Late at night, Ziqian chatted with Tilt about a match, until it was time to sleep, Ziqian thought about it and got up to let people prepare the lamp.

"Where is Your Majesty?" Pour to ask knowingly.

"I also know what the queen is going to say, it's not early, the queen should rest early." Ziqian said, waiting for someone to put on his cloak, but he didn't dare to look at the tilting eyes.

He didn't keep it, he just looked coldly at the back of Ziqian leaving.

……

"Imperial ......" Hui'er didn't expect that Ziqian would come so late at night, so she knelt down in a hurry, but Ziqian told her to be quieter with her eyes.

"Did you sleep?" Ziqian opened his mouth gently, and there was still a faint light in the room.

"Your Majesty just left, and the mother fell asleep, and the slaves in the room were afraid that the weather would be cold and freeze the mother." Hui'er replied in a whisper, but she was thinking about it in her heart.

"Isn't that a lack of food?" Ziqian untied the cloak on his body and handed it to Hui'er, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Nope." Hui'er took it and answered truthfully.

Ziqian's face sank for a moment, and he instantly dyed a strange smile, put it away, and said softly: "Tell me to go down and get some white porridge." ”

"Yes." Hearing this, Hui'er turned around and nodded to the palace maid behind her.

Ziqian gently pushed open the door, the room was very warm, and the person on the couch fell asleep with his back to him, motionless.

Ziqian warmed his hands, and then went to the bed and gently hugged the person in front of him from behind, "Qingge? ”

"Your Majesty didn't go to the Queen's place, why did you come back again?" Qingge still didn't turn around, and said in a calm voice.

"When did I say I wouldn't come back?" Ziqian's face arched over her neck, and his hand went up, touching her slightly moist cheeks.

"Crying?"

"Nope."

In the face of denial, Ziqian just hugged the person from his arms hard, and said: "If I say that I am a little happy, will Qingge think that I am bad?" ”

The man in his arms did not reply.

Ziqian was still talking to himself, and his mouth was hooked up with a range, "You will cry, you will be angry, for me, you care about my performance, you are always too bland, I always can't see your emotions, it should be said that you care about my emotions." ”

Qingge didn't speak, just thinking that Jin Mu seemed to have said the same thing to her, could it be that she was really too cold?

"But that's fine, I'm the only one who can feel what you're thinking." Ziqian laughed and hugged the person in his arms harder.

The person in his arms struggled for a while, he hurriedly let go, Qingge slowly turned around, his eyes were red, and he said a little stubbornly: "Qingge is just a little cold." ”

"Hmm." Ziqian stretched out his hand and tightened the person in his arms.

Seeing this, Qingge couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, causing Ziqian to kiss her on the lips, and it took a long time before letting go.

"I asked people to make white porridge, eat some and sleep." Ziqian looked at her, and his words were still gentle.

"Why are you so good at Qingge?" Qingge also stretched out his hand to hug the person in front of him, tears rippling.

"Because it's you." Ziqian smiled.

Suddenly, his lips were blocked, and in front of him was Qingge's enlarged face.

……

"Sister Hui, what are you waiting for?" Liu Er didn't know why Hui'er was standing outside the door, but she was still standing by the palace maid with white porridge, and she didn't report it, but asked in a low voice.

When Hui'er heard this, her cheeks instantly turned red, and she said ashamedly and angrily: "You go and report." After saying that, he regretted it, the nerd was really possible, and said again: "If you don't want to die, just wait for someone to call inside to report." ”