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Because there is still a few months before the nearest world tour, Zhou Qian's leave will be invited soon.The next day, I personally drove the most low-key car at home to the archery center, full of long-lost joy.But to my surprise, Zhou Qian yawned twice as soon as he left the gate of the center.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" I asked as soon as I got into the car, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Zhou Qian nodded, shook his head again, and frowned slightly. "It seems that I drank too much, and I have a headache."

He was intolerant to alcohol in his previous life, and he didn't seem to have made much progress in this life. "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have come at such an early time, or simply drove the RV." I couldn't help but say to him, "This way you can sleep a little longer."

But Zhou Qian didn't take it seriously at all.He threw his small bag into the back seat, fastened his seat belt, and then replied, "It's almost the same anywhere."

This person...was very casual when he was the emperor, but he will be even more careless when he is not! "Your Majesty, didn't I ask you to drink less?" I started the car, feeling a little suffocated.

"I think so too." Zhou Qian pressed his temple, "You called, and I said the person on the other side was just a friend. If they didn't believe it, then..." He didn't continue, and instead spread his hands helplessly.

"Then just say it's your boyfriend!" I blurted out all of a sudden.It would be better if the relationship was more intimate, I thought to myself.

Zhou Qian had his eyelids half-closed, but he seemed to wake up a bit after hearing the words. "Then they should go on to ask me to introduce you to them." He glanced at me with not obvious playfulness in his eyes, "You have the time?"

I don't know if by "work" he means interest or time, or both. "If you don't have time, you have to make it."

It cannot be said that there was no temptation in this statement, nor could it be said that Zhou Qian could not hear it—he stared at me for a while, but in the end he just smiled. "I'll take a nap," he announced. "Call me when you get to the airport."

Then he really closed his eyes.

... Is this the so-called sleeping escape?

I can't believe it.Zhou Qian is so perfunctory to me, is he thinking that I am easy to dismiss, or is he thinking that I will not get to the bottom of it?Then, I noticed the looming blue and black under his eyes, and I was sure it was the latter——

He is sleepy, no matter how anxious I am, I will endure until he wakes up!

His temper was thoroughly felt by him, and I couldn't help grinding my teeth secretly.But after driving for a few kilometers, looking at his peaceful sleeping face in the rearview mirror, the rising unhappiness was unknowingly pushed back.Unlike seeing him on the screen or hearing him on the phone, he is right next to me now, truly a living person, and within reach.

I had the feeling that my heart seemed to be collapsing softly.I couldn't hold back anymore, and while waiting for the red light, I stretched my seat belt, leaned over and stole a light kiss from his temple, and continued driving contentedly.

Half an hour later, the tarmac.

Zhou Qian was woken up by me, and he was still a little confused. "Are you there?" He asked, subconsciously looking out of the window again, suddenly suspicious: "Why do I feel that this is not the airport?"

"It's an airport," I explained curtly, "but it's private."

Zhou Qian blinked his eyes, followed by a smile. "The richest man in the country, huh?"

Whenever he mentions the richest man in the country, he is definitely teasing me on purpose. "The pilot is already waiting," I said to him from side to side, resolutely refusing to answer his words, "there is a bed on the plane, you can have a good rest."

But Zhou Qian didn't mean to move. "A special car plus a special plane, are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course." I replied without hesitation, "If we go to the airport, more people will see us."

Zhou Qian tilted his head slightly, as if thinking.He seldom made small movements, except at times like this, when he just woke up or something. "When I said private plane," he slightly dragged his voice, "meaning you drive."

This time he heard that he was deliberately finding fault, but this time he made a mistake. "I do know how to fly," I looked back at him calmly, "but I'd rather stay in the cabin this time."

Probably not expecting this reply, Zhou Qian opened his eyes wide. "It's not said on the Internet that this is also a must-have skill for the rich second generation." He muttered, seemingly annoyed.

Over and over again, I'm sure he's pushing my boundaries -- which, you know, isn't high when you're up against him. "Your Majesty, no matter what you want to know, you can ask me directly." I solemnly promised, and then warned: "And, if you continue to talk, I will kiss you."

However, Zhou Qian obviously didn't regard it as a threat, as evidenced by the raised corner of his mouth. "Really?" he asked back, his irises bringing out a deep, dark glow that only comes at a certain time. "If I say I'm going to..." He didn't finish, because he had already leaned over, accurately Kissed my lips.

For a moment, all I could think of was his response to my sneaking kiss on him—he might have sensed it then.But in the final analysis, at the critical moment, the reason is not important, only him is important.

His lips were suspiciously bright when he boarded the plane from the kiss, and I guess I'm not much better off either.Fortunately, Xie's employees are of excellent quality in every aspect, and no one pays a single glance at us.

