dhibooks Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Autumn days are always cool, even at noon the sun is still shining and shining everywhere.Fan Siqing tightened the quilt around her body, feeling lonely, empty and cold.
You ask why Wei Jingfeng didn't come to warm the bed?The author is very responsible to tell you that they did not sleep together.
According to the textual research in unknown books, the minister who was staying overnight slept in the West Hall, which was said to be the West Side Hall, but in fact it was not in the same building as His Majesty's bedroom. It stands to reason that Fan Siqing took advantage of living in the West Hall—— The third son of Fan Xiangye's family, the emperor's good friend, is still dressed in white until now.
Fan Siqing said: Haha, blame me.
Tomorrow we must eat the pot, for sure.Mr. Fan secretly became ruthless, must put more peppers, it is too cold.
Fan Siqing is not used to having people waiting for her when she sleeps at night, and she can't fall asleep even being stared at by several pairs of eyes. Fan Siqing said that she has no habit of exhibitionism, so at those ages where she can still be (sa) sexually (jiao), and drove those people away.
Mrs. Fan was really worried about her grandson those days. Later, after observing for nearly half a year, she found that nothing that could not happen happened to Fan Siqing when she was sleeping, so she slowly let go of her heart.
Grandma, listen to me, I can really cover myself. QQ
This "problem" is naturally excellent in the eyes of the prince—everything about Siqing is excellent.
Fan Siqing's poor right to privacy was guaranteed, but the price was that no one would cover her with a quilt when it was cold.
Fan Siqing, who was woken up from the cold or starved, looked at the moon, half bright and half sad.
Bah, you are sad.Fan Siqing patted the dirt on her buttocks, planning to visit the imperial dining room at night, and maybe have an affair.After all, the emperor can die early, so it's not impossible for my brother to become the hero of a novel from a cannon fodder, right?
Think about yourself, a dignified real man, born in the new society, grew up under the red flag, accepting advanced Marxism-Leninism, is also a little cynical youth with five principles and four beauties, and now, he is doing well now.
It has to be said that the death of the first emperor still made Fan Siqing laugh out of his dreams, so that when he met Wei Jingfeng on the way, he calmly greeted him: "You are also out!" .”
After talking, I feel something is wrong, wait, you too!Fuck?How did you come out!
It was already Haishi when Wei Jingfeng finished grading the papers. Looking at the time, Siqing should be asleep at this time. Wei Jingfeng decided to take a look, and then wash up and go to bed.At this point, people are gone.
Wei Jingfeng told himself to stay calm, Siqing just went out, nothing happened, but he still couldn't control the fear spreading in his heart, he ordered the palace servants to go down to find someone in a peaceful voice, and he almost couldn't stand when he walked out the door , Wei Jingfeng was terrified when he went to the lake back then, and he still has lingering fears until now, and he didn't go back to the hall. He stood at the door all the time, and the cool wind blew up, as if blowing into the heart and lungs, and even breathing made people shiver.
Wei Jingfeng felt a little out of breath, Fan Siqing finally felt something was wrong with his emotions, what's the matter?It's a nightmare.
Fan Siqing guessed that Wei Jingfeng would not understand when he called Wei Jingfeng now, so he gently followed His Majesty's back like coaxing a child, and unconsciously muttered some comforting words on his mouth—although he might not be as strong as Wei Jingfeng I really need his not-so-intimate comfort.
Fan Siqing was wrong. I have to say that His Majesty was hugged backwards, and then he was easily satisfied by the soft words of comfort. At least in memory, the Queen Mother would not hug him to comfort him like this.She would just tell him, you are a prince, you shouldn't be like this.
At the beginning, it was obvious that Fan Siqing was going to take care of her, but later on she would always be taken care of by Fan Siqing. This feeling is really not bad at all.
His Majesty the Emperor, who was clearly in a good mood, clung to his friend's arms and refused to leave. As a good friend, Fan Siqing was thinking, should I slap him, continue to hug him, or scream and pounce on him? In his arms, he scolded him as a rogue.
Before Fan Siqing could make a certain choice, His Majesty the Emperor let go of his hand first, and restrained the expression on his face. When he got up again, Fan Siqing was familiar with the calm and calm. Sure enough, the panic just now was his own illusion.
How can a friend as strong as a friend be sad? Fan Siqing resolutely gave up the entanglement, and was dragged by Wei Jingfeng to the bedroom.
On the road, the hand was pulled by someone, Fan Siqing could feel a little sweat from the place where the hand was held, a little sticky, making people not so comfortable, Fan Siqing pulled the hand out a little, the sweat in the palm of the hand was blown by the wind , suddenly felt a little cold, and before he could stop, Wei Jingfeng's hand grabbed up again, not as hard as before, but just gently encircling it, but with an indescribable taste.
Okay, you are the emperor and you have a reason, if you want to pull, then pull, if you think I am walking slowly, just say it.
The living environment of the feudal lord is different from that of the ruled class. Fan Siqing looked at Wei Jingfeng with the expression of looking at a class enemy, with envy and hatred on his face.
The little eunuch who waited on Wei Jingfeng back then was already the chief steward, and when he saw Fan Siqing being dragged in by His Majesty, the creases on his originally smooth face and smile rose, and he quickly took a bowl of freshly brewed tea and offered it up .
Fan Siqing got goosebumps all over her body looking at it. I don’t know when Degui laughed when he saw him. Fan Siqing was so hairy when he laughed. You said that the prime minister is a seventh-rank official. Although my father is a bit older, you are also Can the person who always waits in front of the emperor stop smiling so flatteringly at me? This young master expressed that he is under a lot of pressure.
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