After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Just as she was about to avoid it, the arm brushed past her waist and picked up the pot.

Yuan Qing pushed the cup over to him and asked him, "When did you enter the palace?"

Yuan Yi poured her some water and said, "I came here yesterday and have been waiting for you."

"What are you waiting for me for?" Yuan Qing drank up the water and turned to look at him. "It's not like we won't see each other anymore. You too..."

The man behind her suddenly came close and hugged her. Yuan Qing half-raised her arms and was locked tightly in his arms.

The hot breath sprayed against her ears, so hot that she could hardly hold the cup.

Yuan Qing deliberately ignored the strange feeling that was rising up and reached up with his other hand, trying to break free from the little guard's iron-like arm.

She groped her way forward, but he grabbed her with his backhand, gently squeezed it in his palm, and rubbed it carefully.

The rough calluses made her wrists itchy, and the temperature rose unconsciously.

Yuan Qing was briefly absent-minded.

She had never felt like this before.

My uncle always says that she is a blockhead.

When other girls first fall in love, they are passionate about it, but she is heartless all day long, like a silly boy.

Growing up, no one had ever talked to her in detail about relationships.

So now this...what is it?

The strange feeling hit her mind, and Yuan Qing twisted her body uneasily, trying to stay away.

The arms around her waist held her tighter.

Yuan Yi buried his head in her shoulder, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and even his breathing became very light.

Yuan Qing tilted his head, wanting to reach out and touch his eyebrows.

This was the third time she was simply attracted by his looks.

The first time was when they met again in the palace, the night he became her subordinate.

The second time was when she first entered the Gong family. She suddenly had a high fever and the two of them were indulging themselves in debauchery.

In fact, there are many people who are more handsome than the little guard, but he really meets her aesthetic standards in every aspect.

God knows how much willpower she used to restrain her eager claws and not touch him.

"Ayi?" Yuan Qing moved her shoulders, signaling him to let go, "Let me go first, I have something to tell you."

Yuan Yi shook his head, opened his mouth and bit her gently through her clothes.

The teeth scraped against my flesh, and the itch went deep into my heart.

"You can say that." Yuan Yi opened his eyes and looked at her, "Before I leave, I want to hold you for a while longer."

Before leaving?

"Your Majesty?" she asked.

"Ah."

Yuan Qing's neck was flushed, as if she had applied a thin layer of rouge, which made Yuan Yi's throat dry.

He moved his lips and then turned his eyes away.

At this time, the emotions in Yuan Qing's heart gradually dissipated, and she stopped struggling and let the young guard hold her.

She was thinking of something else.

The strange things happening to Wen Chengyu always left her puzzled.

In his previous life, after he ascended the throne, he was imprisoned and died within less than a year, so everything that happened in this life was unknown to her.

Although she helped him survive the death crisis in his previous life, she always felt that she thought this world was too simple.

In other words, she couldn't figure out the working mechanism of the way of heaven.

In her understanding, if a balance is to be achieved, the protagonist and the villain must be evenly matched.

In recent years, the villains have been suppressed too harshly, so the Heavenly Dao deliberately weakened the protagonist group. After Wen Chengyu avoided the prison disaster, he faced a new death disaster.

When Roudun'er comes back, she will know the real reason why Wen Chengyu is ill.

After a moment, she asked softly, "Are you volunteering?"

Yuan Yi swallowed and hummed softly.

Before Yuan Qing could speak, he continued, "I have arranged everything. You just need to blow the whistle and someone will take over from me and do what you want."

A delicate little whistle was placed in her palm.

Yuan Yi picked her up and strode to the bedside. "So your task now is to have a good rest. You have been in prison for a few days and your complexion has deteriorated a lot. You have even lost weight."

Yuan Qing wanted to speak, but he had been stuffed into the quilt, with only the upper half of his face exposed.

Yuan Yiqian pressed down her quilt, half lying on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to tuck the other side in, and chuckled, "Don't you have something to tell me?"

Yuan Qing stretched out his right hand, holding the porcelain cup, and waved it in front of his face, "Hey, there's this too."

He took the object from between his fingers, and with a "thump" sound, the cup fell steadily on the table in the distance.

His kung fu is getting better and better. When will I be able to reach that level?

Yuan Qing retracted his envious eyes, pulled the quilt down, and bent his arms to support his head.

"Nothing else to say?" Yuan Yi turned sideways and put his hands on her waist.

"I can't remember it for the moment." Yuan Qing grabbed his hand and lifted the quilt together, "It's a bit hot, let's not cover it anymore."

Yuan Yi pulled another corner of the quilt over and said, "Cover your stomach, be careful not to catch a cold."

Looking at the airtight room, Yuan Qing rolled his eyes.

It's noon now, let alone the cool air, not even a trace of wind can get in.

"If I keep feeling depressed like this, I'm going to get angry." Yuan Qing jumped up, walked around the little guard, and was about to get out of bed.

Yuan Yi pushed her back and said, "I'll get you an ice pack, just lie down."

There is a ready-made ice basin in the house.

Yuan Yi took off the bag around his waist, crushed the ice cubes with his fingers, and put some of appropriate size in.

He lifted the curtain and placed the deerskin bag filled with ice cubes next to her pillow.

Yuan Qing stretched his neck forward, trying to get closer to the cool air.

Yuan Yi took the ice pack away and said, "This thing is very cold. Just lie down and I'll do it."

Yuan Qing lay down as he was told, but her eyes looked straight at him, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Just say whatever you want to say. Don't look at me like that." Yuan Yi paused for a moment.

She blinked, "I want to sleep with it."

After saying that, her eyes fell on the ice pack that was bigger than her face.

It must be very comfortable to sleep with such a big thing in your arms.

But Yuan Yi misunderstood her meaning.

He stared at his hands, his ears gradually distracted by his wandering thoughts.

"Is that so?" he asked, holding it out with both hands.

Yuan Qing shook violently several times.

She lowered her eyes to look at the two cold claws covering her neck, her teeth grinding against each other, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Are you comfortable?" Yuan Yi raised the corners of his lips and moved his hands up to hold her face.

Yuan Qing rubbed it a few times unconsciously, and after the initial chill passed, it was indeed quite comfortable.

She turned over, pressed his hand against her cheek, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"My hand is much better than that dead thing."

Yuan Yi leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Aqing, wait for me to come back."