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Waves of hunger hit Zhao Fanghua, and he turned over. The bamboo lady in his hand had been kicked aside at some point, and he hugged a thin quilt tightly in his arms.
Midsummer has quietly come to an end. The temperature is still high during the day, but the chill has begun to appear in the early morning.
The chirping of insects outside the window woke her up. Zhao Fanghua opened her eyes and saw not the starry sky mosquito net she had bought online, but a nude pink gauze net with a layer of crystal bead curtain outside.
She was dazed for a moment, and then her consciousness gradually returned.
Yes, she is now in another world, no longer the senior intern Zhao Fanghua, but the eldest princess Zhao Fanghua.
She was no longer alone, as she had a younger brother who shared half the same blood with her.
A smile appeared on Zhao Fanghua's lips. He pulled the quilt up to cover his cheeks and laughed secretly under the quilt.
She was so excited that she didn't drag her feet as usual after getting up. Instead, she quickly washed and dressed, not even bothering to have breakfast. She hurried out the door, holding up her skirt.
The words "Don't be afraid, sister, I'm here" that kept repeating in her dream last night made her walk faster, and she couldn't wait to see that person.
Before Zhao Fanghua arrived at Wanhe Hall, he saw Zhao Qinglan's guard of honor from afar. At a glance, he spotted Zhao Qinglan in the crowd. He was wearing a yellow court robe with dragon patterns and a crown on his head. He had a solemn expression, and his brows were filled with the majesty of an emperor.
Perhaps he felt something in his heart, Zhao Qinglan suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze passed through the crowd, and he saw the pretty girl in the morning light.
He was obviously startled, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then turned into joy. He walked quickly towards Zhao Fanghua, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised: "Sister, why are you here at this hour? Have you had breakfast?"
Zhao Fanghua saw him walking towards her, her heart warmed, and she smiled: "No, I was in a hurry to see you."
The guards and eunuchs accompanying the emperor were all smart people. Seeing this situation, they had already silently stepped back a few steps, lowered their heads silently, and left a small world where no one could disturb them.
Zhao Fanghua tilted his head and looked at the honor guard behind him, and asked doubtfully, "Are you going to court?"
Zhao Qinglan paused, "I've already left court."
"So early?" Zhao Fanghua blurted out in disbelief. "It's only the seventh, um... hour of the morning. You're leaving court so early? Then what time do you have to get up?"
Zhao Qinglan smiled slightly, seemingly unsurprised by her ignorance. Instead, he patiently explained, "I usually get up at 11:00 AM, attend court at 12:00 AM, and have breakfast at 11:00 AM."
Zhao Fanghua thought to herself, Yinshi is from 3 to 5 o'clock, which is even earlier than when she was in her third year of high school. She really gets up earlier than the chickens.
Being an emperor must be too hard. Thinking of this, Zhao Fanghua looked at Zhao Qinglan with a hint of pity: What a poor boy.
Although Zhao Qinglan didn't understand Zhao Fanghua's loving look, he guessed that she was probably caring for him, so he comforted her, "I've been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it."
After saying that, he coughed lightly, unconsciously turned his head slightly and asked, "Since Sister hasn't eaten yet, would you like to join me?"
It happened that Zhao Fanghua was feeling greedy at this moment, so he quickly nodded in agreement.
Seeing Zhao Fanghua nod, Zhao Qinglan's smile deepened. He naturally walked side by side with her and slowly walked into the hall.
The morning light cast their shadows on the ground, sometimes overlapping due to their staggered steps.
"Sister, you got up early today." He tilted his head and looked at her with his eyebrows slightly lowered. His voice was no longer as cold as it was in the morning court, but became much gentler.
"I woke up naturally because I was thinking about something." Zhao Fanghua pursed her lips and smiled, and couldn't help but look up at him secretly.
The emperor's awe-inspiring aura faded, and at this moment his brows and eyes were relaxed, revealing him to be a handsome and gentle young man.
She remembered the peace of mind he felt when he carried her on his back last night, and also remembered Yingluo's exaggerated description of his focused expression when he carefully applied medicine to her. A feeling of mixed relief and pride quietly filled her heart.
It's a wonderful feeling.
She grew up alone and never thought that one day she would have such a brother who was so noble and treated her so sincerely.
He called her "Sister" so caringly, and his trust and protection made her feel a sense of responsibility and kindness as a sister.
As she looked at him, she couldn't help but have a satisfied look on her face, as if to say, "My younger brother has grown up." She felt that the young emperor was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye. Even the slight sway of the hem of his court robes when he walked looked particularly beautiful.
Zhao Qinglan was so perceptive that he had already noticed her occasional glances at him. The admiration contained in her glances was not concealed at all, which made him secretly happy.
He also slowed down his pace and started chatting. The two of them talked and laughed all the way to the palace gate.
Zhao Qinglan instructed Li Xi: "My elder sister will have dinner here today. Please ask the kitchen to add some of her favorite dishes." His tone was ordinary, but considerate.
Zhao Fanghua listened and tilted her head to look at his angular profile. The morning light cast a soft halo on him. The sister-brother friendship that had just sprouted in her heart last night took root deeper and stronger.
This journey to another world may never be cold and lonely again.
As soon as the two of them finished breakfast, Zhao Qinglan had to deal with government affairs, review memorials, and summon ministers. This was the first time that Zhao Fanghua had participated so directly in the emperor's day, and he was really busy non-stop.
Zhao Fanghua secretly despised herself in her heart. It turned out that he wasn't just trying to fool her when he said he was busy. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty towards Zhao Qinglan.
