Chang’an Peasant Girl

"I hope so." Xiao Changyi could only say this.

To be honest, he was really worried.

Worried that Gong Juechen had powerful power, even if Su Chengyu would not kill Gong Juechen, he would still be afraid and try to put Gong Juechen under house arrest so that Gong Juechen could not pose any threat to his throne.

Before his death, his adoptive father wanted the three brothers to work together, but he felt that it was too difficult to work together, so he settled for the next best thing. He didn't have to work together, but everyone had to live in peace.

If he couldn't even live in peace with each other, how could he have the face to see his adoptive father after his death.

"Go to bed early." He couldn't sleep, so Jing Jing wanted Xiao Changyi to sleep. She also said with a smile: "I watched you sleep."

"Let's talk to you again."

Jing Jing shook his head, "There are too many things in the military camp, and you still have to worry about me. You must not have slept well these past two days, so you should go to bed early. Our days are still long, and we will have plenty of time to talk in the future. There is no rush to talk today. Night."

He didn't sleep well, and he was so busy today that he didn't come back until she was eating. The moon was already hanging high. To be honest, she really felt sorry for her husband-in-law.

Seeing Jing Jing's insistence, Xiao Changyi agreed: "Yeah, I'll sleep." After saying that, he took Jing Jing and lay on the bed with him.

Xiao Changyi hugged Anjing, and Anjing nestled in Xiao Changyi's arms. Xiao Changyi was particularly careful not to touch Anjing's hands, lest Anjing's hands were really useless.

"Go to sleep." Seeing that Xiao Changyi was just looking at her without closing his eyes, Jing Jing smiled and urged him softly.

"Yes." Xiao Changyi responded lightly, kissed An Jing's forehead painfully next to the injured area, and then closed his eyes.

The lights were not turned off, An Jing just nestled in Xiao Changyi's arms, watching Xiao Changyi sleep.

But in the middle of the night, Jing Jing fell asleep in a daze.

Because of being quiet in his arms, Xiao Changyi slept particularly peacefully and soundly that night.

Quiet and good sleep to the end.

The next day, when Xiao Changyi opened his eyes, he saw Jing Jing looking at her in his arms. He couldn't help but slightly curled his lips and asked, "Are you not asleep, or just woke up?"

"I woke up a little earlier than you."

Xiao Changyi lowered his head to look at Jing Jing's hands. When he saw that Jing Jing's hands were not touched or pressed by them, he lowered his head in relief and exchanged a kiss sweeter than honey with Jing Jing.

Instead of staying in bed, after the kiss, Xiao Changyi stood up, first put on his clothes and shoes, and then helped Anjing get up and put on his clothes and shoes.

Immediately, he asked An Jing to sit in front of the bronze mirror and helped An Jing comb her hair.

Jing Jing looked at Xiao Changyi combing her hair in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but smile: "Ms. sir, it's been seven years since I've been here. Have we survived the seven-year itch?"

"The seven-year itch?"

"It means that in the seventh year of marriage, you may feel bored because of the dull routine of marriage. When you reach the burnout period, you have to go through a crisis test. For example, you or I fall in love with someone else during marriage."

Hearing this, Xiao Changyi frowned, a little unhappy: "No matter how long we live together, I will never get tired, I will only like you." After a pause, "You can only like me."

Xiao Changyi said the last sentence domineeringly and forcefully, but An Jing was particularly happy to hear it. He immediately nodded with a smile: "Yeah, you will only like me, and I will only like you, no matter how long we are together."