It was the first time that Hao Siming faced Xiyao face to face, and he was a little hesitant to speak, so he had to leave the answer to Qing'e.
"You're not here for military affairs?" Xi Yao asked subconsciously with a frown. In her opinion, it's impossible for a prince of a country to do such a thing, and the reason for doing such a thing can only be for the military affairs of the neighboring country.
After seeing Sheng Mozhao, she couldn't help but want to protect him. If this was a beauty trap set up by Sheng Mozhao, Xiyao felt that she would be finished sooner or later.
No, it's over...
She raised her eyes and looked towards the bedroom. When she thought that the man who might be using his beauty to seduce her was sleeping soundly in her bedroom, her heart felt filled. This was a feeling she had never experienced in the past twenty years of her life.
It's new, wonderful, and irresistible.
"General, Your Highness is afraid of the cold."
Qing'e did not directly answer Xiyao's question, because from the subtle expression on Xiyao's face it was enough to tell that Xiyao would convince himself, and there was no need for her to intervene and say anything more.
Looking at the snowflakes falling heavier and heavier outside the window, and hearing Qing'e's words, Xiyao's heart tightened. He left the study and returned to the bedroom. Seeing the person curled up on the bed, a feeling of guilt hit his heart.
In the study, Hao Siming gave Qing'e a thumbs-up. "Fairy Qing'e, you are my idol! How did you know what words would move the heart of the First God?"
"You have written so many storybooks, don't you know about love?" Qing'e looked at him sideways.
"Oh no! I'm not new to writing romance books. Before I got promoted, I was writing about animals cultivating to become demons and gods. I never came across romance. It was all about cultivation..."
"......" So how did you get promoted...
"No, didn't the master take the notebook from your Siming Palace this time? Wasn't it you who wrote it?"
Hao Siming shook his head when he heard this. "I haven't written much. I gave them all to Lord Mo Zhao when he came that day. But he didn't like any of my works, so he picked this one. Maybe it was written by the predecessor Siming."
How could the book written by the previous Sima Ming possibly involve Lord Sheng Quan? This is obviously...
Qing'e couldn't help but widen her eyes, as if she knew something extraordinary.
Could this book be written by Lord Sheng Quan himself?
Oh my god, this is too bloody...
"Fairy Qing'e, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, go and rest. If nothing goes wrong, you still have to act with the adults tomorrow."
"Acting? What kind of acting?"
"...Forget it, I'll just see how things go tomorrow." Qing'e saw that Hao Siming could not be relied upon, so she didn't intend to force it, in case something went wrong and the adults got upset.
In the bedroom on the other side, Xiyao washed himself up, then stood in front of the bed and hesitated for a while. He still couldn't resist the excitement growing in his heart, so he lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down.
As soon as he lay down, Sheng Mozhao came up to him, smelling his scent.
Xiyao's back was stiff, he dared not move, only his heart was beating rapidly.
After finding a comfortable position, Sheng Mozhao fell into a deep sleep, but it was a pity for Xiyao.
On the one hand, she told herself that they were a legal couple and could do even more intimate things, but on the other hand, she told herself that Sheng Mozhao was just acting unconsciously after falling asleep, and if she did anything, it would seem ungentlemanly.
…
No, I'm a woman, not a gentleman...
Never mind!
She hugged Sheng Mozhao sideways. Sheng Mozhao was only wearing underwear. He was thin but not skinny. Through the silk underwear, Xiyao's hands moved around Sheng Mozhao's body with familiarity. She was so familiar with the movements that even she was surprised.
Until a moan was heard, Xiyao's absent-minded mind was struck by lightning, his scalp went numb, and the muscles in his body, which had just relaxed with great difficulty, tensed and stiffened again.
As if she had done something bad, Xiyao hugged Sheng Mozhao and didn't dare to move. She just held him like that, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.
After a good night's sleep, Sheng Mozhao opened his sleepy eyes and saw his daughter Xixi staring blankly at the ceiling with a pair of cold eyes.
"Ahem"
Sheng Mozhao turned over, and the cold winter wind squeezed in through the gaps. Sheng Mozhao coughed twice.
"Have you caught a cold?" Hearing the voice, Xi Yao quickly leaned sideways and raised his upper body to see Sheng Mozhao's condition. What caught his eye were Sheng Mozhao's sparkling eyes.
Suddenly, Sheng Mozhao curled his lips and smiled, as bright as the stars.
Pop.
There was a sound like water drops falling on the quilt. Xiyao looked down and saw a drop of bright red blood right below his sight.
Xiyao raised his hand and swept his eyes over his people, seeing bright red, "..." No way, is this so embarrassing?
Sheng Mozhao looked down at himself, then looked up at Xiyao, thinking: My shirt is not open, nothing is exposed, why is Xixi bleeding from the nose?
Seeing Sheng Mozhao's confusion, Xiyao tilted his head and coughed lightly, explaining: "Winter, dry, too dry."
"Where is this?"
In order to ease Xiyao's embarrassment, Sheng Mozhao changed the subject and looked around. He understood that this was his Xixi's bedroom.
Of course~ It’s worthy of being her Xixi. She will bring the thing back to her nest as soon as she sees it fall in love with it.
"This is my bedroom." What if he asks me why I brought him here?
"I"
"Your Highness, there is no need to ask. Xiyao was blinded by lust and overstepped his bounds." Xiyao thought Sheng Mozhao was going to ask, so he interrupted him directly.
"Ah?" Sheng Mozhao was stunned.
"Isn't that what Your Highness wants to ask?"
"What's there to ask? You and I are a legitimate couple. Living in the same room and sleeping on the same bed is a natural thing. Don't you think so, General?"
Xiyao was choked by his question. She pursed her lips and didn't dare to answer shamelessly. She could only nod as a response.
"General, what time is it?"
Xiyao heard this, got up from the bed, opened the window a crack, turned around and said: "It's time."
"No wonder my stomach is growling," Sheng Mozhao muttered softly.
"Hungry?"
Sheng Mozhao nodded.
"Then let's get up and wash up first. I'll ask the servants to prepare breakfast." Xi Yao originally wanted to call a maid in to help Sheng Mozhao wash up, but when she saw Sheng Mozhao's expression, she changed her mind when the words were on the tip of her tongue.
While washing up, every time Xiyao was stunned by some unconscious or subconscious movement, Sheng Mozhao couldn't help laughing.
Even if you don’t remember a habit that has been formed for thousands of years, the physical habits engraved in your soul will never be forgotten.
Am I possessed? Why is this hand so out of control, automatically reaching for the handkerchief to wipe Sheng Mozhao's face, and tying his hair so effortlessly?
Until breakfast was served, Xiyao was staring at his palms with thin calluses in a daze, unable to understand why.
"Aren't you hungry, General?"
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