Su Yan involuntarily turned around and said, "Master Shang Shu doesn't need to send it, please come back."

Already at the gate of the mansion, the Minister of Officials did not step out.

Her eyes were full of silence, and she gave him the umbrella brought by the servant, "Be careful."

"thanks."

When the gate of the mansion was closed, Su Yan passed by the carriage at the door, and held his umbrella behind Ling Qingxuan.

"What are you doing here?"

The little girl turned around, her white clothes were stained with a lot of rain marks, and her hair was slightly wet.

Her face was cold and she pointed at Tiandao: "I think there may be thunder, so I will pick you up."

In an instant, there was a thunderclap in the sky, the umbrella fell to the ground, and Su Yan slammed into Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan leaned back against the wall and coughed in a muffled voice.

It's better to come early than coincidence.

The man hugged her tightly, his hot chest heaving.

Ling Qingxuan couldn't see his expression, and patted his back lightly.

Another thunder, Su Yan's body trembled slightly.

I don't know if it was Lei's effect, or something was changing quietly. Su Yan was very dependent on her at the moment, and his arm didn't consciously exert any force.

"... Linger." He whispered the name in her ear.

"You were so good when the thunder struck." Ling Qingxuan hugged him, glanced at the umbrella taken out from the Shangshu Mansion, passed by without looking sideways, and took Su Yan to the carriage.

The person waiting was Su Yan's subordinate. Since he knew Ling Qingxuan, he didn't say anything and took the reins to send them back.

The space in the carriage was small, so it was a little warmer. Ling Qingxuan took out the handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from his face.

Su Yan squinted slightly and leaned on her shoulder, looking very comfortable.

Ling Qingxuan was playing with his hand, but he took the initiative to clasp her fingers.

The tighter the better, it seems that the only way to drive away his anxiety.

Therefore, after Ling Qingxuan suffered from back pain, her hand also hurt.

What else can I do, I can only get used to it.

Arriving at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ling Qingxuan ordered to prepare hot water and **** soup for one person.

Seeing that his adults were very dependent, the housekeeper coughed twice and immediately went to prepare.

The man's body is fragile, but he is easily ill. After Ling Qingxuan brought Su Yan into the room, he took off his coat and threw him on the bed.

The thunder boomed, and he tightly grasped Ling Qingxuan's wrist.

Ling Qingxuan looked down at her wrist, which started to turn red, and found that Su Yan's condition seemed to be better this time.

He just stared at Ling Qingxuan in a daze, without showing any special fear or panic.

"Weir?"

"Aya."

"Weir."

"Aya."

"..."

【Host, what are you doing? 】

Practice nicknames.

[…] It is a crime to abuse pigs.

Calling her name, Su Yan gradually calmed down, and after the next thunder came, he only trembled slightly.

Hot water and **** soup are ready in no time.

Aya Qingxuan was afraid that he would spill the soup when he trembled, so he fed him by himself.

"Open your mouth."

Su Yan shook his head, "I don't like it."

"Um?"

Su Yan said, "I don't like ginger."

After reaching a consensus on hobbies, Aya Qingxuan raised the spoon, "I'll leave if I don't drink it."

He was caught by her, let Xia Ge force her to drink **** soup before, but now it is her turn to force him.

Su Yan pursed his lips, as if after some ideological struggle, he said, "I drink, you don't go."

He took a sip, and Jun's face immediately wrinkled, very uncomfortable.

Seeing him being so obedient, Ling Qingxuan put down the **** soup and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Su Yan shook his head, pounced on her, and bit his soft pink lips.

A smell of **** wafted, and Ling Qingxuan ate the fruit.

She pushed Su Yan away with a sullen face.

The person who was pushed away looked at her a little aggrieved.

"sweet."

Ling Qingxuan glanced at him and hooked helplessly.

Sweet, sweet, forget it!

Su Yan gasped for breath when he was kissed. He pulled the quilt and looked at Ling Qingxuan expectantly.

"cold."

Ling Qingxuan took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, making a bed-warming machine with no emotions.

Someone was sticking to it, Su Yan gradually felt relieved, he stuck to Ling Qingxuan and didn't let go.

Ling Qingxuan once again complained about this plane without a mobile phone, and really wanted to record it and throw it on Su Yan's face tomorrow.

Ling Qingxuan accompanied the bed and fell asleep.

The sound of the rain outside was getting quieter, Su Yan opened his eyes, and his eyes were much clearer.

The quilt was warm, and he looked down, holding Her Majesty the Queen like a treasure.

He wanted to push her out of the quilt directly, but remembering what he had done when he was frightened, his eyes darkened, he leaned down, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed it against the little girl's soft lips.

Cool and fragrant.

Su Yan blushed, hurriedly closed his eyes, forcing himself not to wake up at all, he was still asleep.

He put his arms around the little girl, his body was completely relaxed, and he fell asleep.

Three poles in the sun, he opened his eyes in confusion, embraced his arms, and his arms were empty.

Feeling a sense of loss, he sat up on the bed with no expression on his face.

The butler's voice came from outside, "Sir, are you awake?"

"Um."

The housekeeper brought in the washing things, and hesitantly said Su Yan, who had a bad temper before he woke up.

"Sir, Your Majesty asks Xiao to help her with a message."

Su Yan looked sideways and looked at her, "What?"

The housekeeper was a little hard to say, "Your Majesty said, she... She serves her comfortably."

The adult's face turned black, it was terrifying.

So the housekeeper got out before Su Yan lost his temper, and helped him close the door.

The anger she imagined did not come, and she didn't know if Su Yan had heard the words clearly.

The man on the bed glanced at the **** soup that had been sitting beside him overnight.

He pursed his lips, put his hand to his mouth, and took a small sip.

He hates ginger.

But still remember the sweetness.

...

Su Yan was allowed to recover from his injuries and could not go to court, so he stayed at the house.

And Ling Qingxuan was sitting on the court in the right spirit.

The assassination of the Prime Minister's Mansion can be a big or small matter. Many people know that Ling Qingxuan will hand over the matter to Yan Shan.

The ministers looked at each other, suspecting that His Majesty would be rejected by Yan Shan.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shan agreed without a word, and vowed to protect the Su family.

Has the general lost his memory, you are the enemy, not your in-laws!

After retreating, Yan Shan visited Ling Qingxuan alone.

Ling Qingxuan pushed the tea in front of him and said lightly, "Who grabbed the neck?"

Yan Shan immediately covered his neck and laughed dryly.

"Your Majesty, does the marriage you said before count?"

"It counts." Ling Qingxuan pushed the teapot to him again, "Drink it."

Yan Shan:  …

Young Master Su, you don't know what this general sacrificed for you!

He drank a whole pot of tea with a sullen head.

To be held to death!

Ling Qingxuan saw that he was uncomfortable, her eyes were light, "Why don't you leave me a cup."

Yan Shan frowned, "Your Majesty, stop teasing the minister."

His expression returned to seriousness and said, "I would like to ask Your Majesty to marry him and Su Ze."