He opened his mouth and bit the blanket, as if he mistook it for someone else, and tore at it fiercely.
Murong Jiu, who brought in breakfast, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He disappeared again quickly, and he didn't think much of it.
He walked to the bedside with a gentle smile, placed the things on the small stool by the bed, patted the person on the bed's shoulder lightly, and began to coax them.
"My dear minister, get up and eat something first, then go back to sleep."
Luo Ling's lips were pulled back, and he was in a bad mood.
I had just closed my eyes when I was disturbed; I was about to fall asleep when I was woken up again.
Even if he doesn't have morning grumpiness, he still feels irritable.
After struggling for a moment, I obediently got up.
Murong Jiu quickly reached out to support him, carefully helping him sit up, and thoughtfully pulled some blankets over him and placed them behind him so he could lean against them.
After finishing, he picked up a spoonful of porridge from the side, blew on it, and tasted it to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to Luo Ling's lips.
"My dear minister, hurry, while it's hot, it's not too hot."
Luo Miao's expression was somewhat indescribable.
Looking at the porridge in front of him, and then at the attentive person, he hesitated for two seconds before opening his mouth to eat.
I wondered to myself, was he doing it on purpose or unintentionally?
Did people in ancient times know the term "indirect kissing"?
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Luo Miao still couldn't figure it out.
"My dear minister, would you like some pear blossom pastries? They're not too sweet."
Murong Jiu's heart soared when he saw how well-behaved Luo Ling was.
Luo Ling touched his stomach; he felt a little full.
Shake head.
Eating too much is bad for sleeping.
"Are you really not going to eat anything?" Murong Jiu asked, unwilling to give up.
Luo Ling nodded decisively, "I'm not eating anymore, I want to sleep."
The implication is clear: Your Majesty, you may leave.
Murong Jiu's eyes flickered, pretending not to understand, "My dear minister, you sleep, I'll keep watch over you. If anything happens, just call me."
Without giving Luo Ling a chance to refuse, they summoned Steward Liu and ordered the things to be taken away.
They then laid a mat on the ground and brought over a small table.
The palace servants then placed the memorials on the table.
Murong Jiu plopped down on the cushion, leaned against the dragon bed, picked up a memorial, and began to read it.
Luo Ling: "..."
I inexplicably feel like hitting someone.
I estimated the fighting ability of the two of them.
All right.
He can't beat him.
I was so angry that I wanted to pull the blanket over my head, not wanting to see this infuriating guy.
As soon as I covered myself with the blanket, I felt it being tugged.
Then the culprit's voice came through.
"My dear minister, you can't sleep like this. Be good, stick your head out, don't suffocate."
Luo Ling: "..."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Luo shifted slightly, slowly moved out of the blanket, then quickly stepped on the other person's shoulder and pushed them outwards forcefully.
Murong Jiu paused in pulling the blanket, looked down at the fair, tender feet on her shoulder, and reached out to hold them.
"Sleep well and don't be naughty."
I took the opportunity to pet it a few times before putting it in the blanket.
Luo Miao, who failed to bully anyone and instead got teased, was furious.
He yanked off the covers, glared angrily at the person whose thoughts were not right, and gritted his teeth.
"Your Majesty, don't you know how to write the word 'rogue'?"
Murong Jiu blinked innocently, "Rogue? I can't write that, but I know how to be a rogue to you."
Luo Ling: "...Heh."
After delivering a powerful sarcastic remark, he managed to turn over a new leaf and choose to ignore it altogether.
Murong Jiu didn't mind, patted his waist, and kindly reminded him.
"My dear minister, get some rest and make sure you're well-rested so you can be on top tonight."
Luo Ling automatically ignored him, silently chanting in his heart, "Big pig's trotter, big pig's trotter, all big pig's trotters!"
However, in the above...
Time to sleep, we'll fight again tonight!