Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 120

The two of them lay on the bed and did nothing, just chatted a few words about tomorrow's wedding. As they talked, Zuo Yu's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

In fact, he didn't lie. He was really a little nervous. The person he liked for so long in his heart suddenly became a husband and wife with him. It seemed that everything came too smoothly and suddenly. An unreal feeling that makes people unable to completely let go of their hearts.

It seems that everything tomorrow will change at any time, his heartbeat has been unable to calm down, and it is nothing more than ups and downs.

But when he was most anxious, Xiaoming came, with her usual cynical smile, as if everything was nothing more than that in her eyes, and it was no big deal. Infected by this emotion, his heartbeat slowly calmed down down.

At this moment, the setting sun has completely submerged into the horizon, the afterglow has dissipated, the stars hang high, and the drowsiness also surges up overwhelmingly.

Zuo Yu listened to what Yuan Xiaoming had to say for a while, and at first he was able to respond a few times, but then he just unconsciously echoed it. By the time Yuan Xiaoming realized it, Zuo Yu had already fallen into a deep sleep.

His eyelashes are very long, like two small fans covering those dark jade eyes.

Breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully, brows stretched, unguarded, Yuan Xiaoming felt a sense of peace in his heart.

She smiled knowingly, looked up for a while, then rolled over lightly and got off the bed. Before leaving, she thought of something, turned back and shook the quilt from the end of the bed, and gently covered Zuo Yu's body After helping him tuck the corner of the quilt, she turned around and left Qinse Palace.

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Outside the hall, Xi'an, the chief eunuch in charge of general affairs inside and outside Qinse Palace, saw Yuan Xiaoming come out, and quickly knelt down. Yuan Xiaoming raised his hand and said in a low voice, "You don't need to salute, your master is asleep, you go in." Check to see if there is anything wrong, other than that, you don't need to go in and disturb him, wake him up early tomorrow, don't miss the auspicious time."

Xi'an nodded in response: "Yes, the servant obeys the order."

Yuan Xiaoming nodded, Su Ling stepped forward, flicked his fly whisk, and followed behind Yuan Xiaoming, he looked back at Qinse Palace, and asked in a low voice: "Why did Your Majesty just leave?"

You've come all the time, it's the hour, it's okay to stay here.

Yuan Xiaoming glanced at him sideways: "The big wedding is coming soon, so I can't wait to sleep in his palace, so that people will know how hungry I am if I have to make arrangements."

Su Ling: "..."

He smiled embarrassingly: "The servant understands what His Majesty means, it is the servant who made a slip of the tongue."

Your Majesty is not worried about his own reputation, it is clearly worried about His Highness Feng Jun's reputation.

As long as you are not married for a day, it is not good to stay overnight in Fengjun's palace, otherwise the ministers outside will definitely impeach your majesty for being dizzy, saying that Fengjun is bewitching the emperor's heart and violating the ancestral system.

Yuan Xiaoming chuckled lightly and didn't speak any more.

Yuan Xiaoming was not in a hurry to go back, just walking in the imperial garden. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a person standing in the gazebo, playing the piano in the wind, his clothes fluttering, the light and shadow were dim, There is a bit of a fairy-like taste in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Xiaoming's footsteps stopped, and Suling stopped with a very winking look, then glanced at Yuan Xiaoming, and shouted to the other side speculatively: "Who is it?! I want to do it in the imperial garden in the middle of the night. What? What is the crime for disturbing Sheng Jia?"

(End of this chapter)