Chu Ci looked at his darkened face, and hooked the corners of his lips again, "Isn't it time to get married? It's only a year and a half away, can't you bear it for a year and a half?"
Concubine Lan Gui had indeed discussed with Chu Ci a more suitable date before, and it must be too late to prepare now, and if the emperor can't survive this winter, then the whole country will have to mourn for a year, so one and a half years later is the most suitable time.
No matter who Chu Ci's husband-in-law is in the end, the wedding will be held at that time.
"Just over a year, soon." Chu Ci patted him on the shoulder with a smile in his eyes.
Su Yu looked at Chu Ci's face and was silent for a long time, then retorted in a very low voice and quickly, "... hurry up."
Where did you learn this
Chu Ci couldn't help but raised her hand and patted the man's forehead, "Swearing?"
"… No."
It sounds aggrieved.
Chu Ci couldn't help laughing, her head still resting on his chest.
Her hair was scattered around, her face was soft and beautiful, she smiled as if all the stars in the sky were in her eyes, she was really beautiful.
In the end, Su Yu couldn't help but lowered his head and touched Chu Ci's forehead. Without saying a word, he heard Chu Ci call out to him with a smile.
"Su Yu."
"kindness?"
"fiancé?"
"… kindness!"
'Su Yu's love value +1, currently 99. '
After the two talked, there was less distance between them.
He was coaxed into pouring down the bowl of bitter soup for Chu Ci.
Seeing Chu Ci fluttering in his arms, flailing his teeth and claws, unwilling to drink, and saying that the imperial doctor was deliberately retaliating against her, Su Yu had a gentle smile on his face, and undoubtedly poured it all down for Chu Ci.
Then, after stuffing a candied fruit into Chu Ci's mouth, she hiccupped seeing Chu Ci aggrievedly holding the candied fruit in her mouth, and finally hugged the quilt and shrunk inside like she didn't want to see him.
The two had indeed been arguing for a long time, and the imperial doctor said that they wanted Chu Ci to have a good rest.
And Su Yu experienced the feeling of his heart being suspended in mid-air all afternoon, and also felt a little hungry and tired, so he didn't make trouble with Chu Ci anymore, so he lay down on the bed, and hugged Chu Ci from behind into his arms.
After Chu Ci tossed and tumbled for a while, she still didn't let go, and said, let's rest.
Hearing the exhaustion in his voice, Chu Ci didn't say anything more, and closed his eyes while hugging the quilt like this.
It's just that this night is destined to be not peaceful.
The bell from the imperial city struck nine.
Suddenly the silence was broken.
Su Yu opened his eyes the first time the bell rang, raised his hand to cover Chu Ci's ears, and listened quietly to the end of the bell.
The corners of his lips curved slightly.
He hugged Chu Ci, who had been disturbed a bit, into his arms, buried her face in his chest, and then glanced in the direction of the imperial city.
In the Beiji Dynasty, the bell struck nine times, which represented the death of the emperor of the dynasty.
Originally, Su Xiaotian seemed to be able to live longer, but he didn't expect that he would not survive today.
Su Yu thought about it, but he didn't express too many expressions. Holding Chu Ci in his arms, he adjusted his posture and fell asleep again.
By the early morning of the next day, the imperial city had already exploded. The emperor had just died of illness, and the eldest prince and his mother had already sensed that something was wrong.