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Chapter 118 Sister, You Should Call Me Ah Ci

Qing Han remained silent, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were like deep pools, staring at him quietly.

Huo Yige noticed that she didn't seem to mind this kind of intimacy, and he gradually became bolder and approached her cautiously.

Finally, he successfully lay on Qinghan's legs, greedily sniffing the unique fragrance on her body.

Qing Han looked at his childlike behavior and couldn't help but feel pity for him. The smile in his eyes became even more intense: "What? Doesn't it hurt now?"

Huo Yige did not answer, but continued to act coquettishly. There was a hint of pleading in his eyes, and he held the corner of Qinghan's clothes tightly with both hands: "It hurts, sister, I need you to rub it~!" There was a bit of childish stubbornness in his voice.

A tender feeling welled up in Qinghan's heart. She gently reached out her hand and stroked Huo Yige's forehead, as if comforting a wounded child.

Her movements were gentle and soothing, and her fingertips conveyed warm power. Huo Yige closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility and tenderness.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and there was only each other in their world.

Qinghan's eyes were full of love and care, and Huo Yige felt an unprecedented sense of security.

The tacit understanding and intimacy between them can be conveyed without words.

After a long while, Qing Han gently reminded him, "It's late at night, Your Majesty should rest."

Huo Yige was dissatisfied with her address, and opened his eyes with a hint of anger in his eyes, correcting her: "Sister, you should call me Ah Ci."

Qing Han was stunned. She looked at him in surprise, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. "What did you say?!" There was a hint of doubt in her voice.

Huo Yige realized that he was speechless, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he quickly explained: "It's nothing, go to bed early."

He finished his words hurriedly, turned over and lay in Qinghan's bed.

Qing Han looked at his rogue behavior and felt helpless. She rolled her eyes speechlessly, then turned and went to the side couch.

It was late at night, the dew was thick, the moonlight was soft, and the whole palace was immersed in tranquility.

When the sky turned pale, Qinghan slowly opened his eyes.

She looked around in confusion and found herself sleeping on the bed! She remembered that she had slept on the side couch last night, so how could this happen?

She turned her head and saw Huo Yige lying quietly beside her, his big, burning eyes staring at her silently.

Qinghan was a little confused, with a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

She looked at his eyes carefully and suddenly found that his eyes were so beautiful, standard peach blossom eyes, so familiar.

This familiar feeling made her fall into deep thought, as if she was too sensitive to such eyes.

But an inexplicable sense of closeness surged into her heart, and her heart began to beat violently.

Is it him? What about Ling Huaici...?

Qing Han pushed Huo Yige away and pretended to tidy up her clothes, but she was actually trying to contact Mu Yuan secretly in her mind, but got no response.

"The emperor is not going to the morning court?" Qing Han's eyes revealed inexplicable surprise as she stared at Huo Yige.

Huo Yige patted his clothes nonchalantly, with a casual smile on his face: "Cancelled!"

His tone was surprisingly relaxed, as if he regarded such a national event as attending court as a trivial matter.

Qing Han widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief, with a wave of astonishment in her heart: "Cancelled?!"

How could such a thing be decided so easily? How could he treat his country's responsibility as a joke?

The smile on Huo Yige's lips became even more intense. He looked at Qinghan with a half-smile and said softly, "Sister, have you ever heard the poem 'The spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not attend court early'?" There was a hint of teasing and provocation in his eyes.

Qing Han frowned, glanced at the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "Is the emperor drunk?"

She tried to break free from his grasp and put on her shoes. Just as she was about to walk to the clothes rack to get clothes, he pulled her back with brute force.

Huo Yige pressed her tightly against the bed, slowly moving his body closer to hers, his eyes revealing a burning desire.

He whispered softly: "Sister, I tried my best to restrain myself last night and didn't touch you, but I am also a man with normal needs. Can you understand my desire to protect you?"

Qing Han tried desperately to pull her hand free, but his grip became tighter and tighter, making it impossible for her to escape.

