"Don't you know what kind of person I am? The old emperor must have bad intentions in doing this."
"Besides, I can't serve a princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth."
"This Princess Qinghe must have also received the news that she was going to marry a soldier like me, so she actually ran away from home."
"I'm worried that she might come to Shuozhou, so I've asked Zhuzi to send someone to secretly follow her and prevent her from coming to me!"
"Madams, I am so frank, you can rest assured now!"
Seeing that the two women seemed to suspect that he was after wealth and status and trying to climb up the social ladder, Zhao Muyun made his attitude clear.
"We'll believe you for now!"
Huan Naxue covered her mouth and smiled, "I'm a little sleepy. Sister Ruolan will trouble you to help me change clothes tonight."
After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye, leaving the space to Zhao Muyun and Bai Ruolan.
Bai Ruolan knew very well that a short separation was better than a new marriage, and tonight was destined to be a vigorous baby-making event.
Zhao Muyun smiled, stood up and said, "Ruolan, it's still early, I have to go take care of some official documents first!"
"My dear husband, please go. I will take a bath and wait for you!"
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Zhao Muyun's study was brightly lit.
After dealing with the pile of military documents, he rubbed his swollen temples.
When I heard the sound of the clapper outside, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
"Oh, Ruolan, haven't you been waiting for a long time?"
He stood up hurriedly.
squeak!
The study door was gently pushed open, and Bai Ruolan walked in with a bowl of warm soup.
She was wearing a simple and elegant skirt, and in the candlelight, her skin looked whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes looked like a painting.
"Husband, it's late, let's have a bowl of ginseng soup!"
Her voice was soft and full of concern, and she was not angry at all because Zhao Muyun could not wait.
Zhao Muyun looked at the gentle woman in front of him. The sharpness of his killing and decisiveness during the day faded away quietly, and his eyes softened a lot:
"Thank you for your hard work, Ruolan."
"My husband is responsible for tens of thousands of people in the school lieutenant's mansion. This is the hardship of the formation! My husband, please sit down and let me massage you!"
Bai Ruolan placed the soup bowl on the table, walked behind Zhao Muyun, and gently pressed her soft hands on his temples, massaging them with moderate force.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and the warmth and moderate strength of his fingertips gradually relaxed Zhao Muyun's tense nerves.
Neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the study were the soft crackling of the candlelight and the sound of each other's breathing close to each other.
A silent warmth flows quietly in the quiet night.
Zhao Muyun closed his eyes, feeling the rare tranquility and support.
Suddenly, Bai Ruolan sat up.
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