Chen Xian changed out of the imperial robe, wore a light dress and a plain skirt. The fire in the bedroom was warm and it was not cold.

The memorials piled up in the imperial study have been moved to Taihe Palace for processing recently. When Su Zhe was in Taihe Palace, she didn't want to be too far away from him.

Even if you can't see others or hear his voice, it's better to have only a few doors across it.

Chen Xian was sleepy when she saw the memorial. It was not her fault, but because the ministers always made long comments, discussing the past and present, and the ancient sayings were obscure and difficult to understand. Chen Xian finally saw it at the end, but when she turned around, she found that the whole memorial might only report one thing - the emperor, I hope you will not be late for the morning court next time.

Therefore, such memorials are the most hypnotic, especially for people like Chen Xian who get up earlier than the chicken every day and are seriously sleep-deprived. Usually, they cannot read two or three books and can successfully attract sleepiness.

Chen Xian fell asleep at some point, leaning on the chaise longue, leaning against the pillow cushion, and her head was covered with black hair and ink. She also had a memorial covering her face, covering her half-white face.

The table next to it was a mess, and the memorials I had never seen before were mixed together, and some were scattered on the carpet.

Someone came in and sorted out Chen Xian’s desk with a light action, picked up the memorials, and then neatly listed them together.

After he sorted it out, the table became very neat again.

He did not wake up Chen Xian, but looked at her quietly for a long time, and then turned around.

Chen Xian woke up, but suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.

Su Zhe whispered softly: "I won't leave, I just go and boost the fire." He didn't want to wake her up, so he didn't put a blanket on her, but he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so Su Zhe wanted to boost the fire.

Chen Xian let go, Su Zhe held the silver sign and carried the fire.

He returned to Concubine Chen Xian's couch, blocked the bright sunlight shining outside the window, then leaned over slightly, took away the memorial on her face with his fingers, and said gently: "Axian, you don't need to work like this."

Chen Xian closed her eyes and curled her lips gently and smiled. She stood up, stretched out her hand to wrap around Su Zhe's waist, letting him sit on the chair, and she could rest her head on his legs, and said sleepyly between her eyebrows: "I don't want to fight, but I wish I could solve these broken things in Da Chu quickly every day, and then solve your and mine."

She leaned closer to his arms and murmured, "I think every day that you can stay here day and night, and never see you leave alone again."

Chen Xian still couldn't get used to these memorials that pretended to be profound. After reading two books, he started to doze off again.

Seeing that she was so tired, Su Zhe picked up a book casually, glanced at her with a faint look, and then summarized the general content of the memorial in a few simple sentences.

This resulted in much more results with half the effort, so Chen Xian forced himself to cheer up. Su Zhe would translate every memorial in the following memorial and then she would review it.

After taking the last two memorials, Su Zhe took them and looked at them, his eyebrows slightly raised and said, "This seems to be impeaching me to the Taihe Palace too often, and he is suspected of being in trouble."

Chen Xian hurriedly took the memorial, pressed it aside, and said, "You don't have to worry about this, I'll go and clean them up."
Chapter completed!