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As they were talking, one of the girls was busy using pots and pans to cook some simple and delicious food. At the same time, she did not forget to occasionally cast curious glances outside the door to observe the soldiers in strange uniforms.

After hearing her companion's question, the girl called Qing Rong couldn't help but look up at the figures standing guard outside. She was particularly impressed by a tall and strong male soldier.

But she only took a quick glance and quickly lowered her head, with a shy blush unconsciously appearing on her cheeks.

"Qingrong? What are you staring at?"

Seeing her friend suddenly become dazed, the other girl couldn't help but ask, "You didn't respond when I spoke to you just now."

Hearing the familiar voice awakened her from her reverie, Qing Rong quickly shook her head and said, "Ah, it's okay, I was just distracted for a moment."

In order to avoid the topic from lingering on that memory that had made her heart flutter and blush, Qing Rong calmly changed the topic and asked, "Speaking of which, when do we start dinner?"

"Lan Qian, let's get started quickly!"

Su Yuan urged his companions around him hurriedly, obviously not wanting to drag it on any longer.

"Otherwise you'll be scolded again later."

She sighed, recalling the various reproaches she had received for delaying, her tone filled with a hint of helplessness and caution.

In a palace, the surroundings are magnificent and golden, but also reveal a sense of solemnity.

This is not only a place for office, but also a place to demonstrate imperial power.

Xiao Yanheng was sitting behind a large table. The mountains of documents and memorials on the table forced him to concentrate. He held the brush tightly in his hand and quickly scanned the articles in front of him.

His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, and it was obvious that some of the content made him feel dissatisfied.

However, there were still many important matters on his to-do list, leaving the young monarch no chance to breathe.

On the other side, Su Yuan in the corner of the palace looked like she had nothing to do with being busy.

She was almost completely immersed in her own little world: curled up in a sofa chair that looked extremely soft and comfortable, with a high-quality, light-colored blanket casually covering her legs.

Her attention was drawn to a tablet computer, on which a novel and interesting game was playing.

Despite the busy scene around, the entire hall still maintains a considerable degree of tranquility.

The atmosphere was very harmonious. Although the two were immersed in different things, it did not affect the unique tacit understanding and intimacy between them.

At this moment, there were several light but polite knocks on the door.

"Knock knock--" Although the sound was small, it was clear enough to pass through the heavy wooden door and cause a slight tremor in the huge room.

"come in!"

Hearing someone coming to visit, Xiao Yanheng, who was busy at work, did not look up, but responded in a habitual tone.

Seeing this, Su Yuan realized that the other party might have something important to discuss with Ah Heng, so he immediately stood up from his chair, walked to the door, and prepared to greet the visitor in person.

Soon, the figure of a palace maid slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

Following her were several girls who were also dressed in gorgeous court costumes, with light steps and elegant postures.

One of them was a beautiful girl named Qing Rong.

As soon as she entered the door, Qing Rong subconsciously looked around. It was obvious that she hoped to find the familiar and reassuring figure as soon as possible - Xiao Yanheng.

When she noticed the figure who was in a state of extreme concentration, a smile of relief appeared on her face involuntarily, and she silently prayed that she could see her lover, even if it was just a brief eye contact.

"Qingrong~" Just as he was immersed in his own little happiness, a gentle and soft voice suddenly sounded beside him.

It turned out that her companion Lan Qian was using very small movements to remind her that it was time to move on.

Hearing her friend's call, Qing Rong immediately came to her senses, quickened her pace and walked forward, and quickly and carefully placed the food in her hand on the dining table, which had been prepared to entertain guests or enjoy delicacies during breaks from official business.

As a bystander, Su Yuan chose to remain silent about the entire process, just quietly observing the development of the situation and cooperating accordingly.

After all the maids in charge of delivering meals had left and the palace had returned to calm, Su Yuan slowly approached Xiao Yanheng, who was still busy with his work, and persuaded him in a voice as gentle and caring as possible: "Heng, eat first, and then continue working, okay?"

"Your health is the most important thing. You haven't eaten properly all day."

As she said this, her heart was filled with infinite heartache for this man who always regarded her as more important than anyone else.

As soon as he finished speaking, an unexpected situation occurred: Xiao Yanheng, who was originally writing seriously, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the woman standing in front of him and gently exerted force, causing her to lose control of her center of gravity and fall towards him.

"Oh~" Everything happened so suddenly. When Su Yuan came to her senses, she found that she had completely fallen into a broad and warm embrace.

"Aheng!"

Realizing that something was wrong, she feigned anger and said something coquettishly, but her eyes revealed an unconcealable joy.

"Yuan'er, we haven't been close for two days."

Xiao Yanheng's eyes, filled with mixed feelings of cold and hot, stared at his beloved woman like two twinkling stars. At the same time, he increased the strength of his arms to embrace her to prove his longing after a long separation.

“I miss times like this.”

Without giving her a chance to resist or refute, he lowered his head and directly covered her red lips.

After feeling that the other party obviously had no intention of refusing, Su Yuan finally gave up the idea of ​​resisting, and naturally raised her arms to wrap around the strong neck, and began to respond to this belated intimate gesture.

Feeling her response, Xiao Yanheng became more proactive.

The two hugged and kissed each other tightly, as if there was no one else in the world.

Overflowing emotions flowed between the two of them, like a clear stream merging into a rushing river, which could not be suppressed or stopped.

Xiao Yanheng only felt a burning sensation in his heart, as if a flame was dancing in his chest.

Gradually, Su Yuan felt a little exhausted.

After a long time, Su Yuan leaned on his chest, breathing rapidly, her breathing disordered and weak.

Her heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest.

On the other hand, the fire in Xiao Yanheng's eyes grew brighter.

Those eyes seemed like two never-extinguished flames, flickering with desire and deep love for her.

"Yuan'er, let me hug you."

Hearing this, Su Yuan stopped struggling and just snuggled gently in his arms without moving.