Qiucao stood there silently until all the palace people retreated, then she climbed onto the bed carefully, patted Mu Zhaochu on the back, and asked: "Um... Your Majesty, is the minister of the court bothering you again?"
"Huh!" The person on the bed didn't even turn around and continued to hum.
Isn't that the reason? Qiucao tilted his head and thought for a moment, "That means... today's dinner is not to your liking?"
"snort!"
Isn’t this the case? Qiucao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Then... there will be a grain harvest in Mu country this year?" [
"snort!"
Not yet? Qiucao, "Then...where is the flood in Mu country?"
"snort!"
“Or are North Korean and Chinese officials corrupt and accepting bribes?”
This time, Mu Zhaozhang simply stopped humming and directly pulled the quilt to cover her head.
This isn’t it either?
Qiucao couldn't think of any other reasons, and her waist was sore on her side, so she lay down and prepared to beat it a few times to slow it down before continuing to ask. Unexpectedly, as soon as she lay down, she didn't have time to reach out and nestled under the quilt.
The person inside suddenly came out, stretched out his hand, put it on her waist, rubbed it gently, and while rubbing it, asked with an unhappy face: "Is it uncomfortable?"
Qiucao was really shocked by his strange behavior. She was stunned for a while before replying, "...it's okay, a little sour."
"Where?" The voice was still a little reluctant, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
"Uh..." Qiucao pointed, and his hands immediately moved to her slightly sore area and gently massaged it.
The room was quiet, there was no sound at all.
Qiucao wanted the king of a country to rub her waist, but it was a bit too much, so after a while, Qiucao hurriedly said, "But, it's okay, Your Majesty, I'm much better now."
The hands on the waist were retracted.
Qiucao was about to ask what happened, but when she turned around, she found that Mu Zhaochu had hidden under the quilt again.
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What on earth is he making a fuss about? There are black lines on the autumn grass, and a huge bead of sweat falls involuntarily on his forehead.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty? Are you asleep?"
The man in the quilt huddled up for a moment and did not answer.
==[
Anyway, he just didn't plan to talk to him today. Qiucao was sweating again and again. He looked at the night outside and estimated that it was about two o'clock now. Going to bed late was not good for the fetus in his belly.