"Alan... so you really are busy. I used to think you were deliberately ignoring me... I even cursed you a lot in secret..." Zhao Fanghua felt more and more embarrassed as she spoke, and hurried to make amends, "But I will never do this again!"
Zhao Qinglan was silent for a moment. In fact, what Zhao Fanghua said was right. He had indeed deliberately left her alone before.
He felt embarrassed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he followed Zhao Fanghua's words and said, "It's okay. The past is the past. My sister and I will be fine from now on."
Zhao Fanghua nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, my sister and I are both fine!"
Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly when he heard the word "sister and brother". It was clearly the result of his patient persuasion, but now when he heard these two words, he inexplicably felt a little unhappy.
This dissatisfaction did not dissipate with time, but instead settled deeper and deeper in his heart. Even the mountains of memorials and the busy government affairs could not make him forget it for a moment.
Zhao Fanghua yawned at the right time, which immediately attracted the distracted Zhao Qinglan.
He looked at Zhao Fanghua, who was sitting on a chair beside him and yawning boredly, and said, "Sister, if you are sleepy, go back and rest first."
Zhao Fanghua quickly waved her hands, "No, no, I just want to look at you."
At this time, Zhao Fanghua cherished her younger brother very much and wished to make up for all the lost time between them.
Once Zhao Fanghua started to daydream, his thoughts drifted away without anyone knowing where.
Although no one knows why Zhao Qinglan has not married and has a harem even though he is already eighteen years old, there will always be a day when his harem will swell up like a balloon and be filled with three thousand beauties.
As a high-intensity surfer of the new era, Zhao Fanghua expressed her determination not to be an annoying sister-in-law.
After Zhao Qinglan gets married, she should be able to ask him to give her some good-looking, well-born, talented, and strong men to fill her Princess Mansion.
So thinking about it, they don't have much time to be alone together like today.
Thinking of this, Zhao Fanghua sighed.
Zhao Qinglan keenly sensed Zhao Fanghua's mood had suddenly become low. He put down his pen and asked with concern, "What's wrong, sister?"
Zhao Fanghua shook his head, supporting his chin with one hand and looking at Zhao Qinglan who was sitting high up in the distance.
Although it was daytime, the hall was not well lit and the candlelight was still bright. Zhao Qinglan's delicate face looked particularly beautiful in the candlelight.
"I just don't know how long I can see such a beautiful face..."
Moreover, as he gets up earlier than the chickens every day without any holidays all year round, he must be aging quickly.
That won’t work. Men’s flowering period is very short to begin with, and it can’t be shortened any further.
Zhao Fanghua sat up straight abruptly, and looked Zhao Qinglan up and down with her bright almond-shaped eyes.
Her gaze swept from the corners of his slightly tired eyes to his slightly dry lips, and finally stopped at his handsome face which bore some signs of hard work.
"No, absolutely not!" She suddenly blurted out without any reason, her tone firm.
Zhao Qinglan was startled by her sudden seriousness, but before she could ask, she saw Zhao Fanghua rushing out of the hall with her skirt lifted up.
She called out, "Eunuch Li, quickly arrange for someone to pick a few of the thickest aloe vera leaves! And have the kitchen send over two chilled cucumbers. Hurry!"
Although Li Xi was confused by Zhao Fanghua's order, he immediately gave it.
In just a cup of tea, all the necessary items were ready.
Zhao Fanghua pushed Zhao Qinglan to sit on the soft couch by the window, rolled up her sleeves, and began to tinker with it herself. She first cut the aloe vera neatly and beat out the gelatin, and then cut the cucumber into thin slices.
Zhao Qinglan watched her busy work with great interest. She carefully poured the aloe vera gel into the jade bowl, and then added a few drops of essential oil that she had found from somewhere. She lowered her head and stirred it gently with a focused expression.
"Sister, what are you going to do?" he finally couldn't help but asked with a smile.
"Let you stay young forever!" Zhao Fanghua said without even looking up, her tone filled with excitement. "Look at you day in and day out, sleeping later than a dog and waking up earlier than a chicken. Even a body made of iron can't stand this kind of exhaustion. Men's blooming period is short to begin with, so we must take good care of it and prolong it for a moment!"
Zhao Qinglan frowned. His intuition told him that Zhao Fanghua was scolding him again, but he had no evidence.
As she spoke, Zhao Fanghua had already prepared the aloe vera gel, dipped some on her fingertips, and smeared it on his face without saying a word.
The cold touch caught Zhao Qinglan off guard and caused her to tremble slightly.
He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Zhao Fanghua's other hand firmly held his chin: "Don't move!"
Her fingertips carried the unique freshness of aloe vera, and her force was gentle but irresistible as she carefully spread the crystal gel evenly on his face.
Zhao Qinglan had never had such a close and strange contact with anyone before. He even forgot to breathe for a moment and just stared at her serious eyes so close to him.
After applying the aloe vera gel, she picked up the cucumber slices and carefully placed them around his eyes and forehead.
The cool touch instantly dispelled the fatigue of the past few days. He couldn't help but relax, closed his eyes, and let her do whatever she wanted.
The hall was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
Zhao Qinglan felt a strange sense of peace, as if some strange power was slowly seeping through the plants into his skin and into his tense mind.
"Alright." Zhao Fanghua stepped back, examining his masterpiece with satisfaction, suppressing a smile as he said, "That's it for now. From today on, your face is mine!"
Zhao Qinglan wanted to laugh, but was afraid of shaking the cucumber slices off her face, so she could only let out a low, joyful response from her throat: "Yeah, I'll listen to you, sister."
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