The housekeeper of the palace arranged for the two of them to retire to an elegant room.

An ambiguous orange glow illuminates the guest rooms.

In fact, it is not everyone who helps Aotian.

He is a character judge.

I have long heard that Su Jinmo and the Su family have different human natures, he is strong, righteous, kind, and can be literate and martial, hard-working, and is a good hand on the battlefield, and he will never be worse than General Su in the future.

If a well-known man doesn't pamper the woman he loves, then what kind of man is he?

Moreover, he is also selfish.

Anyway, his little Yushu is also Su Jinmo's half-sister, and he is more relieved to have such a brother as her maiden family in the future.

Su Peiyun wiped his little face full of tears, and looked at the thin window paper strongly, on which there were shadows cast by the big trees.

Her delicate and thin back made Su Jinmo look very distressed, and he couldn't help but step forward and hug her slender waist from behind: "Peiyun, let's talk." ”

"Brother...... Su Peiyun suddenly changed his title, called back the title she often called, and it was also the title she should call, and then forcibly broke his hand: "Please, don't force me anymore, I don't want to be with you, really, I only treat you as a brother, if you force me again, I will kill myself." ”

The word suicide is too heavy for Su Jinmo.

Su Peiyun's temperament is already chaste, if he forced her to be tight, she would definitely do such a thing.

Su Jinmo's lips trembled, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "Okay, okay, I won't force you, but I have the responsibility to guard you tonight, sleep, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the rattan chair." ”

After saying that, Su Jinmo walked towards the rattan chair with a sad face, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Su Peiyun looked back at him, even if he couldn't bear it, he would be so ruthless.

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It's boring to get back to Aotian.

He couldn't sleep anymore.

Pacing back and forth in the nine-curved corridor in front of the Qianqing Palace, I couldn't bear to disturb the good dream of that little thing.

Just as he wanted to go back to his dormitory to rest, his eyes fell on the imperial dining room, where the lights were still on.

He wondered.

Who is still cooking at such a late hour.

He walked over lightly, and the aunt in the dining room was killing chickens.

"What are you doing?" Li Aotian shouted angrily.

With such a roar, the frightened aunt in the dining room trembled, and even the chicken feathers fell to the ground: "Lord Wang, slave maid...... The slave is making soup. ”

"Who told you to do it?" Away from Aotian's cold questioning.

The aunt in the dining room said, "Yes...... It's the emperor. ”

"Your Majesty?" Li Aotian raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "The emperor is up?" ”

The aunt in the dining room swallowed her saliva and finished her words: "Back to the prince, the emperor didn't get up, but the emperor ordered the slave maid to boil chicken soup for the nine thousand years old to drink." ”

"What!" Li Aotian was angry: "The emperor asked you to make chicken soup for nine thousand years old?" ”

The aunt in the dining room nodded: "Yes, this chicken soup has to be boiled for a few hours before it can be tasted, so the slave maid boiled it in advance, so that the nine-thousand-year-old breakfast can be drunk, which is what the emperor has instructed." ”

A few days ago, Xiao Shushu couldn't coax the nine thousand years old to make him angry, so he had to come up with a way to tempt him with food.

Away from the fire of Aotian, well, he didn't say that he was so careful about himself when he was sick, and now he actually wants to make chicken soup for Chengya!

"Give me the chicken." Li Aotian looked at the hanging chicken and said.