Early the next morning, the sky was full of colorful clouds, making the horizon look gorgeous. When Yang Ji woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the cloudless sky above his head. When he wanted to stretch his body, his brows knitted together and he found that he felt uncomfortable all over. My left arm was so numb that it felt like it didn't belong to me. Only by holding my breath and holding my breath could the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety be relieved.
Looking sideways, he found Xiao Ying curled up softly, like a kitten in her arms, sleeping soundly with her left arm as pillow, her black hair covered with shining little ones. There were dewdrops, and the two of them were covered with a thin quilt at some point.
Suddenly, he remembered last night. The two of them were standing and talking about love. When they got tired, they picked up a blanket and spread it on the grass by the pool. They sat down and continued chatting. Then they lay down together with their soft-smelling fiancée in their arms. , after listening to her talk about studying for more than half a year, she finally fell asleep. As for when and when Xiao Ying fell asleep, she had no idea.
Although I have slept all night with the charming beauty in my arms, one side of the sleeping beauty's face is beautifully flushed under the soft glow of the twilight, as beautiful as a water lily. But Yang Ji's whole body was sore, numb, and uncomfortable now, and he had no other thoughts except wanting to push her aside.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up, Yang Ji picked up a strand of hair and placed it in front of Xiao Ying's nose. The hair swayed slowly with her even breathing. Yang Ji held back his laughter and continued to move the hair forward. .
As expected, Xiao Ying sneezed several times in her sleep, and then opened her big almond eyes angrily. She was about to get angry, but she met Yang Ji's smiling face and immediately put out the fire: "Lang, Lang Jun?"
Then she remembered what happened last night, blushed, pulled up the quilt, buried her head in it, and then rolled over, and the whole quilt was twisted by her. And people naturally left Yang Ji's arms.
Yang Ji quickly raised his numb left arm with his right hand, and gently beat it several times until it felt comfortable. Then he turned his eyes to Xiao Ying, who was motionless with her back to him. The thin quilt was stretched tightly around her. On the body, wonderful features appear.
Yang Ji patted his tight buttocks through the quilt. Xiao Ying moved but did not speak and continued to hide.
"Don't be shy. Get up quickly!" Yang Ji said with a smile: "This is not in the room, but next to the lotus pond. It would be terrible if others see it."
Xiao Ying said angrily under the quilt: "I am too embarrassed to see you."
"Then let me carry you back to the house!" Yang Ji quickly stood up, picked up Xiao Ying and the quilt, and ran towards his bedroom as fast as he could. On the way, he bumped into the old woman who was running towards her in a hurry. Upright.
"Son, oh, oh, oh, Aying is gone, Aying is gone, blah blah blah, blah? You..." Dugu Min quickly covered her mouth.
When she heard from the maids that Xiao Ying was missing, she became extremely anxious and ran to look for her son without saying a word. Now she saw the skirt exposed by the quilt. Isn't this what Xiao Ying was wearing yesterday?
"Haha, son, don't listen to my nonsense. I'm actually just joking. Haha, keep doing your business."
Dugu Min's eyes also curved into crescent moons, and she gave her son a thumbs up in joy, and then ran away again.
"Hahaha..." After running out of her son's main courtyard, Dugumin burst out laughing uncontrollably. She didn't know whether she was happy or embarrassed.
Su Yunniang happened to come back to resume her life. Seeing Dugu Min's success, she quickly asked, "Toffee, have you found the princess?"
"I found it, I found it!" Dugu Min said with a smile: "Let everyone disperse!"
"Yes!" Su Yunniang also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran to inform others.
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At the same time, Manna Palace.
Yang Jian wore a loose robe and sat on the brocade couch with bare feet. His disheveled hair was being tied up with brocade belts by the palace maid. His face was swollen after waking up from a long sleep, and he looked tired and haggard. His left hand was leaning on the On the knees, place the thumb and index finger of your right hand apart and press the temples on both sides respectively, pressing hard to relieve the discomfort of the head.
As he got older, Yang Jian's headaches became more and more serious, and the pain often kept him awake at night.
Especially since the death of Queen Dugu, he has suffered from several serious illnesses. Since then, his headaches have become more and more severe, accompanied by symptoms such as chest tightness, palpitations, etc., and his memory has also gradually deteriorated. Everything made him feel that his vitality was decreasing day by day.
In fact, he was not afraid of death, but he was still worried about the Sui Empire that he had founded by himself, so he was eager to leave the state affairs to Yang Guang, hoping that he could mature as soon as possible and become a qualified king. In this case, he would immediately Even if he dies, he can go see his beloved Jia Luo with peace of mind.
Now being woken up from his deep sleep would definitely give him a headache and make him feel very irritable.
To be able to manage such a large Sui Empire, Yang Jian spent a lot of energy every day, which is unimaginable. After working hard, he couldn't even sleep well, and he couldn't help being irritable.
He rubbed his temples, drank the tea soup handed by the maid, put down the jade bowl, and asked in a low voice: "Where is the prince?"
"Back to the saint, the prince is waiting outside the palace." The maid did not dare to answer, and Chen Guiren on the side bowed to answer.
Chen Guiren is the younger sister of Chen Shubao. She is beautiful and beautiful. After the fall of the Chen Dynasty, she was brought into the palace by Yang Jian and canonized as a noblewoman. Although she was over thirty at this time, her charm was still there and she was in the prime of life. When a woman is most attractive.
It's just that Yang Jian, like Yang Guang who took Chen Shubao's daughter as his concubine, was always wary of the daughters of the enemy country. In addition, Queen Dugu kept a close eye on her when she was alive, so Yang Jian did not attack Chen Guiren. When Queen Dugu was gone, Yang Jian, whose health is deteriorating, has lost his interest and ability. However, this woman was good at massage and could help Yang Jian relieve his pain, so she stayed by his side.
Seeing that Yang Jian had a severe headache, she hurriedly stepped forward to help with compressions and said with some complaints: "Sage, the prince woke you up from your sleep. Doesn't he know that you need to rest?"
Chen Guiren grew up in the deep palace of the Chen Dynasty. She originally lived a carefree and aloof life. However, the Chen Dynasty was destroyed by Yang Guang, causing her to fall into dust from the princess of the Chen Kingdom. She lived a cautious and uneasy life next to the queen of the enemy country. days, causing my heart to be filled with hatred for Yang Guang.
Whenever there is a chance, he will mix sand around Yang Jian and give Yang Guang eye drops.
Yang Jian shook his head: "The prince is very filial and considerate of me. He is not the kind of person you imagined."
"Sage, please forgive me for being presumptuous." Chen Guiren glanced at Yang Jian and said softly: "I feel that the former prince is generous, kind, gentle, and talented. I feel that he is more affectionate than the prince."
"When it comes to being gentle and talented, how many people in the world can compare with your brother Chen Shubao? What's the result?" Yang Jian chuckled: "It turns out that being gentle and talented has no benefit to the country."
"But saint, I think you are the king who conquers the world. The future king should implement benevolent policies and live with the people." Chen Guiren bit his lip and continued: "Is the prince too warlike?"
"Stop talking!" Yang Jian emphasized his tone and said coldly: "The prince is the crown prince of a country. How can you make such rash remarks? Stand down."
"Here." Chen Guiren retreated in response.
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