Hearing him say that, Jiang Jiang also sat down beside the couch.
His tall nose was buried in her palm, and his warm breath brushed the most delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, causing a slight itch.
Jiang Jiang didn't move, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Fu Yao's face - at this moment, he had lost his usual gloom, and his lips showed some red color due to deep sleep, and he looked like an ordinary handsome young man.
But even though Sun Jinlu wisely brought an embroidered cushion for her to sit on, the feeling of having her palms pressed for a long time was still uncomfortable. Jiang Jiang even felt numb because of the lack of blood circulation.
Jiang Jiang wanted to move him closer and sit on the dragon couch, but he didn't know where to start.
After all, such actions are no longer impulsive.
Even in her sleep, Fu Yao seemed to be able to sense the source of heat, and his head slowly leaned against the side of her legs.
Jiang Jiang blinked, feeling that there was a chance, so she made up her mind, supported his cheek with her palm and placed it on her thigh.
The other person's eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to wake up.
Jiang Jiang caught a glimpse of Sun Jinlu's murderous look from the corner of his eye.
But even in his dream, Fu Yao should have known whether the treatment he received was good or bad. He found a comfortable position and fell asleep again.
When the sound of even breathing was heard, Sun Jinlu felt like he had been pardoned.
It's okay.
It's just that the posture of the two of them looks a bit ambiguous.
The emperor's face was pressed against Miss Jiang's leg, his hand still holding her wrist tightly. Even though he was not fully grown yet, he was a head taller than the girl, and he had to get into her arms.
Sun Jinlu: “…”
He felt that his presence here was superfluous, but he did not dare to leave the emperor and Miss Jiang alone, so he could only stand there and watch, acting as a decoration.
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Fu Yao hasn't felt this way for a long time.
I opened my eyes in the dim environment, and the bedding beside me still had a temperature that did not belong to me.
He seemed to have slept for a while, and the pain in his head was relieved a little because of the sleep, and it no longer felt like a stabbing pain.
...How long had it been since I felt this relaxed? Fu Yao couldn't remember.
He sat up, took the teacup handed to him by the palace servant, took a sip, and asked in a voice still slightly hoarse, "What time is it?"
Sun Jinlu's deliberately low voice came from the side: "Your Majesty, it's three quarters past three in the morning."
Fu Yao was startled, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the brocade quilt beside him that was still warm - he had actually slept for a full six hours.
The night outside the window was still as dark as ink, and there was only a single candle left in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, flickering faintly.
From his remaining memories, he seemed to have asked Jiang Jiang to give him a massage.
Where is the present person?
The warmth of the woman's fingertips seemed to still remain on his temples and between his eyebrows, causing him to close his eyes somewhat uncomfortably.
Sun Jinlu: "There is still some time before the court session. Your Majesty, please rest for a while."
Fu Yao wanted to, but when he lay on the bed, he always wanted to lean on the place that still had the body temperature of another person, but the temperature would disappear.
When he stood up just now, he lost all the warmth there.
So I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
But this should be the appearance of himself that he is familiar with.
Fu Yao simply stood up to review the memorials.
"When did she... leave?" Fu Yao's voice was a little hoarse.
Sun Jinlu lowered his head and said amiably: "Jiang Yuzi stayed on duty until two o'clock. Seeing that the emperor was fast asleep, I dared..." He stole a glance at the emperor's expression, "I dared to let Yuzi go back to Chuxiu Palace first." After all, it was against the rules for the empress to stay in the Yangxin Palace.
He changed the way he addressed Jiang Jiang, and was relieved to see that the emperor had no intention of correcting him.
Two quarters of an hour.
No wonder there is still warmth on the pillow.
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