Jian Yao waited for a long time, until the sky outside gradually turned fish-belly white, but Feng Xie still didn't wake up. Jian Yao knew that it was time for him to leave. Before the guards in the inner court changed their shifts, A Hong could still cope with it, but she couldn't.

Too long.

"I left, and I will come again. This time I will wait for you..."

A drop of tear fell on Feng Xie's palm, and was instantly absorbed by the layers of gauze. Jian Yao stood up and walked out of the hall reluctantly, but unexpectedly found that the little guard was still sleeping...

Someone opened a small gap in the tall palace door of the inner court. Jian Yao walked in, but did not see A Hong. Jian Yao took a few more steps inward, and suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Jian Yao hid in the shadow of the trees.

Inside, he discovered that it was A Hong’s slender figure.

"Ahong?"

"You are back!"

Ah Hong looked too tired, her face was pale and her hair was unusually messy.

"What's wrong?"

"What can I do? I'm exhausted from dealing with two people at once. Oh, stop talking and go back!"

"A Hong!"

"Don't cry, don't bother me!"

"sorry……"

"Are you leaving or not!!"

"..."

The two figures passed by the tassel tree in front of Pingting's window. The green branches were covered with ice flowers. The night wind blew by, and the sound of the swaying branches was like a whisper...

The dragon paper weight on the desk was tapping gently. Gong Qingci raised his head slightly and looked at the slender white fingers holding the paper weight. The protruding joints were just right between the knuckles.

Combined to form a unique male beauty.

"What do you have to say?"

The tapir's voice revealed a rare indifference. Gong Qingci swallowed and lowered his body so that he could not see the hand.

"Master Hou, Gong Qingci's transformation from a scholar to the current prime minister is all due to your kindness. If you say that he is not selfish, it must be a lie, but what Gong Qingci wants is to protect your country. If you think my approach

This is disobedience, Gong Qingci has nothing to say, just take the head off your neck!"

After Gong Qingci finished speaking, he lowered his head lower, the sound of the paper weight hitting the chopping board stopped, and the beads of sweat on Gong Qingci's forehead formed a small stream and flowed down.

"What do you want your head for? How is the prince's condition?"

"Okay...much better!" Gong Qingci became more nervous when he saw Ni Tapir's voice softening. To outsiders, Ni Tapir might only think of him as an absurd prince who played all day long and ignored government affairs, but Gong Qingci understood that Ni Tapir

It's not like that

Although he seems lazy, he knows all the big and small things in the court. What Yizhi lacks is enthusiasm and ambition, not ability, but what does he want now? The country or the brother Feng Xie

What about love?

"I won't pursue the Mei Ling matter, but what do you think we should do about the Hussars camp?"

Gong Qingci's heart beat fiercely again. This was originally a private deal between him and Feng Xie. Just say it casually, how could you expect that Feng Xie could really come back alive? He kowtowed heavily to the tapir and said: "Master Hou

, I will die to apologize to the Ghost King, and even if my reputation is ruined, I will never embarrass the Marquis!"

"That's it, that's all. I said I don't want your head, but you also said you want to die and so on!" The tapir leaned back on the chair and patted his forehead in annoyance.

"Gong Qingci, you can't die. If you die, who will help me?" Tapir's tone was a little lonely. Gong Qingci straightened up in surprise and saw him staring at the broken plum trees outside the window and mumbling to himself.

After a long while, he sat up again, picked up the pen on the pen desk and wrote it neatly

What did he write? Jian Yao waited for a long time, until the sky outside gradually turned fish-belly white, but Feng Xie still didn't wake up. Jian Yao knew it was time to leave. Before the guards in the inner court changed their shifts, Ahong could still cope with it.

Come here, but not for too long.

"I left, and I will come again. This time I will wait for you..."

A drop of tear fell on Feng Xie's palm, and was instantly absorbed by the layers of gauze. Jian Yao stood up and walked out of the hall reluctantly, but unexpectedly found that the little guard was still sleeping...

Someone opened a small gap in the tall palace door of the inner court. Jian Yao walked in, but did not see A Hong. Jian Yao took a few more steps inward, and suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Jian Yao hid in the shadow of the trees.

Inside, he discovered that it was A Hong’s slender figure.

"Ahong?"

"You are back!"

Ah Hong looked too tired, her face was pale and her hair was unusually messy.

"What's wrong?"

"What can I do? I'm exhausted from dealing with two people at once. Oh, stop talking and go back!"

"A Hong!"

"Don't cry, don't bother me!"

"sorry……"

"Are you leaving or not!!"

"..."

The two figures passed by the tassel tree in front of Pingting's window. The green branches were covered with ice flowers. The night wind blew by, and the sound of the swaying branches was like a whisper...

The dragon paper weight on the desk was tapping gently. Gong Qingci raised his head slightly and looked at the slender white fingers holding the paper weight. The protruding joints were just right between the knuckles.

Combined to form a unique male beauty.

"What do you have to say?"

The tapir's voice revealed a rare indifference. Gong Qingci swallowed and lowered his body so that he could not see the hand.

"Master Hou, Gong Qingci's transformation from a scholar to the current prime minister is all due to your kindness. If you say that he is not selfish, it must be a lie, but what Gong Qingci wants is to protect your country. If you think my approach

This is disobedience, Gong Qingci has nothing to say, just take the head off your neck!"

After Gong Qingci finished speaking, he lowered his head lower, the sound of the paper weight hitting the chopping board stopped, and the beads of sweat on Gong Qingci's forehead formed a small stream and flowed down.

"What do you want your head for? How is the prince's condition?"

"Okay...much better!" Gong Qingci became more nervous when he saw Ni Tapir's voice softening. To outsiders, Ni Tapir might only think of him as an absurd prince who played all day long and ignored government affairs, but Gong Qingci understood that Ni Tapir

It's not like that

Although he seems lazy, he knows all the big and small things in the court. What Yizhi lacks is enthusiasm and ambition, not ability, but what does he want now? The country or the brother Feng Xie

What about love?

"I won't pursue the Mei Ling matter, but what do you think we should do about the Hussars camp?"

Gong Qingci's heart beat fiercely again. This was originally a private deal between him and Feng Xie. Just say it casually, how could you expect that Feng Xie could really come back alive? He kowtowed heavily to the tapir and said: "Master Hou

, I will die to apologize to the Ghost King, and even if my reputation is ruined, I will never embarrass the Marquis!"

"That's it, that's all. I said I don't want your head, but you also said you want to die and so on!" The tapir leaned back on the chair and patted his forehead in annoyance.

"Gong Qingci, you can't die. If you die, who will help me?" Tapir's tone was a little lonely. Gong Qingci straightened up in surprise and saw him staring at the broken plum trees outside the window and mumbling to himself.
Chapter completed!