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68. Chapter 68 Sleeping Phase 1

The crystal curtain is not lowered, the mica screen is opened, and the beauty is soaked in cold powder. Many bright lights will be given to the golden statue, and the clouds will pour out together with the dawn.

He even took the Hu bed to the south tower to see the jade on earth and the plain swings. This sulfur cloud palace comes from the phrase "Together with the flowing clouds at dawn"." [Excerpted from Chao Buzhi's "Song of the Cave Immortal."

Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival]

Xuanyuan Yao raised his bright yellow Xuan Yun sleeves and applauded: "The Queen is so talented in writing. She can recite such a long paragraph backwards and forwards."

Murong Qianqian raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "Yes, I am a talented woman." However, she knew it well, because Xiang Mo and others often asked about it. In order to show that she was very educated, she spent a day and a night

I just memorized it.

"However," Xuanyuan Yao rested his elbow with one hand and held his chin with the other and said in a deep voice, "I remember that the 'liu' in the word 'Liuxia' means the flow of falling flowers and flowing water, not the sulfur of sulfur."

a bolt from the blue.

"..."

In the end, Murong Qianqian explained that in order to better highlight her literary and artistic temperament, the word "liu" was too simple, so she specially changed it to the more profound "sulfur", which was definitely not a typo.

In the blink of an eye, it’s fifteen again.

According to Murong Qianqian's different equality treaty, she should sleep with her today, in other words, she should lay on the floor in the corner with the quilt in her arms.

After dinner, she called Xiang Mo to her side and said, "Bring me a few more quilts tonight. Remember, I want them to be extra thick and soft."

Xiang Mo reminded: "Madam, are you not afraid of getting sick from boredom in this hot weather?"

Murong Qianqian glared, "You girl, you are just dishonest. Just do what I told you to do, there is so much nonsense."

After being yelled at, Xiang Mo stepped back without hesitation, quickly brought two quilts, folded them neatly on the bed, and then accidentally glanced at Xuanyuan Yao in front of the desk.

Immediately, his heart was filled with happiness. He moved to Murong Qianqian's side with a smile and whispered: "Your Majesty is really smart, Xiang Mo understands."

Murong Qianqian was confused, Na Xiangmo went out actively again, and when he came back, he led the four living treasures to bring in ten quilts, which were piled high together, filling up the entire soft bed.

"This is..." Murong Qianqian frowned into a figure-eight shape. With so many quilts, where would she sleep?

Xiang Mo smiled furtively and leaned into her ear, "Mother, this servant can only help you so much. Then you will try your best to cover the emperor with a quilt. The emperor will naturally undress and take off his belt if he is too hot."

"...Xiangmo, do you want to eat an apple?" Murong Qianqian asked, twitching the corners of her mouth.

Xiang Mo's face turned pale for a moment, and he ran away in a flash. The next second, he fell back. As he closed the door, he winked and said, "My dear, come on!"

Xuanyuan Yao sat in front of the desk in an elegant manner, holding a book of songs in his hand, but his eyes took in the scene just now.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her lips, and she raised her head slightly, "Queen, is it true that what Xiang Mo said is true to your heart?"

Murong Qianqian was struggling to move the quilt to the corner of the wall. When she heard Xuanyuan Yao ask, she stumbled and staggered a step. She quickly turned around and said, "Yao Yao, you are thinking too much~"

Xuanyuan Yao quickly caught the quilt in her hand and smiled lustfully, "Queen, you don't have to be so shy, I can understand it."

"I understand, I understand your eighteenth generation of ancestors!" But...this sentence can only be cursed in my heart.
Chapter completed!
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