518 ulterior motives

Is it her multi-minded? Or has this woman regarded her as an enemy as soon as she appeared? Or, even if it doesn't appear, it is also a thorn in my heart, but this thorn is now beginning to show its sharpness...

Just looking at Qian Yumo so happy and relieved, she really couldn't raise her doubts.

"I know what you're worried about..." He kissed her temples.

This is the smell he is familiar with, and this is the cloud he is familiar with. Only by holding her can he feel safe.

"Nothing can be completely put down. You just need to trust me..." Pecked her ear and whispered softly.

Do you believe him?

Luo Wener doesn't know, but she really wants to trust him, because she always has to be nervous and guard against a person and worry about something. It's really too tired and tired. She wants to put it down and relax...

Well, let it go for a while, at least now, she is very moved. Because she knows what Nie Ziyan means to him and what those past years mean, and he can actually put it down for himself...

"Amo..."

Qian Yumo's shoulder shook... This is still the first time since the purple smoke appeared, and she called him so affectionately...

For a moment, my heart rolled and kissed the slightly dry little mouth.

However, after a while, his breath was heavy, knocking on the bedboard and shouting, "Drug, bring the medicine!"

What I didn't know was that Luo Shangyi had another emergency. Only Luo Wen'er knew it and couldn't stand him, so she had to let him cross the bitter water to her mouth again and again.

His kiss was very lingering and delicate, as if the bitterness left between his lips and tongue was the most mellow wine in the world. Then he hugged her tightly and mourned, "Cloud, get better, get better..."

Luo Wener couldn't help but want to beat him, but he wrapped himself in a quilt and wrapped his head in it, revealing only a pair of eyes, just like a silkworm chrysalis.

And he looked proudly at his masterpiece and picked her up: "Madam, we're going home--"

Everyone saw that the king took a huge "silkworm chrysalis" out of the Lingyun Pavilion, and his face was full of spring breeze, like the sun shining bare treetops, and they also happily followed behind to see the bustle.

Gu Dong snorted proudly: "I knew that our Shang Yi was the heaviest in the king's heart!"

Looking forward to the long back, I couldn't help smiling with relief.

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Qian Yumo put Luo Wener in ** and carefully opened the package, but he was afraid that she would fly. He only opened half of it and looked at it for a moment.

Luo Wener stretched out her hand, touched the black under his eyes with her fingertips, and said sadly, "I didn't sleep again..."

Not only didn't sleep, but also played the flute all night.

He grabbed her hand and bit it gently: "Isn't this to reassure you..."

I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling and held his hand for a long time: "If nothing happens, come back early and have a good rest. The second son of Ying and the two are also very capable..."

Looking at her with a smile, her eyes were dark: "This is still the cloud head that makes me passively slow down."

Touching her hair, she said in a gentle tone: "Okay, I'll come back early to accompany you..."

was about to get up and settle down, just looking at her.

She broke out of the package and wanted to lift it. He looked down, so her lips were imprinted on his lips.

She patted her face and smiled: "Wait for me..."

Luo Wen'er watched him leave with enthusiasm and turned her eyes to the long coral window covered with white silk paper.

After the sound of "driving", there is a long silence, and only the birds chirp, as in the past every morning.

Think about it, she has spent more than a thousand days and nights here...

She looked at it quietly for a while and slowly closed her eyes...

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The ministers found that although their king was not on his side today, he was still radiant and more agile, which made them a little unable to keep up with the rhythm. Moreover, in the early morning, which was originally scheduled for three hours, all matters were solved in less than two hours, including the old debts that had been discussed again these days, and then the king left with a strong spirit, leaving them with a complicated and unclear look.

Ying Qiuran maintained a driving posture until the golden robe embroidered with dragon patterns came out of sight, and the corners of his lips bent and smiled relievedly.

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Qian Yumo hurried back to Bichi Palace and hurried into the hall, as if he could not see the person he wanted to see one step later.

It's just two hours apart. Why does he feel that he has been apart for a long time? It seems that she will disappear when he is away.

He panicked and thought that if she was better, he would carry her to the Chaoyang Hall tomorrow.

Such panic calmed down when the eyes touched the figure half hidden in the hollow embroidered silver thread brocade tent.

He stared at the figure for a while, silently took off his robe and walked to the bedside.

The clouds slept quietly and breathed smoothly.

For so many days, this is probably the most peaceful sleep she has had.

He suddenly felt sleepy.

Gently went to bed and hugged her.

Although he was afraid of waking her up, he couldn't help kissing her temples and closing his eyes.

