The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

A young woman, her hair combed into a small deer horn bun, with a pearwood hairpin inserted diagonally, and two strands of hair hanging in front of her ears, showing her delicate white jade-like ears.

She was wearing a thin lotus-pink, green lotus and jade-like skirt. Looking closely, her graceful figure seemed to be vaguely outlined.

Her normally cool and elegant face now looked like she was sleeping, and her lips were bright red, as sweet and lovely as a peach in summer.

The window frames and window frames are covered with wisteria vines from outside the house, and the elegant purple flowers are hanging above the woman. In addition, the sunlight from outside the window shines through the vines, and the scattered light casts a beautiful light and shadow picture on the woman's beautiful face.

The man in the dark purple robe stood in front of the couch, looking down at the woman lying there leisurely. She had one arm around her chest, and the other hand was holding a half-opened yellow book, her wrist hanging down, and the book almost fell from her hand.

The purple-robed man leaned over, picked a vine flower and gently brushed it on the woman's face.

The woman murmured and her beautiful nose wrinkled slightly, but she still showed no sign of waking up.

The purple-robed man leaned forward even more, and his tall body blocked the scorching sun for the woman, casting a shadow on her.

The petals gently brushed the woman's eyes, all the way down to her nose, and then to her bright red lips.

"Itchy..." the woman said softly, but still did not open her eyes.

"Puchi..." The man couldn't help but chuckled, then he reached out and touched the woman's beautiful nose with his fingertips.

A woman who has slept like a pig still shows no signs of waking up. It's not that she turns into a pig as soon as she sleeps, but her sleep quality is too good. Unless there is a loud noise from the outside world, it will not disturb her pig sleep.

Under the bright sunshine, silver threads faintly flowed out from the corners of the woman's mouth, shining brightly.

Finally, a certain pig noticed something, frowned, murmured a few times, and then slowly opened its eyes.

With a soft "bang", the book fell to the ground and spread out into two pieces.

She slowly looked around, at the books on the ground, at the vines by the window, then looked back and stared at the tall figure in front of her.

He turned over again and curled up in the reclining chair.

"I had a dream again. I dreamed of Ye Xiaohan."

"I'm really confused again. Ouch!"

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, tilted her head and fell asleep again.

Ye Xiaohan listened to Yun Mujiu's "rude" words, and he, who was always of high quality, didn't even frown. He said nothing, just bent over and looked at the posture and movements of Yun Mujiu, the "stupid pig".

After a few breaths, Yun Mujiu suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw the handsome man in front of him, his almond-shaped eyes widened, just like the big black grapes climbing up the wooden rack in summer, round and shiny.

"Your Majesty!"

"Yeah." Ye Xiaohan straightened his back, with his hands behind his back, as if he was just passing by.

Yun Mujiu stood up quickly and rushed towards Ye Xiaohan without even standing properly.

Someone's deep eyes reflected Yun Mujiu's crazy rushing action like a wild boar out of a pen.

"You're back!" As he spoke, Yun Mujiu had already thrown himself into Ye Xiaohan's arms.

Ye Xiaohan had already stretched out his strong arms and firmly embraced Yun Mujiu in his arms. At the same time, his fingertips trembled slightly and his eyelashes blinked a few times.

Yun Mujiu stood on tiptoe and put her hands on Ye Xiaohan's broad shoulders, as if she wanted to hold this man tightly and not give him a chance to leave.

"Yeah. I'm back." Ye Xiaohan patted Yun Mujiu's back with his big hand. The temperature of his cold fingertips penetrated the thin material of the clothes, reaching the surface of Yun Mujiu's tender skin, and then into the depths of Yun Mujiu's sensitive little heart.

Yun Mujiu felt the touch of Ye Xiaohan's fingertips and the cold temperature of his fingertips. She subconsciously shuddered and soon returned to normal. Ye Xiaohan's whole body was cold, but the part of her body that was touched by Ye Xiaohan's big hand was faintly warm. Her cheek, which was close to Ye Xiaohan's chest, also felt hot.

After thinking about it again, she smiled and hugged Ye Xiaohan even tighter.

She was very happy and said carelessly: "Hehe, it's so comfortable to hug the prince."

“…” Ye Xiaohan said nothing, letting Yun Mujiu rub against his new clothes.

At this moment, His Majesty the Night King, who has always been a clean freak and keeps people at a distance, allowed a chattering woman to make a fuss in his arms.

When Yun Mujiu buried her face in Ye Xiaohan's chest, she did not notice the uncomfortable expressions on the handsome face of His Royal Highness the Night King.

Finally, Yun Mujiu hugged and rubbed her again and again, and finally he threw away the groggy thoughts in his mind caused by the sleep just now.

She put her hands on Ye Xiaohan's chest, leaned her upper body back, looked up, and looked at him with a smile.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just watch. Watch you look good."

"My lord..."

"What's the matter?"

"fine."

Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Xiaohan's face and wanted to reach out and touch it.

Ye Xiaohan reached out and grasped her fair white wrist, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Yun Mujiu asked quickly, "You were running around outside. Were you in danger? You weren't injured? Did you rest well?"

Ye Xiaohan met Yun Mujiu's pure gaze and slowly replied, "There is no danger. The king is fine. I have had a good rest."

Yun Mujiu took another look and said, "Your face seems to be a little paler than before." She wondered in her heart if this pale face was a sign of weakness?

Ye Xiaohan shook his head slightly: "Maybe it's because I don't walk in the sun often, so my skin color has naturally turned white again."

Yun Mujiu wanted to grab Ye Xiaohan's wrist with her backhand, but Ye Xiaohan had already suppressed her wrist in advance.

"May I take your pulse?"

"No need." Ye Xiaohan put down Yun Mujiu's hand and released the person in his arms. "Let's eat together."

Yun Mujiu nodded and stopped forcing Ye Xiaohan to see him. Ye Xiaohan was a man of his own ideas, and others could not easily change his mind. Moreover, looking carefully, Ye Xiaohan did not look any different from before he left the house. His complexion was normal, but there was a trace of imperceptible rush between his eyebrows.

Ye Xiaohan picked up the medical book on the ground, glanced at it, and handed it back to Yun Mujiu.

He glanced at Yun Mujiu and said, "Let's go." He pulled with his big hand and naturally wrapped Yun Mujiu's hand into his palm.

Ye Xiaohan walked in front, and Yun Mujiu, who was being held by him, walked behind.

"The prince has been here for a long time, I didn't know because I fell asleep."

"It's okay, I just got here."

"Then when I was sleeping, I felt like a feather touched the tip of my nose, but was the prince teasing me?"

"It wasn't me. It was probably the wind." Ye Xiaohan replied.

Yun Mujiu thought with a small face, "This wind has a scent, it seems to carry the elegant fragrance of wisteria flowers."

"Yeah. The wind brings the fragrance of flowers." Someone said in a serious tone, shocking a certain girl.

Yun Mujiu felt something was wrong and wondered if Ye Xiaohan was playing a trick on her and what he used to tickle her.

She raised her eyes, stared at Ye Xiaohan's profile, and suddenly asked in a serious tone.

"My Lord, are you hiding something from me?"