Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 234 Four Villains Crematorium 67
"She is tired, don't disturb her, let her sleep for a while."

Wei Fangxu only felt horrified.

He couldn't figure out where Sang Yu's charm came from, which made Cang Heng, Mu Huai, and Xie Qian obsessed with her.

He even couldn't figure out how the Prince Regent, who was originally a breeze and a bright moon, would become like this because of Sang Yu.

Although he is not of royal blood, he bears the royal surname after all.

Isn't he afraid of being discussed by the world?
Standing outside the hall, Wei Fangxu couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until Sang Yu's voice came from the hall that he suddenly came back to his senses.

As soon as Wei Fangxu stepped into the bedroom, he saw a touch of plum red on Sang Yu's neck. He was so shocked that he lowered his head and did not dare to look directly.

Sang Yu didn't seem to notice, and asked lazily, "Xiao Weizi, what time is it?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it is now three o'clock."

Sang Yu stretched her waist, "I didn't go to the court today, do the court ministers have any complaints?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, with the regent here, no one dares to complain."

Sang Yu was very relieved to hear this.

"Where's Mu Huai?"

Being too tired last night, Sang Yu completely forgot about Mu Huai.

Wei Fangxu hesitated for a moment: "Go back to Your Majesty, Mu Huai...he has already left."

"What, leaving?" Sang Yu was so shocked that he almost fell off the dragon couch.

"Your Majesty, be careful..."

Just when Wei Fangxu wanted to help him, Sang Yu suddenly waved him away and ran outside.

"Your Majesty, clothes!"

Only then did Sang Yu realize that she hadn't put on her coat yet, so she hurriedly went back, put on a casual coat and ran to the side hall.

When we waited until the side hall, there was no one there.

Sang Yu scratched her head, angrily: "38, why didn't you wake me up?"

38 Grief: "Xiaoyu, you sleep so soundly, I dare not."

"Coward." Sang Yu reprimanded, sitting on the couch angrily, with an unhappy face.

Cang Heng left.

Xie Qian went to provide disaster relief.

Now Mu Huai has also left.

Although Sang Yu is also very good, but he is not the only one on her mission.

Thinking that Sang Yu's favorability value has already reached one hundred, Sang Yu blinked her eyes when she thought of something.

Xingyue Pavilion.

Sang Yu was helping Sang Yu to approve the memorial when he saw Sang Yu poking his head outside the door.

He smiled, "What are you doing standing there, come in."

"I'm afraid of disturbing the emperor's uncle." Sang Yu lifted the hem of her clothes and walked in across the threshold.

She came to Sang Yu's side, glanced at the memorial that was almost finished, and smiled happily: "Uncle Huang is too powerful, is Uncle Huang tired, I will give you a massage."

She went around his back and massaged him gently.

The girl's small hands are soft and soft when pressed against her body, without much strength, but charming enough.

Sang Yu's eyes darkened slightly, he stopped writing, and lightly covered her hand: "Don't call me Uncle Huang from now on."

They were not related by blood.

"Okay." The girl's voice was crisp and clear in his ear, "Then I'll call you...A Yu?"

"OK?"

She pressed against his profile, and Sang Yu could feel her sweet breath rushing towards his face.

Ayu...

No one has ever called him that.

For most of his life, he was not happy.

For the first ten years, I lived in pain, and for the next ten years, I lived in numbness.

Never before has the emotion been so turbulent and obscure.

He took her waist and held her in his arms.

Sang Yu sat on his lap, facing Sang Yu, their noses almost touching.

The breathing was light and heavy, intertwined like thin threads, a little itchy.

His lips were bitten, the man's forehead was pressed against hers, his breathing was slightly hot, and his voice was hoarse and numb: "Okay, ma'am."

(End of this chapter)