After washing off the makeup on their faces, Nangong Eagle finally felt less irritated.

"Why are you two leaving the palace like this?"

Inn room.

Nangongdu took off the face mask, took a breath and said, "What else can I do, Xuan'er she..."

This speculation should not be made public, and Nangong Du shut his mouth.

"Xuan'er?"

Nangong Jiu caught these two words, pulled them over, and whispered: "Xuan'er is fine, nothing is wrong, don't worry too much, so as not to interfere with him."

The eldest sister has warned her not to cause trouble for Xuan'er.

"Then the emperor is still watching Qingxin?" The two were relieved, and Nangong said.

"No, he ran away with his queen, this little conscience."

Nangong puffed out his cheeks and said, "Brother Huang, I guessed right, he really doesn't like that queen."

"It's not normal to hate your wife. When you grow up and marry a wife, you will also hate your wife."

Nangongdu knocked on him, "Since Xuan'er is fine, let's go back to the palace."

He didn't really want to go out of the palace at all, and was dragged out by Nangong Tie.

After just coming out for a while, he found that his strength did not allow him to wave outside.

"No." Nangong Tie covered his head and said, "I really have something to tell the emperor."

"Don't let the father and mother worry, tell me something, and I will tell Xuan'er later." Nangong Jiu now looks like a sister, patted his chest.

"Yeah, I don't have enough silver taels, so please help me advance it first."

Nangong pursed his lips.

No matter how you look at it, the third sister is a little unreliable.

...

Night fell, and moonlight poured in through the windows.

Zhuyou clutched her hot heart and panted slightly.

The time is coming, the fatigue of the body is intensified, and he does not even have the strength to speak.

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were covered with black cloth.

It's their punishment for rock-paper-scissors losing.

I don't know how the emperor had such a naive game idea.

Counting the time, Zhuyou leaned against the bed, her eyes resting on the little girl's soft lips.

"Is Qiuqiu not back yet?"

"What's the hurry, I won't run anymore." Zhu You's depression in her heart was completely for herself.

Difficulty descending to the ground, Zhuyou stood in front of Ling Qingxuan.

He raised his hand halfway and put it down again.

Silver teeth nibbled, Zhuyou returned to the bed, and took out the small clothes she had prepared.

Finally, he glanced at Ling Qingxuan before he got into the quilt.

Ling Qingxuan half supported her head, the black cloth covering her eyes was covered with spiritual energy, and she could actually see everything outside.

She was reflecting on herself, whether it was a little too much for the little guy.

However, for him to trust himself enough, this process is essential.

The rustling stopped, Zhuyou opened the quilt and lay down inside.

"Emperor."

He had just experienced bone shrinkage, and his whole body was in severe pain. He called Ling Qingxuan like this, but it also contained pain.

Aware of his tone, Ling Qingxuan pulled away the black cloth, strode over to the bed, and gently hugged her.

"Qiuqiu, I miss you so much."

For a moment, Zhuyou didn't know where her pain was going.

His mind was filled with Ling Qingxuan's voice, and the tip of his nose was filled with her cold fragrance.

Being embraced by this cold embrace, he put his small hand on her waist and said, "How much do you think?"

"Thinking like crazy." Ling Qingxuan suppressed his bone meridians with spiritual energy. After relieving the pain, he gently released him and kissed him on the cheek.

Zhuyou wiped her face in disgust, "Dengzizi."

"Then I will only be a disciple of you."

The smiling face was imprinted in Zhuyou's eyes, his ears were rosy, and his face turned inward.

"Tired?"

Zhuyou nodded, Ling Qingxuan put him inside, laying down by herself, and slept together.

"Nangong Xuan, you don't even ask, where has my cousin gone?"

Ling Qingxuan cooperated: "Where did he go?"

Zhuyou felt a sense of frustration.

He snorted softly and said nothing.

Aya Qingxuan patted him on the arm to lull him to sleep.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

The little girl clapped her hands once and for all to drive away all the pain.

Zhuyou was so tired that she slowly fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, Ling Qingxuan turned him over and smoothed the wrinkles between his brows. She curled his soft black hair and placed a kiss on his lips.

Little guy, hard work.

...

'knock--'

'knock-knock-'

The tentative knock on the door rang loudly, and Ling Qingxuan lifted the quilt and opened the door.

Murongxi, who was waiting outside, clenched his excited hands, "Sir, are you alright?"

Relying on the induction of the spirit sword, Murongxi avoided others and found this place.

"It's okay." Ling Qingxuan was still wearing a drowsy lingerie, she glanced at Zhuyou in a daze, and saw the little guy shrinking into a ball.

"Sir, on your neck..." Murongxi pointed at her neck and smiled, "Could it be you..."

This little brat hasn't grown up yet, why are adults in such a hurry?

Ling Qingxuan touched his neck and felt the traces on it.

Probably the little guy got it in the middle of the night.

She yawned indifferently, "Not yet, have you had breakfast?"

Murongxi: "No."

Is the grown-up inviting her to dinner?

"Oh, let's eat." Ling Qingxuan closed the door in the next second.

Because the little guy is stretching to get up.

Such a soft and cute appearance, even the stream will not show it.

The soft glutinous milk dumpling was half sitting on the bed, and stretched out his hand towards Ling Qingxuan in a daze.

The little girl took his clothes and dressed him. During the whole process, Zhu You still didn't seem to be fully awake.

He leaned softly against Ling Qingxuan and was manipulated at will.

It's nothing to wear clothes, but the hairstyle...

Aya Qingxuan is in trouble.

It's not very cute to tie one Tweet, and she definitely won't be symmetrical with two, so it's better...

After Zhuyou was fully awake, Ling Qingxuan was holding him in her arms to feed her breakfast.

He saw Murongxi's smile across the table, and frowned, "Murongxi?"

Why is she here.

Could it be that Nangong Xuan had to take her with him on the way to Ziyu Country?

Zhuyou was unhappy early in the morning.

"Hey, little fart... little princess~"

Ling Qingxuan put the spoon to his mouth, "Qiuqiu, open your mouth."

"Ah—" After eating the warm porridge of Aya Qingxuan, the stomach was warm.

Murongxi couldn't hold it anymore, she laughed and said, "Your Majesty, should I come and re-groom him?"

Zhuyou looked puzzled.

Comb your hair?

what happened to his head?

Before the question came out, the door was pushed open and Su Xing strode in.

He received the news, but he was one step behind Murongxi.

"Your Highness...you?"

Su Xing's serious expression suddenly changed, he coughed dryly, "What troubles your Highness recently?"

Day by day, more and more bad things happened to him.

When Ling Qingxuan fed him again, Zhuyou raised his hand to refuse, and he said in a heavy tone, "Emperor, bring the mirror."