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Chapter 263

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    Xiang Ziyu looked at Huarong's hand that was holding onto his sleeve tightly, feeling a little embarrassed and distressed, "Madam is pulling her hand like this, how can I prepare for my husband?"

    Huarong's slender brows frowned slightly, "Okay, okay. Then you hurry up." After rubbing for a moment, he reluctantly let go of his hand.

    "Okay." Xiang Ziyu responded softly, and tiptoed away.

    The abnormal quiet around, the whistling wind, fluttering branches and leaves, with rustling sounds, occasionally mixed with a little weird cry, hooked people's hearts and souls, outlined the concealed fear little by little, and then expanded and diffused,  shrouded.

    Huarong stood awkwardly, stroking her protruding belly, the swishing wind blew through her calf, it was a bit cool, goose bumps appeared on her leg, and she was trembling with fear.

    "Huainan" Huarong closed her eyes and called out, wanting to seek a sense of security, the call was swept into the wind, drifted past her ears, and then drifted away without being able to find a trace.

    Huarong called out again, and fear gradually rose in her heart. In such a silent night, she was really a little scared. She couldn't help but slander Xiang Ziyu in her heart, but she still couldn't help opening her eyes in fear, and retreated.

    Where did Xiang Ziyu go?  !

    As soon as I opened my eyes, this question popped up in my mind, the surrounding was empty, only a few stars were shining, otherwise it would be pitch black.

    "Huainan?!" Huarong said a little louder.

    Rusha, still no one responded.

    Huarong clutched the corner of her skirt, bit her lower lip, hovering between retreating and getting angry, suddenly, her eyes lit up, and then her entire vision brightened.

    The faint yellow and the warm light lit up the whole field, flying like lanterns, dim and warm, one or two flew up, and then brought out millions of lanterns.  Only, jumped up from the half-leg-high grass, flapped its wings, and lit up the whole field.

    Huarong watched in shock, half opened her mouth, the previous fear disappeared without a trace at the moment when the fireflies danced, and her legs that were trying to escape were also fixed in place, admiring Man Ye's painting in shock and envy.

    bark.

    There were a few short sounds in the silence, and small golden and silver flowers bloomed. Xiang Ziyu stood in the middle of the field, holding a firework that could be held in his hand.  Waving towards Huarong in the distance.

    Huarong was a little dazed, staring blankly, her eyes were moist, and she was moved all over her body, because of the fireflies, because of the fireworks, and even more because of Xiang Ziyu standing in the wilderness.

    Huarong didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something, she didn't want to waste a second, she held up the corner of her skirt, and walked towards Xiang Ziyu who was beckoning to her.  The small road is still a little soft to step on, and it should have been opened not long ago.

    When Huarong came to the front, Xiang Ziyu handed the unburned fireworks to Huarong, and then touched it with the lit fireworks, and with a bang, another honeysuckle bloomed.

    Hua Rong smiled, and those fireworks were circling in the air, and if they spun faster, they could see small circles of light.  Under the reflection of faint yellow, it is very beautiful.

    "Do you like it?" Xiang Ziyu hugged Huarong from behind, held her hand, and drew circles in the air, one horizontal and one vertical, writing something.

    Although the light marks dissipated quickly, Huarong could feel and guess what he wrote, and his brows and eyes soon turned into smiles.

    "I like it." Huarong murmured back.

    "As long as you like it." Xiang Ziyu's tone was very pleasant.

    "Then is this a surprise? Does it make you happy?" Xiang Ziyu asked again.

    Huarong blushed slightly, "Forget it. But you must be by my side in the future." Huarong still felt a little terrified when she remembered standing alone in the dark just now, "I'm afraid."

    Xiang Ziyu's heart trembled, and he buried his head on Huarong's neck, "It won't happen in the future. Wherever my wife goes, I will go there for my husband."

    What nonsense are you talking about?  She knew where she was going in the end, but how could Xiang Ziyu be with her?  !

    Looking at the scenery in front of her, Hua Rong didn't want to quarrel or bring up any sad things, so she nodded, "Okay."

    Xiang Ziyu smiled, as if he had received some affirmation.

    Huarong stretched out her hand, and a firefly with fluttering wings rested on her finger, "But where are the fireflies at this time of year?"

    "This is specially raised by someone." Xiang Ziyu glanced at the staying firefly, "If Madam likes it, how about going back and getting you a whole Changle Palace for my husband?"

    Huarong bumped Xiang Ziyu backwards, "I'm very happy to see it, and if you build the whole Changle Palace, I don't know if it spreads."How should I say it?  !  "

    "Whoever dares to say it, I will sew his mouth for my husband, to see if he dares to say something more." Xiang Ziyu said very indifferently.

    "You!" Huarong smiled helplessly, and took the initiative to change the subject, "However, it is a novelty that someone raises fireflies."

    Xiang Ziyu pursed his lips. When he first learned about it, he also felt the novelty, but later he became familiar with it. Keeping fireflies is just the tip of the iceberg. There are countless kinds of weird ones, most of which are bought by noble children.  To make women happy.

    But in the second half, Xiang Ziyu didn't intend to tell Huarong that after all, he was the Nine-Five Supreme, how could he be compared with those people, even if the woman he liked was happy, he wanted to be the top one among them  .

    After watching fireflies in the middle of the night at night, Xiang Ziyu almost didn't get up early in the morning the next day, but Deshun came over and called repeatedly, saying that all the ministers and family members had packed up, and they were waiting for the emperor's order to start the autumn siege!

    Deshun called it several times, but Xiang Ziyu pretended not to listen. Looking at Huarong, who was sleeping soundly, his eyebrows and eyes softened, as if the sleepiness was contagious. Xiang Ziyu drooped his eyelids, unwilling to wake up  Come here, it seems to be a pretty good thing to hold Huarong and sleep until the end of time.

    Today, he finally understands the meaning of the emperor not going to court early, tsk, how disgusted he was at the beginning, now how much he understands it.

    "Huainan" Huarong rubbed her sleepy eyes, and pushed Xiang Ziyu aside, "What time is it?"

    "It's still early!" Xiang Ziyu responded casually, "Let's sleep again." As he said, he hugged Huarong and prepared to fall asleep again.

    Deshun, who hurried in and was about to call Xiang Ziyu for the fourth time, said with extreme lack of vision, "It's already three quarters of the hour, Your Majesty, those ministers are still waiting for the Emperor and Your Majesty!"

    "It's three o'clock?" Huarong repeated vaguely, and pushed Xiang Ziyu, "Is it time to get up?"

    "No" Xiang Ziyu was drowsy, "It's not early today."

    Huarong let out an "oh", curled up in Xiang Ziyu's arms under the powerful drowsiness, and tried to open her eyes twice, no, she was a little too sleepy.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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