
In the evening, the moon hung over the sky of Bingyue.
Spring still continued, and King Changle's mansion faithfully followed him the entire time. In addition to the deserted northern courtyard, the rest of the residence was still seen turning on the lights. The west yard is the most crowded, because there, the owner is holding a small banquet.
In the middle of the spacious courtyard, Qingyi asked the kitchen maids to bring her a stove, embers, and also fresh meat that had been seasoned before. He also had the waiter roll out a wide mat that many people could sit on. The male waiter lit a fire and grilled the meat, while the female waiter prepared another meal.
The most excited was Cui Kong. Hearing that the Princess Empress wanted to have dinner in the garden, she came in the earliest and worked the hardest.
According to him, this was the same as having dinner with the troops in the military camp. He ruled over the servant like a war commander commanding his army.
“Talking about food, she became so excited,” Qingyi's speech that was not exhausted by the behavior of Baili Qingchen's personal bodyguard.
Currently, he was sitting on a mat separated from the large mat, which was located a little further away from the burning. It was done because the maids would have felt uneasy if it was close to their King and Princess Empress Changle, although Qingyi and Baili Qingchen did not mind.
Baili Qingchen smiled at a glance. Yeah, lately Cui Kong's life has been excited again. His spirit often overflows like a teenager, even though his age is quite old.
Baili Qingchen thrust the grilled meat she had chopped into the front of Qingyi's mouth, telling the girl to devour it.
Actually, eating meat at night is a taboo for him because it can make him fat quickly. However, lately his body has become thin due to fatigue taking care of the strange Harem Palace business to the point of having to drop his own mother-in-law.
Eating a few pieces of grilled meat in one night seems unlikely to be a big deal.
Qingyi opened her mouth and Baili Qingchen fed the roast. Baili Wuyuan was in the middle, that little rice ball his mouth was full of roast meat.
“Maybe he misses his friends in the military camp,” said Baili Qingchen after her meat was eaten by Qingyi.
“Then, just send him back. I don't think it's going to be bad for him.”
Baili Qingchen shook her head.
“Despite that, he is my personal bodyguard. His position is not only subordinate, but also the closest person I trust.”
Ah, it's not Qingyi's business. Cui Kong to him was just an additional variable like Dowager Consort Sun and the others. Whether it is or not, it feels the same. Qingyi kept him and did not ask the system to eject him because Cui Kong could he command at will like Yinghao.
“Auntie, the people in the palace said that Uncle Grandpa was actually cruel and very cold-hearted. Before marrying you, she dropped her own reputation in order to protect Ayahanda. But, why is Father so wary of Uncle Grandpa?”
Qingyi stared horror at Baili Wuyuan. Oh, this naughty little boy turned out to be a real bitch. Can't he just say that later?
Baili Wuyuan asked him clearly directly before Baili Qingchen, and Qingyi began to feel a dark atmosphere radiating from all over Baili Qingchen's body.
“Little rice ball, why don't you ask your Uncle Grandpa directly? He's in front of you now, why are you asking me?”
“Because I'm afraid those people's words are true,” honestly Baili Wuyuan. The corner of Baili Qingchen's eyes twitched. Even this little boy had a little fear of him.
“Then, what makes you not afraid now?” ask Qingyi.
“Because aunt is here. Uncle Grandpa loves aunty very much, he won't scold me if aunt is with me.”
Damn this kid! How dare he take advantage of Qingyi!
Baili Qingchen held back her smile. Finally, there was someone who had the ability to take advantage of this crazy wife. He had no intention of answering his little grandson's question, as he thought that one day Baili Wuyuan would understand for himself the reason.
When midnight came and everyone was full, one by one they left the western courtyard while cleaning up the remaining food scraps. Qingyi might allow her garden to be visited and used, but that doesn't mean she can accept if her beloved courtyard is littered.
No one could describe their feelings of gratitude towards Qingyi. Although Princess Consort Changle was crazy and unreasonable, yet her generosity and hospitality could not help but be acknowledged. He treated the waiter well, although his words sometimes made people hang.
“Sleep,” said.
“Auntie, I want to sleep with you!” Baili Wuyuan noisily.
“Cannot!” exclaim Qingyi.
“Why?”
“Men and women should not sleep together or too close.”
“But, I'm still seven years old.”
“Wuyuan, follow your aunt and go to the east page, find your own room,” said Baili Qingchen.
Baili Wuyuan refused. Tonight, she wants to sleep with her young grandmother. The little boy ran inside Qingyi's room and didn't come out again.
Baili Qingchen wanted to take her forcibly, but Qingyi said that just let the little rice ball sleep there. Tomorrow, Baili Qingchen must bring her back to the palace.
According to what the empress said, the man stood up, tidied up his clothes for a while and left the western courtyard. The moon above was still hanging, but Baili Qingchen no longer had any reason to remain here.
He knew, if he stayed longer, Qingyi would definitely drive him away noisily. The girl always changed her mood without guessing.
Three hours later, when the early hours arrived and the air became cold from midnight, Qingyi came out of her room with a tired face.
Early this morning the girl walked in the middle of the park, circling around a few times while sighing. He should not have prevented Baili Qingchen from bringing a small rice ball out of her room earlier.
Well, that bad boy has bad sleep habits. She fell asleep, then finished off Qingyi's entire bed with her hands and feet. Other than the messy sheets, the rest had no room for Qingyi to lie down.
Qingyi wanted to go to the dimensional space, yet Yinghao was angry at her and temporarily closed the dimensional space until tomorrow. That made Qingyi upset and frustrated. Next time, he would beat up Yinghao and teach him a heavier lesson.
A pair of little feet stepped through the gate, then down the street in the dim gardens of the mansion decorated with lantern light. The cold air pierced the bones, Qingyi was like an abandoned girl. He sped up his pace, then arrived at the eastern courtyard after a while.
In front of Baili Qingchen's sleeping quarters, she crouched down. Her husband happened to be in a sideways sleeping position. The man's face was so peaceful and seemed gentle when he fell asleep.
His nose was like a clay sculpture made with great care. Qingyi looked at him for a while.
Baili Qingchen, who had never really slept in her sleep then opened her eyes. He was surprised, but that's not what matters now. In her sideways position, she asked quietly, “Princess Empress, what are you doing in my room this early morning?”
“Little rice ball dominates my bed. I don't even have one place to lay my body.”
Hearing that, Baili Qingchen smiled gently. His wife has nowhere else to look. Baili Qingchen stuck out her hand, grabbed Qingyi and pulled her over her bed. Qingyi was powerless, she was like being bewitched by a great magical power.
The girl was already lying on Baili Qingchen's side, and the man was embracing her.
“My bed still has a spacious place to accommodate your little body.”
Baili Qingchen held him warmly. His regular breaths hit the hairs on Qingyi's head. For some reason, Qingyi felt so comfortable about this position.
This burly Baili Qingchen's body held a warmth that made one feel at ease. No matter what happens after he wakes up, let's think about it later.
The girl slipped both of her arms, wrapped around Baili Qingchen's body and her fingers intertwined behind her back. Qingyi looked for the most comfortable position to suck her head in, then after finding it, she fell asleep. The two men ended up falling asleep hugging each other, warming each other in the piercing early morning cold.