After speaking, Yun Mumu took a satin pillow from the side of his head, hugged it and went to the beauty couch on the side.

Covered with the felt of the white fox fur and slept.

She married into the palace on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15.

It's been more than three months.

Although he slept in the same room with Duan Yixi every day, he never slept in the same bed.

Every night, she will be on this beauty couch.

This will be more than three months.

Fortunately, the beauty couch used by the emperor is much more spacious than the big bed of ordinary people, and it is also comfortable to sleep on.

Eight large gilded braziers were burned in the temple, and there were earth dragons on the ground, and thick felt hung on the windows and doors.

The indoor temperature is just right, and it is comfortable to sleep.

She stuffed homemade cotton earplugs in both of her ears.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in the sound of the man's scolding.

It wasn't until the man was tired of scolding that peace was restored in the temple.

It was as if time had stood still.

The man was just tired of scolding, but he didn't feel sleepy yet, and he lay in this damn bed all day long, either taking medicine or sleeping.

Such days have worn out almost all his will.

I wish this nightmare would ever end.

He didn't want to lie here like a decaying tree until he became a skeleton.

He held his breath and tried to move his covered hands and feet.

But what disappointed him was that he still didn't react at all, just like before.

It's been a year, and he's been lying on the couch for a year, and he can't recognize the fact that he's really paralyzed.

Despair is like an abyss, like a bottomless black hole, which gradually submerges him in large and slow life, and makes him miserable.

Duan Yixi gritted his teeth, and his eyes showed a gloomy color.

"Your Majesty, can't you sleep?"

Suddenly, the soft voice of Yunmu Mu sounded on one side.

Tiger jumped, and he turned his only moving head to glare at her.

Isn't she sleeping? When did you come over?

I was paralyzed, and my reaction was so paralyzed?

I don't even know when this woman will come to me.

The man glared at Yun Mumu fiercely, eager to stare her face out of a hole.

But the slightly reddened tails of his eyes, as well as the thin layer of mist hidden in his dark eyes, all betrayed him.

At this moment, his heart trembled.

Yun Mumu turned his head and looked out through the window stable.

After looking at it for a while, she turned her little face back again.

Holding his chin with both hands, he looked at the man on the bed with a pair of big misty eyes, "Your Majesty, can you tell the concubine, what are you thinking?" ”

Duan Yixi just stared at her, ignoring her, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were not frowning for a moment.

Yun Mumu noticed that this man, even in his sleep, his eyebrows were not stretched for a moment.

After staring for a moment, the man turned his head to the other side, not wanting to see her.

Yun Mumu was not angry, and continued to say to the back of his head: "The emperor doesn't want to say it, so it's better to let the concubines guess what the emperor is thinking at the moment." ”

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, obviously not wanting to deal with her.

Yun Mumu stood up and shook his head, originally looking at him sentimental, he kindly wanted to accompany him.

Since he doesn't appreciate it, forget it.

Help him tuck the quilt and get ready to go back to sleep.