Yan Hui lowered his head, followed by a group of people and waiting, silently waiting outside the house. She didn't move, and no one dared to risk death to urge the master in the house to get up.

The early spring in the imperial capital is always so warm and cold, and the sunlight is refracted through the new shoots of the trees in the courtyard, which obviously looks warm, but in fact it still carries the coldness of winter.

The hour is near.

She silently withdrew her gaze, thinking hesitantly. On the wedding night of the master, it is understandable if he gets up late, but he has to go to the Xuanyuan Hall early this morning to thank the emperor, and if he doesn't get up, he is afraid that he will delay the specified hour.

But after all, this is the East Palace, not the Du family, even if she is in a hurry, she can't move lightly, but she hopes that the master can wake up on his own as soon as possible, and he can go to Xuanyuan Hall to thank him.

However, the anxiety of the people outside the house did not affect the sleeping people in the house, or the people who pretended to be sleeping.

Du Yunjin was already awake, but he was a little stunned as soon as he opened his eyes. She clearly remembered that before fainting last night, she obviously fell to the ground, but this morning she was lying comfortably on the bed.

Could it be ......

She looked at the red wedding dress close at hand, and her eyes were full of hope and satisfaction. The teenager in her memory, she thought about it for nine years before she fulfilled her vow. If it weren't for the sound of the man's powerful heartbeat clearly sounding in the quiet room, she would still be like a dream.

A hint of joy flashed through her heart, and she carefully moved slowly towards the sound of her heartbeat. Even if she loses the woman's reserve, she wants to lean on the warm embrace of that person.

"Ayu, I'm finally back. Do you remember me? ”

muttered to himself in a low voice, and a trace of fluctuation flashed in Xiao Yu's ears. Ah Yu, no one has ever called him that, his deceased queen mother always loves to hold him in her arms, greet the early spring sun, gently pat his back, and call him "Yu'er." Today's queen mother also loves to call him Yu'er, but there are a lot of impurities in that title, which makes him feel colder the more he listens. And Du Yunjin's "Ah Yu" seems to have made him go back to the past, back to the years when his mother did not die of illness, full of sincere affection.

But......

Xiao Yu lowered his head slightly, looking at the head stuffed into his arms, he and her were not familiar with each other, how could he be so familiar with the title, besides, it was personally selected by the one in the Qiwu Palace, which had to make him have some other thoughts.

No one knows what the little Chen clan who loved him so much in front of people had in mind. If he hadn't heard her words by chance that year, perhaps he would have thought that her love for him was genuine, just like outsiders.

He still remembers that day clearly. He was greedy for snow on the way from school from Guanlan Palace, so that he contracted the wind cold, and the fever did not subside for several days, and Xiao Chen, who was a concubine at the time, was puzzled and took care of him at his bedside.

He remembered that day there was frost hanging on the branches outside the window, and he woke up groggily, feeling parched, and wanted to ask for some water, but he did not expect to hear a muffled conversation behind the screen.

"Why should the mother wait by his bedside in person, she can't afford to lose her body." He knew that this voice was Pan's, a nurse who had taken care of him since childhood.

"Niangniang, let's go back and rest, it's good to have slaves and maids to take care of here." This person is Tan Yuqiu, the palace maid who takes care of him.