Zhou Yan helped her up and said, "I'll take you out."

Even if Su Rao wanted to break her head, she would not have thought that the gift Zhou Yan prepared for her was a dowry.

She looked at the layers of brocade boxes in the huge courtyard, and she was speechless for a while. After a long time, she looked at him in surprise: "Have you prepared... a dowry for me?"

"You are the princess, and the south is no longer there, but I will be very proud of your honor for you. Rao Rao, if I were alive, would you definitely suffer a little grievance?"

Zhou Yan had a gentle smile. He pinched Su Rao's palm and said warmly: "I have prepared two dowry, one according to the ritual of your Southern Princess getting married, and the other is the ritual of my Liang Princess. I also went to the temple to ask you for a marriage rope."

He lingered a thin red rope between her wrist, looked at the vibration in her eyes, and made the sound lighter: "Will you be happier in this way?"

Su Rao looked at another red thread vaguely under his wide sleeves, but wanted to say, Zhou Yan, I am not worth your effort on me.

But the words are on the lips and cannot move forward or retreat.

Isn’t all this what she wants?

Now that she has such an idea, she even finds it ridiculous.

So Su Rao bent her lips and looked at him with a gentle smile.

She said: "Ayan, I'm very happy."

The already gentle light in Zhou Yan's eyes was incredibly soft in an instant.

No woman can be as calm as water under such gaze, even if it is her.

Su Rao clearly felt that her heart was beating faster.

"We will get married soon, Rao Rao, I wish I could come sooner this day," he said.

Su Rao looked at Zhou Yan's gentle and elegant face and said in the same gentle voice: "Ayan, I am looking forward to it too."

At this time, Murong Ming looked at the secret guard kneeling in front of him and casually drank a glass of wine.

He still smiled and looked cold, making people unable to guess his thoughts.

The secret guards below were trembling with fear and sweating on their backs.

Murong Ming did not mean to let them get up, and he was still immersed in his reverie.

Last night, he had a nightmare. Su Rao in the dream is not like this, and she is cold to herself.

She was wearing the uniform of a noble concubine and knelt on the ground. The white rose satin was bleeding and a large area of ​​red.

The gentle and beautiful face was pale and terrifying, but he couldn't help but say to himself: "Your Majesty, I am wronged."

He didn't know what happened in the dream, but that scene was too real, so real that it seemed to have happened.

He had a very ridiculous idea: Su Rao should have been his concubine.

This is ridiculous, but the thoughts arise and take root in the heart and can never be lingered.

This is why these secret guards appear here today.

"I want you to bring someone back." Murong Ming spoke in an understatement, but the two words he said later made people frightened: "...Su Rao."

"Your Majesty..." The leader of the secret guard raised his head in a hurry, and his face still had a panic that had not faded.

Who knew about the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and the emperor issued an order to grant Su Rao the prime minister's wife.

How did the situation develop like this in just a few days?

"What?" Murong Ming sneered, his tone suddenly turned cold, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he was solemn and cold: "Don't you understand what I said?"

The leader of the secret guard knew that they had taken on a chore this time.

But it is clear at a glance which is more important, the emperor or the prime minister.

He leaned down and said stammeringly: "Recently, Prime Minister Zhou suddenly rounded up the inside and outside of the Prime Minister's Mansion. I'm afraid... it's not easy to do it. In a few days... it's the marriage between Prime Minister Zhou and Su... Su Rao. At that time, the Prime Minister's Mansion is complicated and easy to make mistakes in his busy schedule. It's most suitable to do it."

Murong Ming raised his eyelids, his expression was frigid and cold: "It's up to you, I just want to see someone."

The leader of the secret guard complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all on his face, and said simply: "I will receive the order!"

...

Zhou Yan accompanied Su Rao to look at the dowry list all day long. When the moon was on the head, he sent her back to Jin'anzhu.

