51. Warmth

At night, the crickets chirped in a low voice, and it was extremely loud in the silent palace.

At this time, there were countless lights in the library pavilion, forming a huge light source.

In the pavilion, a small shadow was lying on the sandalwood table, fiddling with his tender little hands, raising his head from time to time and looking to the side.

'Whoop' was another sound of turning pages.

Mu Xiaomeow wrinkled her little nose, stared at her big round eyes with great dissatisfaction, and looked at the young man in front of her who was constantly flipping through the books, and a wave of sleepiness came up and forcibly suppressed.

Why don't you see that he is lively on weekdays, this guy is so well-read? didn't sleep in the middle of the night, dragging her to count mosquitoes with him?

Outside the house, there was a faint sound of gongs, no more, no less, three strikes.

Mu Xiaomeow sniffed hard, three watches!

Bei Mingyi's action of flipping through the book couldn't help but pause, and then he reacted, he was not alone in the library tonight. The dull echo of Fang Cai's voice in his ears just now, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

I actually threw Mu Xiaomeow aside and read the book by myself until the third watch?!

Subconsciously looked at where Mu Xiaomeow was, and what smashed into his eyes was Mu Xiaomeow's sad expression, and he suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

put down the book he had been reading for a long time, stood up and stepped forward to hug Mu Xiaomeow carefully.

"Sleepy?" A deep voice sounded in the library pavilion, and Mu Xiaomeow, who had been harassed by sleepy insects for a long time, suddenly came to her senses. The eyes that were originally godless were overflowing with brilliance in an instant.

"Brother Yi, why has he been reading books?" It seems that he didn't expect Mu Xiaomeow to suddenly ask this, and Bei Mingyi's body stiffened slightly.

He was relieved in an instant, and said seriously: "In order to learn this way of governing the country." Thinking that Mu Xiaomeow was just a child, he replied unabashedly.

Mu Xiaomeow tilted her head and asked innocently: "But isn't the way to govern the country the emperor needs to know the way?" The childish voice carried a little demagogic intent.

"Because my mother wants me to be the overlord of the world." Although Bei Mingyi is a prince, after all, he is not very old, so he naturally has few scruples about this language.

"Then does Brother Yi like the overlord of the world?" Mu Xiaomeow's voice became smaller and smaller, and her little hand tightly tugged at Bei Mingyi's robe, and her small body shrunk.

Bei Mingyi was dumbfounded, and only said softly after a moment: "Of course I don't like it, because if that's the case, I will have to kill each other, how can I like it." Wrapped his arms around Mu Xiaomeow's and tightened it a little.

"That'...... Don't be reluctant......" Mu Xiaomeow's consciousness was engulfed by heavy sleepiness, and there was only a slight murmur left at the end.

Bei Mingyi quietly looked at Mu Xiaomeow's sweet sleeping face, and her thin lips moved slightly.

Good.