When Ah Zhao woke up, it didn't seem to be bright yet, and there was still a broken candle left on the table, illuminating the whole room.

She slept well, but her head was still groggy.

With a small yawn, she realized that there was a person sleeping next to her, with an arm around her waist.

It's Huo Jun.

How did he go to bed yesterday, and how did he sleep next to him. Ah Zhao was not impressed at all.

She thought for a moment, carefully moved her body up a little, and looked up at him.

It was just a glimpse before, but this time, Ah Zhao really took a closer look at this famous handsome man in Pingjing.

The man's appearance is undoubtedly very good, his facial features are sharp and deep, and the straight nose bridge is like a master's hand-carving, no more, no less than a point.

The lips are a little thin.

Ah Zhao forgot which world he saw when he flipped through the book, saying that people with such thin lips are often very affectionate.

She looked at it carefully, and muttered softly: "Why are such good-looking people afraid of you......"

The hand around his waist suddenly became heavy.

Ah Zhao was startled and looked over, but it happened that the man didn't open his eyes at all.

"It's still early, go back to sleep." A faint voice sounded.

The hand was also raised, wrapping Ah Zhao in the crook of his arm, and the two leaned on each other intimately, just like all the young couples in this world who were deeply affectionate.

Ah Zhao leaned on the man's chest, felt the heat transmitted from the other party's body, and gradually felt a deep tiredness, closed his eyes, and his breathing slowly became longer.

After Ah Zhao fell asleep, Huo Jun opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and refreshed, and he could see a little sleepiness.

He tilted his head slightly, staring at her quietly without disturbing Ah Zhao.

For a long time, in the dimly lit room, I seemed to hear someone chuckling.

Outside the bed tent, candle tears slowly dripped and burned until the sky was bright.

When Ah Zhao woke up again, it was already bright outside.

The side has long lost its temperature, and I don't know how long the people around me have been gone.

She moved, only to feel that her body was so sore and weak that she couldn't do it, Ah Zhao knew in his heart that this was probably the sequelae left by the sweat medicine.

She sat up from the bed, a sudden pain in both sides of her temples.

The maid who was guarding outside heard the movement and hurriedly lifted the bed tent.

"Madame is awake? But do you need to wash up? ”

Ah Zhao nodded.

The maid cleaned her face, applied grease, and pulled her hair in a bun.

Someone brought a good breakfast into the house.

The handsome asked the slave to talk to his wife, he had some things to do, and he would be wronged to use his wife alone for breakfast. At noon, the marshal will come back to dine with his wife. ”

Ah Zhao nodded.

She looked at the plates on the table, large and small, from the south to the north, and it was obvious that the kitchen had put a lot of thought into it.

She liked a crystal bun very much, ate three in a row, and drank half a bowl of porridge.

This body is not very good in terms of spleen and stomach, and after eating these, Ah Zhao is a little supportive.

She could only stare at the things on the table, and was extremely reluctant to let people go down.

The maid who asked Ah Zhao to get up before, and now the maid who is serving her for dinner is called Luzhu, and when she saw Ah Zhao's appearance, she couldn't help but smile while being surprised.

She only knew that Mrs. Dashuai was the daughter of a rich family, but she didn't expect that she would be such an innocent character.

Looking at this appearance, what the lady thought in her heart was written on her face.