He suddenly wanted to scold those palace people, why did he let her go in the cold wind in such weather.

Forgotten memories now haunt me like a nightmare.

"Allure has no mother since she was a child, and I am reluctant to marry her," Lord Shangshu's calm voice brought reluctance and trembling that he had never heard before, "Although these words are arrogant, I still hope that His Highness can listen to one or two." She has been lonely since she was a child, and I didn't take good care of her as an official in the court. This child was born frail, and now it is in the hands of His Highness, and I hope that His Highness's love will protect him......"

I can't remember exactly how he did it at that time......

But you don't need to dig deep to think that he is eager to marry, so naturally he agrees to everything.

The sour choking in his throat made Chang Ruosheng at a loss for a while. The strange feeling diluted all the resentment.

He keenly saw that An Yang's palm was gently lifted and pressed against his abdomen. An already pale little face, with tightly wrinkled facial features.

His heart also rose with her movements, and his breathing was stagnant, and he didn't dare to move.

He was afraid that his appearance would make this person's face appear frightened and frightened again.

I don't know how long it was, but the people sitting in the courtyard fell asleep.

Chang Ruosheng's legs and feet were already stiff, so he dared to move.

Yang Desheng had been by his side, and when he saw that he was leaving, he was just about to follow, but he was stopped by a gesture.

Seeing Chang Ruosheng brave the light rain and enter the middle palace, Yang Desheng didn't know what he should do to react at this moment.

However, in the next second, Yang Desheng stretched his neck, almost thinking that he was dazzled.

He had lived for so long, and strange things were not uncommon, but it was the first time that he had seen on the faces of their majesty what they called heartache and pity.

"Last night, it was me who ......" came to his mouth, but finally choked in his throat.

Chang Ruosheng let out a long sigh, as if holding a rare treasure, and carefully hugged the sleeping An Yang.

[System: Hey, I'm getting goosebumps.] Does he have the same brains as the male protagonist? Why did you suddenly become this ghost? 】

[Anyang: Shut up, don't affect my performance. 】

[System: Tsk, after a day of acting, you are not too tired. 】

Carefully placing the person on the soft futon, Chang Ruosheng breathed a sigh of relief. It's a short distance, but it seems to have taken him countless energy.

Looking at the frowning eyebrows tightly in his sleep. He raised his hand, trying to soothe the sorrow.

But the finger stopped in mid-air, and finally with a sigh, it slowly fell.

"No, don't ......"

Bringing a choked sound, spat out from the pale chunk.

Chang Ruosheng was shocked by this voice and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he had woken up Yuan Chengcheng.

stood stunned next to him for a long time, and found that An Chengcheng was just a murmur in his sleep, so he cautiously retreated.

The palace that was originally cold was decorated with a hot basin not long after he left.

As the palace people quietly lowered the bed curtain, An Yang opened his eyes.

[System: Host, you told me earlier that he wouldn't be coming.] 】

In the face of doubts, An Yang nodded thoughtfully, [I thought it would take a few days for him to come back to his senses after eating flying vinegar, but now he still has a little brain. 】

[System: But the host, the original Yuan Chengcheng had nothing to do with Feng Zhaoyuan, and they were all clicked on trumped-up charges. You're meeting here in the open, why are you okay? 】