The sky outside the window was getting darker and the chill gradually became engulfed.

Xiao Yi responded and said, "Help her get up."

"Yes." The palace maid nervously helped Yang Yaoer up and helped him into the inner room.

Xiao Yi then got up and walked in slowly.

The palace people started to move, lighting candles and lit incense. After a while, the inner room became hot.

Yang Yaoer's cheeks were covered with heat, and two red balls appeared.

She sat obediently on the edge of the bed, looking at Xiao Yi's direction, and she looked like a newly married lady.

Xiao Yi walked up and stood in front of her.

Yang Yaoer's cheeks became even redder. She blinked her eyes and stared at Xiao Yi, as if she wanted to stare out a flower from Xiao Yi before she could give up.

"What do you see?" Xiao Yi asked.

"nice."

"Who looks good?"

"You."

Xiao Yi's expression was faint on his face. He paused and said, "You are better."

When Yang Yaoer heard this, she just looked at him blankly. She probably didn't understand her own beauty at all.

Confused and ignorant.

She probably doesn't know whose fate is in her hands?

Xiao Yi's eyes flashed and he sat down next to Yang Yao'er.

The palace people were about to leave the inner room, but Xiao Yi suddenly turned his head and stared at the great palace maid and said, "What's your name?"

The great palace maid bit her lip, feeling sad and excited. She had been serving the emperor for almost half a year, but the emperor couldn't even remember her name.

She lowered her head and said, "Menhe."

"Oh." Xiao Yi's expression was still faint, and he said, "Drag it out and kill it."

Manhe raised her head in a hurry and stared at Xiao Yi in disbelief: "Emperor, Your Majesty... I, what did I do wrong?"

The two little eunuchs quickly stepped forward, held her arm, and dragged her outward.

Manhe's heart suddenly rose to her throat, which was really scared. She didn't even dare to ask the reason, and shouted tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'm wrong, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Manhe cried so hard that her eyes and nose were mixed up.

The hairpins were also dispersed.

But the emperor didn't even look back at her.

She couldn't wait until the emperor gave in and spared her life.

The little eunuch was very strong and pulled her out of the Palace of Harmony.

Several eunuchs wrapped her whole with linen cloth, and then knocked her down with a torture stick. The first stick saw blood, but it was wrapped in linen cloth, and only a little oozed out, and even the blue bricks on the ground were not dirty.

Manhe couldn't even cry because of pain.

Before she lost consciousness, she vaguely remembered...Is it because she pushed the fool so hard...

...

Xiao Yi turned his head to look at Yang Yaoer's expression.

Will she be afraid?

Yang Yao'er was still staring at him in a daze.

Her eyes were still clear, and her expression was still calm.

It makes people feel warm for no reason.

But suddenly, a "gurgling" sounded.

It broke the indoor trembling and tense and merged with a strange warm atmosphere.

Xiao Yi's eyes moved down and landed on Yang Yaoer's waist and abdomen: "...hungry?"

Yang Yaoer bulged her cheeks and took a big breath in, as if this would fill her empty stomach and would not make any noise.

But this is obviously futile.

I sucked in in one breath, not only did I not fill my stomach, but I also heard "gurgling" sounds one after another, which was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Yang Yaoer showed a little despair between her eyebrows. Only then did she nod her head carefully and respond: "Yeah, I'm hungry."

Xiao Yi brought her cute mood into her eyes and asked again: "Did you have no meals when you came today?"

Yang Yaoer nodded, shook her head again, and said in a soft voice: "I ate, but I can't eat enough."

Xiao Yi turned to see Eunuch Zhao, who hurriedly bowed and said, "Emperor, Miss Yang's meals are made together in the imperial kitchen. It is the example of the concubine."

"I ordered the imperial kitchen to make some easy-to-react food and bring it to you quickly." Xiao Yi ordered.

"yes."

In a flash, all the palace servants in the room retreated.

Yang Yaoer whispered: "The neck hurts."

Xiao Yi is taller than her. Even if she is sitting together, Yang Yaoer has to look up. How can her neck not hurt?

Xiao Yi's eyes moved, and he stretched out his hand, pinched Yang Yaoer's chin, and helped her raise her head.

Yang Yaoer obediently leaned against his hand, and her eyes showed a three-point gratitude and happiness.

This is really labor-saving!

Yang Yaoer thought to herself.

He's really a fool.

Xiao Yi glanced at the joy in her eyes and asked, "Who will have dinner with you on weekdays?"

Yang Yaoer frowned and recalled carefully for a while: "Well, Xia Yue."

The author has something to say: The little emperor seems to be in power on the surface, but in fact he is extremely fierce.

"What do you see?" Xiao Yi asked.

"nice."

"Who looks good?"

"You."
Chapter completed!