Chapter 237 Four Villains Crematorium 67

"She's tired. Don't disturb her. Let her sleep for a while."

Wei Fangxu only felt horrified.

He couldn't figure out where Sang Yu's charm came from, which made Cang Heng, Mu Huai and Xie Qian obsessed with her.

He couldn't even figure out how the regent who was originally Qingfeng Jiyue could become like this because of Sang Yu.

Although he is not of royal blood, he still bears the royal surname.

Isn't he afraid of being discussed by the world?

Wei Fangxu stood outside the hall and couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until Sang Yu's voice came from the hall that he suddenly came back to his senses.

As soon as Wei Fangxu stepped into the bedroom, he saw a touch of plum red on Sang Yu's neck. He was so shocked that he lowered his head and did not dare to look directly.

Sang Yu seemed not to notice, and asked lazily: "Xiao Weizi, what time is it?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's now three o'clock."

Sang Yu stretched out and said, "I didn't go to court today. Does the minister have any complaints?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. With the regent here, no one dares to complain."

Sang Yu was very relieved to hear this.

"Where's Mu Huai?"

Sang Yu was too tired last night and completely forgot about Mu Huai.

Wei Fangxu hesitated: "Back to Your Majesty, Mu Huai...he has already left."

"What, leaving?" Sang Yu was so shocked that he almost fell off the dragon couch.

"Your Majesty, be careful..."

Just when Wei Fangxu wanted to help him, Sang Yu suddenly waved him away and ran outside.

"Your Majesty, clothes!"

Only then did Sang Yu realize that she hadn't put on her coat yet, so she hurriedly went back, put on a casual coat and ran to the side hall.

When they arrived at the side hall, there was no one there.

Sang Yu scratched his head and said angrily: "38, why didn't you wake me up?"

38 Grief: "Xiaoyu, you sleep so soundly, I dare not."

"Coward." Sang Yu scolded him and sat on the couch in annoyance, his face full of displeasure.

Cang Heng left.

Xie Qian went to provide disaster relief.

Now Mu Huai has also left.

Although Sang Yu is also very good, he is not the only one who has her mission.

Thinking that Sang Yu's favorability value was already 100, Sang Yu blinked her eyes as she thought of something.

Xingyue Pavilion.

Sang Yu was helping Sang Yu approve the memorial when he saw Sang Yu poking his head outside the door.

He smiled and said, "What are you doing standing there? Come in."

"Aren't I afraid of disturbing the emperor's uncle?" Sang Yu picked up the hem of his clothes and crossed the threshold and walked in.

She came to Sang Yu's side, took a look at the memorial that had almost been approved, and said with a happy smile: "Uncle Huang is so awesome. Uncle Huang, are you tired? I'll give you a massage."

She went around his back and massaged him gently.

The girl's little hands were delicate and soft, and they pressed softly on her body. They didn't have much force, but they were charming enough.

Sang Yu's eyes darkened slightly. He stopped writing and gently covered her hand: "Don't call me your uncle again in the future."

They are not related by blood.

"Okay." The girl's voice was clear in his ear, "Then I will call you...Ayu from now on?"

"OK?"

She pressed against the side of his face, and Sang Yu could feel her sweet breath blowing against his face.

Ayu...

No one had ever called him that.

For most of his life, he was unhappy.

For the first ten years, I lived in pain, and for the next ten years, I lived in numbness.

Never before have the emotions been so intense and dark.

He put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms.

Sang Yu sat on his lap, face to face with Sang Yu, their noses almost touching.

The breathing was light and heavy, intertwined like thin threads, a little itchy.

The lip was bitten, and the man's forehead was pressed against hers. His breath was slightly hot, and his voice was low and numb: "Okay, madam."

(End of chapter)