Chapter 72 What Are You Thinking About, or Who Are You Thinking About?

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Chunjia, who was dressed in regular clothes, walked around the screen and entered with a teasing look on his face, looking at the master and servant with a half-smile.

Xijing quickly put down the veil and stepped forward to say hello.

The emperor said nonchalantly: "Go down."

Yun Fenghuang reluctantly stood up to greet me: "It's so late, why does Your Majesty still come to my place?"

"Concubine Yun doesn't seem to welcome me here?" Emperor Chunjia asked lazily.

Yun Fenghuang denied it hypocritically: "How could it be? It's too late for me to be happy that your majesty can come to me! It's just that my appearance is not neat at the moment, and I'm afraid that your majesty won't like me after seeing it!"

Seeing the emperor looking at her with a smile, without any intention of blaming her, she followed the complaint on the stick and said, "Your Majesty, you send my maid away as soon as you do something. I still have something else for her to do!"

"What do you want her to do?" Emperor Chunjia looked her over and said, "That's all, bring the veil over and I'll wipe it with you."

Yun Fenghuang wasn't sure what he was thinking of when he was so considerate all of a sudden, but he was so happy that he immediately handed the veil to him and said flatteringly: "Your Majesty is the best, I like your Majesty the most!"

Emperor Chunjia sneered, obviously not believing this at all.

Because he never expected that the emperor would come so late, Yun Fenghuang only wore thin clothes when he came out of the bath.

The skin of the young concubine, who is still young and has haircut hair, is like frost and snow, shining brightly under the candlelight. The crow's black hair is scattered on the back of the head, as smooth as a waterfall, making her more beautiful than jade. She knelt and sat in front of the mirror, her slender waist clearly outlined by the soft material of her clothes, like a willow branch swaying in the wind by the lakeside in spring, not even enough to grasp.

The emperor originally had something on his mind and said that he was just doing it casually when he said that he was wiping her hair. But now when he looked at it, his blood was rising and his eyes were condensed. When he moved away as if nothing had happened, he found that Yun Fenghuang was peeking at him from the bronze mirror.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and while wiping her, he asked calmly: "Is there a plan for that matter?"

"What's going on?" Yun Fenghuang was a little distracted, remembering that Qi Jiulu had wiped her hair before, when both of them were still young. On a winter afternoon, Jiang took her to Qi Mansion to meet an elder, Sir. While they were talking, they sent her to see Qi Jiulu, which also allowed the unmarried couple to cultivate their relationship from an early age.

So she took her maid and followed Qi's servant to Qi Jiulu's courtyard.

She went there reluctantly because it was the most boring place for children, especially girls. In the empty courtyard, there is only a clump of green bamboo planted in a corner of the wall. The rest is paved with green bricks, and there are some stone locks and wooden figures. Under the handwriting corridors on both sides, there are weapon racks with swords, guns and swords. There are a dazzling array of halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks.

It had just begun to snow when Yun Fenghuang walked in. When the maid who guarded the door saw her coming, she hurriedly opened the curtain and raised her voice to report.

However, Qi Jiulu was indifferent. When Yun Fenghuang walked in, he found that he had an ancient book spread out in front of him and was writing and drawing with a frown on his face.

"What is this?" The little girl came up to take a look curiously.

"The solitary book." Qi Jiulu said briefly absentmindedly, and then asked the maid to take her outside to serve tea, coaxing, "Go sit for a while, I will come over to accompany you right away."

Then Yun Fenghuang sat outside with a stick of incense, but he was nowhere to be seen, so he became a little annoyed. Looking at the heavy snowfall outside the glazed window, he simply took the maid out to have a snowball fight.

After all, I was young, and I just wanted to relieve my boredom, but I forgot about Qi Jiulu while playing. The maid who was still serving her saw that her sleeves and skirt were all wet, and she was worried about being punished, so she coaxed and coaxed Yun Fenghuang to go to the back hall to clean up.

