treats this hair more attentively than Ding Bao.

Trace by wisp, the man is patient, his movements are gentle, and he is not in a hurry.

Ding Bao raised his hand and held it on the bridge of his nose, and finally waited until Cen Yao was satisfied to clean up her hair, and the sky outside the window was already gray.

Ding Bao had never stayed up such a long night in his life.

She used to sleep better in the garbage heap than she did tonight.

She was very sleepy, leaning back in a daze, and she didn't know what was behind her, but it was warm and strong.

"Ding Bao?"

Cen Yao was calling her name.

Ding Bao nodded and responded casually.

"Po."

Another low call, this time, Ding Bao did not react.

Cen Yao lowered his eyes and saw that the woman had closed her eyes, her breathing was gradually heavy and even, her long hair was scattered and falling all over her body, her soft body was leaning on her arms, and one hand was gently on his arm.

"Po ......"

The man muttered in a low voice, with a bit of softness in his low and clear voice.

The woman is indeed a delicate in the palm of her hand, a treasure in the palm of her hand, and it is not wrong to shout like this.

He picked up Ding Bao and gently put him on the bed, and he also lay down sideways, the tip of his nose was full of familiar fragrance.

Cen Yao slept peacefully this night, so that when he opened his eyes the next day and looked at the pink gauze curtain above his head, his eyes were bright, and he was a little stunned.

He fell asleep.

I slept soundly.

Ding Bao hadn't woken up yet, facing the wall, sleeping slender shoulders together.

Cen Yao got up, and the maid outside the door had already prepared the water for washing and was ready to push the door in.

"Niangniang is still sleeping, come back in an hour."

"Girl with sleeves, how are you doing? Niangniang has always remembered you, and she still talked about you yesterday. ”

As soon as the maid finished speaking, Cen Yao raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly, turned around and said.

"It's going to take a few days."

Now that the court is chaotic and people's hearts are unstable, Cen Yao naturally has no time to stay by Ding Bao's side all the time.

Only by killing Jiang Chong can he be regarded as holding the country firmly in his hands, and he must not take it lightly now.

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On the way to the council hall, Ding Yun'er walked forward slowly, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand.

Hearing a messy and heavy footsteps behind him, Ding Yun'er paused, followed without hesitation to the grass beside him, hung his head, and quietly waited for the group of people behind him to pass.

After a while, the footsteps disappeared, and Ding Yun'er raised her eyes to look ahead.

In the crowd, only one man's back was the most conspicuous, with a black and gold robe, a tall and sturdy figure, long hair tied up high, and the jade-colored crown was a little cold.

When walking, the figure is also as tall and majestic as a green pine, and the officials behind him follow in unison, and the comparison between the two shows the majesty and nobility of the man.

She had just secretly raised her eyes to take a look.

Cen Yao actually looks like this.

With a fair complexion, a high nose, deep eyebrows and eyes, thin lips, and a royal prince with a superb temperament, his appearance should be excellent.

If it weren't for someone next to him calling him Lord Overseer, Ding Yun'er would never have imagined that person was Cen Yao.

Five years ago, he went south to the central capital and posted notices throughout the city in a high-profile manner to find people.

At that time, she was a deep lady, and the maidservant girl next to her showed her a notice, Ding Yun'er saw the content on it, and vaguely remembered that she had indeed helped a little beggar when she was a child.

When I saw him pitiful, he lay there dying.