Hearing the sound of the door, she raised her head slightly.
"For this hunt, the regent will definitely take action. I think he will ambush you here."
While she was talking, she saw the young prime minister walking slowly, his snow-colored long clothes moved, his sleeves folded and his eyes lowered, his steps were not too fast.
Walking to the table, Yu Chu pointed out the map to him, "Look, is it possible that he is here..."
Before he finished speaking, one hand gently held her sleeve, the young man leaned over, and his lips covered hers. Before Yu Chu could push him, someone grabbed her waist.
The prime minister's fragrance was alluring. He raised her chin with his slender fingers, bit her lips lightly, and then pushed her away with a smile. His eyes were dark and cold, "It's possible."
Yu Chu blinked before realizing that he was answering her question just now.
"You... Don't move, I'm serious." She pursed her lips.
Rong Xian sat at the table, glanced at her with unclear eyes, and said slowly: "Am I not serious?"
"..."
Just looking at his radiant appearance, a pair of clear and deep eyes looked over quietly, his calm appearance was not only serious, but also abstinence and indifference.
Yu Chu glared at him, and his hand was pulled down by his drooping eyes again, and he held it gently.
The prime minister's eyes fell on the map, and after looking at it for a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised: "These places are indeed where he might ambush."
He paused, "It's just..."
Yu Chu blinked, "Just what?"
The young prime minister looked at the annotations on the map quietly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty's words are really ugly."
"..."
Yu Chu put down his pen, "I can't have shortcomings anymore?"
The prime minister in white smiled lightly.
This man just has this ability, no matter how angry he is, when he smiles like this, his usual cold appearance melts into another kind of warm beauty.
Yu Chu's temper stopped abruptly.
Depressedly, she picked up the pen again, and was just about to continue drawing circles, when the young prime minister looked up at the night outside, "It's getting late."
"Don't disturb me, I'm busy." Yu Chu was not polite.
Rong Xian sat quietly without urging her, and watched her draw circles quietly for a few minutes. It was not until she rubbed her eyes that he smiled softly: "Take a rest, you're sleepy."
Hearing what he said, Yu Chu thought he had escaped a catastrophe, so he quickly put down his pen, stood up, and walked into the bedroom.
The snow-clothed boy lowered his eyes and followed unhurriedly.
"What are you doing?" Yu Chu stopped.
Rong Xian looked at her quietly, "I just sleep with you and don't do anything."
Yu Chu froze for a moment, but Rong Xian had already looked away, walked slowly to the bed, put his slender fingers on his belt, looked cold, and lowered his eyes to undo the buckle.
He turned his face slightly, and took off his snow-white coat. The young man was wearing a white coat, and his slender figure stood in the light. He looked at her quietly with his clear and dark eyes, and stretched out a hand with beautiful knuckles towards her: "come over."
"..."
Yu Chu saw that he really didn't seem to plan to do anything, so he walked over obediently, and was gently embraced by the young man. He lifted the quilt with his slender fingers, and calmly kissed her forehead.
"Go to sleep."
Yu Chu lay on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking to himself that Manager Li outside might be worried all night.
The noble and cold prime minister of the Great Le Dynasty lived in the same bedroom and bed with the little emperor.
Tut tut.
After thinking about how Mr. Li would be frightened, Yu Chu fell asleep holding the prime minister with peace of mind.