They took off Yun Fenghuang's outer clothes and took them to dry. Fearing that she would catch a cold, they took Qi Jiulu's quilt and covered her on the soft couch. They also asked the kitchen to bring some cakes and tea to serve her.

Yun Fenghuang was eating the cakes with great interest at first, but before he knew it, he fell asleep holding half a piece of cake.

I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely heard Qi Jiulu lowering his voice and lecturing: "...Since you know that Ahuang's clothes and skirts are wet, why don't you look at the snow falling on her head while she is playing?" When it melted, most of her hair was wet! It was such a cold day and I didn't dry her after entering the house. What should I do if she gets a headache in the future?!"

When he was young, Qi Jiulu was actually a little indifferent, with a cold expression towards everyone. This is because he became the eldest son as the eldest son when he was born. He has been taught to keep his emotions and anger secret from the time he can remember, and his behavior must be dignified to avoid being looked down upon. Therefore, he does not dare to show his emotions easily; it is also because he shoulders heavy responsibilities. , since the schoolwork is heavy, it is difficult to be as carefree, innocent and lively as ordinary children.

Even if he treats Yun Fenghuang, his fiancee, rather than treating him differently, it is more polite to him under the advice of his elders.

When a girl comes to see him, she will accompany him as long as she is not busy.

When she was about to leave, she would be politely escorted to the door and say hello to the elder who brought her here.

As for special care and consideration...

Before this day, Yun Fenghuang had never felt it.

When she first woke up, she heard these words, but for a moment she didn't connect them to herself. She only subconsciously rubbed her eyes and raised her head. Then she felt her hair being pulled, and she couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"Did it hurt you?" Qi Jiulu immediately stopped scolding her and hurriedly touched her head to check. Only then did Yun Fenghuang realize that her bun had been untied and she was asking the man to grab a handful of her long hair. She was twirling her hair with the handkerchief. She was still a little confused. She looked at him blankly for a while, and then asked with a hint of laughter: "What are you doing?"

Qi Jiulu listened, his face still gloomy, but there was a smile in his eyes. He touched her head again and said gently: "It's nothing. Are you sleepy? Just keep sleeping if you feel sleepy."

She was still sleepy, so she wondered for a while, then lowered her head and continued to sleep... But not long after she lowered her head, she felt a pillow being stuffed under her neck, and the quilt covering her body was also pulled up to her chin, and it was still tucked in. Okay.

She was very familiar with taking such careful care of her. It was something Jiang and her wet nurse often did, so Yun Fenghuang fell asleep with great peace of mind.

When she woke up again, she was already on the carriage going back to Xie's Mansion. Jiang was chatting quietly with her wet nurse. From time to time, she mentioned Qi Jiulu and her, and occasionally words like "a match made in heaven" and "a deep fate" appeared. The tone was very happy.

"I always felt that you were my fiancée, and I should respect you." After that, as the relationship between the two became increasingly close, Qi Jiulu remained cold and calm in front of others, but became more and more gentle in front of her, and could even be said to be submissive.

One time, Yun Fenghuang thought about this and asked him casually that the maid of his age had never thought that her hair got wet while playing in the snow. How could he, a person who had never served anyone before, think about it?

Qi Jiulu's expression did not change at that time, but his ears were a little red, "That day when I came out of the study to look for you, I saw you curled up in my quilt, a small soft ball, and suddenly I felt that... the word 'respect' was a bit too much. A little distant.”

At that time, he looked at the familiar quilt holding a little girl who was not unfamiliar but had never really fallen in love with her. She was sleeping deeply, and her thick eyelashes on her rose petal-like cheeks trembled with her breathing, as if a butterfly was about to fly. The wings of time are indescribably slender and delicate.

It looks beautiful and fragile.

It is completely different from Yun Fenghuang when he is awake.

