It was already dark, and it was almost dinner time. The clothes Chun'er brought in were also ordinary household wear, a rose-red gown, covered with a black gauze jacket embroidered with dark gold blessing characters.【】
Zhong Qingye gathered the Chinese robe that Qi Mo had changed into on his arm and wanted to send it out to the palace people outside the house, but was stopped by Qi Mo.
"It's windy, let's put it here first." Qi Mo took back the clothes from her arms, hung them casually on the wooden hanger, took her hand, held her tightly in his arms, and made a sigh-like sound.
Zhong Qingye was wearing a double-layered thick cloak with soft fine hair on the collar. He raised his head in doubt in his arms and said, "What's wrong?"
"I'm just a little tired." Qi Mo put his chin on the top of her head. There was a slight sharp feeling and his voice was deep, as if he was really tired. "The overall situation has just been stabilized, and the things to be busy with are messy and trivial, so they are delayed.
It’s not good to do anything. There is no rest every day, and I don’t think you can do anything about it.”
Zhong Qingye's heart was a little astringent, and he couldn't explain what he was feeling. He groaned, stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly: "I'm right here, and I won't run away. You have just ascended the throne, so things will inevitably be a little more complicated. Wait.
After a while, we have basically settled down and you can see me whatever you want."
Qi Mo hummed and didn't say anything. He just hugged her tightly. Zhong Qingye stroked the purple and gold cloud belt around his waist and said softly: "Don't stand there. It's not dinner time yet. Go."
Let’s rest on the soft couch for a while.”
Qi Mo nodded slightly and whispered in her ear: "Stay with me."
Zhong Qingye's soft couch looks like a chaise longue, with thick cushions in bright yellow and light green with "Fu" characters on it, and covered with a layer of milky white cotton wool blanket. Some thin tassels hang down from the edge, which is particularly special.
A comfortable look.
Qi Mo reached out and touched the mat, wondering: "This is a winter style, why haven't you changed it yet?"
Zhong Qingye asked him to sit down. The soft cushion was very soft and dented as soon as he sat down. It was very comfortable. She said: "I won't let you change it. It's comfortable to sit like this. Let's wait until it gets warmer."
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Qi Mo nodded and lay down casually on the couch. He smiled at her and waved. Zhong Qingye pursed her lips, walked over and nestled in his arms, pillowing on his arms. The soft couch was not spacious.
The two of them were a little crowded lying together, but they were getting warmer and warmer. Zhong Qingye tightened her body and leaned against him.
Qi Mo circled her, closed his eyes and said, "I've been very busy these days. I finally found an opportunity to come over to you. The ceremony is tomorrow, are you nervous?"
Zhong Qingye shook his head and whispered: "Where will you be tomorrow?"
Qi Mo closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curved up happily, forming a graceful line of the crescent moon. "I will stand on the nine-story black dragon jade stage to support you, and you will step up from the stage until you reach the
The ceremony for the emperor and empress next to me is very grand, and I will accompany you through it all..."
Zhong Qingye hummed, stretched out his hand to hold him, buried his whole face in his arms, and closed his eyes slightly. "If you are here, I won't be nervous at all."
After waiting for a while and not seeing any reaction from him, Zhong Qingye raised her head from his arms and saw that he had fallen asleep, his long eyelashes fluttering densely, and the shadows blended with the light cyan under his eyelids.
Zhong Qingye carefully stood up and looked at his sleeping face. His breathing was a little heavy, as if he was extremely tired. She sighed slowly, thinking about it, the entire court was pressed on him alone.
, how can you not be tired?
Although Qi Mo gave her the position of regent, women have never had room to interfere in government affairs. What's more, the overall situation of Northern Qi has been decided. If she intervenes rashly, she may cause criticism from the ministers and bring more trouble to Qi Mo.
.So these days, she has been careful not to hear about the previous affairs. Even though she wanted to help, she couldn't find a place to start.
She hoped that Qi Mo would stabilize the court situation quickly and that the busy and tiring days would pass quickly so that he could have a good rest. But on the other hand, she also hoped that Qi Mo could be busier and longer so that he could
A little later, and a little later still, I discovered her discomfort.
With such complex and contradictory thoughts mixed in one mind, Zhong Qingye cannot relax even if he wants to. After the canonization ceremony, it will take at most half a month for Qi Mo to completely stabilize the situation. By that time, she may be
I can't hide it anymore.
How to explain to him? Zhong Qingye got a headache just thinking about it, so he had to pretend to be an ostrich and not think about it at all.
The soft couch can actually only accommodate one person, so it will inevitably become a bit crowded with two people lying on it. Seeing that Qi Mo was sleeping soundly, Zhong Qingye carefully moved his hand away from his waist and got out of the couch.
After getting up and down so that he could sleep more comfortably, Qi Mo moved his body slightly, tightened up a little, and fell asleep again.
Zhong Qingye took a thick blanket to cover him, and asked the palace servants to light the heater. Then he moved a small stool and sat down beside the couch, supporting him with one wrist.
The stove burns warmly at my feet, occasionally sparking a spark, and the temperature is also warm.
Zhong Qingye didn't speak or move. He just sat on the edge of the couch, looking at Qi Mo sleeping soundly. Quietly, as if he could maintain this posture until the end of time. Her eyes and expressions
, it was the lingering and reluctance that even she herself didn’t realize.
If it were in the past, if you told Zhong Qingye that one day she would miss him all night long because of a man, she would have laughed three times without hesitation to express ridicule, but now, in Zhong Qingye's heart
But suddenly a ridiculous and selfish idea came up.
She suddenly wanted to die.
Just die like this with Qi Mo, squeezed into a small soft couch, hugging each other, and falling into a deep sleep. It doesn't matter what his government or the world is, what his vision or dreams are, as long as the two of them are together, even if they don't
When I woke up, I also had a lingering and charming dream.
But the next second, even she herself was amused by this idea. How could this be possible? Qi Mo was strong, young and energetic, which was completely different from her languid body.
Even if Qimo is willing to do it, how can she bear it?
After all, she was still unwilling to give in. She didn't even leave him a child...
Zhong Qingye thought so, and slowly leaned over the soft couch, closing his eyes to sleep, but crystal tears fell down the bridge of his nose, breaking away the faint rosy powder on his face, revealing the blood-colored skin underneath.