When she saw the bed, she didn't move at all.
Those somewhat dark eyes flashed with a somewhat complicated light: "This is what the emperor said... looking for a robe?"
The girl is lying on the bed.
The slender and soft body was half leaning on the soft pillow.
It brings out the soft and beautiful lines of girls.
A black hair like a waterfall poured down.
The quilt covered the girl's waist.
When the girl raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
Those charming eyes, like the most flawless jade in the world, crashed into his heart like colored glaze.
That appearance really didn't look like he was looking for some kind of robe.
It can almost be said that since she said she wanted to clean up by herself, she let him go to see Emperor Moxuan.
She just lay on the bed, not moving at all.
Obviously, from the very beginning, there was no plan to meet Emperor Moxuan with him.
Ye Qingluo met the other's eyes for a few breaths, and couldn't help frowning.
I don't know if it was an illusion, when the other party's eyes fell on her.
The expression in the other party's eyes has changed significantly.
She suppressed the deep thought in her eyes, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, and her voice was also deliberately relaxed, very lazy: "I'm really sorry, I made Patriarch Qiao a waste of time, my body may have fallen asleep just now Liang, I'm feeling drowsy now, I'm afraid I can't go with you to see Ah Xuan."
As she spoke, she raised her hand again and again, stroking her forehead.
"Where is it uncomfortable?" Almost subconsciously, the other party blurted out.
The eagerness and concern in his tone made Ye Qingluo raise his eyebrows.
As if aware that his emotions were not right, the man coughed lightly, corrected his attitude, and pretended to be calm: "Master Emperor must be very worried when he knows that Mrs. Emperor is not feeling well."
"So... trouble Patriarch Qiao to go back and tell Ah Xuan." Ye Qingluo twitched the corners of his lips, looking weak and unwell.
It caused the other party's gaze to focus on her more and more scorchingly.
Just when Ye Qingluo was about to open his mouth to issue an order to evict the guests.
The man suddenly strode forward and walked over.
After a few steps, he was already standing by the bed.
Ye Qingluo looked up.
He met those dark and suppressed eyes.
Patriarch Qiao would never look at her like that.
"When did you see it?" He lowered his head, looked at her quietly, his eyes were dark, and he didn't intend to hide it.
Ye Qingluo pretended to be stupid: "What?"
"When will you find out that I am not the owner of Patriarch Qiao." The man didn't play around with her either.
The expression on Ye Qingluo's face gradually softened.
It seemed that he didn't intend to continue pretending.
Yes…
The person in front of him had exactly the same face and voice as Patriarch Qiao.
However, he is not the real Patriarch Qiao.
How did you recognize it
It should be... from the very beginning.
Because, Emperor Moxuan knew her current physical condition, so how could he ask Patriarch Qiao to invite her to the front hall to discuss things
Even if it is to discuss.
That would also take the initiative to come to her room.
After that, she deliberately tried it.
It was time to tidy up again before going to see Emperor Moxuan.
If it is true Patriarch Qiao.
Naturally, she also knows her current situation.
Knowing that she now...doesn't have the strength to clean herself up.
How could it be possible to get out of bed alone, walk out of the room, and meet Emperor Moxuan
so…
From that moment on, she was sure.
The person outside the door is not Patriarch Qiao.
Originally thought, it could be delayed for a while until Emperor Moxuan arrived.
But... this man didn't play his cards according to common sense.