The imperial concubine is nine and a half years old, and she is willing to overturn the table and re

As he stepped into the tent, Situ Yan suddenly stopped.

Different.

What's different?

He looked around and saw that the layout was still the same. He also knew that no one dared to enter his tent when he was not there.

But there was clearly a faint fragrance in the air, and he could even vaguely hear the sound of shallow breathing...

Situ Yan's fingertips moved slightly and the corners of his lips were slightly pressed down.

He thought of something, but the thought only flashed for a moment before he suppressed it, as if he could not bear the loneliness after hope was shattered, so he rejected hope.

Situ Yan took a deep breath, walked a few steps inside, and turned around the screen.

then……

I saw the person sleeping on the table.

The person lay casually on the paper, still holding a brush in her hand. The ink from the brush had stained her fingers and palms black, but she was completely unaware.

She wore a light dark purple headband on her black hair and a butterfly jade hairpin was inserted diagonally on her temples. At this moment, because of the way she was resting her head on her arms, the butterfly was a little shaky.

“Boom—boom—”

Situ Yan could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

This feels a little strange, a little suffocating.

He slowly held his breath and walked lightly to the table. Only then did he see that what the man was resting his head on under his arms was the painting he had been working on for a long time.

The portrait is not damaged at all, but the blank space on the side...

Situ Yan looked at the line of words and his thin lips slowly curled up.

[She's barely one ten-thousandth as pretty as Da Lao Tang! ——Certification from Da Lao Tang]

He could even imagine her expression when she said this.

Situ Yan looked down at the sleeping person and raised his hand as if he wanted to stroke the hair that was scattered around her mouth.

But when his hand reached mid-air, it stopped, and finally changed direction, touching her curved eyelashes very lightly.

"Hmm~"

Xie Yuantang's eyelids twitched.

She naturally brushed away the "feather" that disturbed her sleep: "Husband, please don't make trouble~"

Situ Yan paused slightly, and a hint of smile appeared in his peach blossom eyes.

He reached out to put some clothes on her, but when he had just put the clothes on halfway, the sleeping person woke up.

Xie Yuantang had a dream.

In the dream, she was still about nine years old, sleeping on the upper bunk of a bunk bed, with her husband standing on the floor beside her. He was tall enough to just rest his head on the bed, and his long hands were playing with her eyelashes, disturbing her sleep.

She patted him impatiently, and suddenly remembered: That’s not right, hasn’t she grown up?

When she thought of this, she suddenly felt someone putting clothes on her and she woke up from her dream.

She opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face in front of her hazily. Her mouth was faster than her brain and she blurted out: "Beauty, how much is one night?"

Situ Yan: “…”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled dangerously: "You are so skilled at kissing, it seems you are a regular customer."

Xie Yuantang: “!!!”

Da Lao Tang was startled at once, straightened his head, and stared at Situ Yan blankly: "Husband? Situ Yan?"

Situ Yan smiled: "No, I changed my name, now it's 'Beauty'."

Xie Yuantang: “…”

She scratched her head a little embarrassedly.

After waking up, Big Brother Tang, who was always very natural when meeting everyone, now looked a little helpless and nervous.

"Well...I'm not skilled at all, really!"

She blinked her big eyes, as if to make her words seem more credible: "I only went there a few times for the mission."

Situ Yan looked at her with amusement: "Oh? Is it required for the mission?"

When he looked at him, Xie Yuantang felt inexplicably guilty and wanted to touch his nose.

Before she could touch him, Situ Yan raised his hand and pressed her hand down: "Don't move."

After saying that, he walked to the side, soaked the handkerchief, walked back, bent down and helped her wipe the ink spots off her face.

After wiping his cheeks, he turned around to wash the handkerchief and then came back.

This time he squatted in front of Xie Yuantang, looked up at her, and stretched out his hand to her: "Give me your hand."

Xie Yuantang felt his mouth a little dry. He blinked and slowly placed her hand in his palm.

Situ Yan half-knelt there and helped her wipe her hands, wiping each finger one by one.

He did this little thing very seriously and devoutly.

Time seemed to stand still, yet it seemed as if it had always been like this.

After wiping his hands, Situ Yan put away the handkerchief and smiled at Xie Yuantang: "It's clean now."

Xie Yuantang looked into his clear eyes. Those beautiful eyes were still the same as they were six years ago.

She raised her hand and gently touched Situ Yan's eyebrows and smiled: "My husband hasn't changed."

Situ Yan was slightly startled, then nodded: "Well, I promised you that I won't change my promise."

Xie Yuantang muttered: "Second sister-in-law is a little old."

Situ Yan answered the question very smoothly: "He is not as good-looking as me."

"Pfft~"

Xie Yuantang laughed and nodded: "That's right!"

The two looked at each other and chuckled at the same time.

It seemed the same as six years ago, yet it also seemed...

Something has changed quietly.

But neither of them noticed, and probably just thought:

Hmm...this guy is so handsome, as handsome as before!

Xie Yuantang wanted to tell him about Jia Yan, but before he could open his mouth, a head popped in from outside the door: "Where is my cousin?"