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"Why are you in such a hurry that you can't wait until tomorrow?"

Chu Zhao walked over and stood opposite Murong Xiao.

Because she was going to bed later, she only put on a large, semi-old pearl gray robe after bathing. She also had semi-dry long hair, which was draped behind her back in glossy black, exuding a faint fragrance. Her plain white face was made of pink and white. Before applying, it is so refreshing that you want to touch it.

Murong Xiao moved his fingers at his side, but he didn't have the courage to put this idea into action.

I don't know why, when Chu Zhao was still an ugly woman, he could act freely in front of her, and he didn't feel anything was wrong when he hugged her around. But now, Chu Zhao stands in front of him so radiantly, giving him It feels like it can only be viewed from a distance, not played with.

Her beauty exudes an air of awe and inviolability from the inside out.

"I, I'm here to tell you that I have discussed your plan with Qi Fengshan, and we both think it is feasible, so you can start making preparations." Murong Xiao said, in just one sentence, Stumbled twice.

"Okay, I understand." Chu Zhao said, "Does the prince have anything else to do?"

She thought to herself that although this matter was a serious matter, there was no need to come over so late at night. Maybe Murong Xiao had other matters more urgent than this.

Murong Xiao was not nervous at first, but when she asked him this question, he became nervous again.

He shook his head, nodded again, glanced at Chu Zhao's carved bed with a pink and white gauze curtain, and a suspicious blush appeared on his handsome face.

Chu Zhao: "..."

Did this person take the wrong medicine tonight?

He was mumbling and hesitating to speak. He looked like a little daughter-in-law who had made a mistake. She did not even call herself the king when she spoke.

"Could it be that the prince has something unspeakable to ask of me?" Chu Zhao guessed.

Murong Xiao was stunned and realized that he had lost his authority in front of her. He cleared his throat quickly and put on his airs again: "I have nothing else to do. It's getting late. Please serve me and rest!"

"What?" Chu Zhao thought he didn't hear clearly and asked him with raised eyebrows, "What did the prince want me to do?"

Murong Xiao's confidence was inexplicably weaker, so he bit the bullet and repeated: "I'll let you serve me and rest."

"Where do you want to rest, Your Majesty?" Chu Zhao asked again.

Murong Xiao frowned in displeasure: "I am already in your room, do you still need to ask?"

"Why?" Chu Zhao asked puzzledly, "It's not like the prince has no place to sleep, so why do you want to sleep here?"

"Why do you have so many problems?" Murong Xiao was even more displeased, "You are my wife, why should I be surprised if I stay here with you?"

"But……"

"But what? You and I haven't consummated our marriage for more than half a year. Do you want to be an old girl for the rest of your life?" Murong Xiao couldn't help but get angry.

What is wrong with this woman? She is a prince, and he deigns to condescend to consummate her marriage. No woman would be so happy about this, she actually looks unwilling.

There has to be a limit to playing hard to get, right?

Occasionally it's just sentimental, more often than not it's just pretentious.

Chu Zhao finally understood why this guy had to come over so late at night to talk to her. He was using the talk as an excuse to come over and consummate the marriage with her.

What a round room!

Chu Zhao just wanted to kick him back to the front yard.

But the other party is the prince after all, and I don't have the right to speak completely yet, so it is not appropriate to fall out with him prematurely.

"Why don't the prince rest with Concubine Su first!" Chu Zhao said, "I have been very unaccustomed to living in the Fang family in the past few days. I can't sleep every night. I am exhausted physically and mentally. I really don't have the energy to serve the prince."

Murong Xiao should have been angry, but for some reason, after hearing her excuse, he felt a faint sense of relief deep in his heart.

In fact, he himself felt a little rushed when he came here suddenly tonight. Chu Zhao suddenly changed from an ugly woman to a great beauty, and he had not yet completely transformed mentally.

It was all because of the shameless old man Qi Fengshan who insisted on consummating the marriage with him, which made him think about it all afternoon, and impulsively came here by accident.

But then again, it was his fault that he was not ready. Why did this woman Chu Zhao reject him like this?

Not only did he reject him, but he also pushed him towards Concubine Su, making him look like a prince, as if no one wanted him.

No, he can't leave.

Everyone in the mansion must have known that he came to Qionghuayuan late at night. If he left now, would others think that he was too incompetent and finished things too quickly?

Then does he still want his reputation for a lifetime?

"It's too late, I'm tired and don't want to change places." Murong Xiao walked to the bed shamelessly, took off his shoes and lay on the bed, "Don't worry, I won't do anything, just sleep. .”

Chu Zhao: "..."

What the hell is just sleeping?

She is not a little girl who is ignorant of the world, so she does not believe that men can simply sleep.

Forget it, since this guy wants to save face and she doesn't want him to be ridiculed by the servants, then let him sleep here!

Chu Zhao sighed and compromised: "Since the prince is tired, let's go to bed first. I'll write something before going to bed."

Murong Xiao was surprised to see that she didn't show off her face and ask him to leave, so he couldn't force her to sleep now.

"You go ahead and write. I will squint for a while first." He said and took the initiative to close his eyes.

Chu Zhao responded, added some spices to the small incense burner beside the bed, and returned to the desk to continue writing and drawing.

The room became quiet, and Murong Xiao quietly opened his eyes, looking at her exquisite figure reflected in the candlelight, her hair hanging down behind her shoulders, and even the old and loose robe seemed to have been worn by her. Such a style.

Her back was straight, and her writing movements were graceful and smooth. From time to time she would stop to think, and her head would be slightly tilted and she would look up, showing some of the cuteness of a little woman.

Murong Xiao was fascinated and felt like he was in a dream, and in this dream, he felt peace and peace like never before.

He even thought that it would be pretty good if it could continue like this.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the last thing that came to his mind before falling asleep was the word "stay together forever".

After a while, Chu Zhao put down his pen and yawned. When he turned around, he saw that Murong Xiao was already sleeping deeply.

The soothing incense was added too much, making her sleepy.

She blew out the candle on the desk, stood up and went out. She said to the sapphire red silk guarding the door, "Help me tidy up a room."

The next day, Murong Xiao woke up and saw Chu Zhao already sitting in front of the dressing table dressing up.

He was stunned for a moment, stretched out, and felt comfortable all over.

Chu Zhao heard the noise and turned around to look at him: "Your Majesty, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's not bad." Murong Xiao sat up and looked at the quilt on his body, "Are you covered with the same quilt as me last night?"

Chu Zhao: "...Yeah."

The corners of Murong Xiao's lips raised slightly, and he asked again: "Are you sleeping on the inside or the outside? Why don't I feel anything?"

Chu Zhao: "...inside."

The smile on Murong Xiao's face deepened, and he made a rare witty remark: "Just sleep on your side, I will help you block the big tiger from the outside."

Chu Zhao: "..."

You little brat, you actually teased your ancestor.