Outside the window.
Xiang Song looked up at the wide eaves opposite him, walked over, squatted down slightly, and suddenly stood up.
Xiangyang followed closely behind and leaped up.
The beams under the eaves were thick, and Xiang Song found a comfortable spot to sit down.
Following closely behind, Xiangyang saw Xiangsong leaning against the beam with his arms crossed, looking like he was about to take a nap.
He sat down next to Xiang Song and whispered, "Boss, don't fall asleep, the master will be out soon."
Xiang Song, half-closing his eyes, said, "Don't worry, Master won't be out for a while."
When he handed the bundle to his master, there was no sound of breathing in the room, so he concluded that Miss Jiang was not in the room.
His master hadn't seen the girl for several days, and he was certain that his master would be sitting in the room waiting for her to return.
Xiangyang didn't approach the window, so he was unaware of what was happening inside.
He shook his head firmly, "You're overthinking it. Miss Jiang isn't that kind of person, and Master never gets close to women."
"You're overthinking it," Xiang Song said, closing his eyes.
Seeing that Xiang Song was resting with his eyes closed and ignoring him, Xiang Yang looked down and glanced at the opposite side.
The windows were closed, and the night wind blew outside, rustling the leaves. No sound could be heard from the house across the street.
"Master, you want to give the young lady a gift, but you didn't choose a good time. It's so inconvenient so late at night."
Xiangyang's complaints went on and on, and Xiangsong, with his eyes closed, said, "Master, you didn't see all the things that happened during the day."
"Then we can send someone to deliver it."
Hearing Xiang Yang's unromantic words, Xiang Song opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know why you still don't have a wife?"
"What does this have to do with anything?"
Xiangyang didn't think so. He had regular features and a tall, straight figure, so finding a wife would be easy for him. He just wasn't planning on finding a wife right now.
Xiang Song chuckled mischievously, "It's a big deal. You don't even know how to coax a girl, how are you going to get a wife?"
“I disagree with what you’re saying, boss. We’re in the same boat. You’re single too, aren’t you?” Xiangyang’s words hit Song right where it hurt.
"Can we be compared? I'm busy like a spinning top every day. The Imperial Guard is full of men. Where am I supposed to find a girl?"
"Tch! Boss, your thinking is too narrow. As the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, there are plenty of ministers who want to curry favor with you. As long as you pay attention to which girl suits your taste, just go and visit her. I guarantee it will work out."
Xiang Song turned his head and asked, "Which minister's daughter have you taken a fancy to? Should I speak to the Emperor and ask him to arrange a marriage for you?"
Xiangyang: "No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Inside the house.
Xiao Jingzhao waited for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but Jiang Shuyue still hadn't returned.
He simply leaned back on the small couch and closed his eyes to rest.
The rose scent filling the room was relaxing, and before long, Xiao Jingzhao drifted off to sleep.
He heard the sound of beaded curtains and slowly opened his eyes.
Jiang Shuyue, with her long hair flowing and wearing a thin silk robe, walked towards him.
Her curvaceous figure was faintly visible beneath the sheer silk robe.
Xiao Jingzhao's throat tightened at the sight, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Yue Niang."
Jiang Shuyue smiled gently and extended her fair wrist to him, "Your Majesty, if you are tired, why don't you go to bed and rest?"
"I can..."
The invitation thrilled him, and his blood boiled.
The woman before me had a bright smile and her eyes were filled with tenderness.
She walked gracefully toward him, her slender fingers about to touch his face.
"Yue Niang..."
He reached out and pulled her soft body firmly into his arms.
"Moon Maiden, shall we get married?"
She pulled her arms closer, and soft lips pressed against hers.
With her warm fragrance filling his arms, at this moment, burning passion and possessiveness burst forth like demons from their cages. He wished he could press her delicate body down beneath him and devour her whole.
He couldn't help but reach his large hand under the gossamer-thin silk robe.
"Bang!"
Xiao Jingzhao jolted awake and opened his eyes. He saw that he was holding a small blanket on the soft couch in his arms with one hand, and had knocked over a teacup on the small table next to the couch with the other.
Sensing something amiss in his body, he looked down, his robes billowing high between his legs.
***
It turned out to be a spring dream in winter.
Worried that Jiang Shuyue would see his embarrassing state when she returned, Xiao Jingzhao quickly placed the small blanket on his lap.
That was close...
If this dream continued, he couldn't imagine how he would ever leave this room.
Recalling the soft waist in his dream, his hand unconsciously twisted the small blanket.
So, the soft blanket I was hugging in my dream was actually a real blanket?
Xiao Jingzhao's ears turned bright red. He couldn't wait any longer; it would be incredibly embarrassing if she saw his erection.
Xiao Jingzhao quickly closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, he remained standing even after circulating his energy through a small circuit.
Looking up, I saw a kettle behind the teacup he had knocked over.
Half a cup of tea was spilled onto the coffee table, and the tea dripped onto the floor like beads from a broken string.
Xiao Jingzhao held the small blanket with one hand, lifted the teacup with the other, and then picked up the kettle and shook it.
Fortunately, there was still half a kettle of water left.
Xiao Jingzhao picked up the kettle and took a few big gulps.
The water in the kettle had long since cooled down; as soon as the cold water went down, the heat in my body was extinguished, just like a raging fire.
Once his body showed no further abnormalities, he put down the blanket, got up, and walked to the window.
Outside the window, two dark figures gracefully descended.
"Is Master finished? No, is he done talking?" Xiang Yang shook his head, wishing he could slap himself.
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