After a while, Yun Mo twisted her small body and entered the study room gracefully.
Chu Junhuan's slender hands were still fidgeting with the book in his hands, without looking up.
"I...I have met the prince..." Yun Mo bowed his head and blessed himself.
"Oh?" Chu Junhuan then raised his head and glanced at Yun Mo, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly: "When did my beloved concubine become so polite?"
"I... when I first met the prince, I was so shocked that I lost my etiquette..." When she said this, she was clearly gritting her teeth and saying it with great reluctance.
The smile on his face instantly disappeared and became vague, and he continued: "Why is my beloved concubine so shy today? She raised her head to show her husband."
Yun Mo then raised his head, and his bright eyes met Chu Junhuan's playful dark eyes. He saw Yun Mo's delicate and pretty face, like a fairy walking out of a painting. Her appearance was a bit pure and elegant, but her face
There was an unparalleled playfulness in his expression, which was so strange that he was actually a little dumbfounded.
Seeing this, Yun Mo felt a little proud, thinking that this beautiful face might be of some use.
She looked at Chu Junhuan and smiled slightly.
That smile was as bright as the flowers blooming on the trees in March, and it was extremely moving.
Chu Junhuan also smiled back, but after smiling, he frowned slightly. How could this smile be so familiar?
Realizing that he had lost his composure, he sat upright, placed the book in his hand on the desks seriously, coughed slightly, and then said: "My beloved concubine, why are you here to see me as your husband?"
Yun Mo crept forward, stood opposite Chu Junhuan, and said softly: "I heard that Your Majesty read until midnight and worked very hard. I ordered someone to make some soup for Your Majesty. I hope that His Majesty will take good care of his body."
After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly, and a group of maids came in, carrying various kinds of fragrant soups, placing them respectfully on the table, and left the study without lingering.
Yun Mo gently put her hands on Chu Junhuan's shoulders. At this time, she had moved behind Chu Junhuan while the maids were serving soup. She used gentle and gentle pressure on Chu Junhuan's shoulders.
Kneading, kneading and kneading, he said softly: "I heard that your shoulders will be most uncomfortable after reading for a long time. Does your husband feel good after rubbing like this?"
Chu Junhuan let Yunmo squeeze it for a long time as if he was enjoying it, and then Fang Youyou exhaled, "It's okay..."
Although Yun Mo was gently massaging Chu Junhuan's shoulders at this time, his expression was clenched teeth. Could it be that I stooped forward like this just for you to say "It's okay"?
For a moment, Yun Mo had nothing else to say, and there was silence between the two of them. Chu Junhuan seemed to be immersed in that kind of enjoyment, and he happily forgot that there was Yun Mo in the palace.