Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 138 Jiang Lanye's Beauty is Delicious

Gazing at Song Yi's lively and radiant appearance, Jiang Lanye's restless heart was suddenly soothed.

It was like a sudden waft of floral fragrance, washing away the chill of snow and frost that was unique to winter.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Song Yi found it amusing and quickly said, "Alright, go take a bath. How much longer can you sleep at this hour?"

Jiang Lanye responded, then deliberately glanced down at him, saying, "Remember to wear warm clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."

Song Yi: "."

After saying this, Jiang Lanye stood up, walked to the door, and without turning back, took a step to the side, easily dodging the soft pillow that Song Yi threw.

He went to take a bath next door. Song Yi grumbled as he dressed, took the soft pillow back, stood in front of the window, pondered for a while, then went to ask Xi Chun for two pieces of cloth, temporarily covering the window with them and wedging them in the gaps.

When Jiang Lanye returned, the candle had burned out completely. As soon as he pushed open the door, he noticed that the room was unusually dark.

It was clearly already daylight outside.

Song Yi sat on the bed, pointed to the window covered with cloth, and explained, "I'm afraid that you'll be busy at night from now on, and when you go to sleep it will be daytime. You don't like bright light, so you definitely won't be able to sleep."

Jiang Lanye was slightly taken aback, and a hint of tenderness suddenly flowed through his eyes.

"No need for that. Just lower the curtain; it will be the same."

“I just tried it, and the curtains here are definitely not as good as those in the palace. I know how sensitive you are to light.”

Song Yi made the bed, patted the empty space next to her, yawned, and said, "Come and sleep, I'm so sleepy."

She had traveled all the way with Jiang Lanye, arriving overnight. Afterwards, she waited in the room for Jiang Lanye to finish his work and return. She didn't sleep all night and now has bruises.

Jiang Lanye walked over. He had noticed the candles on the table when he returned. Lying on the bed, he embraced Song Yi and whispered, "Song Yi, aren't you bored waiting here by yourself?"

Song Yi responded.

Jiang Lanye had things to do, but Song Yi did not.

But Jiang Lanye didn't want to see Song Yi like this.

He thought for a moment and said, "Come with me tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It's not as complicated as you think. You'll understand if you listen more."

Song Yi couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Jiang Lanye, don't underestimate me. Although I may not know much, I have at least read some books before."

Jiang Lanye knew that Song Yi was referring to what she had learned in the so-called "world". She touched Song Yi's hair, but did not respond. After a while, she closed her sore eyes and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

Both of them were exhausted and had no appetite.

She had never fallen asleep so quickly. The room was dimly lit, and Song Yi didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she was about to open her eyes, but they felt extremely sore, so she quickly closed them again, snuggled into Jiang Lanye's arms, and tried to go back to sleep.

But Jiang Lanye had already made up his mind.

Song Yi raised her head blankly, watching him carefully get up, and asked in a daze, "How long have you been asleep? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

It had only been less than two hours, so it was no wonder that Song Yi's eyes felt extremely sore.

Jiang Lanye had already put on his robes. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek, whispering, "Sleep a little longer. I'll wake you when I get back so we can have dinner together."

Song Yi hugged the blanket, curled up, and wanted to get up with him, but sleepiness still prevailed. Her eyelids trembled, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep again, but then she suddenly opened them again.

Jiang Lanye looked at her like this and chuckled, "Go to sleep." With that, he quietly walked out.

Pushing open the door, one sees many soldiers patrolling outside. The winter wind is like a knife, cutting into one's face with particular pain.

As Jiang Lanye walked along, everyone who saw him stopped and respectfully greeted him as "Your Majesty."

Xie Lingzheng and Zuo Sheng were standing face to face, their expressions serious, seemingly discussing something.

Jiang Lanye walked over, and the two of them quickly said solemnly, "Your Majesty, your humble servants will take you to see the training grounds."

In the past few days, they have specially trained a small team, equipped with the best and most spirited horses, who are now riding on horseback, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at distant targets.

Song Yi slept soundly, but because the room was too dark, she woke up twice during the night and couldn't even tell if it was day or night. She felt inexplicably uneasy, but then she remembered what Jiang Lanye had said and fell back asleep.

The door was gently pushed open, and Jiang Lanye came in carrying food. He placed it on the table, then lifted the curtain and pulled the person still slumped in the bed into his arms. He watched as she struggled to open her eyes, her hair disheveled and her nightgown wrinkled, clearly still half asleep.

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "Don't stay up all night anymore. Your body is not used to this kind of rhythm. Even if you can sleep during the day, it is not as restful as sleeping at night. Moreover, you will not get good rest after sleeping like this. You will only feel more tired."

He talked for a long time, and Song Yi, her voice a little hoarse, said, "Jiang Lanye, you're getting more and more long-winded."

Jiang Lanye stopped talking, picked her up and walked over, put her on a chair, skillfully picked up a comb and combed her messy hair, then asked, "Are you cold?"

Song Yi carefully considered it for a moment, then shook his head.

Jiang Lanye was still worried that she would catch a cold, so he took a soft little blanket and wrapped it around her, saying, "Wash up and have your meal."

The two of them haven't had a drop of water since last night.

Song Yi responded.

She washed her face thoroughly one last time, and most of her drowsiness disappeared. When she turned to look at Jiang Lanye, she realized that he was different from usual today.

Today he wore a robe with narrow sleeves that clung tightly to his thin forearms. The cuffs were tightly bound with wrist guards, and a belt was tied around his waist, making his broad shoulders and narrow waist appear even narrower. The fabric of the robe also looked exceptionally thin.

Song Yi walked over, curiously touched his clothes, and asked, "Aren't you cold going out wearing only this?"

Jiang Lanye shook his head.

He went archery with Xie Ling. He hadn't touched a bow and arrow in a long time, and after drawing the bow a few times, he felt warm all over and not cold at all.

Song Yi's eyes lit up, and the food on the table could no longer attract her. She first touched Jiang Lanye's forearm, then slowly moved up to his shoulder, and then moved to his chest.

He has well-proportioned muscles, with firm muscles in his shoulders and abdomen. Wearing such clothes makes his body lines look even more sharp, his shoulder blades are like they were cut by a knife, and his posture is exceptionally upright.

It's not hard to imagine how beautiful and fluid his body would look when he drew the bow.

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab her wrist.

Song Yi's hands were unable to move, but his gaze lingered as he looked her up and down. After a long while, he said with an air of seriousness:

"Hmm, a feast for the eyes."

Jiang Lanye: "."

(End of this chapter)