The most anticipated daughter of Xie's generation, she has always been lively and almost unruly. She can stir up a group of people by herself. Therefore, Mrs. Chen often told her son in private that such a girl was not dignified or demure enough, and she must be trained well after she was born. She admired Chao Jingyou even more. She was also a young girl, but she was so quiet that it made people feel distressed. She also spoke and acted softly, with the gentleness and gentleness that Chen liked in her bones.

However, Qi Jiulu's father was in favor of his prospective daughter-in-law's fuss, because such an energetic little girl always reminded him that when the children of the two families grew up, soon there would be a group of people like Yun Feng Huang in the Qi family's old house. Such an energetic grandson and granddaughter. They came in and out noisily every day, clamoring for this and that, and would hang around him from time to time, and maybe even pull hard on his carefully maintained beard...

The Qi family, whose heirs are getting thinner and thinner, needs such liveliness. In comparison, Chao Jingyou's obedience is really boring... Is it possible that the Qi family is not quiet enough now?

Yun Fenghuang didn't come, and the whole house was silent, making people wonder if there was anyone alive inside.

After all, the Qi family was Qi Jiulu's father, so when Yun Fenghuang was in the Qi Mansion, he was even more unfettered than in the Xie Mansion.

Following his father's teachings, the young Qi Jiulu treated her with a serious attitude of "respecting his wife", as if he had completed a homework, and there was no talk of liking or disliking her. He was just accustomed to fulfilling the obligations of the eldest son in accordance with the requirements of his elders.

Treating Yun Fenghuang politely was one of his obligations at the time.

However, that winter afternoon, looking at the girl sleeping soundly in her quilt, I suddenly felt like "this is mine."

Qi Jiulu stood there and watched for a long time. The maid who was saluting was suspicious because she had maintained the Wanfu posture for a long time, and tried to peek at his expression, before he came back to his senses in a daze.

He felt annoyed and angry for his rare gaffe, but he was unwilling to just walk away.

So he decided to cover it up by waking up Yun Fenghuang.

However, when he arrived at the soft couch, he hesitated because he didn't know how to wake her up? Is that what you shout? Will it scare her? Give it a push, a gentle one? But where to push?

When he dealt with Yun Fenghuang as a task before, he would not have been in this kind of embarrassment. He would not even come over to wake her up in person. If he had to tell the maids about this, he would just wait outside.

But at this moment Qi Jiulu didn't want to cheat anyone.

He hesitated for a while, then cautiously stretched out his hand, carefully stopping in front of Yun Fenghuang's cheek, and finally gently touched her bun: "Ahuang?"

Then Yun Fenghuang didn't wake up, but he was surprised to find that his palms were wet and he rubbed a hand with water.

Later... Yun Fenghuang woke up.

"...It's like this, it's time to wake up." Looking at the bronze mirror, six blue gauze palace lanterns illuminated the room magnificently, and the mirror clearly reflected the man behind him who was helping to wipe his long hair, Fengshen Xuanju, Xia Mingyu Ying, the eyebrows seemed gentle and peaceful, but the eyes were full of coldness and indifference.

Yun Fenghuang sighed silently in his heart. This man was as handsome as Qi Jiulu, but he was completely different from Qi Jiulu.

Or maybe it's because this is Yuan Niang's bamboo horse, not her bamboo horse.

Chunjia looked at Yuan Niang with the same look that Qi Jiulu looked at her. No matter how distant and indifferent she was to outsiders, she was always warm and close to Qingmei.

Unlike now, it seems warm but still cold.

She composed herself and said with a smile, "Why doesn't your Majesty say anything?"

"Why is it that Concubine Yun was silent for a long time? I thought she was thinking about how to answer me, but in fact she didn't hear my question at all?" Emperor Chunjia paused and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Concubine Yun kept saying that she likes me the most, I'm here What are you thinking about here?"

He touched Yun Fenghuang's hair that was spread all over his back, and felt that it was enough. He threw the handkerchief on a shelf not far away, took a seat, picked up the tea, and asked slowly, "Still, who are you thinking about? "