"But being an emperor is very tired. He gets up earlier than a chicken every day, sleeps later than anyone, and has to deal with some women for 3000 in the harem." Bai sang said anxiously.

She was an emperor.

That's really tired.

Wenze also didn't expect that she would say this. She was a little confused and said, "but people are superior and have the highest status. No one dares to provoke."

"Let me ask your highness something. Do you like the palace?"

Bai sang really doesn't want him to be emperor.

Don't say she's tired, and she can't guarantee that Wen Ze won't despise his age.

And the world will let her an older woman sit on the throne.

Wenze shook his head. Although he didn't say he didn't like it, the disgust on his face was written on his face.

"If you don't like it and become an emperor, you will be trapped in the palace."

"This --" Wenze suddenly reacted, "you can't talk about such a treacherous thing at will!"

Directly scolded Bai sang.

Bai sang threw his mouth. "I see, your highness."

The ancient thought is deep-rooted, and she also knows that she can't wash her brain in a short time.

We can only continue to embroider.

At night.

Suddenly it thundered and rained heavily. Bai sang warmed his bed on Wenze bed and listened to the rain outside.

I'm still a little afraid.

The thunder is too loud.

It's like splitting on top of your head.

Fortunately, I am not a monster in this world, otherwise I would be afraid of this scourge.

The door clicked open.

Wenze came in with water vapor.

Bai sang saw him come in and, of course, got out of bed.

This is warming the bed.

Well, in the modern world, warming the bed means ambiguous.

In the ancient world, warming the field was really just warming the bed.

"Your Highness has warmed up." Bai sang walked into Wenze.

I found that his face was pale, he was biting his lips, and his forehead was sweating.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you?"

He squatted down nervously and looked at his face with both hands.

Wenze shook his head: "nothing."

Then he went to the bed.

"Your Highness, what happened? Why is your face so ugly?"

Wenze climbed into bed and Bai sang took off his shoes.

"I just -- I think the thunder is a little loud. It's all right." he shrank in the corner, the quilt wrapped the whole person in it, leaving only a pair of eyes and half his head exposed.

Loud thunder?

Bai sang responded, "Your Highness is afraid of thunder?"

She didn't mean to tease, but surprised.

This is not the first time it thundered and rained. It has happened before.

But I didn't expect Wenze to be afraid this time.

Wenze didn't answer her. His head had gone into the quilt.

Bai sang doesn't know why. He wants to laugh.

Finally, I thought and sat by the bed, "why don't I accompany your highness tonight?"

"No."

Bai sang didn't expect that he would be rejected and raised his eyebrows. "Really not? The thunder tonight seems to be playing for a long time."

The people in the quilt were all tight.

"Then come up and sleep with me."

Bai Sang was excited. Unexpectedly, he just wanted to lie down by the bed and watch him sleep all night. Unexpectedly, Wenze promised to let himself sleep in bed.

Isn't that two people sleeping together?

Soon she hit herself in the face again.

What the hell? The villain is only three years old, almost four years old. You're still happy at this age.

I'm out of my mind.

Bai sang lies beside the bed with no distractions.

"If your highness is afraid, you can hold my arm," she suggested.

"No." Wenze turned over and turned his back to her.