After doing it for a while, Xiaohua looked at the hourglass on the side cabinet. Unexpectedly, more than half an hour passed in the twinkling of an eye. She put down her sewing.

Seeing that the man was still reading, he said, "Your Highness, have a rest."

King Jing looked up at her and put down his book.

These two people are extremely monotonous people. Xiaohua spends her time on weekdays. In addition to doing some embroidery work, she reads books and asks the palace people below to accompany her to play Shuanglu. King Jing was even poorer. Anyway, Xiaohua didn't see what he could do except reading, or just sitting in a daze.

Seeing the man staring at himself, Xiaohua dawdled and snuggled to one side. He felt that he surrounded himself with his arm and sighed happily in his heart.

Now this situation is something Xiaohua can't imagine in her life. King Jing doesn't like to talk, but to tell the truth is very good to her. She always hears people below say to her, "Your Highness dotes on your wife very much." she gradually feels that it is the same.

Except that he is still not talkative.

But——

Xiaohua looked up at him and saw him looking at his eyes. Very dark and bright, crystal clear, as if there was no emotion, but very focused.

It seems so. It's not unacceptable not to talk, is it?

Everyone has his own temperament. She already feels very, very good that he can do so. So good that sometimes she sits there alone and suddenly wants to cry.

Like this time, Xiaohua has a feeling of tears in her eyes. This feeling is very inexplicable, but she can't help it. She buried her head and rubbed her face in King Jing's arms, motionless.

King Jing kept silent until Xiaohua realized that the time had passed for a long time, and the light in the room had darkened.

She let out a cry and sat up straight. "Lilac, turn on the lamp."

Lilac and Ding LAN walked in lightly and lit the lights in the house one by one.

The flash of light made Xiaohua unable to react for a moment. She narrowed her eyes and saw the people around her. She was dizzy for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

Xiaohua smiled and touched her eyes. "It's nothing. It suddenly lights up and looks dazzling."

"Would you like to have dinner, madam?"

Xiaohua glances at King Jing and nods.

"Go."

When having lunch, Xiaohua suddenly thought of the little note from mother he, and she wanted to stop talking.

King Jing seemed to notice that she had something to say, "say."