About Chu Ling's first bed climbing.
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Late at night, already midnight.
Dark clouds covered the moon and stars in the sky.
It was the dead of night, and it was raining outside the window, the cool rain, splashing.
The rain fell on the eaves and gurgled down the eaves.
Drop by drop, like a silk thread strung with crystal jade beads, it dripped to the ground.
Outside the palace, it was wet and foggy.
Like a hazy dream, it is quiet and the sound of rain is clear.
Slightly opened windows were propped up, and the light in the temple was as bright as daylight.
Looking carefully, only looking inside, it was as cold and peaceful as usual.
There is no sound, only the soft rustling sound of writing.
Under the warm light, the cold white figure kept writing.
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I don't know how long it has passed, but the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.
The night is quiet, the rain hits the window sill, it is the time to lie on the bed, rest and sleep peacefully.
On the imperial platform, when the quiet and pale figure stopped writing, the little person beside him who had been accompanying him had already fallen asleep.
With his little head down, he leaned against the edge of his chair, like a chicken pecking at rice.
Even standing, but also can fall asleep.
The sound of shallow breathing came, and the little face was buried in the shadow, only the red mouth was exposed.
Like a bright candy dipped in honey.
Quietly, as if asleep.
It looks cute and painful.
The young man who had finished handling government affairs, put down his pen and looked sideways.
Looking at her, his eyes were dark and pale.
It was raining outside, and the sound of the rain was getting louder, and the eaves were crackling when they slapped.
Leaning on the chair with a limp body, seeing his head getting more and more crooked, he was about to hit it.
The next second, a warm and pale hand gently supported her.
Collisions are then avoided.
The little man who fell asleep was really sleepy and slept soundly.
Being supported, the familiar and pleasant smell was by her side, and she rubbed against it subconsciously.
He snorted twice, like a kitten acting like a spoiled child.
Falling asleep knowing nothing, not knowing—a line of sight has been falling on her.
Quietly, staring silently.
Dark eyes, the mood is dark and unclear.
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Outside the hall, it was raining and the wind was blowing. The wind was cool, with the chill of early autumn.
It's cool and cold.
Bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, and there were layers of water splashes at the splashes.
Eunuch Zheng, who was watching the night, couldn't help but rubbed his arms, looked at the dark sky outside, and muttered: "It's getting cold, it's time to add clothes..."
"Squeak—"
As he was speaking, the closed palace door opened behind him.
The spring-like temperature in the hall hit, dissipating a few traces of chill brought by the wind.
Eunuch Zheng heard the sound, turned around, "Dian—"
The person who came out of the inside glanced at him, still holding the person in his arms, covered with a cloak, and seemed to be asleep.
Eunuch Zheng fell silent immediately.
Responding to something, he took the umbrella from the side very sensiblely, opened it, and put it on his head.
After all, this is not the first time.
Several times before, Mr. Yun fell asleep, His Highness always did this, and sent him back.
Gradually getting used to it, Eunuch Zheng didn't dare to say anything, so he had to serve him wholeheartedly.
Help hold the umbrella and follow behind.
It was a dark night with heavy rain.
The young man with the person in his arms, even though he was a little limp, could still walk steadily.
Walk slowly to prevent slipping.
The cloak tightly wrapped the person in his arms.