The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 72 I Don't Know
The night is getting darker and darker, as thick as ink that cannot be melted. The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold brilliance intersects with thousands of candles, slightly breaking the deadness of the night and adding a little vitality.

The breeze is slow, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, floating in the air wantonly.

A warm spring night, peaceful and quiet.

The man lying on the desk finished grading the last notebook, leaned his slender body towards the back of the chair, raised his hand, and rubbed the space between his brows with knuckle fingers.

After a while, he stopped his movements and cast a faint glance into the darkest corner, his gaze became deeper and deeper in the hazy night, making it unpredictable.

As far as the eyes can see, there is only a delicate body lying on the chair in the corner and sleeping soundly, still swaying all over so hard to bear to look directly at.

Before approaching her, it seemed that she had already seen her sleeping appearance in his mind.

Standing up, he walked towards her with long legs.

When crossing the desk, he couldn't help but pause.

Looking sideways, the tall melon seed shells on the desk far exceeded the height of his stack of notebooks.

On the side plate were the melon seeds she had peeled for him, and the plate was full.

And he didn't eat a single one.

Throughout the afternoon, she sat on his desk, beside him, and did this without any other distractions. She was serious and focused without being disturbed by anyone.

And he, reviewing the notebooks one after another, just glanced to the side from the corner of his eye from time to time as if unintentionally.

During this process, she didn't know how many yawns she yawned, and she didn't know how many excuses she made to leave.

But he didn't let her go.

Don't let her suffer, she won't feel his deterrence.

So he told her that when he finished approving the papers, he would let her leave, otherwise, don't come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to eat melon seeds in the future.

Unexpectedly, she actually compromised for those few bags of melon seeds.

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and his steps were slightly heavy.

She drank three pots of black tea today
Uh... I remember, she didn't like drinking tea in the past. Every time she came, he would deliberately make Zhang Deming make a lot of rose tea that the queen sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

At that time, he clearly saw the awkward expression on her face when she picked up the teacup, and clearly saw her retching when the tea entered her lips and teeth.
And now she.
His eyes became darker little by little.

Now she has no shadow of her past at all, no matter what she says or does, she is not the Su Xi he knew.

And especially, the unique light and elegant fragrance on her body, which he had never smelled before
Approaching her step by step, Ling Juncheng seemed hesitant.

Stopping two steps away from her, he stood with his hands behind his back.

The beating candlelight in the temple elongated the silhouette, and even though the tall and straight body stood there silently, it still showed inherent nobility and coldness.

"I've finished approving the memorial."

The thin lips under the nose are slightly parted, and the female voice falls very softly.

Apart from the fading lingering sound in the empty hall, there was no response.

The delicate body on the chair has her eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes like feather fans cover the entire lower eyelids, and the red lips under the hooked nose are lightly pursed.

The candlelight gently hit her, making her look inexplicably gentle.

The elegant appearance adds three points of mystery and seven points of charm in the hazy night. It is pleasing to the eye from a distance, and it is even more beautiful when viewed up close.

(End of this chapter)