She exclaimed in a low voice, subconsciously hugging his waist tightly, and stepped on her feet, for fear of falling.

But he heard his smiley comfort coming to his ears:

"Don't worry, Rao'er, there's a husband here. Hold my waist."

He did not use the title of Emperor.

At this moment, it's like an ordinary husband who just wants to please his wife.

Hearing his comfort, she felt relieved.

The swing pedal is very wide, with corners wrapped in soft silk and raised like a natural wall.

He hugged him tightly, but there was no need to worry about falling into the lake.

He slowed down and approached her ear: "Do you like it?"

She finally calmed down slowly and couldn't help but: "I didn't expect the emperor to be like this..."

I thought about it for a long time, but I don’t know which word to use to describe it.

Finally, he said, "...so romantic."

"Romantic?" Jing Yu raised his eyebrows.

"Well, it's just..." He is very good at flirting with girls.

Of course, she couldn't explain this, so she could only stick on tiptoe to his ear: "It's just that she understands the affairs of the world very well. It's not old-fashioned."

Jing Yu then raised his lips: "The first time I went to the prime minister's mansion to see you, you were playing swings in the backyard. You love the half-immortal drama the most. I said that one day, I will make the biggest and fun swing for you to play with. Don't you remember?"

Lan Yuci was stunned: "So this swing was made by the emperor himself?"

"I have painted this swing for four nights. There are ropes and tied them to your favorite knot. Is it suitable for your heart?"

Lan Youci didn't expect that he was so busy that he could design a swing himself every night, and then carefully looked at the swing ropes he was holding. Sure enough, several strands of ropes were tied together to form a beautiful heart-piercing knot.

"The emperor can even do swings?"

He touched her petite earlobe with his lips: "I was not born to be an emperor. In the past, I had even sewn military boots by myself in the front line army."

That's true.

He was the first generation who created the country and started from scratch.

Lan Youci sighed that he was very dedicated to Nangong Rao:

"Thank you, the emperor."

Jing Yu didn't seem to like him so politely, so he leaned his forehead over and touched her pink cheek: "The emperor and the queen are one, never say thank you. Jing Yu's is Raoer's."

His marriage with her was so unfortunate that he happened to have happened not long after he ascended the throne. The court affairs were complicated and he happened to encounter the chaos of the border.

He felt guilty about her. Not to mention the sweet wedding with her, it was rare to even look at her.

I don’t know how to please her, so the craftsman made this swing on the Taiye Pool to surprise her.

"Why is the emperor wearing it?" Lan Yuci raised his hand and touched the mask on his face.

Jing Yu smiled and pressed it to her ear, feeling a little childish:

"The imperial study room is not over yet. It was hidden from those old ministers. If someone discovers it, I am afraid that it will be a painstaking remark and my ears will still be more silenced."

No wonder she is wearing casual clothes and a mask.

Lan Yuci's heart moved, and without hesitation, he stood on tiptoe, held a corner of his mask, and slowly took it off.

Her handsome young face was little by little exposed in her sight.

His hair is as thin as a tail, and his forehead is straight, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are full of heroic spirit, and he is noble and arrogant.

It is indeed a handsome face that can make all women in the world tempt.

No wonder Nangong Rao's sister Nangong Huier also moved.

Then, his eyes narrowed.

Stopped on the man's eyes.

The heart twitched for no reason.
Chapter completed!