There were three concubines in the harem of Emperor Hui of Ming. Even if he married Empress Wan, he would not have made a sensation in the capital now. No matter where he went, he could hear the people talking about this. The encounter between Emperor Hui and Lu Yun on the Mid-Autumn Festival was even more graceful than that of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl at one time.

It was not until September that Princess Rirui died of illness that the people gradually changed the topic.

When Princess Rui was mourning, everyone in the Duke of Chu's house had to go to pay their respects. The wife and wife had tampered with their veils in advance and sent them to their eyes, and they burst into tears. Lu Mingyu stood among the female guests who were sending the funeral. At first, he was crying. Later, he saw the second emperor grandson who was only two years old in King Rui's arms crying with his head on his head. Lu Mingyu suddenly remembered the situation when she stood in front of her mother's coffin in her previous life. She was sad and she actually shed a few tears.

When he returned to Dingfengtang, Lu Mingyu was still a little embarrassed. Perhaps he was pregnant, and he couldn't stand the separation of the mother and son.

Chu Xing wanted to escort King Rui to the mourning site, and the genius rushed back soon after the second update.

Lu Mingyu couldn't sleep. He knew that he was coming home late, so he kept a few lights. When she heard the movement outside, she slowly sat up and opened the gauze tent. She saw Chu Xing wearing black clothes and lifting the curtain and rushing in. Under the dim light, he looked cold and there was a hint of worry and anxiety between his eyebrows.

Lu Mingyu was shocked by his serious appearance. He held the curtain with one hand and stared at him blankly, forgot to speak.

"Why haven't you been asleep so late?" Chu Xing strode to the bed, first hung the gauze tent on the head of the bed and exposed her completely, then bent his knees and squatted in front of the bed, and looked at his wife nervously. He came back so late, thinking she had already fallen asleep, but when he turned to the backyard, he saw the light on the upper room. At that moment, Chu Xing's first thought was that his wife was tired of attending the funeral during the day and was unwell.

"I'm waiting for you." Lu Mingyu saw his worries. Her husband was back. The sadness that had been lingering in his heart for a long time suddenly disappeared. She smiled softly at him, proving that she was safe and sound. Chu Xing's brows stretched out, and Lu Mingyu took advantage of him to squat and reached out to touch his handsome face in front of him. It was indeed cold. It was late September in late autumn, and it was very cold at night.

"The hot water is ready, go and wash it." Lu Mingyu urged with pain.

"Yes." Chu Xing looked at her beautiful and gentle face and couldn't help but want to kiss her, but he thought of the difference between the hot and cold sides of the two of them just now. He was afraid that the ice would make her ice so Chu Xing touched her head and told her to lie down first. Then he quickly went to the western room.

Lu Mingyu lay down face out, waiting for about a quarter of an hour before Chu Xing came back, wearing only a pair of gray mid-trousers all over his body, revealing his strong chest. Lu Mingyu bit his lip, did not dodge, and just watched him come over without turning around and watch him blow out the lamps.

The footsteps approached and the man came to the bed.

Lu Mingyu slowly changed to lie flat, his shadow enveloped her, and she hugged his shoulder dependently. Just after taking a shower, he felt hot all over, which was more comfortable than the warm and warm woman who just picked her up. Lu Mingyu couldn't help but pinch her a few more times.

"Don't you let you sleep first?" Chu Xing supported himself high and kept a certain distance from her lower abdomen. Fengyan looked at her blurry face and asked in a low voice.

"I miss you, I can't sleep." Lu Mingyu took back his hand and stroked his face inch by inch. Princess Rui left, and the couple of King Rui and his wife were separated from each other from now on. They just lay alone. Lu Mingyu sympathized with the second emperor's grandson, but she also thought of her and Chu Xing. At this time of her previous life, Chu Xing had already died in Huizhou. In this life, Princess Huainan was detained in the capital by Emperor Minghui. The King of Huainan did not dare to act rashly for the time being, so Chu Xing was still with her.

But Lu Mingyu was still afraid that one day Chu Xing would go to the battlefield and leave her again.

She wanted to be suppressed by him like this and be cared for by him softly.

"Shijin, don't leave me, don't leave me and the child." Tears surged, Lu Mingyu's voice was even more swallowed. She was just lying alone on the bed for two hours, thinking that he was too imaginable, longing for the warmth and smell on his body, and longing for reaching out to touch him.

When Chu Xing heard this, he thought of the funeral in Baidao and his previous life.

He seemed to understand why she cried.

"A Nuan, don't cry, I will always be with you and have children with you." Lying on his side, Chu Xing carefully turned her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek. Lu Mingyu didn't kiss her face, she held his face dependently and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Chu Xing raised his lips and closed his eyes to kiss her. He kissed her as much as he could.

That night, Lu Mingyu leaned against the man's strong arms and slept very sweetly, without dreams all night.
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