Ye Mohan's dark eyes looked at Xiao Yueyao fixedly, recalling what Xiao Yueyao had just said.

If you say this, let others hear it.

People who don't know still think that he is what happened to her.

Xiao Yueyao was furious when Ye Mohan saw it.

Fortunately, the Imperial Doctor happened to come over.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Xiao."

After seeing the ceremony, the imperial doctor looked at Ye Mohan's face and walked directly towards Xiao Yueyao.

His Majesty was by his side, and the Imperial Doctor did not dare to delay.

After a closer look.

A bottle of medicinal wine was left behind.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Xiao is fine, she just needs to use medicinal wine to rub and ......"

"Ouch, this palace has low back pain......"

Xiao Yueyao chirped.

Ye Mo Han frowned when he heard this, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at the imperial doctor.

Is this a big deal?

Isn't it time for the doctor of this hospital to wash blood?

The Imperial Physician stiffened and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

before continuing.

"But this back injury, if you don't take care of it well, it will inevitably fall into some small problems, so you still have to be careful."

"Hmm."

After working hard for such a while, the imperial doctor's back was soaked, and as soon as he heard the sound of Ye Mohan, he immediately retreated.

"Your Majesty, Weichen retires."

Immediately, the soles of his feet slipped away like oil.

In the hall, only Xiao Yueyao and Ye Mohan were left again.

Yemo looked at Xiao Yueyao coldly.

Xiao Yueyao smiled, her heart was too weak.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the waist of the concubine cannot be punished for copying for the time being."

Yemo smiled coldly and got up: "It hurts my waist, but I don't hurt my hands."

Xiao Yueyao's little face collapsed, and she was suddenly aggrieved.

Your Majesty, do you see that you are talking about people?

"Li Huan ......"

Li Huan hurriedly rushed in from outside the hall.

"Your Majesty......"

"I'm getting a chair next to me."

Gonggong Li glanced at Xiao Yueyao's direction, and then retreated, not daring to delay.

After a while, the chair was brought in.

It is placed next to His Majesty's chair.

Father-in-law Li was considerate, and by the way, he prepared paper and pen for Xiao Yueyao.

Ye Mohan took his hand and walked towards the table, but when he passed by Xiao Yueyao, he saw that Xiao Yueyao was soft and still sitting on the chair, without the slightest intention of moving.

Ye Mohan's footsteps stopped, and he looked sideways.

Xiao Yueyao was frightened by Ye Mo's cold eyes.

Ye Mohan's figure was slender and straight, and when he stood there, he suddenly gave people a strong sense of oppression.

“？”

Xiao Yueyao met Ye Mohan's cold eyes for no reason, and said pitifully while holding her waist.

"Your Majesty, the concubine's waist is really painful, or the concubine will be exempted from today's punishment for copying, and the concubine will send the content of the copy tomorrow."

Ye Mohan was motionless, moody and unclear.

Xiao Yueyao obediently softened, reached out and carefully pulled the corner of Ye Mohan's sleeve.

"Your Majesty, the concubine really can't walk, the concubine ......"

Xiao Yueyao hadn't finished speaking.

The person who had been standing straight just now suddenly bent down and pressed down.

Xiao Yueyao held her breath nervously.

Ye Mohan propped up the handle of the chair and circled Xiao Yueyao in the chair.

He looked at the little face that was close at hand.

Dingding looked at it for a while, looking at Xiao Yueyao's slightly frightened eyes.

His eyes were slightly dark, he sighed helplessly, and his slightly cool long fingers picked up the girl's chin, rubbed gently, lowered his voice and coaxed: "Be good, accompany me."

Xiao Yueyao's resistant eyes instantly softened.

My heart softened.

Ye Mohan was keenly aware of the subtle changes in the girl's mood, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with an inexplicable smile.

This eats soft and not hard temperament.

He had to coax him.

Before Xiao Yueyao could figure out whether to stay.

Ye Mohan directly beat the person sideways and hugged him up.

Xiao Yueyao exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly grabbed Ye Mohan's collar: "Your Majesty ......"

Ye Mohan walked steadily, took a few steps, and put the person firmly in the chair.

At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and sat down on the side.

He dipped the pen in ink and handed it over with a cold face.

Xiao Yueyao looked at the brush handed to her, followed the tip of the pen, and slowly moved her gaze.

looked at Ye Mohan's cold and ruthless handsome face, and finally came back to his senses.

Damn, the night ink is cold.

I have learned to use beauty to deceive people.

She was so spineless that she struggled with his demonic path without half a point.

Xiao Yueyao thought left and right, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and it was useless.

I could only take the brush in Ye Mohan's hand, hold a piece of white paper, and begin to put down the pen slowly.

Ye Mohan picked up the recital on the side and began to read it quietly.

It didn't take long for the woman next to her to start humming and chirping, restless.

Ye Mohan frowned and looked over.

I saw that Xiao Yueyao was lying on her chin, holding a brush and writing two words on the paper crookedly, while the other hand was on her waist.

Xiao Yueyao looked at the scriptures in front of her, writing and reading.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color......"

Her waist was still slightly sore.

Ye Mohan took in all this, and placed the cushion on his chair behind Xiao Yueyao as if he were casually.

Then he set his eyes on the fold.

But her mind is still on Xiao Yueyao.

He peeked until Xiao Yueyao leaned on the cushion behind her and snorted comfortably.

Only then did he retract his gaze, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that he didn't even notice.

Xiao Yueyao finally finished copying the Heart Sutra, took a blank piece of paper again, and started to copy it again.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color...... Foolish words! ”

Xiao Yueyao read and read, and suddenly threw the pen in her hand and scolded.

Xiao Yueyao turned her eyes and looked at Yemo's cold and hard side face, almost ignoring her.

Xiao Yueyao could only bite the bullet and continue to speak.

"Your Majesty, look, this color is empty, empty is color, it can be said that it is a matter of monks abstaining from sex, but the concubine is to serve Your Majesty, and she will have to give birth to children for Your Majesty in the future, and this color naturally cannot be empty."

Crooked reasoning, just open your mouth and come.

Ye Mohan frowned and looked over.

I saw that Xiao Yueyao continued with a smile: "Your Majesty, the ancients said it well, and it is also good to eat and color, this thing that men and women are happy about, it is the best thing that you love me."

"Thirty times."

When Xiao Yueyao heard this, her pupils widened, "The concubine didn't mean this......"

"Forty."

Xiao Yueyao opened her mouth slightly, and said busily: "Your Majesty, if the concubine doesn't say it, the concubine doesn't say it, and the concubine can't write it obediently!"

Xiao Yueyao took the brush and continued to copy.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Ye Mohan was reviewing the recital, when he suddenly heard the sound of shallow breathing beside him, and he was about to put down his pen.

Turn your head to look over.

I saw a small face with pink in white.

Xiao Yueyao was still holding a brush in her hand, her little face was completely crooked, and her small mouth was slightly open.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but the liquid flowing from her little mouth had already wet the white paper underneath.