Imperial City

The emperor asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Wei Qi was ashamed to tell the truth, he paused for a moment and replied: "Return to the words of the Holy Majesty, the slave sees that you are deeply immersed in the scroll, and dare not disturb your peace, so I want to return it by myself."

The former had a smile in his eyes, and didn't try to expose it, but only whispered: "Go back?"

He pinched Wei Qi's jaw with his hand and pulled it over.

"It's a pity to go back, the inner court supervisor has gone all the way."

Wei Qi's face turned pale, and his thick eyelashes trembled, as if remembering the pain just now.

The emperor looked at him carefully, thinking that his words would embarrass people, but unexpectedly he looked frightened.

He wanted to ask: What's the matter?

But he didn't speak, just turned over and pressed the person under him.

After a long night tonight, Wei Qi was already very tired, his waist was sore, and his back was numb, but he still didn't dare to sleep.

At the end of the first round, the emperor caught a glimpse of the blood jade beside the square pillow from the corner of his eye, and suddenly asked the people under him: "How are you preparing?"

Didn't hold back.

Wei Qi was in a daze, confused, didn't understand what etiquette is, he had some doubts in his eyes, but suddenly happiness came to his heart.

What a gift!

He replied: "Responding to... the words of the Holy Majesty, I have been thinking about it for a long time. I always... think about it. I just thought about what gift I want to return to you yesterday, so..."

You can't say that you didn't plan to prepare, that would offend Longyan, you can't say that you are already preparing, because you won't be able to produce anything in two days.

The emperor's eyes are very sharp, how can he escape.

It seems that on New Year's Eve he overestimated this slave's mind.

"I don't lack your things, think about it."

He also said that there is no shortage, and asked to think carefully about whether to want it or not.

"Hey." Wei Qijue still wanted to go back, because he wanted to follow Bu Que.

The second time the emperor came, he looked at the eyes of the person under him who closed and opened, opened and closed, and finally opened, feeling a little puzzled.

Why don't you go to sleep? Thinking about it is not enough.