"I'll ask Fandai to help you clean it. It's late, go to bed earlier." As he spoke, he lowered his head and saw Su Rao's tender little hands hooking his clothes.

Her hands were really too thin and a little. Zhou Yan felt that he could hold her hands together in his palm.

It's just that small, if he holds it a little heavy, it will definitely leave a red mark.

He thought about this and his eyes were stunned for a moment.

Until Su Rao's soft voice sounded: "I want you to help me clean up."

Zhou Yan's heart suddenly tightened and he felt slightly sore: "Rao Rao... this is not in line with etiquette."

He hadn't said such things to her for a long time, but it's getting more and more frequent recently. He knew that he could not control his feelings for her, fearing that he would not be able to help but do something to her.

He was so careful, but Su Rao seemed to have no idea at all, and said to him with added fuel to the fire: "But the feelings are not hindered."

Zhou Yan thought that maybe in this life, he would not be able to be a gentleman in front of Su Rao.

She hooked his sleeves so much and acted softly, and he forgot all the rules and wanted to accompany her wholeheartedly.

The building is built inside with subtle lights.

Fandai left early in the morning, and Su Rao lay on her side in the bed, her plain white clothes and hair as thin as ink.

Her hands pinched the corner of the quilt, and when she looked at herself, her eyes were filled with a strong smile.

Zhou Yan felt a slight and dense soreness somewhere in his heart.

He looked at her, and after a while, he finally said softly: "Rao Rao, rest early."

But she sat up straighter, and the soft silk was slightly pulled apart in the movements, revealing the soft texture.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the night light not far away. The sound was very soft and with a bewitching meaning: "Ayan, you go out the light for me, okay?"

Zhou Yan didn't think much, but just asked her: "Will you be afraid if the lights go out?"

Su Rao was afraid of the dark, or rather, she was afraid of the dead silence in the middle of the night. She always had to keep a lamp when she was sleeping.

She never mentioned this to him in a blunt way, but he seemed to know everything.

He knew all her temperament.

"Not afraid." She said.

Zhou Yan saw the light shrouded in oil paper, a lamp like a bean. When the lampshade was turned on, the light swayed and accompanied by the crackling sound of the lamp oil being burned, it brought indescribable loneliness.

He took the small bamboo grill clip beside him and gently cut off the flame.

Su Rao hugged him from behind him, and she hugged him very tightly. Ye Liang was so cold that her face was pressed against his back, warm and soft.

Su Rao's voice was calm: "Don't leave tonight, okay?"

Su Rao's idea is actually very simple. Since she has 90% of her love value, she will probably be able to fill her up with another fire.

On the wedding day, if something happens to her, she needs something to rely on.

Zhou Yan's wholehearted love is the most reliable.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" he spoke, his voice frightenedly.

Su Rao didn't notice it, but laughed softly: "You have been avoiding me during this period."

"Raorao..." He was silent, but then he was helpless: "I am not avoiding you, I am just afraid that I will be abrupt..."

He didn't have time to say the second half of the sentence. In such a thick dark night, Su Rao gently kissed his lips with the moonlight halfway covering the window.

His lips were slightly cool and soft.

She felt his panic and could not help herself.

"Raorao..." He pinched her shoulders and opened the distance between the two.

The moonlight was gone, but he could see her face clearly.

Such a gentle and beautiful face, there is cunning and unexplained charm between the eyebrows and eyes.

In other words, all this is just the cause of his inner demon.

Su Rao didn't say anything, but just hooked her neck again. She tiptoed to kiss him, her voice soft: "Will that be fine tonight?"

"What... tonight?" He was surprised for a moment and forgot to push her.

Su Rao said: "Repay the house tonight."

She said it very lightly, but every word was like a huge rock that hit his heart.

“We are not married yet.”

"But I have regarded you as my husband."

"Aren't you afraid?"

She probably smiled, with a sweet smile: "Not afraid."

At this point, the suppressed feelings were in a mess.
To be continued...