"So hardworking?" Xie Jian pulled it out and was about to get out of bed and put it on the table. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the cover, and laughed in anger. Thinking of Ah Heng's righteous look when she lectured him, he flipped open the first page with resentment and looked sideways: "The man opened the door and came in. When he saw the girl he had been thinking about for half an hour on the bed, he suddenly couldn't control his body. Oh my God, he must have been bewitched. They rolled around in bed just last night. What should he do? He can't stop thinking about..."
Xie Jian's face darkened. Wasn't it said that the structure was rigorous and complete, the words were gorgeous and gorgeous, and worthy of appreciation? This is it?
Is Ah Heng still watching?
Xie Jian wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he decided to put it under Ah Heng's pillow. After lying down for a while, he opened his eyes again, kicked the quilt on Ah Heng to the end of the bed, and covered Ah Heng with his own quilt.
It's time to go to sleep.
That night, Chen Heng slept soundly. When she woke up naturally, a young and stern face appeared in her eyes.
He held her in his arms and she nestled in his embrace.
Covered with a quilt?
Xie Jian was a very principled man and had never overstepped the boundaries in all these years, except for that day when he was so angry that he pecked her three times.
Chen Heng glanced at the quilt, and sure enough, it was Xie Jian's quilt. She raised her head slightly and saw that her quilt was kicked behind her. Could it be that she had slept with him on her own initiative?
At this time, Xie Jian opened his eyes and looked at Ah Heng, glancing here and there, with a frown on his face as if he was confused.
Xie Jian knew what she was thinking: "Ouch, my whole body is a little sore. I didn't sleep last night. Chen Heng, what's wrong with you? You have to share a quilt with me?" He really didn't sleep. He was a light sleeper and was not used to sleeping with someone in his arms.
But you'll have to adapt later.
"Is it me?"
"Could it be me?"
"I always sleep in a straight position." Chen Heng came out of his arms and smiled awkwardly. She didn't quite believe that she would have to share the quilt with Xie Jian. She always liked to sleep in a bed alone.
"You mean, I asked you to share a quilt with me?" There was a smile in Xie Jian's eyes, but he must not show it.
Chen Heng thought so, but seeing the dark circles under Xie Jian's eyes, given his personality, he would have pushed her away long ago: "I'll be more careful next time. Hurry up and get up."
Xie Jian got up from the bed and asked casually as he was getting dressed, "Where did you put the three books you took that day?"
Chen Heng subconsciously looked under the pillow, fortunately no corner of the book was exposed: "It's burned, why are you asking this?" It's not a book, why is he still reading it?
Xie Jian looked at her speechlessly: "Nothing, just asking. Just burn it."
"By the way, there was a curfew last night about catching some spies. It has nothing to do with you and Lord Lu, right?" Shen Heng handed him the official uniform.
Xie Jian said calmly, "It's okay. For the past two years, there have been constant unrest on the border. Northern Qi has been eyeing Dazhong covetously, and has sent many spies here. Master, you're not involved in these matters, so you won't be in any danger. Now that I'm the Minister of the Central Secretariat, it's still quite dangerous."
"Northern Qi?" Chen Heng murmured. The Great Cong was replaced by Northern Qi, and then, just eight years later, Northern Qi suddenly fell. She remembered the last emperor was Emperor Xuan of Cong? Emperor Ming of Cong? Or something else entirely.
I really can't remember clearly, after all, she lost more than ten points in the open-book exam.
So which prince inherited the throne?
"What are you thinking about?" Xie Jian was dissatisfied that she was unhappy talking to him, and held her cheeks with both hands.
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