And just like that, another few days passed. Then on a sunny afternoon, when Jun Xiaoxiao was taking a nap on the soft couch, Gonggong De commanded the attendants to carry an agarwood table and the emperor's ultra-luxurious dragon couch carefully placed in her lotus hall study.

Jun Xiaoxiao, who was woken up, completely broke out, what did she want to do with this thing, she actually moved all the office here, is she planning to settle in her lotus hall?

Angrily rushed into the study, and beat the luxurious tables and chairs, only two of his palms were red, and one of his hooves was kicked. The anger was hard to dissipate, and he couldn't help these two hard objects, so he could only pick up a brush and draw a turtle on the smooth tabletop. When he was done, he cursed a few more times and turned around and walked out.

"But you're gone?"

"I didn't ...... Chun Yu Jinmo, what are you, you don't make a sound when you walk, do you want to scare me to death? ”

When Chun Yu Jinmo, who had just heard Zuo Xiang's complaints, rushed to the royal study of the Lotus Palace, he saw her kicking the table angrily, unrelieved of hatred, and drew a turtle on his desk. It was she who went in to vent her anger and didn't find him, and now she blamed him. Hearing her address him, he frowned in displeasure, reached out and grabbed her little paw that was hiding behind him, and rubbed it gently, relieving her pain.

"Call me by name." Regarding the name, he felt that it was the most obsessed thing he had ever had in his life besides her. Every day, every moment, the question of her salutation is emphasized.

"If you don't like this table, I'll order someone to burn it, so why bother with yourself." After speaking, he pulled her to the dragon couch and sent her father-in-law to get the medicine.

Jun's pettiness has not disappeared, and he doesn't want to deal with him. She was unhappy with the table and chairs, obviously because he had violated her private space. How can this product be pushed so cleanly in a few words. The eloquence of the political dignitaries is really extraordinary, and she is really strange now, how can she see him as a vulnerable group with facial paralysis and weak language skills, this is clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Chun Yu Jinmo shook his head and smiled, and took her into his arms.

"Xiaoxiao, I just want to see you at a glance every time I look up. That will make my heart feel very steady. If you can't accept it, I'll order them to move back in. ”

Jun Xiaoxiao frowned slightly. She couldn't say how she felt about him right now. Obviously, they are already so close, but every time I look at him, I have a feeling of unreality, and my heart is never steady. The idea of leaving the palace has never been broken.

It is said that the emperor is affectionate, and she thinks that she can go simply and decisively, so she is the one who is more cold. How to put it, maybe this is the insurmountable sense of distance. He was a king on high, and she was an ordinary woman who was nothing. Whether she is pretentious or insecure, in short, she feels that she will not stay in this palace for the rest of her life, even if she loves him, she will not restrain her free heart for love.

However, it did not bode well for her to begin to covet his warmth in her heart, and she felt that she should leave before she was completely fallen.

The days with Chun Yu Jinmo are actually very warm. may be the long-term role of the emperor, which makes him calm and introverted, and his mind is also delicate and abnormal. Often with a glance from her, he knows what she wants to do, or what she wants.

For Jun Xiaoxiao, Chun Yu Jinmo can be described as conniving. The rule that he never allowed concubines to be by his side when he was in the office was abolished. His habit of not liking desserts changed for her. He has maintained a paralyzed face for nearly ten years, and every time he sees her, he can't help but smile like a second child.

He allowed her to play with the song as a hydrangea, allowed her to sleep with his dragon robe, and left a large puddle of saliva on it. Allow her to sit in front of him and mess up his desk, coquettish to prevent him from working, allow her to pinch his face and complain that life in the deep palace is too boring...... It seems that every qiē is the same as before, going up and down every day, reviewing the chapters, and listening to the group of old ministers complaining and complaining, the difference is only the extra warmth around them. Always by your side, all the time. This feeling actually made him willing to sink.