Chapter 138 So, this is what Your Majesty saw before?
Go, go to His Majesty's room to catch up on some sleep?
He Xile opened his mouth wide.
"Why are you looking at me with such a shocked expression? Do you think that with those dark circles under your eyes, no one would know that you didn't sleep well last night?" Wen Jiyu's face was dark.
He glanced around and lowered his voice, "Did that birdman come looking for you again today?"
"Um."
When He Xile thought about what happened last night, he felt a little resentful. "I thought after the showdown, he wouldn't come again." He Xile couldn't help but yawned again.
He rubbed his face and told me what he suspected the birdman was planning. "He's probably trying to torture me in my dreams, starving me to sleep, and force me to compromise." He paused. "Or maybe he's simply angry and wants revenge."
Wen Jiyu's crimson eyes fixed on He Xile's face, which had turned slightly red from being rubbed by him. He sneered, "It seems that birdman has become more flexible than when I first knew him."
He Xile shrugged.
People always change.
I just feel sorry for him.
——Not letting me sleep well is really too much!
He Xile was a little hesitant and wanted to ask if there was any better way to stop the birdman from doing this besides sleeping in His Majesty's room - he couldn't sleep in His Majesty's room every day.
However, when He Xile turned his head, he found that His Majesty was looking straight into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something. After thinking for a while, He Xile did not interrupt the other party's thinking.
Eat first.
Let’s talk about what happens next later.
Wen Ji and His Majesty arrived early and had already eaten breakfast. He rested his chin on one hand and, after thinking about something, quietly watched He Xile eat. Only after they had finished did the esteemed His Majesty stand up and raise his chin, saying, "Let's go."
He Xile paused, jumped off the stool, and said dryly, "Okay."
Is this true or false?
Until now, He Xile is still a little confused.
Going to His Majesty's room... to sleep...
Well.
Although He Xile only saw a reception room when he entered last time, if it was His Majesty's room, there would definitely be only one bed, right? Could he just lie down on it and sleep?
Or should he take the initiative and sleep on the sofa?
He Xile looked dazed all the way up the stairs and walked to the right, but after taking only two steps, his collar was grabbed.
Wen Jiyu narrowed his eyes: "You haven't forgotten what I said at breakfast, have you?"
He Xile: “…No.”
He whispered, "Please let me go to your room to catch up on some sleep."
"So?" Wen Jiyu, "If I remember correctly, my room is in this direction." He tilted his head to the left.
He Xile blinked: "I want to go back and get my pajamas."
……pajamas.
Wen Ji was stunned and found that there was indeed no He Xile's pajamas in his room.
Thinking of this, Wen Ji and His Majesty's expressions froze for a moment, and even a hint of regret flashed across their faces, but soon, His Majesty adjusted his facial expressions.
Wen Jiyu turned around quickly and left his back to He Xile: "I'll wait for you in the room."
He Xile: "Okay."
He returned to his room and simply changed into his pajamas before opening the door and heading across the corridor, hugging his pillow.
The door is not closed.
It should be left by His Majesty for He Xile.
He Xile poked his head out: "Your Majesty, I'm coming in."
"Yeah." A simple response.
He Xile entered the room.
There was no one in the living room, and He Xile didn't wander around to look around. Instead, he took his pillow and put it on the sofa. The sofa didn't look like it was often used, and it didn't feel soft to the touch. It was probably not very comfortable to sleep on.
But as long as he could get a good night's sleep, there was no need for him to be so picky.
He Xile was thinking in his heart, and just as he was about to lie down, he saw the bedroom door not far away was opened.
Wen Jiyu frowned: "Why are you dawdling? Why don't you come in yet..."
Halfway through his words, he saw He Xile lying on the sofa and the pillows He Xile had just arranged.
Raising an eyebrow, Wen Jiyu crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him: "Are you planning to sleep there?"
Although His Majesty used a question, He Xile keenly realized that if he dared to say "yes", he would definitely be kicked out of the room by His Majesty, and he would never have the chance to come in again.
He Xile quickly replied: "I'll be right there."
He picked up the pillow at the end of the sofa and walked over quickly. Facing the emperor's glare, He Xile said sincerely, "I'm just trying to see if the sofa is comfortable for you."
Wen Jiyu sneered.
He obviously didn't believe He Xile's nonsense and asked slowly, "Oh, so what was Mr. He Xile's final conclusion?"
He Xile: "...That's definitely not as comfortable as a bed."
Wen Jiyu snorted from his nose: "It's obvious." Then he made way and let He Xile enter the bedroom.
