When she went back and lay on the couch, she felt very uneasy. Qin Rong just overturned Liang Sha to her eyes, and Yingying turned over and removed Liang Sha. After Qin Rong picked it up, she saw Yingying still open her eyes, and supported her arms and stroked the corners of her eyes.

"Yingying, it's time for you to rest."

Yingying didn't sleep all night, and she knew she should rest. She closed her eyes and opened it quickly. Seeing Qin Rong still looking down at her, she said weakly: "I can't sleep."

Not only was she upset, but Yingying also didn't want to sleep alone. Speaking of which, Qin Rong was the one who needed more rest. Thinking of the wound on his body, Yingying stretched out her little hand and rolled up a strand of ink hair that fell from him, and said softly: "Will the third brother sleep with Yingying?"

Qin Rong naturally grabbed her hand, clenched it tightly, and took the person out of the couch. He covered Yingying's body and said, "That third brother will take you to sleep in a different place."

During the rest of his bed, Emperor Wucheng threw most of the government affairs to Qin Rong. At this time, he was about to go to the Convention Hall. He carried Yingying there in advance. Qin Rong put Yingying on the soft collapse and covered the brocade quilt. He bowed his head and kissed her lips and said, "Yingying sleeps first, the third brother will come back to accompany you later."

Yingying looked around curiously and found that there was only a screen separated from the Council Hall.

This place is very similar to the imperial study room in the previous life. After Qin Rong became emperor in the previous life, he used to taking Yingying to the imperial study room for a nap. Thinking about the memories of the previous life, he couldn't help but feel a little sleepy, and Yingying nodded and her voice became weak.

As the footsteps continued to enter the hall of convention, Yingying lowered her eyelids and held one of Qin Rong's fingers, her voice murmur was a little blurry: "The third brother must come back soon."

Qin Rong slowly pulled his finger back and whispered, and then he lost his words. When Yingying woke up, it was already late outside, and the sound of talking outside the screen kept coming. Through the small gap, Yingying saw Qin Rong sitting on a chair with her forehead resting, and her eyes were falling and listening to the person in front of her.

As if there was a sense, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the screen.

Seeing his pale face and laziness, Yingying felt distressed and angry, thinking of the wounds on his body, Yingying wrapped herself in a coat and fell off the couch. As her figure appeared, the voice of the hall stopped. Yingying wore a hood and didn't look at Qin Rong, leaving only one sentence, I'll go back first, and then bypassed the ministers and walked out of the door.
Chapter completed!