Qiao Yu gently wiped the tears from her face, stood up and sat at the head of the bed without moving, crying quietly, being careful not to make any sound.
Because there was still candlelight in the room, even with his eyes closed, Yan Fu could still detect the little man sitting at the head of the bed and the suppressed crying.
Yan Fu could feel in his heart that the rabbit did not love him. Her obedience was just like a drowning person grabbing at duckweed, because his mood swings made her feel scared.
The man turned over, his inner irritability not diminishing, the violent gene continued to roar within him, and finally he pulled himself up:
"Yu Yuanting, turn off the two lights."
"Hey! Your Majesty!"
I don't know why this master would do such a stupid thing. Why would he guess something else but what the emperor is thinking?
Yu Yuanting was originally worried about Qiao Yu, but when he went out, he secretly saw the emperor taking the empress who was sitting at the head of the bed into his arms.
Ouch! I'm glad you're okay. It seems the Emperor really likes this guy.
Seeing the person in his arms staring at him with eyes wide open in disbelief, Yan Fu's irritability disappeared without a trace, and he deliberately said viciously:
"sleep."
The small disturbance ended with Qiao Yu's golden beans. Yan Fu didn't realize that there was no need for him to be angry with Qiao Yu. She was just a secret enemy.
Yan Fu also didn't realize that his anger seemed a little too easy to appease.
This night was too quiet. It was the first time that Yan Fu did not sleep with Qiao Yu London, but just held her in his arms and slept all night.
The next day, Qiao Yu saw the dark circles under Zhu'er's eyes, and thought that she was really scared yesterday.
"Your Majesty, I was so worried about you last night. Fortunately, the Emperor did not blame you."
The emperor also summoned the concubines according to the positions arranged by Qiao Yu. Zhu'er really didn't understand what the emperor was thinking.
If you care about why the young lady asked her to drink a bowl of contraceptive soup every day, but if you don't care, the charge of guessing the emperor's intentions can be said to be a big deal or a small matter.
After all, Qiao Yu was only a concubine, and the emperor handed over the positions of the young ladies to the young lady, which showed his favor for her.
But without this favor, Qiao Yu would be overstepping the boundaries.
Sufang was also worried, but she didn't express it like Zhu'er. She knew she shouldn't worry about Qiao Yu.
"I don't know what to do either."
Should she be a good wife who doesn't love her husband but helps him, or a jealous woman who loves her husband?
Obviously, Qiao Yu would not choose either of them.
The person in the bronze mirror reflects the beauty's sorrow, her pretty eyebrows are tightly furrowed, making people want to help her smooth them out, hold her in their arms and comfort her.
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