slave seven seven

Chapter 235 Playing (1)

After going through such a catastrophe, he and she have changed, he is disturbed by nightmares every night, how can she have him in her heart again...

But he won't allow it, absolutely won't allow it...

Qiqi woke up again amidst Xia Houling's raving, and pushed Xia Houling beside her with sleepy eyes, "Master, I'm here."

Xia Houling pushed her hand away, closed her eyes and continued to recite Qiqi, Qiqi...

Does he have nightmares every day?
After waking Xia Houling up, the sky slowly brightened outside the window, and Qiqi couldn't sleep anymore, so she got up and helped Xia Houling get dressed, "I didn't bring the official uniform over last night, I'll change it later."

"Let your maid go to Qingdi Garden to get it." Xia Houling said casually, seeing Qiqi's hand stagnate, her tone softened without realizing it, "I won't go to court today."

Qiqi quietly continued to dress him, Xia Houling pursed his lips unwillingly, "Why don't you ask me what I want to do?"

Qi Qi was taken aback by the question, the question sounded weird, Qi Qi followed his words and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Go for a walk in the suburbs."

One sentence choked Qiqi there, no matter how you look at it, Xia Houling would not be the kind of person who would go for a walk in the suburbs to relax. He probably had something important to do, but his important thing...wasn't it to fight for power with the emperor? .

"Let's go together." Xia Houling said unexpectedly, Qiqi shook her head hurriedly, "I'm not going."

Xia Houling immediately frowned, and said coldly, "Did I ask for your opinion?"

"..." Qiqi fell silent.

Yes, he was just issuing an order, not asking her if she would go or not, so Qiqi dragged Xia Houling into the carriage and headed westward on the outskirts of the capital.

The end of the year was approaching, and there was nothing worth seeing in the suburbs. Xia Houling had a whim at first, and only then did he realize that he had made a very bad proposal when he saw the green grass in the suburbs withered and yellow, the trees dry and branchless, and the pavilions dilapidated.

(End of this chapter)