he fell backwards.

Yue Lin walked out angrily, he looked at Cheng Long coldly, "If you really don't want to live, you can just hang yourself at home, don't come here to bother me!"

Cheng Long was stunned, and the next moment, he was filled with ecstasy.

He had been trying to provoke Yue Lin to get angry, but Yue Lin had never been fooled and just ignored his words.

Now, he just scolded Jiang Zhimiao a few times, and the Emperor's defense was completely broken?

Well, well, this was how to write an article!

"Your Majesty said so, and this old minister is terrified!" Cheng Long wailed like singing an opera, "Everything I did was for the Great Yong and for Your Majesty! Please, Your Majesty, abolish the treacherous Empress and reuse capable ministers. Only in this way can my Great Yong Dynasty have hope. Please think twice!"

Cheng Long slammed heavily on the ground.

Yue Lin looked at the pretentious old man, and his eyes were filled with rage.

It didn't matter what happened to him.

Anyway, his reputation was already like this.

But now, these people want to give Miaomiao the title of treacherous empress? They were looking for death!

Yue Lin's eyes slowly turned blood red, and he walked towards Cheng Long.

Cheng Long lowered his head.

He was not afraid of death, but was afraid of not dying.

It was said that the highest achievement of the censor was to leave a name in history.

And the fastest way to leave a name in history was to die in front of the palace and die in court.

If he could die, he could also earn a future for his family, which he would be more than happy about.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Zhimiao suddenly reached out and held Yue Lin's hand.

The Empress's hand, even in this heat, was slightly cold.

Yue Lin's rationality almost instantly returned.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Zhimiao in a trance.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled at him and said softly, "If you delay for a while, the lily and mung bean soup will not be cold."

Yue Lin's heart calmed down instantly.

He nodded, and was as obedient as a child.

Then, he looked back at Cheng Long and said calmly, "If you die here, I'm afraid your influence is not enough. If you really want to die, come to the court tomorrow to die. I want you to make a name for yourself in history before all the civil and military officials in the court."

Yue Lin's voice was cold.

Cheng Long's body trembled, and for a moment he was a little unsure of Yue Lin's intention.

However, it would be better if he could make a big deal out of it.

Cheng Long said, "Then I will come again tomorrow to persuade the Emperor."

Yue Lin looked at him contemptuously, turned around and held Jiang Zhimiao's hand, and the two of them went into the imperial study on their own.

Li Dehuai breathed a sigh of relief.

It had to be the Empress!

"Mr. Cheng, please." Li Dehuai personally sent Cheng Long to the palace gate.

Imperial study.

Yue Lin still held Jiang Zhimiao's hand.

This time, Jiang Zhimiao asked directly, "Your Majesty, have you let go of my hand?"

"Wait a little longer." Yue Lin said subconsciously.

When he saw Jiang Zhimiao's puzzled look, his mind moved slightly, and he hurriedly said, "I have a chronic headache, and I can't relieve it no matter how hard I try. I don't know why, as long as I hold the Empress's hand, this headache will get better. Empress, let me hold your hand for a while longer, okay?"

Yue Lin looked at Jiang Zhimiao eagerly, and there was still some moisture in her eyes, like some abandoned little animal.

Jiang Zhimiao's heart softened, and she said softly, "Okay."

[Holding hands can also relieve headaches, is this true? No wonder Yue Lin kept holding my hand last time in the imperial study.]

She asked the system, "System, what is the Emperor talking about? Can I relieve his headache?"

The system was a little confused, "I'm not sure either. However, there is such a possibility."

The system paused and explained, "Host, you carry the system, which can be said to be blessed with luck. Although Yue Lin is an emperor, his luck is pitifully low. Host, you have contact with him, and perhaps your luck can temporarily help him suppress his pain."

"This is just like the people around the hero and heroine are always promoted, they are driven by the luck of the protagonist."

"Yue Lin's situation should be the same. However, suppressing with luck is not a long-term solution. To completely cure Yue Lin, you have to cure the root cause."

Jiang Zhimiao nodded. Of course, she knew that she had to cure the root cause.

It's just that now, she had not found the right method.

Perhaps, when she got the plot of the whole book, she could see some clues.

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