Mistress, please be serious [Quick Transmigration]

Looking at King Qi's appearance, he should be the villain.

The most worrying thing is that the villain has no movement. Who knows what kind of bad water he is secretly holding back.

However, due to her status, she was unable to freely enter and leave the palace, let alone find a way to contact King Qi and find out what his purpose was.

Jing Yaoran didn't seem to be aware of her emotions, and still played with her endlessly.

It's just that on weekdays, he finally looks like a prince.In addition to going to study every day, government affairs are no longer ignored.

He would even go to the palace every day to calm down in the morning and evening, but when he came back, his face was always frosty, as if he didn't get along well with the empress.

This kind of life is also ordinary, and there is nothing wrong with He Yu.It's just seeing Jing Yaoran still busy in front of the case late at night, and remembering the question Jing Yaoran asked her that day, I still can't bear it.

She couldn't help asking herself repeatedly, did she really do the right thing when she didn't respond to Jing Yaoran's inquiry that day?

Did she really have nothing to say to Jing Yaoran?

There is no answer to this question, and there seems to be no answer.

At night, Jing Yaoran was busy with government affairs, and He Yu was by his side.Seeing that the tea was getting cold, he replaced it with hot tea.Seeing that she was tired, he gently rubbed her shoulders and advised her to go to bed earlier.

Jing Yaoran still occasionally pulls her to play tricks like before.No matter when, I never put down the memorial to be dealt with.

Today, Jing Yaoran is still the same as usual, sitting in the study and reading the memorial.There seemed to be some important matter in the memorial, so Jing Yaoran couldn't move his eyes away, and when he was thirsty, he just stretched out his hand to randomly search for the teacup.

He Yu looked at Jing Yaoran who had already probed the sky several times, but still refused to turn his head to see where the teacup was.The memorial has been read to the end of the current page, and he withdrew his hand, and unfolded the memorial to the next page, and continued to concentrate on reading the content above, with a heavy face, unable to stop thinking, and completely forgot about the idea of ​​drinking tea.

Sighing lightly, He Yu replaced Jing Yaoran with hot tea, carefully tested the temperature so as not to burn his mouth, stood aside, and said softly, "Drink some tea."

Jing Yaoran just turned around a little bit, saw that it was her, but only raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and finally took a sip of the tea cup, then turned his head and continued to read the memorial.

He Yu glanced at the memorial, and saw the names of generals and the number of soldiers and horses written densely inside, as if to mobilize soldiers and horses.

She didn't know anything about these things, so she didn't dare to say more, and stood aside again.

Jing Yaoran looked at the memorial, frowned, picked up the ink brush, hesitated to make a decision.Sighing, she turned her head slightly, and glanced at He Yu out of the corner of her eye, only to see that she had imitated the other court ladies, standing aside with a respectful appearance.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and with force in his hand, he dropped a quasi-word on the memorial.

He closed the memorial and threw it aside, but he couldn't put down the ink brush in his hand.

Is she doing it right or wrong?

Before he could think deeply, he heard He Yu beside him say: "It's already the fourth watch, let's go to rest, the same is true for the memorial to be approved at another day."

Jing Yaoran turned his head and saw He Yu who was standing a step away from him. He let out a long breath and said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he just put down the pen, and remained sitting, not getting up.

He Yu wanted to remind again, but worried that Jing Yaoran would be impatient and didn't know how to speak.

"Come here." Jing Yaoran spoke first.

He Yu followed Jing Yaoran's side and walked over, feeling a little embarrassed.

These days, even though the two of them are still walking, sitting and lying together, Jing Yaoran's treatment of her is no longer the same as he used to be with her.

Even though they were intimate, they just took her hand and rubbed it lightly for a few times, and then let her go quickly.

Jing Yaoran spoke again, with a calm tone: "Let me hug you."

He Yu moved forward again and walked to Jing Yaoran's side.

Jing Yaoran turned sideways and stretched out his arms to wrap her around her, but he didn't put any force on his arms, and gently rested his head on He Yu's abdomen.

He Yu touched Jing Yaoran's head and sighed slightly.

"Hug me, will you?" Jing Yaoran's voice was trembling, which made He Yu feel distressed.

Yiyan turned back and hugged Jing Yaoran, but he didn't dare to use force.Even He Yu herself didn't understand whether she was afraid of Jing Yaoran crying on top of her, or if she was afraid of Jing Yaoran's hand holding her.

Or, she was all scared.

It's just that the plot of the story is like this, so what if she is a passer-by who came in to do a mission.

Jing Yaoran leaned against her body, trembling slightly, and He Yu's heart trembled along with it.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but his throat was choked.

She seemed to have fallen into a swamp, and watched the mud flow over her chest, oppressing her so much that she couldn't breathe.Lungs almost burst due to lack of oxygen.

But every struggle can only make her sink a little more.

Unable to call for help, he could only let despair gradually fill his mouth, nose, and even his eyes.In the end, there was only an endless darkness left, which made her unable to break free again.

Jing Yaoran got up from her body, sighed, and said, "It's time to go back and rest."

The sound was as calm as a lake of stagnant water.

He Yu didn't respond, just following behind Jing Yaoran as usual.

But Jing Yaoran didn't go back to his room as usual, instead he walked around and went to the wine cellar.

