The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

"Cousin, for Ah Li, this is not a sacrifice, but another form of companionship! Ah Li only has this wish, and I ask my cousin to make it come true."

If you can't be by her side, it's okay to watch her happy from a distance!

Du Li's words made Nan Jun feel even more guilty. If she hadn't come to occupy "Nan Jun"'s body, wouldn't he have to be so aggrieved?

At this time, Nan Jun had already forgotten that if she didn't come, Du Li wouldn't live for too long.

She got up and left directly, Nan Jun didn't say a word to Du Li, she would not agree to this matter.

Looking at the back of the man leaving, Du Li finally lay down on the low table beside him and cried bitterly.

From today onwards, he really lost her...

Perhaps, he never got her!

Nan Jun just turned around the side hall when he met Li Hanying who hurried over.

"Why is there such a hurry?"

Nan Jun asked aloud, it must not be a trivial matter for Li Hanying to sweat profusely in the cold winter night.

"Ouch! Nine thousand years old, this old slave has found you... you can go and have a look! His Majesty didn't know what was wrong, he went back to the Qianqing Palace absent-mindedly after going out to use the toilet, no matter what the old slave asked, His Majesty doesn't even care!"

"But are you drunk?"

As Nan Jun asked this question, he also became worried in his heart. It was just a few glasses of fruit wine, so he shouldn't get drunk.

"My king, go and have a look, you stay here and watch, and report back if you have something important to do."

Nan Jun hurriedly walked, although Li Hanying remembered the emperor in her heart, she still stopped.

What Jiuqiantui said was right, if she went, it would be of no use for Jiuqiantui, and people need to be guarded here, so if the emperor and Jiuqiantui are not here, she, who is in charge, will also run away.

Nan Jun's steps were fast, and his red sleeves fluttered, drawing a dazzling line of light under the dim yellow candlelight.

The door of Qianqing Palace was closed tightly, and there was not even a small servant guarding the door, Nan Jun couldn't help but a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Qiao Yun had always been afraid of the dark, even if he fell asleep, he would have to leave a candle in the hall, how dare he stay in there alone at this time without being guarded?

With a slight push, the door creaked, and the corners of Nan Jun's mouth curled up slightly. It seemed that the child knew to leave a door for her.

Nan Jun's inner strength is profound, before she entered the inner hall, she heard a burst of sobbing from inside, although she tried her best to suppress it, it still reached Nan Jun's ears.

Nan Jun dodged into the inner room. At this time, Qiao Yun had no time to change his clothes, and was lying on the bed crying aggrievedly.

His small body twitched, just like what Nan Jun had imagined—the appearance of him after being wronged in countless dark nights in the past.

Because there is nowhere to tell, all the suffering can only be turned into his tears in the dark night.

There was a sudden pain in the chest, Nan Jun held his breath, walked slowly to the bed, raised his hand slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then landed on the thin back.

"Why is Yun'er crying? But did you suffer any grievances?"

Nan Jun suddenly made a sound, which startled the sad little man.

Qiao Yun's body froze, and she didn't throw herself into Nan Jun's arms as usual, but curled up and rolled into the bed, took advantage of the situation and pulled the folded quilt inside to wrap herself around, with her back to Nan Jun.

Nan Jun was startled, looking at his empty hands helplessly.

No need to ask, it's obvious that the person the little prince is annoyed by is Nan Jun.

It's just that she really doesn't know what she did to make him cry like this, it's really distressing.

Reluctantly pursing his lips, Nan Jun sat on the bed with a good temper, dragged the man over with the quilt, and hugged him on his half-bent legs.

"Even if you are angry with me, you have to explain the reason clearly. You have wronged yourself like this, isn't it just a sinner like me?"

Even though he didn't know what he did wrong, Nan Jun still admitted his mistakes first, who made him young!

The tears in the big eyes fell even more because of Nan Jun's soft words, Qiao Yun just bit his lips, and didn't look at Nan Jun, just kept crying.

"How did the always strong little emperor turn into a little crybag?"

"..." ignore her.

"Could it be that the ears and mouth are also broken from crying?"

"..." Still ignore her.

"Look, tears and snot are all over your face, it's really dirty."

"..." He glared at her.

"It turns out that the emperor always loses his temper like this! Alas, this minister is really incompetent, unable to guess what the emperor is thinking..."

"..." His body froze obviously, and after sneaking a glance at her, he continued to be speechless.

"Since this is the case, the emperor will definitely not want to see the face of this minister again. The emperor rested earlier, and the minister will leave."

As Nan Jun said, he put the ball in his arms on the bed, actually stood up, and turned around.

Nan Jun closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart: "One...two...three..."

"I won't let you go!"

This time, Qiao Yun didn't delay for a moment. Before Nan Jun took a step, he was hugged from behind by his waist.

The corners of Nan Ju's lips curled up slightly, but he pretended to be calm and didn't look back.

"Since the emperor doesn't want to see the minister, why doesn't he allow the minister to leave?"

"You are not allowed to call yourself a courtier, you are Yun'er's elder sister, not Yun'er's courtier."

Qiao Yun shouted anxiously, his voice was full of urgency and seven points of grievance.

"But my Yun'er never ignores me, even if he annoys me, he won't stop talking to me..."

Before Nan Ju finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qiao Yun.

"Obviously you bullied me. You haven't coaxed me well, so you're going to leave. Huh...you bully..."

As Qiao Yun said, she lay on the back of Nan Jun's hand and began to cry again. Nan Jun turned around and hugged Ren'er in his arms.

Raising his hand to wipe away the teardrops all over his face, Nan Jun never knew that he could cry so much in this life.

"How could I be willing to leave Yun'er and leave alone, but I feel sad, Yun'er doesn't want to talk to me!"

"You...do you still need...Yun'er to accompany...talk with you?"

Qiao Yun asked, sobbing.

"Why not? That's a stupid question."

Nan Jun pinched Qiao Yun's face flushed from crying as a punishment, but his subordinates didn't dare to use any force.

Qiao Yun embraced Nan Jun's hand that was placed on her face with both hands, lowered her eyes and said in disappointment: "Yun'er saw it just now..."

Nan Jun was puzzled, and raised Qiao Yun's small face with his other hand, looking straight into his eyes.

"What did you see?"

Qiao Yun pursed her mouth, tried not to cry, but choked up and said, "Sister Yu and Brother Ah Li are hugging each other at the plum pavilion on the east side of the imperial garden..."

Nan Jun sneaked out of the hall while the singing and dancing were in full swing, Qiao Yun thought about it, so she also followed out, fearing that she would find out, so she stayed away.

Who knew that Nan Jun ran out secretly to see Du Li, and the two couldn't wait to hug each other...