When he was trapped in the mountains and forests, he was hunting in confinement. At that time, the two of them were the two of them. This man was unrestrained and rarely called himself "I" in front of her. But it was different now. The man was wearing a golden silk and cloud-patterned bedclothes and sat there without saying a word. His expression was fixed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his body seemed to be as if nothing had happened. The majestic and cold air of a superior person was revealed.

In fact, if the dim outline that Su Wanrong had seen vaguely through the curtain before her death, Su Wanrong had never seen a real person. Everything related to this man's previous life was heard and the man had to describe it. But if Su Wanrong had to paint the appearance of the Jin Yuan emperor in her previous life, she would probably be very similar to the scene in front of her.

Thinking of the purpose of coming here today, Su Wanrong was hesitant when she stayed there. The man in front of the case did not speak out, and she didn't know whether she should continue to stand there waiting, or whether she would go forward to salute like other palace servants.

And just as she was hesitating, Yinmang suddenly raised his head in a pile of messy memorials.

I was impatient to be disturbed, and after the little girl standing there was shy after her eyes passed by a few steps away, they all turned into surprises in a flash. The frown peaks flattened, their voice slightly raised, and there was obvious pleasure. "Why are you here?"

Yinmang didn't expect Su Wanrong to come here at this time.

After all, in the past, whenever he wanted to see her, he would either go there in person or force her to tempt her. She would never really like her.

It was just now that General Zhao had come, Yinmang naturally did not doubt him. When he heard the sound of the curtain lifting, he never raised his head. But he always felt that his general had been staying in his cabinet for too long today. Standing there without saying a word, it was really annoying.

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he planned to yell and scold him out. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Su Wanrong, who was looking down at him. This surprised him. In addition to the surprise, he was naturally very happy.

When the man raised his head, Su Wanrong subconsciously raised her eyes, so she met his eager gaze.

After not seeing each other for a few days, I seemed to have lost weight, and the facial lines became sharper and deeper. The thin lips were slightly white, which showed a hint of pathology. In addition, the man was still the tall and tall body, sitting there like a mountain. At first glance, he could not associate it with the "overwork caused by illness" described by Zhao Long.

"Are you here to deliver medicine to me? Why are you stupid? Come here to me quickly."

After the man reminded him, Su Wanrong remembered what she was doing. Her eyes fell on the carved wooden tray in her hand. After hesitating for a while, she bit her lip and slowly walked over.

After the medicine soup is boiled, it will take a while. The mouth of the porcelain bowl is slightly dissipated, and the mouth is still warm and the taste is most suitable.

Su Wanrong walked to him and placed the porcelain bowl along the tray along the side of the desk. She originally wanted the man to drink it while it was hot, but before he could say it, his wrist suddenly tightened. As he glared and exclaimed, his whole body was pulled and fell off.

"Why are you here at this time now? Are you thinking of me? Well?"

He sat on his thighs with his cheeks so much, and his cheeks were forced to lean against the man's hard chest. The man lowered his head and said softly close to her tender earlobes. His breathing was burning and his voice was hoarse than usual. He lowered the word "日", as if it was shaken out of his Adam's apple.

Su Wanrong's ear suddenly turned red. She pushed and beat him hard in anger and scolded him, "Who misses you? It was your subordinate who forced me to come here. You can let go of me, and you will be seen later and what kind of demeanor will be like!"

Yinmang smiled and said nothing, holding her waist, she didn't want to let go. Her other big palm simply threw away the memorial, closed her tender white hands, rubbed her, and kissed her mouth and then.

"I don't care about this. Since you are willing to come and accompany me, I am happy."

They were far away and didn't realize it. At this time, the two of them were close together, and they were just a knuckle. Su Wanrong saw his face flushed, his breath was hot, and his black eyes were extremely bright.

Su Wanrong immediately noticed something was wrong. She frowned slightly, looked at her secretly for a while, and asked subconsciously: "Are you really getting cold?"

Holding a warm and soft body in his arms, Yinmang buried his head in her fragrant shoulders, half-squinted his black eyes, and was too lazy to answer.

Su Wanrong's brows frowned even more for a moment.

"Get up and drink the medicine while it's hot."

"Feed me."

Su Wanrong was slightly stunned when she heard this, suspected that her ears had been distorted.

"My arm is injured and I can't lift it up, and I can't take medicine by myself. You have to stay here and wait for me to take medicine."

The man slowly raised his head, his tone of speaking was just right. He heard Su Wanrong's ears and felt angry and funny. She sneered and coldly exposed it without any mercy: "You are injured by your left arm and not your right arm, which will not affect your own medicine."

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I have been crazy about milk tea recently. After drinking sweet things, I can't help but want to sprinkle sugar for you o(=··=)m

Summer is coming. I heard that the little cuties who left a message today can lose 10 pounds, and they will not get fat if they drink three cups of milk tea every day hahahaha.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!