Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Outside the dormitory, Gao Yuan's eyes gradually became moist as he looked at the burning candle and the tall figure beside the candle.

After a night of hard work, His Majesty is still working so hard, he is worthy of being a generation of Mingjun.

When the moon was tilting, he finally pushed open the door unbearably: "Your Majesty, rest..."

His words stopped when he saw Xuan Yan who was sitting on the soft bed. The monk was writing something on the paper with a vermilion pen in his hand.

But how dare he?

How dare you overstep the power of the Son of Heaven?

"You..." As soon as he uttered a word, Xuan Yan raised his eyes, his fingertips resting on his lips, his eyes were extremely calm.

Unconsciously, Gao Yuan swallowed the rest of the voice.

Xuan Yan wrote a few words on the paper and pushed it in front of Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan looked serious, thinking he was going to explain something.

It turned out that the paper said: "Bring a blanket."

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I don't know whether the sweat on his forehead was caused by the warm earth dragon, or by the anger of this daring monk.

Suddenly, something moved inside Xuanyan's side, and the corner of the bright yellow clothes slipped off.

"Go." Xuan Yan let out a barely detectable breath.

And Gao Yuan, who finally saw His Majesty lying unconscious on his lap, said, "Yes."

What can he say?

Since His Majesty fell asleep here, he must know what Xuan Yan was doing.

This master...

He took a complicated look at the master who had the intention of meddling in the government, and quietly took the blanket.

When the Son of Heaven dotes on someone, he always wants to give that person the best, including his own authority.

But if you don't love anymore, then all the presumptuous behaviors in the past will become that person's death talisman.

Three days later, the final election will begin, and there will be beautiful girls entering the palace, and this Master Xuanyan does not know whether he can continue to maintain his current favor.

If not...

As the cold wind blew across his cheeks, a thought suddenly rose in Gao Yuan's mind: Can those beautiful girls still enter the palace?

Thinking of His Majesty's move to Xiaoxiang Palace as soon as he was drugged, he was a little unwilling to be sure.

A burst of cold rose from the bottom of his heart, making him shiver inexplicably.

Xuan Yan was not familiar with everything when reviewing the memorial for the first time.

It wasn't until the dawn of the day that those papers were stumbled and approved.

A piece of paper was clipped into the booklet, which included the contents of the booklet summarized by Xuan Yan, as well as his suggestions.

After laying out the last booklet, Xuan Yan unconsciously lowered his eyes and glanced at the sleeping emperor, with a little helplessness in his expression.

His Majesty, his vigilance is always so weak.

If he wants to, he can not only control the government, but even...

Looking at the fragile neck, Xuan Yan took a deep breath, and a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

In vain you used to be a monk, and you even dared to think about these outrageous things once you returned to the vulgar.

He gently removed the head that was tightly attached to his lower abdomen, and fell limp.

The numbness on his legs made him stagger slightly, and he picked up the sleeping man after a while and walked towards the bed.

Such a big movement, even if Xie Zhuo fell asleep, he still had to respond.

He reluctantly raised his eyelids: "What's wrong?"

"Go to sleep." Xuan Yan said softly, "I've finished approving the paper, you can just read it tomorrow."

Xie Zhuo clung to the man's neck indiscriminately, kissed a bit perfunctorily, and said in a daze, "Thank you."

Free!

Xuan Yan put her on the bed, and didn't recover from that simple kiss for a long time.