The emperor fled like this, and even Bao Xing couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

He laughed for a while, and saw Mama Qi looking at him, busy with a straight face, and stood up straight. Then he put the cotton ball stuffed in his ear and tightened it again.

Mama Qi shook her head and muttered to herself: "Today's minions are getting worse and worse. ”

After speaking, she took two small strips of cloth from the sewing basket, kneaded them into a ball, stuffed them into her ears, looked at the bedroom where King Qin was a little sorry, and then continued to bask in the sun and do needlework with peace of mind.

So, in this world, only the man lying on the bed was forced to accept Yun Dai's piano sound.

After playing the song intermittently, Yun Dai withdrew her hand and boasted: "It's really good." ”

It's a pity that there was no audience and no applause.

Yun Dai suddenly understood some of those artists who like the stage and can't do without the stage.

What a lonely feeling it feels when you have something you are proud of, but you can't get the praise of everyone.

……

Bao Xing was guarding the door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the queen mother standing up, and couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief, took out the cotton ball in his ear, and then ran in diligently, and said, "Niangniang rests, and the slave moves the piano away." ”

Yun Dai took a sip of tea from the teacup, looked inside through the screen.

The screen is made of jade, and you can only see what is going on inside.

She drank tea for a while and asked Bao Xing to refill the water.

After Bao Xing went out, she stood up and walked around the house, and finally bypassed the screen and came to King Qin's bed.

King Qin slept peacefully, his hair was scattered, and his long black hair was scattered under him, making him, who was usually cold and serious, look much younger and gentler.

Yun Dai remembered that King Qin was six years older than Zhao Yuanjing, and now that Zhao Yuanjing was twenty-five, then King Qin was thirty-one.

Even Yan'er is seven years old.

Counting the time, it is also the seventh year that she has been here.

Yun Dai squatted on the side of the bed, propped up her chin, and looked at King Qin's face.

Smooth and fair skin, long eyelashes, straight nose, thin lip line.

On the front, he is a handsome guy, and his side face is invincible.

is clearly a mature version of Zhao Yuanjing.

Yun Dai stared at it for a long time and muttered, "When did you wake up?" I've slept for half a year, haven't you slept enough? It's a waste of time for a person like you to lie like this. ”

"Do you know that after Jiuli learned that Ji Wenyuan and Zhuang Yunshu had a miscarriage, he ignited his hatred for Da Zhou, raged in Saibei, and killed tens of thousands of people. You can't do it without a war. ”

"It's not good not to clean up the Jiuli tribe, but it's not good to fight."

"What do you think?"

Yun Dai muttered to herself for a long time, watching the other party always sleep quietly and deeply, and couldn't help sighing.

She thought of King Qin's majestic appearance wearing battle armor and sitting on horseback, and then looked at the man lying on the bed who was quiet and gentle but a little pale, and her heart felt very uncomfortable.

King Qin shouldn't be like this.

She hesitated, stretched out her fingers, and carefully touched King Qin's cheek.

It's lukewarm.

There are no injuries anywhere, they are all fine, why can't I wake up?

Even Ji Tangtang, who is the patriarch of Jiuli, has no choice.

Yun Dai thought for a while, took out the jade pendant amulet from her purse, put it on him, and said, "This is the amulet you gave me, and I will give it to you again, I hope this amulet can bless you to wake up as soon as possible." ”