"That place," Wan'er said quickly, "it doesn't belong to anyone specifically. No one lives there at all."
"Is that so?" Ye Qingmian thought for a moment, and then thought, yes, if someone really lives there, then he wouldn't dare to be so bold.
"Then do you know who in the palace likes the bamboo forest the most?" Ye Qingmian continued to ask Wan'er
"I'm not very clear about this." Wan'er tilted her head, thinking seriously, and then nodded suddenly, "Yes, I heard that Jinggui liked that bamboo forest very much. I remember the last time he wanted to build a bamboo forest."
The Jinggui people tried their best to protect those bamboos."
"There is such a thing." Ye Qingmian was really surprised.
If the woman in the bamboo forest is Jing Guiren, and the emperor is on his own bed now... that is to say, God, can Jing Guiren cuckold the emperor?
"Zhuzi, drink some ginger soup, I'll go down and cook it for you." Wan'er looked at Ye Qingmian who seemed a little tired and said softly.
"No, I should have nothing to do. I just walked around outside for a while." Ye Qingmian bit her head slightly.
"No, it won't be cured if you catch a cold," Wan'er insisted, and Ye Qingmian had no choice but to let her go.
After drinking the steaming ginger soup, Ye Qingmian felt that she felt much better, and gradually became a little sleepy, so she took off her clothes and lay down next to Nan Fengyu.
As soon as she lay down, Nan Fengyu hugged her.
She was surprised, could it be that Nan Fengyu still wasn't asleep? Just when she was feeling depressed, she heard Nan Fengyu snoring slightly again, and then she realized that he might have done it subconsciously. Xin Gang
settle down
Now she seems to be used to Nan Fengyu's company. Being held in his generous arms at night makes her feel safe and warm. She relies on these faint warmth and slowly falls asleep.
When I get up in the morning, I still have three sun exposures. This was never the case in ancient times, but Ye Qingmian has had too many days and nights reversed in the 21st century, so she still hasn’t changed it now.
"Master, if you get up so late again, what will people think of you in the future?" Wan'er looked at Ye Qingmian helplessly and said.