Yue Feng feels miserable because you don't know how scary this kid is! He is a completely sinister person. If it weren't for him, would he be punished by the emperor?
Yue Feng couldn't help but shudder when he thought about how life was worse than death in those days.
"The emperor looks much better recently. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ling." Yue Qing's expression was sincere. He was really grateful to Ling Xuewei.
"This is what I should do." Ling Xuewei smiled.
Yue Qing smiled lightly, "Young Master Ling, there is no need to be modest. In fact, since two years ago, the emperor's sleep has been getting worse every day. When he is busy, he can even go without rest for four or five days. If it were not for the support of his advanced cultivation, I would really
I’m worried that he won’t last that long…”
Two years ago?
Ling Xuewei's heart skipped a beat.
Yue Feng continued, "So, we really appreciate you."
Ling Xuewei really didn't know how to react. There was an indescribable emotion in her heart, sour and uncomfortable.
Stepping into the study, Ling Xuewei didn't say anything and found a place to sit down.
From the corner of Fu Ji's eyes, he saw Ling Xuewei coming in, her voice kept coming, and their expressions were very serious.
When Ling Xuewei saw this, she went to make another pot of tea and put it in front of them.
The fragrance of jasmine fills the air, with a unique flavor that makes people feel refreshed.
Only then did Ye Moyan notice Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei smiled slightly at Ye Moyan, then went to the side and sat down with a book.
Ye Moyan picked up the tea and took a sip. The fragrance of jasmine and mint filled his mouth, instantly relaxing his tired nerves. The corners of Ye Moyan's mouth curled up slightly, and his facial features softened.
Fu Ji's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
"That's it for today, Fu Ji, please go back." Ye Moyan dismissed Fu Ji.
"Yes, I will retire."
Fu Ji left quickly, leaving only Ye Moyan and Ling Xuewei in the study.
Ye Moyan stood up and walked towards Ling Xuewei, pulling Ling Xuewei to sit on his lap.
Ye Moyan rested his head on Ling Xuewei's shoulder, and then closed his eyes.
Ye Moyan had a hint of tiredness on his face, Ling Xuewei put down the book and raised her hand to massage his head.
The force was neither light nor heavy, and it was very comfortable. Ye Moyan's slightly frowned eyebrows gradually relaxed.
"Are you feeling better?" Ling Xuewei asked softly.
"Yes." Ye Moyan pulled down Ling Xuewei's hand, put it to his lips and kissed her, "Didn't I tell you to sleep first?"
Ling Xuewei pouted, "It's not me who should sleep, it's you. Just think about it, how long have you been busy from this morning to now?"
Ye Moyan chuckled, knowing that Ling Xuewei was worried about him. He pecked Ling Xuewei on the lips, then leaned close to Ling Xuewei and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, no matter how busy I am, I still have the energy to hold you."
Buzz!
Ling Xuewei's cheeks turned red. She suddenly remembered the madness last night and her heart beat wildly.
This guy!
A pure hooligan!
Who said that the dignified Night Emperor was a pure-hearted man?
Stand up for me!
I guarantee I can’t beat you to death!
"Weier is shy?" Ye Moyan smiled even happier.
Now he never misses any opportunity to flirt with Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei glared at Ye Mo Yan, but her cheeks turned red. Not only did her glare at Ye Mo Yan have no lethality, but it actually aroused the fire in Ye Mo Yan's heart.
Ye Moyan chuckled and suddenly picked up Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei quickly hugged Ye Moyan's neck and whispered, "What are you going to do? This is the study room!"
Yueqing and the others are still outside!
"What are you thinking about? Didn't you say you need to rest?" Ye Moyan's mouth curled up slightly.