Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

About Chu Ling’s first time climbing into bed.

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Late at night, it was already midnight.

The dark clouds were thick and covered the moon and stars in the sky.

It was late at night, and it was raining outside the window, and the cool rain was falling.

The rainwater fell on the eaves and gurgled down the eaves.

Drop by drop, like a silk thread strung with crystal jade beads, it fell to the ground.

Outside the palace, it was wet and foggy.

Like a hazy dream, it is quiet and the sound of rain is crisp.

The slightly opened window was propped up, and the light as bright as day shone through the hall.

Looking carefully, I only looked inside, which was as cold and silent as usual.

There was no sound, only the gentle sound of writing came.

Under the warm light, the cold white figure kept writing.

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I don’t know how much time passed, but the rain outside became heavier and heavier.

It's late at night and the rain is hitting the window sill. It's time to lie on the bed and rest peacefully.

On the imperial stage, when the quiet and pale figure stopped writing, the little man beside him who had been accompanying him had already fallen asleep.

He lowered his little head and leaned against the edge of his chair, pecking like a chicken.

You can fall asleep even while standing.

The sound of shallow breathing came, and the little face was buried in the shadow, only the red mouth was exposed.

Like bright candy dipped in honey.

Quietly, as if asleep.

It looks cute and painfully tight.

The young man who had finished handling the government affairs put down his pen and looked sideways.

Looking at her, his eyes were dark.

It was raining outside, and the sound of rain became louder and louder, making the eaves of the roof crackle.

It was a little noisy, but it didn't wake her up.

The limp little body was leaning on the chair, and his head was getting more and more tilted, and he was about to hit it.

The next second, a warm and pale hand gently held her.

The collision was immediately avoided.

The little man who fell asleep was really sleepy and slept soundly.

Being held up, the familiar and pleasant smell was next to her, so she subconsciously rubbed it.

He hummed twice, like a kitten coquettishly.

She fell asleep without knowing anything - there was a line of sight that kept falling on her.

Quietly, silently staring.

Dark eyes, with dark and unclear emotions.

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Outside the hall, it was raining and the wind was blowing. The wind was cool, carrying the chill of early autumn.

It's cool and chilly.

Big raindrops fell on the ground, and there were layers of water splashing everywhere.

Eunuch Zheng, who was watching the night, couldn't help but rub his arms, looked at the dark sky outside, and muttered: "It's getting cold, it's time to put on more clothes..."

"Squeak——"

As he was speaking, the closed palace door behind him opened.

The spring-like temperature in the hall came, dissipating a few chills brought by the wind.

Eunuch Zheng heard the sound and turned around, "House——"

The person who came out of it glanced at him. He was still holding someone in his arms, covered with a cloak, and seemed to be asleep.

Eunuch Zheng immediately fell silent.

After realizing something, he picked up the umbrella from the side very sensibly, opened it, and held it over his head.

After all, it's not the first time.

Several times before, when Mr. Yun fell asleep, His Highness always sent him back like this.

Eunuch Zheng, who gradually got used to it, did not dare to say anything and had to serve him wholeheartedly.

Help hold the umbrella and follow behind.

It was a dark night and it rained heavily.

The boy holding the person in his arms could still walk steadily even though he was lame.

Walk slowly to prevent slipping.

The cloak wraps the person in his arms tightly.