During the past half month, the capital was filled with the calmness of the approaching storm.
The mother of the Qu family didn't know that she was about to face a catastrophe.
The queen still faced Prime Minister Li with a smile every day, secretly monitoring her actions through Yu Chu's information.
What happened to Li Zhu made Prime Minister Li furious like never before. She quickly connected all the ministers under her command and prepared to start the plan against the Qu family in advance.
However, in the humble house outside the city, there was no tense atmosphere at all.
Qu Heng was not worried about this matter. He didn't have any feelings for the Qu family.
The only thing that matters is the father, but with the secret protection of the general, there is no concern for his father's safety.
Now, the most important thing for Qu Heng is to cultivate the relationship between himself and his wife.
He put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at the girl on the other side of the bookshelf from the gap in the bookshelf.
She was leaning on the bookshelf, concentrating on reading. The light from the candles in the room shone on her side face, and the color was warm.
Qu Heng moved forward slightly, resting his white fingertips on the bookshelf, staring at her with a pair of cold eyes without blinking.
After reading for a while, he took a step back, put down the book in his hand lightly, and said with pursed lips: "My wife, it's late, it's time to take a bath and rest."
Hearing this, Yu Chu raised his eyes and glanced at the candle.
When I first came to the study, I ordered it, and it was almost burnt out.
She nodded, "Okay, then let's go back and rest, and you go to bed early too."
Qu Heng narrowed his eyes and gave a low hum, but his thoughts were a little lost.
It's been a few days since I came to the humble house, and because I'm not married, both of them abide by the etiquette and don't exceed the rules.
For Qu Heng, actually being able to sleep in the room next to her gave him an indescribable peace of mind.
However, when I opened my eyes and looked at the top of the bed, I always felt like a kitten scratching in my heart. He wished it could be more intimate.
The young man has always been pure-hearted and ascetic, and he doesn't particularly want to go beyond the rules, but the wife-lord doesn't seem to have any intention of getting close to him, and this attitude makes him a little concerned.
Qu Heng put the scroll away, lowered his eyes and walked out of the study.
The two returned to the room together. Yu Chu ordered people to prepare for a bath, and the waiters rushed in and out, carrying water into the tub and setting up the screen.
Yu Chu strode into the room, and the boy behind him paused, and slowly entered with her.
With slender fingers, he gently untied the jade pendant hanging around his waist. Qu Heng lowered his eyes slightly, and before the general turned his face away, he casually threw the things under the table.
Yu Chu turned his head and said, "It's getting late, Ah Heng, you should go back and rest soon."
"Yeah." The boy slowly bent his eyes, and glanced at the inner room covered by the screen, "Then I'll go back first, and the wife has a good rest."
"it is good."
Yu Chu watched him go out, and then turned around and walked into the inner room. The bathtub had already been placed, and the waiters bowed out of the room and closed the door.
Yu Chu naturally didn't have the habit of letting the waiter take care of the bath. Although in the Nvzun Country, the noble ladies are usually served by waiters when they bathe.
She took off her clothes behind the screen, stepped into the bathtub, and lay on the edge thinking.
With the current situation in the capital, Prime Minister Li should start taking action.
She turned around and slightly raised her hand to drench the water, but suddenly she heard a light knock on the door.
The young man's light voice was careless, "wife master, can you come in?"
Yu Chu stopped his movements, blinked his eyes, "What's the matter, Ah Heng, what's the matter?"
Outside the door, the young man knocked on the door with his white knuckles, his expression was calm and breezy, but there was a trace of tension deep in his pupils.