"It's up to him." Zhou Chumu didn't care. He simply bent down and picked up Lin Qingluan from the bed, taking her to sit on the edge of the cave, not caring about Shangguan Lie's sleeping posture.

Lin Qingluan also leaned closely against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and sighed after sitting down.

Zhou Chumu pinched her chin and asked her to look at him: "What are you sighing for?"

"It's nothing." Lin Qingluan didn't want to say those things to avoid disturbing both of them.

She steeled herself, touched Zhou Chumu's body with a pair of small hands, and said with a smile, "Why do you look like that willow tree bud? It will be better as soon as the weather warms up."

"Well, is it okay to touch it?" Zhou Chumu's eyebrows arched and he moved a little, "Is it okay to feel it after just touching it twice? Why don't you try more places?"

"...Bah, shameless." Lin Qingluan was not too shy now, she just smiled and cursed at him.

But having said that, neither of them was actually in the mood to do anything. Lin Qingluan had just cried once, and she knew that Zhou Chumu just wanted to tease her and make her feel better.

She lay lazily in Zhou Chumu's arms, poking his chest with her fingers, and felt it was strange: "Why is your flesh so hard when it grows out? Are men and women really so different?"

Lin Qingluan felt soft everywhere when she touched herself, but Zhou Chumu still felt hard no matter how sick he was and how thin he was now that he was getting better.

Zhou Chumu grabbed her hand and stopped her from messing around. If he touched it again, he couldn't guarantee what would happen.

Holding Lin Qingluan's soft hand, Zhou Chumu's heart softened. He hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Aluan..."

But he didn't finish.

Lin Qingluan, however, looked like she was about to sleep. She lay on his chest, her eyes that were swollen from crying were half-closed. When she heard his words, she just said "huh?", as if because she didn't know.

When he responded, his eyes were completely closed.

Zhou Chumu moved more gently, quietly holding her shoulders and lying on the small couch with her.

Originally it was a small couch that was not spacious enough for Lin Qingluan to lie on, but now it was even more crowded with a big man like Zhou Chumu. He turned half sideways, carefully hugged Lin Qingluan tightly in his arms, and

Just like the day they first met.

Time flies, and one year has passed.

And thinking about it again, it has only been a year, but he has... completely sunk. He even has to hide a little bit on weekdays, not daring to be seen by Lin Qingluan, so as not to think that he is too unstable.

Zhou Chumu was in a state of turmoil here, when a man's murmuring in his sleep was heard not far away. He couldn't help but feel irritated, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth when he looked at the face of the man in his arms.

He had countless ways to stop the emperor from turning over Lin Qingluan's sign, and he also had thousands of ideas to prevent him from entering Wan'an Palace even if he turned over the sign.

But no.

Zhou Chumu could clearly see what Lin Qingluan was thinking. She wanted holy favors, and she wanted more holy favors than everyone else in the harem.

She needed the emperor to stay overnight to ensure the imperial concubine's status in the harem - in this harem, status and honor are indispensable.

Just look at Zhai Hanjing and you will know that if it were not for the support of the Zhai family and the eldest prince, the queen would be like an empty shell at this time. Even if talented people disrespect her, no one would care about her.

Zhou Chumu let out the heavy breath in his chest and pulled Lin Qingluan into his arms again.

What else could he do? Naturally, he had to follow her wishes and follow her heart. He also asked Yu An to mention Lin Qingluan in front of the emperor from time to time to ensure that she would remain favored in the harem.

But it can't be true.

He tried his best and made various plans, but he still couldn't pass the test in his heart.

I really want to let the imperial concubine fall out of favor directly...

It would be better if she was locked up in the cold palace and no one could see her except him.

If he waits for another year - no, half a year, he will be faster. When everything in the south is calmed down and the northwest is gradually encircled, then the change of the throne will not cause any turmoil.

Zhou Chumu could tell that Lin Qingluan had no feelings for the emperor and didn't care about the throne, but she still cared about Dasheng, or in other words, the people of Dasheng.

Since she cared, he could only endure it and grind on it little by little.

Otherwise, according to Zhou Chumu's previous thoughts, he could not care about whether the government and the public were shaken or whether Dasheng was in good health. If he had soldiers in his hands, he could directly march northward. If he was happy, he could directly take the emperor's head.

He had thought like this before. At that time, he was young and not good at hiding. Zhou Zhao accidentally heard his thoughts. It was at that time that Zhou Zhao came up with the idea of ​​handing back the military power and taking him back to the capital.

Zhou Zhao also cared about Dasheng and the people, and was afraid of what his rebellious character would really do, so he decided to return to the capital and trap him in the capital and the Annan Marquis Mansion.

Zhou Chumu also admitted it at the time, and was prepared to leave it at that, but God’s will made him meet Lin Qingluan again...

That was what God wanted, and Zhou Chumu was just following the trend.

It was a pity that his movements could only be done quietly to avoid being discovered by Zhou Zhao. In addition, the winter was difficult, so the progress was so slow, which made him anxious.

There were constraints from all sides, but fortunately, he could still hold her in his arms.

Not too bad.

Zhou Chumu persuaded himself not to care about the person sleeping on the bed. He just hugged Lin Qingluan, huddled on the small couch in grievance, rubbed her forehead, closed his eyes together, and rested for a while.

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Before dawn, Lin Qingluan was woken up by Zhou Chumu.

"He's about to wake up... I was indeed a little reckless last night. See if you can explain it. If not, throw a tea cup and Zhou Ping will light the phantom incense in time." Zhou Chumu whispered.

Lin Qingluan nodded. When she woke up, her eyes were still swollen from crying, but her mind was much clearer.

She was 80% sure that she could explain it to Shangguan Lie, and with the guarantee given to her by Zhou Chumu, she wasn't too worried.

There were faint sounds of voices coming from the window on the other side of the corridor. Zhou Chumu gently touched Lin Qingluan's hair and left without saying anything.

Lin Qingluan took a deep breath, quietly got on the bed and rolled inside - it was also at this time that she discovered that Shangguan Lie was leaning on the bed, with his legs even under the bed, and had slept like this all night.

...Well, it should be fine.

Lin Qingluan didn't care much, but she still gently helped him adjust his posture, then lay on the inside and gently pushed Shangguan Lie: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's time to get up."

"Well," Shangguan Lie seemed to feel uncomfortable, and moved his body automatically, then turned over and hugged Lin Qingluan, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Luan'er."

"It's my concubine. The morning court time is coming soon." Lin Qingluan sat up halfway, and Shangguan Lie's arm naturally slipped off. She smiled and pushed him again, "Your Majesty? Why are you still staying in bed today?"

"I'm up." Shangguan Lie said, but he never moved.
Chapter completed!