In the early morning, Xuanyuan Yongling woke up from a sweet dream.
Opening your eyes, Ya Ge's peerless beauty is right at your fingertips.
I saw her holding her head with her hands, sitting on the edge of the bed, still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
She actually stayed with him like this all night?
Xuanyuan Yongling's heart warmed up, but he still refused to give up her hard work.
He got up and quietly got out of bed, wanting to take her back to bed to sleep.
Unexpectedly, she woke up with just a slight movement.
Facing him with a pair of misty eyes, Ya Ge was a little at a loss.
"Are you stupid? The bed is so big, so you're so afraid that I'll eat you?" They've been married for a while, but this woman is still not used to having physical contact with him.
Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yongling felt unhappy. His words were reproachful, but his tone was concerned.
Ya Ge stood up, a blush quietly appearing on her cheeks.
In order to cover up, she hurriedly opened the door and said: "I will supervise the breakfast!"
"Supervise breakfast?" Xuanyuan Yongling was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: This woman, even her shy way is so different.
but......
Is she really shy? Then...
Xuanyuan Yongling spent the entire morning in wild thoughts.
He found that in many aspects, he was hopelessly getting closer to Wu Yage.
For example: Meditation without anyone else around!
After the morning court, Xuanyuan Yongling was pronounced dead by the old emperor.
When he came back, he was followed by several slaves, all of them holding piles of small discounts in their hands.
Song of Songs locked himself in the study and was still copying the Classics.
Xuanyuan Yongling suddenly opened the door and came in, and then the servants came in one by one and put down the mountain of folding papers.
Although I didn't understand, I didn't ask.
This is her: not too talkative, not too intrusive! Ever since she was little, she has never known how to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with others.
The servant stepped back and Xuanyuan Yongling looked at the papers on the case, his handsome eyebrows knitted together.
Turning his head, he found that Ya Ge was still buried among the words, as if he didn't exist.
Displeased, he said: "Woman, can't you ask Gu what's going on?"
Ya Ge then raised his head and asked in accordance with the words: "Your Highness, what is going on with you?"