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The days suddenly calmed down, just like such a season close to winter. Even if there are dark clouds covering the roof, there can't be louder thunder and more rain. After the wind passes, the sky is either clear, or it seems to be sunny, and it can be regarded as good weather.

So these days are also light and calm enough to make people feel that the previous chaos is just a dream. Of course, Nie Ziyan will still go in and out of Bichi Palace, but like an old friend's visit, she will no longer stay overnight, and Luo Wener avoids every time she comes.

If you don't see, don't be upset.

The days slipped to the end of the year.

On New Year's Day, the palace is always lively. Seeing that Luo Wener was in good shape, Yanfu Palace came to her from time to time, because the old concubine had been very picky recently, and she had to eat what she made to be quiet and became more like a child.

Tomor is New Year's Eve. Luo Wener made her favorite mutton dumplings and soup dumplings for the old princess, so that people can cook them anytime and anywhere.

The old concubine said that she wanted to accompany Qian Yumo to fool herself with these hard things. However, when he is very old, he will not delay the youth's happy life. He also said that he would make a wish for the old and new this year, hoping that he could have a grandson as soon as possible.

Luo Wen'er blushed by her and fled from Yanfu Palace. However, as soon as he stepped into the Bichi Palace, Gu Dong greeted him. Although he didn't say anything, he knew that Nie Ziyan was coming when he saw that look.

She wanted to avoid it, but Nie Ziyan's maiden, Rong Xiu, saw her and immediately said, "Shang Yi is finally back. The Empress has been waiting for Shang Yi for a long time."

Luo Wener had to walk over.

In the side hall, Nie Ziyan has got up: "I haven't seen my sister for a long time, but my sister is more and more mobilizing."

Luo Wener can't say polite things, or she won't be hypocritical to people she doesn't like, so she just smiles.

"No wonder Amo panicked when she couldn't see her for a while. In less than half an hour, she had come to the door to look at her sister several times..." She covered her mouth and smiled.

Luo Wener looked at Qian Yumo... Nie Ziyan has been here for so long?

Qian Yumo smiled reassuringly at her, and there was a trace of spoiling on the corners of his lips.

Nie Ziyan had a panoramic view of everything, her eyes were cold, and she smiled in an instant. She called the maidservant behind her: "It's the Spring Festival, and I always think that I should do something for my sister."

The maid held the tray forward.

"Does your sister like it?"

is a purse with exquisite embroidery, and a pair of colorful mandarin ducks are lifelike.

"Sister wishes my sister and Amo like this pair of mandarin ducks, love each other, white-headed to old..."

At the end of the words, the lower the voice, the more trembled it was.

Luo Wener suspected that this was not sincere, but if she didn't continue, it would be a little too much.

So she thanked and put the purse in her hand, but found that Qian Yumo's eyes followed the purse somehow. She didn't think about it carefully. She just called Gu Dong to take a small bottle of celadon: "This is what I adjusted the day before yesterday, so I gave it to the Empress. I hope the Empress won't dislike it."

She is unwilling to accept other people's gifts in vain, especially for such a person who can't find out her intentions.

Nie Ziyan took it in surprise, opened the bottle stopper, and took a deep breath: "My sister's craftsmanship is really extraordinary. I heard that at the incense fighting conference, my sister's bottle of incense was shot at a sky-high price. Now my sister has got the gift of 'Xianghuang'. That small purse really can't be sold..."

She blushed for a moment and seemed to remember something. She pulled Luo Wener to another tray: "Sister, help me see if this dress fits?"

The red silk fell off, revealing a handful of square purple.

It was Zhuang Ning's color, but it stabbed the corners of Luo Wen'er's eyes.

Nie Ziyan had already picked up her clothes and collar to shake the robe away, so the purple light brightened everyone's eyes.

Even if it just flashed by, the fine pins buried the cloud lines of gold and silver thread, the key is this gorgeous color, which really uses "heart".

"Amo, put it on quickly. My sister's vision is better than mine. Let her see what else needs to be improved. It will be New Year's Eve tomorrow..."

Qian Yumo quickly raised his eyes, but instead of looking at his clothes, he looked at Luo Wener. He saw that she also looked over, but he quickly lowered his eyes.

Nie Ziyan didn't seem to realize it at all: "I wanted to send it earlier, but I hurried... Hey, Amo, why are you still stunned? Why don't you come and have a try?"

Qian Yumo slightly locked his eyebrows.

This is not a matter of a dress. He promised Yuncai that from now on, he will only wear white for her, but now...

Nie Ziyan was already impatient and staggered over.

She was so difficult that it was really unbearable, and Qian Yumo couldn't help but stand up to help each other.