She washed up carefully, applied her favorite rose oil on her body, then took a book casually, and sat by the window with her clothes.

She glanced at a light outside the window, and then opened the pages in her hand.

The book is "Peony Pavilion". She was idle and read it for a long time in the quiet sound. It was not until she saw the scholar Liu Mengmei sleeping in the Meihua Temple on her way to Beijing and fell in love with Du Liniang's wandering soul in the temple that she put down the book with a sigh.

When a person dies, can obsession really make people resurrect?

She was so conscious that she thought until a breeze with the cold autumn wind blew by, causing the pages of the pear blossoms to rustle.

Su Rao finally came to her senses when she was blown by the wind.

She looked at the lights in the distance and raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was already deep in the night. Is he still handling official duties?

Su Rao discovered it when she first moved in. Looking out from the window, you could see Zhou Yan's study.

So at the beginning, she was a little curious, observing him to deal with documents while reading books to pass the time.

She actually thought that as the prime minister of a country, he was busy after all, but she never thought that he could be so busy.

For a moment, she sighed a little.

Living alone in the prime minister's mansion, there is nothing else but state affairs day and night. I guess it is not as comfortable and content as outsiders think, right?

With a thought, she picked up the book on the table and walked out.

The bead chains were lifted up and put down, and the crisp sound of the beads and jade colliding alarmed the pink daisy at the door.

Fandai walked in and asked respectfully: "What are the instructions for the girl?"

Su Rao shook her head and said, "I'll go out for a walk. It's getting late, so you can go and rest."

When Fan Dai heard this, she stopped asking anything and watched Su Rao leave.

The moment Su Rao pushed open the door of the study and entered, Zhou Yan was lowering his head, holding an ebony pen in his slender and white hands, and his wrist moved slightly, as if he was writing something.

He noticed someone coming in, but he did not look up, but said slowly: "There is no need for anyone here, let's go down."

After saying this, he heard no sound of footsteps walking away quietly as usual.

Zhou Yan frowned slightly, and was about to look up, but he heard a gentle female voice: "Ayan..."

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and a trace of ink was fainted on the rice paper.

This memorial that took half an hour to write is considered useless.

He put down his pen and looked at the innocent woman in front of him, but the plain eight-character proverb: "A visit late at night is not in accordance with etiquette."

Su Rao was in a state of emotion and two tears came out from her eyes: "I know it's not etiquette, but I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was locked in prison and no one saved me."

Perhaps when she said this, her eyebrows, eyes, nose and nose were red, her voice trembled and aggrieved, which made Zhou Yan unable to hold her heart down.

When he was young, the whole clan died of suspicion from the late emperor's suspicion. No one knows what kind of humiliation he endured now. Although he followed his mother's wishes, did not hold grudges against the royal family, and tried to be a righteous and honest minister, deep down, he was a little heart-warming.

I don’t know how many times I have softened my heart to the woman in front of me.

From the moment he brought her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had already softened his heart.

So Zhou Yan simply stopped struggling. He put down his pen, looked at Su Rao, and said seriously: "No one will lock you up."

But Su Rao still looked at him in aggrieved and panic.

Seeing this, he paused, slowly got up, and walked to her.

This scene was beyond Su Rao's expectations, so that she looked at Zhou Yan who was already standing in front of her and forgot what she originally wanted to say.

Is he going to push himself out?

Su Rao thought so, and she was a little panicked.

But before she could finish her wording, one hand gently patted her hair on the top of her hair. The owner of the hand said to her in a gentle and calm voice, "Don't be afraid, be good."

He probably often does such comforting things, his actions are unfamiliar and his words are stiff.

But Su Rao smiled sweetly. She spoke, her tone seemed to be sighing: "Zhou Yan, you fool."

He probably didn't like this title, his eyebrows slightly condensed, but he still didn't say anything. He just stroked the hair on the forehead with his fingertips one after another, and his movements were gentle that he had never noticed.

What Su Rao is best at is getting more and more flawed. She put the "Peony Pavilion" in her hand in the palm of Zhou Yan and said in the voice of a kitten scratching her heart: "Ayan, my eyes hurt, read it to me."

After a brief silence, Zhou Yan whispered "Okay".

That night, the candlelight in the study room was still lit up all night as usual.

However, the Prime Minister, who is usually diligent in government affairs, is different from the ordinary.

He sat behind the pear blossom table full of desks, whispering the dreamy story, with a sleepy woman in his arms.

When he read "A joke about fame, fortune and wealth, and looking back on a spring dream", the woman in her arms finally fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Yan put down the book and looked at Su Rao's gentle sleeping face. The tip of her nose was filled with a light fragrance of roses. The smell on her body smelled very nice.

I was stunned for a moment.

He never knew that he could have such patience, and he coaxed a woman all night, but he didn't feel impatient.

He seems gentle and treats everyone with courtesy, but his temperament is indifferent in his bones and even empathy is difficult, let alone without any purpose, just the word "true".

He realized that he might have liked her a little.

This Prime Minister's Mansion is deserted for many days. If... she can stay, it seems to be very good...

The news of Su Rao's disappearance soon reached Murong Ming's ears.

The quiet and quiet Liangguo Palace, the imperial study room.

Murong Ming looked at the secret guard kneeling on the ground, and the smile on the corner of his lips was cold: "In just one day, tell me that the person is gone?"

The secret guard knew that Murong Ming was cruel and inhumane, and his legs became weak for a moment, and he knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty forgives the crime." He even said something unscrupulously, stuttering, and his tone was difficult and awkward: "I have found clues about Su Rao's whereabouts..."

When Murong Ming heard this, he looked at him without saying a word, obviously waiting for his later words.

Seeing this, the secret guard hurriedly said, "Su Rao was taken away by Prime Minister Zhou..."

The cruelty on Murong Ming's face turned into a cold little by little: "The Prime Minister covers the sky with one hand, but now he is not satisfied. Have you finally reached my harem?"

His words went from cold to furious. After the words came, he suddenly stood up and waved his sleeves. The glass cup and agarwood altar on the table fell to the ground, shattered all over the ground.

The power of heaven was in danger. The secret guard knelt on the ground, his back was soaked in cold sweat. He secretly guessed Murong Ming's idea, and finally bit the bullet and said with a stuttering voice: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely bring... to Su Rao back."
Chapter completed!