Fast time travel to counterattack 999: The male god catches up!

Chapter 427 Your Majesty, Please Move 34
Just when Guan Xiaoguan thought he was asleep, Rong Jin turned over and moved away from her a lot: "It's cold in early autumn, you'd better get some sleep, the corner of the bed is cold, it's not good for your body."

Guan Xiaoguan let out an 'um', and leaned in slightly.

Hearing that the breathing began to take a long time, as if she had fallen asleep, she let out a long breath and leaned against the wall again.

After drinking the tranquilizing medicine, I was already sleepy to death, but now that I touched the pillow and hugged the quilt, I couldn't stop the drowsiness. As soon as I closed my eyes, I went to find the old man Zhou Gong.

I have to say, the sedative medicine given by the imperial physician is really sedative!
Good medicine!

I'm going to give the insomniac Queen Mother a couple of hairdressers tomorrow.

……

Rong Jin turned over and lay flat on his back, listening to her indistinct breathing.

After a long time, he turned sideways, those pale eyes were extraordinarily bright in the moonless night, and there was no trace of sleepiness—"I always feel like I've seen you somewhere, but... who are you?"

who is it?

Who is who?
What is who?
……

Sleeping drowsily, a gust of cool wind came in from the side, Guan Xiaoguan couldn't help shivering, tearing open his eyes sleepily, just in time to see Rong Jin tucking in the quilt for her.

Seeing a few strands of candlelight squeezed in from the curtain of the bed, she yawned, squinted her eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

Rong Jin sat up and lay down again: "It's still early, go to sleep."

It wasn't until she heard her breathing become even again that Rong Jin sat up quietly. Ming Hai, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was about to come over with the dragon robe in his hands when Rong Jin raised his hand to stop him.

Let him take people to the outer hall to wait.

He looked back again, and then got up to cover the curtain.

Early in the early autumn morning, when it was cold and cold, Ming Hai waited on the Holy Majesty in the outer hall to get dressed, got up with a choked voice, and followed Rong Jin lightly out of Fengluan Palace.
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Although I slept late last night, I slept very full this time.

Because the sun has already risen so high when I wake up!
Guan Xiaoguan looked at Zhu Jiujiu in the bronze mirror, raised his hand to touch Yidong's freshly combed bun, yes, this hairstyle is simple, but it matches Zhu Jiujiu's eyebrows and eyes very well, not bad.

138 chewed melon seeds and reminded: "Don't forget your current identity, you are the queen!"

Going out with this outfit is not even as good as a concubine. No matter how low-key Zhu Jiujiu is, can't she simply look like this? ? ? ?

Guan Xiaoguan curled his lips: "The queen is the queen, and the emperor is a beggar when he wears beggar's clothes? Identity is a kind of responsibility, and it has something to do with how much money you wear? If you really talk about clothes, look at Rong Jin, wearing a dragon robe, he looks like It’s a wandering wild crane.”

Although he disapproved in his heart, he still added a few more phoenix hairpins to his hands.

138 is right, during the competition, if it is found that it is not the original host, points will be deducted. . . .

138, who always likes to chatter in the space, is extraordinarily quiet today.

Until she finished her breakfast and was about to go to Yinghua Hall to pay her a routine greeting, he suddenly said something inexplicable: "Yes, you are right...so, you have always been you."

"...???"

Guan Xiaoguan raised his eyebrows, 138 didn't take the wrong medicine today, right?
No, no!
Didn't take medicine at all! ?

Right ghost ah?
What's wrong?
Facts have proved that 138 really didn't take medicine... because, after she passed the preliminary competition, this guy chose a very—explosive identity for her, Nima, it's fine to be a man, but why should he be a man? A man spoiled by men's circle! ! !
　Second shift, second shift, next third shift. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)