The man was standing by the bed like a stone sculpture, his expression hidden in the shadows.

Yan Ge could not see his expression clearly, but felt that his features were cold and ruthless.

Xue Qing, when did you come?

How long have you stood in front of the bed?

It's cold in the middle of the night, standing by the bed.

Although the song was a little distressed.

But there is no way to say that this guy is going to get warm.

She felt that it was like a rollover.

The rollover came too suddenly.

Yan Ge didn't even know how to react at this moment.

You can't kick Emperor Xuanwu out of bed and hug Xue Qing and say that you don't know why the emperor is here.

Obviously not a husband and wife, but at this moment, Yan Ge still had a kind of guilty guilty guilty feeling that his wife had secretly found out.

Her eyes moved, and then she lowered her eyes, biting her lips slightly, looking like Ren Junzai.

For a long time, Xue Qing said, "Tomorrow will be closed, and there will be forces from all parties to the Xue family, and everyone will discuss what the emperor did by day."

He said here, squinting his eyes and looking to the words: "Before noon tomorrow, my attitude depends on whether you can show up in Xuefu."

Yan Ge faced his dark eyes, his face was pale, and he was weak: "I, my status, can't get out of this palace."

Xue Qing raised her lips and sneered: "Can't, or are you unwilling?"

After he had said this, he turned and left: "Yangyang, I said, I support him, but it is because of you."

Realizing that he had spoken so much with Xue Qing, Emperor Xuan Wu still remained motionless. After speaking, he knew and felt afterwards, and Xue Qing probably did something to Emperor Xuan Wu.

She hurriedly got up and got out of bed, a few steps to catch up with Xue Qing and grabbed his sleeve: "I and him are not what you think."

She didn't say this, but said that Xue Qing's seemingly dark eyes rolled instantly.

He squeezed his fingers tightly and released them, and when the expression on his face faded, he turned his head and stared at Yange with a smile.

Although not talking.

But that look was like asking her back: Who believes this?

Yange held his sleeves tightly, the ground was wet and cold, and her bare feet were snorted by the coldness, and her tiptoes were busy.

"A Qing, my identity now, if you go out to your palace and be known by those ministers, it will only be you who are implicated."

She looked up at him carefully: "A Qing, tomorrow evening, I'll find a way to go to your house at night, OK, you said you brewed plum wine and buried it in the yard, I always wanted to try it."

Xue Qing put his hand on Yange's waist and hugged him directly.

Yange: ... this guy, wouldn't he want to slap her in front of Emperor Xuanwu?

What if Xuanwu Emperor wakes up?

In case, what to do when Emperor Xuanwu wants to join?

This, if this is another car, she really can't bear it.

Unguarded, she was picked up horizontally, and Yan Ge grabbed Xue Qing's clothes in a fright, and whispered "A Qing".

She trembled at the bottom of her heart, still struggling, should she let Xue Qing hold her outside ...

Xue Qing didn't have the rhythm to think of the words, he held the words, walked to the bed a few steps, and put the words in.

The disgusting glance squinted at Emperor Xuanwu who was still asleep. He looked at the words: "Before noon tomorrow, don't come to Xue's house, and never see me again in the future."

After he had said this, he strode away.

That step was fast, as if I was afraid that Yange would catch up with him and talk to him about the conditions.