"Sleeping like this, where should I sleep tonight? You have taken up the pillow and quilt all by yourself."
She has always lived in the guest house of the palace, with not many bedrooms.
There are very few guests staying in Prince Yi's Mansion, and the guest house has been vacant all year round. When Xiao Lingyue first moved in, Uncle Zhou took people to clean it, and the other houses that had not been cleaned were uninhabitable.
There were no beddings or anything like that prepared inside.
Xiao Lingyue thought about it and simply decided to spend the night with Han Han Beibei, leaving this place to Zhan Beihan.
He was indeed quite tired.
Since returning from Xiangguo Temple, things have happened one after another. Zhan Beihan's injuries have not healed yet. Xiao Lingyue passed by the study room several nights and saw bright lights in the distance. No one else was seen all day long.
It's a common thing.
Zhan Beihan rarely went to court, but he had to deal with more affairs than the prince in the court.
In addition to the defense work of the capital and the palace.
There are also the military affairs of the military camps on the outskirts of Beijing, the military intelligence of various places in Northern Qin submitted by the Dragon Scale Guards, the military deployment and control at the border, and various special intelligence, overt or covert, as well as the movements of the Seven Kingdoms, etc., etc.
...
He is like a beacon that is as stable as a mountain. There are thousands of lines in his hand, and each line connects countless people and things.
At every moment, there are countless military matters, both explicit and secret, and intelligence is flowing in like a flood.
Xiao Lingyue recalled that she had gone to Zhan Beihan's study several times and saw that there were always endless batches of papers on his desk. He was so busy that he still had time to take their mother and son to ride horses and see her off in person.
Entering the palace...
"It's weird if you're not tired."
Xiao Lingyue whispered speechlessly, "Did you really beat yourself up like an iron?"
She shook her head and was about to put down the bed curtain to let him have a good rest.
A hand suddenly reached out from the messy quilt, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her down hard.
Xiao Lingyue threw herself towards the bed in shock, and her vision suddenly went dark. Zhan Beihan lifted up the quilt and wrapped her around her. He immediately took her into his arms and turned her over towards the bed.
The bed board trembled faintly, the bed curtain shook, and then calmed down again.
Xiao Lingyue struggled to poke her head out from under the quilt and said angrily: "Zhan Beihan, you are cheating again!"
He actually pretended to be asleep to lie to her...
"Don't make any noise." The man put his arm across her shoulders and held her against his chest like a pillow. He placed his chin comfortably on top of her head and rubbed it lazily, not even bothering to open his eyes.
His sleepy voice was low and hoarse: "Sleep with me for a while."
Xiao Lingyue pushed him angrily: "If you want to sleep, sleep alone, let me go!"
Zhan Beihan let her struggle, seemingly without moving his eyelids, but his arms were like iron, and he would not let go of her even if he hugged her tightly.
Xiao Lingyue was tucked into the bed, her cheek pressed against the man's firm and powerful chest, and the sound of her heartbeat could be heard clearly.
Men's body temperature is naturally higher than that of women.
Zhan Beihan had been lying on the bed for so long, and the quilt had already been warmed by his body temperature. There was a cold fragrance of sinking water on his body, like the smell of ice and snow, the blade of a knife mixed with the forest.
It usually smells cold, but when it permeates the especially warm bed, it makes people feel warm.
Xiao Lingyue struggled hard for a few times, her cheeks were flushed with heat, and sweat almost broke out on her forehead.
The man's unique cold fragrance surrounded her, with an aggressiveness, seeping into her breath, and the smell of him was everywhere.
Xiao Lingyue felt out of breath and tried her best to raise her head: "Zhan Beihan, relax a little, it's so hot..."
"It won't be hot when you fall asleep."
The man lazily closed his eyes and said, then raised his hand and pushed down her struggling head, pressing it against her chest, "Sleep!"