The next day, the morning light was faint.

Nangong Yin, who is the king of a country, is indeed still holding his waist this time and going to the early dynasty.

It's just that the night before was because when he fell into the water, he was defenseless and flashed to his waist; Last night, when I was chased and beaten, I twisted my waist.

But all of this fell into the eyes of the unwitting palace people and ministers, but they all turned into incomparably fragrant imaginary pictures.

In the past, the current emperor has not been close to women for five consecutive years, but they have already lost half of their heads, and they are always worried that the emperor has something unspeakable about his body, or that even the doctors in the hospital are powerless for incurable diseases.

However, when Nangong Yin began to hold his waist to the court for two days in a row, the ministers in the court instantly felt that the hair that had half of their heads left was also facing the threat of collapse.

It can be said that Ye Qingzhou's actions last night really shocked the harem and the previous dynasty.

And Ye Qingzhou himself, for all this, still seems to have no idea, still on the soft collapse, sleeping lazily.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that she got up and washed under the service of the palace maid.

"You guys go out first." Ye Qingzhou, who had finished breakfast and lunch, raised his hand and retreated from a group of palace maids and eunuchs around him.

Then, she turned around and entered the empty warm pavilion, raised her hand and put down the bed tent, and opened the system search to find the material reserves of this plane.

In a short time, she marked five places.

When Nangong Yin got out of the morning court and came to the palace where Ye Qingzhou was, he saw her in a daze at a pile of pastries and fruits in front of her.

"It's really more charming than flowers." Nangong Yin sent a large bouquet of flowers that he had picked when he passed by the Imperial Garden just now to Ye Qingzhou, and couldn't help but praise.

"Then you choose one and help me make hairpins." Ye Qingzhou looked at the clusters of flowers in front of him, put some buds on the ground, and let the palace maid insert them into the vase on the side.

In this cold winter season, it can be regarded as adding a touch of scenery.

Nangong Yin chose a plum blossom and sent it to Ye Qingzhou's sideburns.

Aoxue Hongmei is dwarfed by the girl's black hair like ink and skin beating snow.

Nangong Yin's palm was warm, but there was still a little coolness outside the window on his fingertips, he brushed Ye Qingzhou's cheeks, and there was warmth in his eyes, "Qingzhou, you are even more beautiful than this plum blossom." ”

"If you like it, I will ask the little palace maids to help me dress up carefully every day in the future." Ye Qingzhou's warm hand held the slightly cool fingertips of those big hands, as if he wanted to use his own temperature to bring him warmth.

When Nangong Yin heard this, she was flattered, but she inexplicably felt a trace of worry.

"Don't be careful, how you are Qingzhou, I like everything." Nangong Yin gently dropped a kiss on the back of the girl's white hand, but quickly pulled out his fingertips, which were still a little cold.

"Whatever you want for lunch, I'll let the kitchenette prepare it later." When Nangong Yin raised her hand to help Ye Qingzhou pull the trimmed jacket of the snow fox fur on her body, she saw a map beside her.

There are five or six places on the picture that have been deliberately circled, and there are handwriting marked in small letters around it, which roughly means that there is something interesting or strange somewhere.

Such a thing, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, is just like a summary of a tourist route, but Nangong Yin clearly knows which of these things are of great use to Ye Qingzhou.

Nangong Yin's heart, which was full of joy a moment ago, fell to the bottom in an instant.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and nervously grabbed the corner of Ye Qingzhou's clothes, "Qingzhou, don't leave me again." ”