After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 43 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (43)

Cen Yao cared more about this hair than Ding Bao.

Thread by thread, the man was full of patience, and his movements were gentle, without any anxiety.

Ding Bao raised his hand and gave a little help on the bridge of his nose. After finally waiting for Cen Yao to tidy up her hair to his heart's content, the sky outside the window was already gray.

Ding Bao had never survived such a long night in his life.

She'd slept better in the trash before than tonight.

She was extremely sleepy, and leaned back in a daze, not knowing what was behind her, but it was warm and firm anyway.

"Ding Bao?"

Cen Yao was calling her name.

Ding Bao nodded, and responded casually.

"A Bao."

Another low call, this time, Ding Bao didn't respond.

Cen Yao looked down and saw that the woman had closed her eyes, her breathing was gradually heavy and even, her long hair was hanging down her body, her soft body was leaning against his arms, and one hand was still lightly on his arm.

"A Bao..."

The man murmured in a low voice, with a bit of softness in his hoarse and clear voice.

A woman is indeed a delicate girl in the palm of her hand, so it's not wrong to call her that.

He picked Ding Bao up and gently placed him on the bed, and he also lay down on his side, the tip of his nose filled with the familiar fragrance.

Cen Yao slept soundly that night, so that when he opened his eyes the next day and saw the bright pink gauze curtain above his head, he was a little dazed.

He fell asleep.

Still sound asleep.

Ding Bao hadn't woken up yet, facing the wall, his slender shoulders rose and fell when he was asleep.

Cen Yao got up, and the maid outside the door had prepared clean water for washing and was about to open the door to come in.

"The empress is still sleeping, come back in an hour."

"Miss Su Xiu, how is your health? Your mother has always missed you, and she was still talking about you yesterday."

As soon as the maid finished speaking, Cen Yao raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly, then turned around and said.

"It will take a few more days."

Now that the court is chaotic and people's hearts are unstable, Cen Yao naturally has no time to stay by Ding Bao's side.

Only by killing Jiang Chuan can he hold the country firmly in his hands, and he must not take it lightly now.

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On the only way to the meeting hall, Ding Yun'er walked forward slowly, holding a bamboo basket in her hand.

Hearing the sound of messy and heavy footsteps coming from behind, Ding Yun'er paused, then walked to the grass beside her without hesitation, lowered her head, and quietly waited for the group of people behind her to pass by.

After a while, the sound of footsteps faded away, and Ding Yun'er raised her eyes to look forward.

Among the crowd, there was only one man whose back was the most conspicuous. He was tall and strong in a black-gold robe, with long hair tied up high, and the jade-colored crown was somewhat cold and compelling.

When walking, his figure was as tall and tall as a green pine, and the officials following him followed suit. The comparison between the two showed the majesty and nobility of the man.

Just now she secretly raised her eyes and took a look.

Cen Yao actually looks like this.

Fair complexion, high nose bridge, deep eyebrows, thin lips and bright red lips, like a royal heir with extraordinary temperament, his appearance is undoubtedly superior.

If it hadn't been for someone beside him calling him Lord Governor, Ding Yun'er would never have guessed that that person was the courtier Cen Yao.

Five years ago, he went south to Zhongdu and posted notices all over the city in a high-profile way to find people.

At that time, she was a boudoir lady, and the maid next to her showed her a notice. Ding Yun'er saw the content on it, and vaguely remembered that she had indeed helped a little beggar when she was young.

It was pitiful to see him back then, lying there dying.

(End of this chapter)