Hua Qingcheng held Mu Lige's hands, stopping him from dressing her. This once handsome man now had a watermelon belly, and Hua Qingcheng didn't want him to get tired.
"You are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish? Qingqing, I am not tired, and I feel very happy to be with you like this."
Mu Lige clasped Hua Qingcheng's hands in his own big palms and rubbed them against her ears.
"Okay. I'll get up early tomorrow and help you get dressed. After I leave, you can lie back down and catch up on some sleep."
Hua Qingcheng kissed Mu Lige's lips, and then let him put on her new Imperial College student uniform.
Hua Qingcheng wore a light blue cross-collared, pipa-sleeved brocade jacket with delicate embroidery, an indigo brocade skirt, and a light blue ribbon tied around her hair. She lost some of her usual heroic air, and instead exuded a gentle, refined, and scholarly air.
"Brother Li, how did I become like this?"
Hua Qingcheng looked at her own attire in the polished bronze mirror, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She felt that if she fought with someone, she would probably lack some momentum.
"I think it's good."
Mu Lige forced himself to suppress the upward curve of his lips. It was rare to see his wife being so gentle and ladylike.
It seems that all students in the Imperial College must wear the school uniform, regardless of their status. This rule is quite good. Mu Lige secretly complained in his heart.
After the previous "miscarriage banquet" incident, the emperor has now specially approved the use of the small kitchen in the Eastern Palace, and from now on there is no need to let the imperial kitchen distribute food and drink.
At six quarters past the hour of Mao, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly finished her breakfast and boarded the carriage to the Imperial College, starting her first day of school in ancient times.
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