His sleep has always been shallow, not to mention the sound, even if there is a slight wind and grass, he can wake up as soon as possible. In the dark night, he pricked up his ears, listened for a while without moving, and turned his eyes to Yan Ying faintly.

The girl didn't know what to dream of, but she was still chirping, and she was still dripping, and spit a small bubble in her mouth from time to time.

Damn, Nangong Han actually stretched out his finger and secretly popped the little bubble, and he was confused again.

When he came to his senses, he wiped his fingers with the quilt.

Is it fragrant today? Nangong Han had to comfort himself like this.

He was bored, he only heard his heartbeat, and looked at the sky outside, if he was in the palace, he was afraid that he would also get up to practice swords.

Kung fu can't be spent, how can there be so many geniuses, all the great achievements are not piled up by sweat.

Even if he is the god of war of the Apocalypse Kingdom, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Smell the chicken and dance, and never leave your fist, day after day.

Nangong Han was a little strange that he didn't even seem to have a dream last night, and when he slept until this hour, there was some surprise on his face.

On this day in previous years, he always had nightmares, the fire burned the entire cold palace, and too many things were burned. Nangong Han couldn't help but glance at Yan Ying again, and roared in a low voice: "Zhuge Qing." "It's a bit of a gnashing of teeth.

A gust of food wind blew through the cracks in the window lattice, and Nangong Han, who was originally a little manic, slowly calmed down.

He picked up the quilt corner and wiped Yan Ying's saliva in disgust, and threw the quilt far away in disgust.

When he first remembered, Yan Ying turned around, and the whole person hung firmly on his body.

Stretched out his hand and accurately pressed on Nangong Han's position in the morning 、、、 erection.

If it weren't for the faint point he gave himself, Nangong Han would definitely be furious and accuse Yan Ying of being unruly.

Nangong Han lay straight and straight, no, that thing didn't seem to want to sleep, and he was even a little itchy.

He wanted to get up, but Yan Ying was so pressed that he couldn't move: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't practice martial arts for a day,

Anyway, today is also Mu Xiu, so I don't need to go to court, so I just sleep for a while.

Thinking of this, Nangong Han forced himself to close his eyes and continue to sleep, but once this person woke up, it was more difficult to fall asleep, especially for a person as self-disciplined as him.

The tall tent, in particular, made him at a loss.

He looked at Yan Ying with his eyes open, in fact, he really didn't have anything to look at, he was beautiful, tsk, he didn't use the word beauty at all.

At best, he has a nose and eyes, and his facial features are quite comprehensive, but Nangong Han suddenly remembered what his imperial grandmother said: "People, as long as the eyes are eyes, and the nose is the nose, you are a lovely person." ”

According to the emperor's grandmother, this Yan Ying is also a lovely person?

I don't know why, thinking that these Nangong Han actually have a shallow smile, this girl is also remarkable, at least her medical skills are good.

The cooking skills are also good.

It's not impossible to be a concubine in the backyard.

She really doesn't look like her mother at all, whether it's personality, appearance, talent, or even that nobility, which thing is like her mother? Her mother is really the flower of Kaolin, and even the distant view caused an uproar back then.

A portrait of her mother still hangs there.

Even if it were, would that person let her go after many years? Nangong Han glanced at Yan Ying with some sympathy, as if he was looking at a dead man.

She died young at the age of thirteen, and she deserves sympathy, so why don't you help her with the good cooking?

Nangong Han fell into deep contemplation.

In a daze, he also fell asleep.

Ziyue woke up in the morning, fetched water in a daze, pushed the door in and asked her young lady to get up.

Yan Ying, who was asleep, heard the sound of Ziyue entering the door, and suddenly dizzy, how did she sleep like a dead pig last night.

When there is a foreign man by his side, he actually dreamed of a hundred family banquets, and the one who ate was happy.

It's just too big.

Yan Ying, who was nervous, clenched her fists and found that she had grasped something, hard, looked down, and instantly let go of her hand.

Blushing to the root of his ears, he stumbled and explained: "This time it really wasn't intentional. ”

Yan Ying, who looked nervous, looked at Nangong Han, who had already opened her eyes but was still looking at her calmly.

Yan Ying gestured, pointing her finger at the window, ceiling, roof, and under the bed.

The meaning couldn't be clearer, cute and handsome prince, you can always hide from the roof, the window, or hide under the bed first.

If we were alone in bed, we wouldn't be able to tell it clearly.

The place I just put in my hand really didn't mean it.,You don't remember the villain.。

Nangong Han looked at Yan Ying, who was already wiping her sweat, still unmoved, lying upright on the bed.

Yan Ying saw that Leng Yue was about to come to lift the curtain, so she hurriedly got out of bed by herself.

Immediately turned around and pulled the curtain neatly, and his whole body blocked the middle of the curtain without moving.

Ziyue stared at her young lady curiously, and said with a puzzled expression: "Miss, why did you take the initiative to get up today?"

On weekdays, the slaves and maids have to plead again and again, coercion and temptation, Miss, you just get up slowly, Miss is diligent today. ”

Yan Ying stroked her hair and said calmly: "I'm cultivating a good habit of getting up, go to bed early and get up early, and I'm in good health." ”

Ziyue looked at Yan Ying, who was standing motionless in the middle of the bed curtain, and had no choice but to whisper: "Miss wipe your face first, the slave maid will make the bed, and then dress you and comb your hair, okay?" ”

"Don't, Purple Moon." Yan Ying panicked and stopped on the edge of the mosquito net.

And stretched out his hand to stop Ziyue from lifting the curtain, and said with a pleading face: "Ziyue, no matter what you see in a while, don't think about it.

It's not as unrestrained as you think, you have to think more and more implicitly, who is your young lady, you should know it in your heart. ”

Ziyue looked at Yan Ying, whose tongue was knotted, and asked with some concern, "Miss, are you dreaming, you are talking nonsense." ”

As he spoke, he put his hand under Yan Ying's forehead, feeling that his young lady did not have any fever symptoms, so he went to make the bed with confidence.

The moment Ziyue opened the mosquito net, Yan Ying's heart was in her throat, how to explain to Ziyue, it was not what she thought.

She's not so bold! No.

She was forced to be helpless.

She has no face to see Jiangdong's father old.

"Miss, you are sleeping neatly in bed today, and usually, the quilt doesn't know where to kick you.

But it's also strange to say that in the past, the young lady only slept in a little place, and it was also neat and tidy, without any wrinkles.

Since the young lady fell into the water, she has not slept steadily, and she has slept in any strange posture, which is refreshing today. ”

Thinking that Miss made a mess of the bed because she fell into the water, Ziyue was distressed again, and secretly vowed to take good care of Miss.

Yan Ying listened to Ziyue's words, peeked at no one on the bed, no one under the bed, Nangong Han ran fast, causing her to have a false alarm.

When Ziyue was making the bed, she saw a Huang Fei pendant, and picked it up and took a look: "Miss, I don't remember that you have such a valuable jade pendant, and it doesn't look like a woman's jewelry." ”

Ziyue looked puzzled.