Liang Qingchen pinched her waist lightly and frowned: "Why do I feel that you have lost weight?"

"Have you lost weight? I thought I was fatter." Jiang Muyu lowered his head and touched his waist.

He then put his hand under her skirt.

Jiang Muyu gently slapped his paws away and said angrily, "You are obsessed with sex."

He curled his lips in grievance: "I've been a vegetarian for 665 days, and you still won't let me eat."

I didn't expect that he could calculate so accurately.

She found it somewhat funny.

Jiang Muyu leaned over and stroked his eyebrows with her white fingers. He obediently closed his eyes.

"There's a dark circle under your eyes. Why don't you look in the mirror?"

He opened his eyes and said helplessly, "Where do I have time to look in the mirror? If I hadn't thought of you, I wouldn't have traveled day and night and killed nine horses."

As he spoke, he blinked innocently: "Zhao Zhao, do I look ugly now?"

Jiang Muyu coaxed him: "No, you are the most handsome man in the world. There is no one better looking than you in the world."

Such sweet words made people feel happy. He smiled and said, "Then kiss me."

"They are pushing their limits."

Although she complained, she still went over and gave him a kiss on the face.

He held her waist contentedly and rubbed her cheek like a big coquettish puppy.

After playing for a while, Jiang Muyu urged him to go to sleep: "You must be very tired after running around day and night. Take a good rest tonight."

Liang Qingchen was indeed tired, so he took off his coat and got into the quilt as he was told. He fell asleep in her arms after a while.

Jiang Muyu lay in his arms, leaning on her side, staring at his sleeping face for a long time, feeling that she could never look at him enough.

This is what it feels like to meet someone after a long separation. I feel happy but sad at the same time.

No wonder there is a saying: A short separation makes a new marriage better. For them, perhaps it should be called "A long separation makes love more passionate".

I just don't know how long it will take for him to see me again.

If the original storyline had been followed, they might never see each other again...

Jiang Muyu closed her eyes, thinking that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to go and save him.

Not only for himself, but also for He'er and Tangtang, as well as the millions of Xuancang people who supported him.

…

The next day.

When Liang Qingchen woke up, the room was empty, but the quilt was still warm, so she must have just woken up.

He propped himself up and sat up, drawing aside the curtain, and saw Jiang Muyu sitting in front of her dressing table, drawing her eyebrows.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked behind her wearing only his shirt.

Looking through the bronze mirror, I see the face of the woman in the mirror. Time has left almost no trace on her face. Her eyebrows are as dark as distant ink and her skin is as white as cream.

Seeing him coming, she raised her eyebrows at him in the mirror, and the little red mole at the corner of her eye revealed an indescribable charm.

Liang Qingchen leaned over, gently brushed her soft hair with his slender fingers, and said softly: "Zhao Zhao, can I tie your hair for you?"

"Can you?"

Her question was just a simple question, without any provocation, but somehow it aroused someone's desire to win.

He snorted, "Is there anything I can't do? Just watch."

As he spoke, he went over and rummaged through the dressing table, picking out a peach wood hairpin. He then used a wooden comb to gently comb her hair and began to tie it up in an orderly manner.

Jiang Muyu stared at the man in the mirror fiddling with his things seriously, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

She didn't expect that he could actually braid her hair and do it very well. In the end, he even helped her choose two white jade earrings to match.

"Not bad, you're really good." Jiang Muyu was not stingy in praising him.

But he didn't quite understand: "What brush?"

"Just know that I'm complimenting you." Jiang Muyu stood up and looked him up and down: "Why don't you go change your clothes?"

Liang Qingchen suddenly started to act like a rogue, opened his arms towards her, tilted his head and smiled: "I want you to help me change my clothes yourself."

It's really unfair when he smiles. His eyes are like the summer sun shining on the lake, full of blue waves. The corners of his eyes are slightly upturned, and his thin lips are pursed into a beautiful arc.

So clean that it seems dust-free.

Jiang Muyu admitted that it was easy for her to fall for his smile.

She picked out a crescent-white cross-collared robe for him, tied a wide belt with a cloud pattern of the same color around his waist, and paired it with a wide-sleeved outer robe. Just standing there, he looked like an immortal.

She herself was also wearing a moon-white dress today, which matched perfectly.

Liang Qingchen took advantage of the time when she was fastening her belt to take advantage of her and kissed her on the cheek.

Jiang Muyu glared at him and said, "I have makeup on my face, don't let it get on your mouth, or you'll eat it all when you have breakfast later."

"It's okay." His voice was slightly hoarse, like sand rubbing against the palm of his hand, giving people an indescribable charm: "Zhao Zhao, you smell so good."

"I used a perfume that I created myself."

"perfume?"

"Well, the one we use now is the simpler version, which is made from the essence of fresh flowers. It's not as refined, so the smell fades faster. I'm using the gardenia scent today."

"My Zhao Zhao really knows everything." He moved closer and sniffed again, saying, "But I still like your original scent more."

"Women's body fragrance is indeed quite special." She suddenly became interested when she mentioned this: "I read a book before, and there was a perfume made from the body fragrance of a young girl. It is said that people who smell that fragrance will be unable to stop, and may even reach a level of obsession. Whoever uses this perfume will be followed by others uncontrollably."

"Oh?" He thought about it seriously and asked, "Then how does it extract the body fragrance of young girls?"

"Well... this is a bit cruel. I can't tell you the details, but the girl didn't survive in the end."

"There is no need for such harmful things to exist in the world."

Jiang Muyu smiled and said, "I just saw it by chance. Just treat it as a story. Who would really do such a thing?"

After helping him get dressed, they went out to have breakfast together.

Liang Qingchen came back in a low profile, so it was naturally inconvenient for him to go out.

The situation on the border is unclear now, and the other two countries do not know that Tian Qian's generals have returned to Beijing. If they are discovered by the enemy's spies, war may break out immediately.

The two of them played chess and wrote some calligraphy in the mansion today.

Jiang Muyu's handwriting has become much more beautiful after practicing more. It looks square and neat, and every stroke is neat and tidy.

Liang Qingchen even praised her: "Zhao Zhao's handwriting is much better than Tang Tang's now."

In fact, she didn't know whether it could be considered a compliment.

But the good news is that her chess skills have improved a lot, and she was able to win two out of three games against him.

She felt that Liang Qingchen had fought too many battles and had turned himself into a reckless man, and that he was no longer capable of elegant pursuits such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In the afternoon, she sat in the pavilion, and he lay on her legs, closing his eyes, and sighed: "With a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?"

Jiang Muyu picked a grape from the tray in the hands of the maid next to her, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth: "You are the one with the sweet mouth. I think I know who Tangtang inherited his genes from."

"Hmm-Zhao Zhao doesn't like to hear it?"

"love."

"Love what?"

"Love you."

She blurted it out.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her for a long time.

She did not dodge, but just tilted her eyes towards him, and his appearance was clearly reflected in her eyes.

At this moment, Liang Qingchen felt as if something was blossoming in his heart, and a faint sweetness spread.