The thick curtains in the room were drawn, making the entire bedroom very dim. Only the two wall lamps at the head of the bed emitted warm light. He Xile immediately felt that this environment was very suitable for sleeping.
He surveyed the room.
Unlike the ordinary and alienated feeling given by the living room, the bedroom is more like His Majesty's home.
——There are obviously more things in here than outside, and they are arranged a little messily, but there is order in the chaos, which reminds He Xile of his home in China, and he immediately feels full of familiarity.
Walking two steps further inside, you can see countless express boxes neatly stacked in the corner. Obviously, His Majesty is not only unrestrained when giving gifts to He Xile, but also when buying things for himself.
Your Majesty's bed looks bigger than He Xile's, but it is just as soft and comfortable.
He Xile sat on the edge of the bed under Wen Jiyu's sight, and his eyes immediately fell on the paper-carved lamp placed beside the bed.
It was the birthday gift that He Xile gave to Wen Ji and His Majesty.
He couldn't help but curl his eyes.
"Go to sleep. I have some things to take care of in the living room. If you need anything, just come out and tell me." Wen Ji and Ben were about to turn around and leave, but something occurred to them and they added, "This place is covered by my spiritual power, so nothing will go wrong. Sleep peacefully."
He Xile: "Okay."
Wen Jiyu stood at the door, glanced at He Xile's exposed calves after she got on the bed, and then quickly looked away.
There was a soft "bang" sound.
The bedroom door was closed.
He Xile lay on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the magnificent skylight on the ceiling. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his nostrils were filled with the scent of His Majesty.
He slid down, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
Perhaps it was the faint fragrance in the room, or perhaps it was because he was too tired, He Xile fell asleep almost immediately.
Outside the door.
The guard knocked on the door and entered the room, noticing something unusual about His Majesty today—he wasn't in his octopus form in his own room. He didn't question him, however, and continued his usual reporting on the various matters presented by the ministers and nobles. As he spoke, he noticed that His Majesty seemed rather absent-minded, his attention completely unfocused, and he would occasionally glance at the bedroom door.
He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the door.
Two seconds later, His Majesty tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair: "Keep your voice down."
Guard: “?”
His voice is also... not loud?
Realizing something, the guard lowered his voice, and sure enough, he saw a look of satisfaction on His Majesty's face.
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He Xile slept very comfortably. The temperature was just right and he didn't dream anything. When he opened his eyes again, four hours had passed - it was noon and time for lunch.
Although I only slept for four hours, the quality was much better than the whole night before.
He Xile had a happy look on his face and stretched comfortably on the bed. Then he realized that this was His Majesty's room. He curled up into a ball almost instantly and looked around.
fortunately.
He was still the only one in the room.
——It seems that he can relax a little without worrying about His Majesty seeing his inappropriate side.
He Xile reluctantly got up after lifting the warm quilt. He tidied his clothes and hair, and waited until he looked more presentable before walking to the door and opening it a little.
Without much searching, He Xile spotted His Majesty, who was sitting on a soft chair near the window, his body slightly tilted, his head propped up on his hand, taking a nap. He sat casually, his legs crossed, his black cloak covering most of his body. His ruby-red eyes were closed, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a small shadow.
He Xile blinked.
Is it because he occupies the bed in the room that Your Majesty sleeps here?
He couldn't help but clutch the corner of his clothes with his hands, standing there without making a sound. Before he could decide whether to tiptoe away or tell His Majesty that he was awake, His Majesty's eyelashes trembled on the soft chair, and he had already opened his eyes.
"woke up?"
There was no trace of sleepiness in the other person's voice. Instead, he was very awake and sounded as if he was not asleep.
He Xile loosened the wrinkled corner of his pajamas. He reached out and opened the door completely, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty." He said in a nonchalant tone, "It's time for lunch. I'll go back to my room to change, and then we'll go eat together."
"Yeah." Wen Ji and His Majesty spoke in a lazy voice.
His beautiful eyes lingered on He Xile's face: "I'll wait for you in the corridor."
He Xile nodded. After he said goodbye to His Majesty and walked out of the room, he quickly raised his hand and touched his face - it seemed that there was nothing on it.
Then what was Your Majesty looking at him for just now?
He Xile was puzzled and simply stopped thinking about it. He went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth again. When he faced the mirror, he found that there were several obvious red marks on his face, which had not disappeared until now.
It should be the mark left by the face pressing on the pillow when I was sleeping.
He Xile was a little confused.
...So, this is what Your Majesty was looking at before?
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