Nangong Shuo's deep voice interrupted Dequan's words, and in Dequan's stunned eyes, he left Huayang Palace.
When he stepped into the imperial study compound again, the lights inside were still on, and the servants waiting outside the imperial study room had not left either.
It seems that the woman is still inside.
Quite serious.
Nangong Shuo added something secretly in his heart, curled his lower lip, and walked inside.
"See..."
When the servants saw him, they were about to salute, but he quickly stopped him, "All of you, go down."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The servants all left one after another. Nangong Shuo raised his feet and stepped into the threshold of the imperial study. However, at this time, his steps subconsciously became much lighter.
In front of the desk in the royal study, Shangguan Yu's figure lying on the table fell completely into his sight.
At this time, the brush in her hand had fallen to the ground, and she was sleeping on the table with her face sideways. A light snoring slowly came from her nose, accompanied by a few thin, silky drools.
As a queen, sleeping in such a posture was not very elegant. Nangong Shuo looked at it, frowned slightly, and stepped forward.
Next to her face, there was the small notebook she had written earlier, with large sections modified in red ink.
He reached out and quietly took the book over. After looking through it, his eyes showed a bit of approval and satisfaction, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "You damn girl still has some brains."
He unknowingly praised in a low voice. After reading it, he closed the book again and put it aside. His eyes fell on Shangguan Yu's sleeping face, and his brows furrowed again.
"Why does this happen every time?"
He said in a dissatisfied tone, looking at the ink that was once again painted on her face, which was a mixture of red and black.
Frowning, he gently moved her away from the desk, subconsciously slowing down his movements, as if he was afraid of waking her up.
He gently turned her face around with the palm of his hand and leaned it on his shoulder. He then leaned down and, with almost gentle movements, lifted Shangguan Yu from the dragon chair and looked at her sleeping appearance.
He hooked his lips and said, "If you dare to sit on my dragon chair and sleep so soundly, I really underestimate your courage."
Even though he said this, his words were full of endless pampering.
This unprecedented tenderness was clearly revealed at this moment, but perhaps even he himself had not noticed it.
He gently placed Shangguan Yu on the bed, lowered his eyebrows, looked at the painted area on her face, and frowned.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up and walked to the washbasin, poured out a handful of water, and returned to the bedside.
He reached out and carefully wiped away the ink stains on her face bit by bit, leaving no corner untouched.
After it was completely wiped clean, Nangong Shuo looked at the white face and felt a little satisfied.
At this time, her sleeping face looked peaceful and contented, so soft that she was completely different from the usual woman who kept shouting in front of him and kept calling him "The King of Dogs".
He even wondered whether it was because of Shangguan Cheng or because of his good temper that he could tolerate this woman's many times of disrespect and lawlessness.
Is he afraid of Shangguan City?
I'm afraid the reason is not that simple. He is afraid of Shangguancheng, but isn't Shangguancheng also afraid of him?
Can.
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He glanced at Shangguan Yu again and did not continue to think about it.