Jing Yaoran doesn't like to drink, but the eldest princess's mansion still keeps the royal wine brought in as a tribute all year round.She originally disliked that the wine cellar took up too much space, and thought of remodeling this place for other purposes.

Thinking about it now, I am a little glad that I just thought about it and didn't really do it, otherwise it would not be easy to drink some wine at this time.

When the maids and eunuchs saw that the eldest princess was still running to the wine cellar late at night, they all hurriedly followed, fearing that something might go wrong.

Jing Yaoran just chose a jug of wine on his own, held it in his hand, and took He Yu to the garden.

Since the last time I came here, a lot of time has passed. After a little calculation, it is already late spring.

Most of the flowers in the garden have passed their flowering period, and gradually withered. The crumpled petals fell down, sprinkled all over the ground, and spread on the path.

The footsteps stepped on the petals, soft and soft, and there was the sound of dry petals being crushed.

But neither Jing Yaoran nor He Yu had the heart to pay attention to such subtleties, their eyes were full of residual flowers, echoing the thoughts in their hearts, and it was even more uncomfortable, so neither of them said a word.

All the way to the edge of the lake, it is different from what I saw last time. The ice in the water has completely melted, and the fish are not sleeping, swimming leisurely in the water, shuttling under the lotus leaves.

Jing Yaoran carried the wine and led He Yu around the side of the rockery.

Only then did He Yu see that there were also black awning boats prepared by the lake.

There is a gazebo in the middle of the lake, she thought it was just for viewing, but just looking at the appearance, it seems that she can really go up to have a look.

Jing Yaoran took He Yu on the boat, and the eunuch who was the boatman was already waiting, but Jing Yaoran sent the little eunuch away, put down the wine jar, and then He Yu also boarded the boat.

He Yu looked at the oars, a little dazed.

Jing Yaoran probably wants to row the boat by himself.

The awning boat is not small, but also very delicately decorated.There were six eunuchs rowing the boat, and they were replaced by turns to avoid lack of strength.

But Jing Yaoran sent everyone away, this boat...

He Yuzheng was thinking to himself, but Jing Yaoran had already rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on the oars, pushed hard, and actually rowed the boat.

It was not easy to row a boat. Seeing Jing Yaoran's veins exposed, He Yu hurried over to ask for help.Jing Yaoran just smiled, and said: "You should just sit and go, as soon as you see that you have never rowed a boat, be careful not to help."

The moonlight was like water, shining on the two of them, contrasting with Jing Yaoran's shining eyes.

But He Yu didn't dare to covet a moment of joy, lowered his head, walked to Jing Yaoran's side, and took an oar.

It's just that rowing is really rare and beyond her expectation.Because the force of the two oars was no longer even, the awning boat began to spin on the water.

He Yu let go of the oar a little bit, Jing Yaoran looked at her, smiled lightly, and said, "If you like, I can teach you."

Jing Yaoran's words were soft and touching under the moonlight.

Before He Yu could answer, Jing Yaoran's cool fingers had already covered the back of her hand, holding her hand and teaching her how to exert force.

"When rowing a boat, don't just use brute force, but follow it."

Jing Yaoran almost half embraced He Yu in his arms, and the warm breath brushed He Yu's neck, making her itchy, giggling, and shrinking her neck.

Seeing her happy, Jing Yaoran was also very happy, and smiled with her.

Although He Yu was a beginner, his movements were still clumsy, but at least the boat stopped spinning in place.

Boating is a physical activity. Although He Yu has good physical strength, when the boat docked beside the pavilion in the middle of the lake, she was still a little out of breath and her arms trembled a little.

Jing Yaoran looked at her tired appearance, just smiled and said: "You go up first, I'll go and tie the boat."

Seeing that Jing Yaoran was still looking energetic, he stopped worrying and went up to the pavilion first.

Jing Yaoran docked the boat and went in with He Yu.

It was the first time for her to come to this gazebo since she lived in the eldest princess's mansion. She took a look around and found that there was everything in the pavilion, not only wine utensils, but also a stove for heating wine.

Jing Yaoran chuckled lightly and said, "The preparations are complete."

While talking, he poured the wine from the jug into the jug, and even made a fire by himself, and put the jug on the fire to warm the wine.

He Yu watched Jing Yaoran prepare all this and wanted to help, but Jing Yaoran just smiled and patted her hand away.

When the wine was warm, Jing Yaoran poured two glasses of wine, picked up one by himself, pushed the other in front of He Yu, and said, "Have a drink with me."

"Didn't you say you were going to rest?" He Yu looked down at the wine glass, talking about him from left to right.

Jing Yaoran raised his wine glass, drank it in one gulp, shook the empty wine glass at He Yu, and said, "Don't be so disappointing."

He Yu didn't respond, but just looked at Jing Yaoran.

"I'm afraid we won't have the chance to drink together like this again in the future." Jing Yaoran didn't look at He Yu, but turned sideways and looked at the lake.

He Yu only thought that Jing Yaoran was saying that he was going to get married in a few days, and that he might not be able to get along with her like this in the future, so he felt sad and raised his glass to drink the wine.

When the drink was in the mouth, although it was sweet, it couldn't hide the spiciness, and He Yu coughed for a long time.

Seeing her like this, Jing Yaoran was still laughing, causing He Yu to look at Jing Yaoran with sad eyes.

The author has something to say: Thank you dear little angels for their support, the author must work hard to write it down to the end!