Zhou Qian naturally discovered this. "Does that mean that if we both do something more on the plane, no one will find out?" he quipped, biting the accent on "discovery."

But my focus is all on "doing something more". "Are you hinting at something, Your Majesty?" In fact, I'm pretty sure he was.

"I didn't say anything." Zhou Qian replied immediately with an innocent face.

It only made me more sure that what he said meant what I understood. "Your Majesty, it's better to catch up on sleep first." I continued, maintaining a calm tone with great difficulty.

"Really? You think so?" Zhou Qian asked again, this time with a little disbelief.

I know why he was surprised-the two of them were already a little out of control when they were in the car; further on, the kiss when they first met was enough to make people want to move.Long drought meets rain, dry firewood meets fire, it is too normal to get out of hand.I'm glad he offered it, and I can't say I don't want it, but it's definitely not the best time. "Wait until His Majesty recovers enough strength."

I guess my reply was too serious, Zhou Qian almost stared at me.After a long while, he laughed out loud, as if he couldn't help laughing. "Speaking of physical strength..." he started, but changed the subject halfway, "Then follow what you said, get some sleep first. Where is the bed?"

I'm not sure what he wants to follow behind his statement of physical strength—it's probably nothing good to say, and I'll get into it later—and I hurriedly asked someone to arrange it.When Zhou Qian lay on the bed, the plane also took off. "Don't let me find out what you're doing sneakily this time." He said as he pulled the quilt over.Although there was a warning in his tone, there was an unconscious smile on his face.

I knew he knew it.On such fronts, however, I will never throw in the towel. "Don't do it secretly, does that mean you can do it openly?"

Hearing my intention, Zhou Qian immediately glared at me. "I didn't say that."

"Okay, I misunderstood what His Majesty meant." I suppressed a smile, tucked him in the quilt, and kissed his straight browbones, "Go to sleep, Your Majesty."

Because of these little episodes, the next few hours of the journey were not so boring.By the time the plane landed again, the sun was past noon.The two went to have a meal first, and then went straight to the Changling Museum.

The museum has a five-story structure, the main exhibition hall extends from the fifth floor to the ground floor, and the central part is left empty according to the proportionally reduced Changling.Because the mausoleum is in the shape of a mountain cone, the top is the top, so the correct order of visits is to go up to the fifth floor and then go down.As soon as you enter the exhibition hall on the fifth floor, there is a brief introduction of His Majesty's life. The glass cabinets embedded on all sides display the cultural relics unearthed at the same location as the mausoleum. More than a year ago, there was no such thing as electric lights, and the sun, moon and stars in Changling were all genuine night pearls.

"Yongxuan is a prodigal bastard," Zhou Qian was overwhelmed with anger when he saw those lights, "he simply ignored my will!"

Dare to say that the Emperor Taizong who continued the prosperous Qing Dynasty into a prosperous Qing Dynasty is a prodigal, and I am afraid that His Majesty is the only one... I can't help coughing lightly.His Majesty never cared about the mausoleum or accompanying burials—looking at the 5000-year history, which emperor had to repair the tomb under pressure after he had ascended the throne for 56 years—but in the eyes of the people at that time, it didn’t seem that way things, including me. "The prince just wants to be filial."

Zhou Qian replied with a flat hum. "When a person is dead, it is useless to be filial. To die is to gain a good reputation. If you have this kind of effort, you might as well spend it on state affairs."

Although he was right, I coughed harder. "That's not necessarily true," I racked my brains to think of a reason, "Your Majesty's literary and martial arts are rare in history. The prince wants to show respect and love, and win people's hearts. It's not useless."

"Don't tell me that you memorized what was on the sign at the door just now." Zhou Qian curled his lips, "It's all praise and praise, it makes me feel embarrassed and cancer." Afterwards, He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and whispered again: "Fortunately, I wasn't really buried here."

I was about to make a serious protest against his so-called embarrassing cancer—everyone said that the final conclusion, how can the unanimous evaluation of later generations be called praise—but my attention was suddenly diverted to other places . "Changling is a tomb of clothing and crowns, and it really was ordered by His Majesty."

Zhou Qian was walking forward when he heard this and paused. "That's right." He admitted, but his eyes turned to the other side intentionally or unintentionally.

this reaction...

I took a half step forward and gently grasped his wrist.But instead, I stare at him almost urgently. "Where is that really?" Because of the vague anticipation of the answer, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Probably my reaction was transmitted through the touching skin, and Zhou Qian's expression became more and more unnatural. "Seventy miles to the north of Changling," he replied in a low voice, his eyes falling on the intersecting hands, "with...you."

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