She had to temporarily abandon the idea of ​​breaking free and turned to look at Huo Yige, feeling the surging emotions in his eyes, as if a powerful torrent was drowning her.

Huo Yige just looked at her quietly, the desire in his eyes becoming stronger and stronger.

However, in the end he could not resist the struggle within himself and he closed his eyes as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Slowly, he released the hands that were restraining her, sat up, and kept some distance from her.

There was a tense and subtle atmosphere in the room. Huo Yige's breathing seemed to become rapid. Her eyes were always on Huo Yige, as if she wanted to find the answer from his eyes.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions, including exploration of his "Aci" and confusion and helplessness about this ambiguous situation.

At this moment, a low reminder came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, it's time to go!" Although the voice was not loud, it revealed an irresistible force.

Qing Han's heart was startled. She was sure that it was an unfamiliar voice. A surge of curiosity came over her and she subconsciously wanted to go out to see who was talking.

However, Huo Yige's movements were faster than hers. He seemed to have sensed her intention and reached out to hold her.

His hand was so strong and firm that Qing Han couldn't help but be startled. She raised her head and her eyes met his, only to see that Huo Yige's eyes revealed an incomprehensible meaning.

"You have a good rest, I'm leaving first!" His voice was low and firm, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

Qinghan: ???

Didn’t they say that the morning court session was cancelled? No, take a good rest?! He just got up and then took a rest again, is he crazy? ?

She watched him pack his clothes quickly, his movements quick and decisive.

Then he strode away without looking back, as if he wanted to keep all his emotions in this moment.

A feeling of loss and sadness welled up in Qinghan’s heart, “It’s inexplicable!” Qinghan felt a little annoyed and a little sorry for her Aci!!!

As he left, the room suddenly became quiet and empty. Qing Han stood there blankly, his thoughts surging like a tide.

She tried to analyze what had happened from last night to this morning, but she felt more and more confused.

"Empress, are you awake?" Shu Zhu asked softly, with a hint of concern in her tone: "Shall I wash you?" She stood outside the door, quietly waiting for the Empress' response.

A sigh came from inside the door: "Come in!" There was a hint of fatigue in Qinghan's voice, as if he was still immersed in something.

Shuzhu gently pushed the door open and walked into the room. She saw Qinghan sitting by the bed, her eyes a little confused, as if she was in a daze. Shuzhu approached Qinghan and asked softly, "Madam, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absent-minded?" Her eyes were full of curiosity, and at the same time, she also showed her concern for Qinghan.

Qing Han glanced at Shu Zhu, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she slowly said: "Your Majesty, which direction did you go just now?"

Shuzhu's expression instantly became very interesting. There was a hint of unnaturalness in her eyes, and her tone was a little stuttering: "Go... go to court!"

She lowered her head, not daring to look Qinghan in the eye, secretly regretting that her answer was too hasty.

Qing Han's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in her voice: "Going to court? Didn't he say it was cancelled?" There was confusion in her eyes.

Shu Zhu cried out "Ah", thinking to herself that something was wrong. Her brain was working rapidly, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, showing her inner tension.

Just when Shuzhu was thinking about how to make amends, Qinghan said to herself: "You're playing tricks on me again!" There was some unclear emotion in her voice, but it made Shuzhu's heart skip a beat, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

After Shuzhu dressed up carefully, she praised happily: "Your Highness is really naturally beautiful, just like a fairy descending from heaven!"

Qing Han looked at herself carefully in the mirror, and was very satisfied with her appearance. She smiled and nodded: "Let's go, let's go see Huaju."

"Yes." Shuzhu handed the basin to the little palace maid next to him, then followed Qinghan closely and went to Huaju's room together.

Huaju's condition was obviously much better than yesterday, and her face became rosy. Qinghan was very relieved and told her to rest more and take good care of her body.

"I'm going to the eastern suburbs today. If the emperor comes, you should tell him that I'm not feeling well and can't meet guests." Qinghan instructed Shuzhu with a serious expression.

"Yes, I understand." Shuzhu accepted this important task. She looked at Qinghan, her heart full of concern and loyalty.