When Ji Yuntong woke up, he had a feeling of being in a different world.

"Wait until I get back, okay?"

Pei Xun's voice echoed in her head like a surround Dolby sound effect, chasing from her dream to the dawn of the sky.

How did she answer?

Oh... She's、Very unproductive... By...... The pro fainted.

Ji Yuntong covered his face, and the whole person was in a state of lovelessness. They all say that drinking is wrong, and they don't deceive me.

How did things get to where they are now? Ji Yuntong thought about breaking her head, and she didn't remember what she did when she was dizzy and half-drunk and half-awake, so that she ......

Thinking of this, Ji Yuntong subconsciously bit his lip.

So, Pei Xun is... Like her? But he... Did you say it? But if you don't like yourself, why kiss yourself...... It's too unusual.

That... What about her? She...... Like Pei Xun?

Before this, Ji had never thought about this issue.

"Emperor, are you awake?" Qiao Sheng walked in lightly and put the copper basin in his hand on the side, "The slave maid is waiting for you to freshen up, and the decanting soup is also ready." ”

Ji Yuntong pulled his thoughts back, focused on the present, and asked as he got off the ground, "How did Bengong come back last night?" ”

Qiao Sheng snickered, "It was the little black boy who carried you back." ”

"He... What about people? ”

Qiao Sheng: "I left the house early in the morning. ”

Ji Yuanmo.

Pei Xun... It's not going to be like this, is it?

She was troubled, and she was a little listless when she went to breakfast.

However, when the meal was in the mouth, Ji Yuntong suddenly paused, "This porridge ......"

"Today's breakfast is all made by the little black boy."

Ji Yuntong didn't know what to say.

What does that mean... Inexplicably snatched his first kiss and made a breakfast and it was over?

Even if you say you don't have to say goodbye, you don't have to really ...... Or in this case!

Ji Yuntong suddenly slapped the spoon on the table with a "snap", "Don't eat it." ”

She stood up and left, "Don't let anyone disturb this palace today. ”

"......"

Before Qiao Sheng's words could be spoken, Ji Yuantong's figure had disappeared around the corner.

locked himself in the small study, Ji Yuntong laid out the rice paper, and his mind didn't know where he had gone.

She began to think back to the bits and pieces of getting along with Pei Xun.

Is it that he is usually too informal and makes Pei Xun have a delusion? Or did Pei Xun hear about the true love stories he talked about from others, thinking that he liked him, so he misunderstood, and opened a mouth?

With Pei Xun? Love? Even...... Ji Yuntong never thought about this possibility.

The tyrant in the original text is not close to women because of the experience of being humiliated in the Emperor's Mansion, but now that these plots have all been cut off by her, it is normal for Pei Xun to be curious about the relationship between men and women at this age.

Perhaps, he confuses the difference between emotion and love?

Not to mention, she doesn't want to be trapped in the harem in the future, and she may have to face the situation of competing for favor with a group of women... I can't accept it even if I think about it.

Ji Yuntong planted his head on the table and made a "clang" sound.

The feeling of things suddenly getting out of control made her irritated for no reason.

There was no one to share, no one to talk to, and no one to help her sort out her thoughts.

Some... Alone.

A pair of hands brushed it and gently cushioned it under Ji Yutong's forehead on the table.

Mao Dun Literature