She looked up and glanced at Cangheng.

His eyes were tightly closed, and there was not the slightest sign of sobriety.

Could it be that she was crushing him?

She slowed down and withdrew her legs from top of him, resting only her head on his chest.

She tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek, and closed her eyes sleepily: "Good night, my little beauty." ”

Soon, the girl on her body was breathing evenly and fell asleep.

But Cangheng looked at the golden dragon curtain embroidered on the top of his head, and he couldn't sleep.

He lowered his eyes slowly, and his gaze gradually fell on Sang Yu, who was lying on his chest.

Her eyebrows were gently closed, her long eyelashes drooped, her mouth slightly open, and she was breathing evenly, and the air was filled with her smell.

It's hard to ignore everything.

Cangheng stiffened, raised his hand to carry her away, and didn't know how to do it for a while.

I didn't know that she was a woman before, and he could have no scruples.

But now ......

Finally, he sighed heavily, as if resigned to his fate, and let the girl lie in his arms.

I don't know why, Sang Yu felt that Cangheng's body was unusually warm last night, like a small stove, she didn't need to cover the quilt at all, the whole person was wrapped around him, and she slept very sweetly.

As a result, the next day Shangchao was late again.

When she sat on the dragon chair and looked at Xie Qian below with a smile, she only got a cold face.

Unexpectedly, Sang Yu did not come to the court today.

She turned her head and asked Wei Fangxu, "Why didn't the regent come?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the regent is sick, he has already been evacuated, this is his recital, you haven't seen it yet."

Thinking that he was half an hour late, Sang Yu's face hurt a little, but for now, he still had to care about what happened to Sang Yu.

She took the piece in Wei Fangxu's hand and saw that it was indeed sick leave, but it was just an ordinary wind chill.

Although it was not a serious illness, it was Sang Yu's turn to care about him.

"Uncle Huang is sick, I have to go and see it."

As soon as he got into the court, Sang Yu took a large number of guards to the regent's mansion, and the momentum, I didn't know, I thought it was going to raid the house.

"Uncle Huang, I've come to see you."

Sang Yu asked people to knock in front of the door, but there was no response at all.

She was afraid that something would happen to Sang Yu, so she directly pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the house, Sang Yu felt a breath of heat.

There was a stove in the center of the room, and the charcoal fire was thriving.

Why is there still a fire on this hot day?

"Uncle Huang?"

Sang Yu looked around, didn't see Sang Yu's figure, and stepped into the dormitory, when she saw Sang Yu lying on the couch, covered with two or three layers of bedding and still trembling faintly, her eyes froze, and she walked over quickly.

At this look, she was stunned.

I saw that Sang Yu's lips were purple, his face was unusually pale, his eyelashes were covered with frost, and the temperature of his body was so cold that it was seeping.

"38, what's wrong with him?"

38 flipped through the plot book, and this time the story of the plane only involved Sang Yu snatching back Sang Yun Kingdom and it ended, and there was no mention of what illness Sang Yu had.

It whispered: "Little fish, I don't know ...... either"

Sang Yu didn't care about mocking it, and hurriedly held Sang Yu's cold hand and helped him rub it.

Sang Yu's eyes were tightly closed, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he was obviously in pain and unable to extricate himself.

Sang Yu saw that she couldn't warm him up after rubbing for a long time, she was so anxious that she couldn't do it, watching his face get worse and worse, and his lips slowly began to darken.

Thinking of something, she pulled off the hairpin on her head and cut her palm without hesitation......

(End of chapter)