Is Xianjun jealous today?

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Yuan Zhao glanced at him with a pen in his hand, as a tacit consent.

For a long time, the memorials submitted by various clans have been stored in the Taihe Palace. The parts submitted by the patriarchs have been classified and reviewed by the emperor and empress, and then archived. The little things in it are also intricate, often affecting the whole body, so Yuan Zhao dare not neglect it.

No matter what the details are, Yuan Zhao will review them one by one, and then mark them with a Chinese ink brush. Kaiyang will divide these reviewed memorabilia into two categories. Send it to the Qianyuan Hall, where the immortal officials in charge of managing the memorials will return it to all ethnic groups.

The second category is ordinary work reports, which report some major events and minor situations in the jurisdiction on a timely basis. This category is temporarily stored in Chenyang Palace after Yuan Zhao has seen it. If necessary, you can browse it by category.

"Can Dijun study ink?"

"Ok?"

Bai Jiuyao was sitting there drowsy, when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, "How do you research?"

Yuan Zhao looked at the forked nib, "Drip water on the inkstone, and then turn it with an ink stick."

"okay."

Bai Jiuyao moved to the corner of the table, picked up the ink ingot with some hesitation, "Is this?"

Yuan Zhao raised his eyes, "Yes."

"it is good."

"..."

"...don't put too much water in."

"Oh."

"...slower."

"okay."

In the past, these tasks were all done by Kai Yang. It seems that Yuan Zhao didn't come here to read the memorials for a long time recently, so he forgot about it, so the inkstone was a little dry.

Yuan Zhao looked at the obedient and obedient Bai Jiuyao in front of him. He didn't know how to describe the complicated mood. He said he was relieved, but there was something else mixed in here. Even if he was good to himself in every possible way, but Yuan Zhao always felt that something else was mixed in, maybe it was regret?Guilt perhaps?

"...Emperor"

Bai Jiuyao raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Zhao opened his mouth and thought for a long time before saying, "Before or now, which one is the real you?"

This question is indeed a bit esoteric for Bai Jiuyao. He stopped his hands in contemplation. He thought that Yuan Zhao's question might be because of what happened last night, so he said timidly: " You should blame me for what happened last night, I couldn't control myself, and I know it's bad to do so...but I don't regret it. "

Yuan Zhao: "..."

"It doesn't matter if you hit me or scold me, I won't make excuses for what I did—"

Yuan Zhao saw that he seemed so embarrassed even to express his words, so he could only say helplessly: "Okay, Emperor, I understand."

Bai Jiuyao put the ink ingot in his hand aside, moved it to Yuan Zhao's side, and put his arms around him, looking aggrieved, "I really know I was wrong, I won't do that in the future."

"I--"

Before Bai Jiuyao waited for Yuan Zhao to finish speaking, he supported his waist and kissed him. Yuan Zhao immediately hid back with his whole body tensed, but the room was already small, and there was only a soft cushion behind him. It's a wall, and there is no way to retreat.

Yuan Zhao's eyes were full of horror. After all, the experience of last night was still vivid in his memory, but before he could resist, Bai Jiuyao ended the gentle and gentle kiss just right.

"I really won't do it in the future, Zhao'er has to believe me."

"Then, let me go first..."

"it is good."

Bai Jiuyao let go of the hand holding Yuan Zhao neatly, he stepped back, bit his lip and said, "Don't look, let's go to sleep."

Seeing his expression, Yuan Zhao immediately became alert, "You...what do you want?"

Knowing that he would be wrong, Bai Jiuyao hurriedly explained: "It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you are too tired."

Yuan Zhao curled his lips in disbelief, "I'm not tired, I'll sleep after watching."

Seeing that he insisted on this, Bai Jiuyao didn't want to disobey him, so he sat on the side silently and began to grind ink.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Zhao was a little relieved. It seemed that he was not always crazy. On the contrary, Bai Jiuyao was affectionate and gentle at this time, and it was hard not to be tempted.

Bai Jiuyao read Yuan Zhao's grades one by one, but it seemed that he couldn't finish reading those piles of Lao Gao's files. He said quietly, "How about I approve it with you?"

Yuan Zhao was taken aback, turned his head to look at him with a light smile and said, "Yes."

After that, he casually handed over a roll of memorials, and took a Langhao brush from the pen stand and handed it over, "Dijun, let's have a look."

"Ah."

Bai Jiuyao took it with great interest, thinking that he would be able to sleep with Yuan Zhao soon after the approval, but he frowned and looked at it for a while, and the pen in his hand seemed to be useless. Looking at his hill-like eyebrows, Yuan Zhao just waited to see the joke.

Sure enough, after a while, Bai Jiuyao handed back the memorial again, and said with some embarrassment, "I don't understand."

Those memorials were all submitted by the clansmen of the branches of various ethnic groups. Some regions and folk customs are different, and the characters in the clan are also different. For example, those elves in the forest, their characters are like pictures, crooked. , If you haven't studied it specially, you can't understand the memorials they presented at all.

Yuan Zhao looked at him and couldn't help but joked: "It seems that the emperor still needs to read more books."

Bai Jiuyao glanced at him in embarrassment, and whispered, "I'm not afraid that you will be tired."

