Chapter 277

Outside the window.

Xiang Song looked up at the wide eaves opposite, he walked over, squatted slightly, and suddenly stood up.

Xiang Yang jumped up right after him.

The beam under the eaves was thick, and Xiang Song found a comfortable place to sit down.

Xiang Yang followed closely and saw Xiang Song leaning against the beam with his hands on his chest, ready to take a nap.

He sat next to Xiang Song and whispered: "Boss, don't fall asleep, the master will come out soon."

Xiang Song half-closed his eyes and said: "Don't worry, the master won't come out for a while."

When he handed the bag to the master just now, there was no breathing sound in the room, he concluded that Miss Jiang was not in the room.

The master hadn't seen the girl for several days, he concluded that the master would sit in the room waiting for the girl to come back.

Xiang Yang didn't go close to the window, he didn't know the situation in the room.

He shook his head firmly, "You think too much. Miss Jiang is not such a casual person, and the master never gets close to women."

"You think too much." Xiang Song said and closed his eyes.

Seeing Xiang Song closing his eyes and ignoring him, Xiang Yang lowered his head and glanced across.

The window was closed, and the night wind blew outside, the leaves rustled, and he could not hear the movement in the house opposite.

"The master didn't choose a good time to give the girl a gift. It's so inconvenient at night."

Xiang Yang's complaints were endless. Xiang Song closed his eyes and said, "The master has so many things to do during the day, don't you see it?"

"Then you can send someone to deliver it."

Hearing Xiang Yang's unromantic words, Xiang Song opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know why you still don't have a wife?"

"This, what does this have to do with it?"

Xiang Yang didn't think so. He had a straight face and a straight body. It would be easy for him to find a wife, but he didn't plan to find a wife now.

Xiang Song smiled mischievously, "It matters a lot. If you don't even know how to coax a girl, how can you get married?"

"I don't agree with what you said, Boss. We are the same. Don't you have no wife either?" Xiang Yang's words hit Xiang Song's lungs.

"How can we be the same? I am busy like a top every day. Jinyiwei is full of men. Where can I find a girl?"

"Tsk! Boss, your idea is narrow. As the leader of Jinyiwei, there are many ministers who want to curry favor with you. As long as you pay attention to which girl suits your taste, you can visit her and it will definitely work."

Xiang Song tilted his head and asked, "Which minister's daughter do you like? Do you want me to talk to the emperor and help you get married?"

Xiang Yang: "No, I don't have one. Don't talk nonsense."

In the room.

Xiao Jingzhao waited for a cup of tea but Jiang Shuyue didn't come back.

He simply leaned on the small couch and closed his eyes to rest.

The rose fragrance in the room made people feel relaxed, and soon Xiao Jingzhao fell asleep.

He heard the sound of the bead curtain, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Shuyue, with long flowing hair and a thin silk shirt, walked towards him.

Her curvy figure was looming under the thin silk shirt.

Xiao Jingzhao's throat tightened and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yue Niang."

Jiang Shuyue smiled and stretched out her snow-white wrist to him, "Your Majesty, if you are tired, why don't you go to the bed to rest."

"I can..."

The invitation made his heart surge, and his blood boiled.

The woman in front of him smiled brightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

She walked towards him, and her slender fingers were about to touch his face.

"Yue Niang..."

He grabbed her with his big hand, and the soft figure was firmly held in his arms.

"Yue Niang, shall we get married?"

Her arms tightened, and her soft lips pressed against his.

He was filled with warmth and fragrance. At this moment, his burning passion and possessiveness rushed out of the cage like a devil. He wished he could press her delicate body under him and swallow her alive.

He couldn't help but stretch his big hand under the thin silk shirt.

"Bang!"

Xiao Jingzhao opened his eyes suddenly with a start. He saw that he was holding the small blanket on the soft couch in his arms with one hand, and knocking over the teacup on the small table beside the soft couch with the other hand.

Feeling the strangeness of his body, he looked down, and the robe between his legs was propped up high.

***

It turned out to be a spring dream in winter.

Worried that Jiang Shuyue would come back and see his embarrassing appearance, Xiao Jingzhao quickly put the small blanket on his thighs.

Good luck...

If this dream continued, he couldn't imagine how he would walk out of this room.

Recalling the soft waist in the dream, his hand subconsciously twisted the small blanket.

Could it be that the soft blanket was what he was hugging in his dream?

Xiao Jingzhao's ears flushed, and he couldn't wait any longer. It would be embarrassing if she saw this erection.

Xiao Jingzhao quickly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Perhaps he was too excited, and his luck was still standing after a small cycle.

He raised his eyes and saw a kettle behind the teacup he had knocked over.

Half a cup of tea fell on the tea table, and the tea fell to the floor like beads with a broken string.

Xiao Jingzhao held the small blanket with one hand and lifted the teacup with the other, then lifted the kettle and shook it.

Fortunately, there was still half a kettle of water in the kettle.

Xiao Jingzhao lifted the kettle and drank a few mouthfuls from it.

The water in the kettle had already cooled down, and after the cold water went down his throat, the hot blood in his body was extinguished like a raging fire.

When there was no more abnormality in his body, he put down the blanket and walked to the window.

Outside the window, two dark shadows floated down.

"Master, have you finished? No, have you finished talking?" Xiang Yang shook his head, wishing he could slap himself.

I was so sleepy just now that I was thinking about something. As soon as I opened my mouth, I slipped out.

"Sweep all the snow outside the imperial study tomorrow." With the cover of the night, Xiang Yang and Xiang Song didn't see the master's face clearly.

Xiang Song followed without saying a word. He had a hunch that the atmosphere was wrong and the master was in an abnormal mood.

"Your Majesty, it's not... your subordinate..." As soon as Xiang Yang opened his mouth, snowflakes fell into his mouth.

It was really a disaster that came from his mouth. God was against him, and the snow was getting heavier.

Watching the master and Xiang Song disappear in front of him.

Xiang Yang looked up at the fluttering snowflakes, secretly said "unlucky" and chased after them.

...

In the space, Jiang Shuyue was sleeping soundly, and the sound of the teacup falling pulled her out of her sleep.

"Who?"

She blurted out, instinctively sitting up and lifting the quilt.

Just when she was about to think of leaving the space, she looked up and saw the hourglass on the dressing table.

It was the middle of the night, and Qiuju would not enter her bedroom at this time. Did she hear it wrong?

Jiang Shuyue yawned and slid back into the quilt.

A good night's sleep.

…

In the morning, Jiang Shuyue left the space and had not had time to change her pajamas, when she heard the crisp sound of the beaded curtains colliding.

She said without turning her head: "Qiuju, go and have dinner, we will go to the restaurant later."

"Miss, it's my servant. It snowed again last night, and Sister Qiuju led everyone to sweep the snow in the yard."

The speaker was Lan'er.

Jiang Shuyue said across the screen: "Lan'er, go and tell everyone to only sweep the snow on the road that must be passed, and let the rest melt by itself."

Lan'er put the hot water in her hand into the bathroom.

As she passed the couch, she saw a bundle that didn't belong in this room.

"Miss, there is a yellow bundle here."