Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 415

"Are you peeking at something messy?" Han Zhiyu immediately understood when she saw his dodging eyes.

They quarreled once because of this before, but they didn't expect this person to forget the pain when the scar healed.

Ying Yu didn't lie to her, so his eyes just wandered.

This little guilty look made people feel angry and loved.

Love?
How could she have such an idea.

When this idea came up, she turned away in a little embarrassment, and said upsetly: "Forget it, don't read it next time."

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that she was abnormal, Ying Yu couldn't help feeling a little confused: "I won't do it next time, so don't be angry."

The flustered appearance is like an abandoned puppy, limp and pitiful under the light.

Han Zhiyu's heart softened, and she threw herself into his arms: "No, I'm not angry, and I don't blame you."

Her voice gradually choked up: "It's also good for you to do this."

It was my fault that I couldn't decide to come or whether I would go or not.

In modern times, there are no cares, no relatives and no love.

It's better to stay here and not worry about eating and drinking.

"Yeah." Ying Yu relaxed his body and patted her on the back.

I wonder if she is homesick.

Under the candlelight, the two cuddled each other, whispering from time to time, and the years were quiet.

After agreeing to go out, Ying Yu did things very quickly.

He arranged everything the next day and specially came to pick her up.

"Slackers wake up." Ying Yu was dressed in regular clothes and a lavender round neck robe, just like a young master from a rich family.

Han Zhiyu opened her eyes confusedly: "You are so early."

He seems to have worn the lavender clothes. I used to read novels and the like, saying that rich people don't wear clothes worn by rich people twice.

As a result, the emperor's clothes were worn a second time, and he didn't know whether the others were too rich or Ying Yu was too poor.

Amid these random thoughts, Han Zhiyu finally finished her grooming and went out of the palace with him.

Eating and drinking outside the palace again, Ying Yu may not have come out for a long time.

Now, like a bird out of a cage, he dragged her around various food stalls.

"Try this."

"Come here."

Even though the other courtiers brought purses, Ying Yu still insisted on paying the money himself.

As a tasting tool, Han Zhiyu is responsible for opening his mouth, chewing, and swallowing.

When the two of them, including Jing Huan and the others, were full, they started their journey to Ningdu Temple again.

The swaying branches along the way let Han Zhiyu know that the emperor had really made preparations.

"Did you bring all the Dark Lin Guards?" Han Zhiyu asked hesitantly.

Ying Yu took a bite of the candied haws: "I brought a little bit more, but not all of them."

At the foot of the mountain, Ying Yu skillfully squatted down: "Come."

Originally, there were not many people, but now that there are so many people watching, she feels a little embarrassed.

"I'll walk first, and I'll call you if I can't walk anymore." Han Zhiyu took a step back and shied away.

Ying Yu shrugged: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Han Zhiyu categorically refused.

"Hey, when I came here earlier, I thought your clothes matched these shoes, so..." Ying Yu looked at the hem of her skirt.

shoe?

Han Zhiyu didn't know what was wrong with the shoes, she was dumbfounded when she pulled them apart.

The cocked boots, with many beads hanging down, look delicate and expensive.

Maybe all the pearls will be lost during the climbing, Han Zhiyu said with a blank face, "Squat down."

"Come on." Ying Yu squatted down as if triumphant.

For some reason, Ying Yu always has a special obsession with carrying his wife.

(End of this chapter)