Although he lowered his voice, the room is small, and even the slightest sound can be heard very clearly. Seeing his expression, Yuan Zhao couldn't bear it, "I'm not tired."

Bai Jiuyao looked at him, feeling very distressed, "You've been sitting there for so long, and you don't even have anything to lean on behind you, your lower back should hurt again."

Before Yuan Zhao could speak, Bai Jiuyao got up straight and walked over, looking down at Yuan Zhao, "Get up first."

"what?"

Bai Jiuyao pulled him up involuntarily, and then sat down under Yuan Zhao's gaze, then pushed the small desk in front of him forward, and then opened his arms to Yuan Zhao, "Come on, let me hug you." Looking at you, you can lean in my arms and watch."

Seeing Yuan Zhao was stunned, he smiled and pulled his hand, calling him, "Come on."

Yuan Zhao sat down suspiciously, and Bai Jiuyao immediately supported his waist with both hands and leaned towards him, then reached out and took a roll of memorials and handed it to him, "Here, lean in my arms and read."

Yuan Zhao looked at the shining melodies in front of him, and felt that it was extremely dazzling. This scene was something he could never dream of.

Why did Bai Jiuyao, who used to be as cold as ice, suddenly become so enthusiastic?Looking at this trend, it is really worse than the original him.

At this moment, he has almost forgotten what happened last night, and now he is completely dazzled by happiness, and his whole body is light, more confusing than drunk.

Yuan Zhao hesitated for a moment, then leaned back slightly, the clear and light fruity fragrance wafted melodiously, although through the clothes, he could still feel the hot chest, Bai Jiuyao couldn't look at it, but Yuan Zhao Zhao could already feel that his face had started to turn red and hot, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

hateful!

How do you look at the memorials!

Originally, Yuan Zhao was a little distracted, but Bai Jiuyao had to put his hand on his waist, which made him even more uncomfortable.

He blinked slowly, and then concentrated on looking at the crooked words.

In the quiet room, only the breathing of the two of them is left at this moment. Perhaps it is too quiet here. Yuan Zhao's ears are filled with the sound of Bai Jiuyao's breathing and heartbeat. Although he wants to concentrate on reading the memorial, Bai Jiuyao's ears The exhaled breath tugged at his heart as if it had been tampered with, not only made his heart unable to be peaceful, but also had a tendency to beat faster and faster.

Damn!

That's it!

In short, these things are endless!

Yuan Zhao stroked the hand on his waist, "Don't watch it, let's go to sleep."

Bai Jiuyao was already so sleepy that he was wandering away. Seeing that Yuan Zhao was finally willing to sleep, he immediately smiled, "Okay."

Seeing Yuan Zhao got up and went out, Bai Jiuyao looked at the messy tabletop, and even tidied up there. Yuan Zhao didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Bai Jiuyao fiddling with those things. Zuoshu, he smiled and turned around and took his hand, "Let's go, Kaiyang will sort it out tomorrow."

"Oh."

The two stood by the bed, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Bai Jiuyao was afraid that Yuan Zhao would remember what happened last night again, so he simply stood there and said nothing, Yuan Zhao was indeed a little tired, and didn't think too much, and said while taking off his clothes, "Is the emperor still sleeping in it? "

After waiting for a while without hearing a response, Yuan Zhao looked at him suspiciously, "Dijun?"

Bai Jiuyao stood there very close and looked at him sadly, as if he was about to cry in the next second, "Can you stop calling me Dijun, this name seems very natural."

Yuan Zhao's hand that was undoing the girdle stopped, and after a while, he tore off the girdle neatly and put it on the stool, looking at Bai Jiuyao with interest, "Then what do you want me to call you?"

"baby?"

Seeing that Bai Jiuyao didn't respond, Yuan Zhao sneered, "Could it be the husband?"

Humming, Bai Jiuyao came up and hugged him, and put his chin on his shoulder, "Lovers should have nicknames."

"Nick name?"

Yuan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, where did he learn all this.

"What about you? What's your nickname for me?"

Bai Jiuyao bit his lip and chuckled, leaning into Yuan Zhao's ear and whispering a few words, but Yuan Zhao, who had always been thick-skinned, couldn't take it any longer. No matter how he played a hooligan, he felt a little ashamed.

"you--"

Bai Jiuyao smiled triumphantly at the side, Yuan Zhao gave him a white look, said "shameless" and got under the covers.

Naturally, Bai Jiuyao took off his coat neatly and climbed onto the bed. Yuan Zhao lightly lifted the corner of the quilt and he got in. After a while, Bai Jiuyao said quietly, "Why don't you hug me? asleep?"

Yuan Zhao: "..."

"Are you still blaming me?"

"No."

"Then you used to hug me to sleep and touch me."

Yuan Zhao: "..."

Conscience of heaven and earth, how dare he touch it now? In the past, he was young and ignorant, and when things got to this point, he was shooting himself in the foot. Besides, he suffered such a big loss last night, and now his body It's still uncomfortable, how dare he be so presumptuous, if there is any fire again, then he will not be the one who suffers.

Yuan Zhao had no choice but to turn over and embrace Bai Jiuyao's shoulders, and put his face on his heart, "Go to sleep."

......

"So I still don't have a nickname, do I?"

Yuan Zhao: "..."

"Dijun must allow me to think about it."

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