Chu Ci looked at his dark face and curled the corners of his lips again, "Isn't it almost time to get married? There are only one and a half years left, can't I bear it for a year and a half?"

Before, Concubine Lan had indeed discussed it with Chu Ci to discuss it for a more suitable day, and now it is definitely too late to prepare. If the emperor can't stand this winter, then the whole country will have to be mourned for a year, so one and a half years later is the most suitable time.

No matter who Chu Ci's husband was in the end, the wedding was planned to be held at that time.

"It's just over a year, very quickly." Chu Ci patted his shoulder with a smile in his eyes.

Su Yu looked at Chu Ci's face and was silent for a long time, and retorted in a very low voice, "...I'm so shit."

Where did you learn this?

Chu Ci couldn't help but raise her hand and patted the man on the forehead, "Speak dirty words?"

"……No."

It sounds awkward.

Chu Ci couldn't help laughing, her head still resting on his chest.

Her hair was scattered around her, her face was soft and beautiful, and when she smiled, she seemed to be in her eyes. She looked so beautiful.

Su Yu finally couldn't help but lower his head and touched Chu Ci's forehead. Without saying a word, he heard Chu Ci calling him with a smile on the other side.

"Su Yu."

"kindness?"

"fiancé?"

"……kindness!"

‘Su Yu’s love value is 1, currently 99.’

After the two of them talked, the distance between them was less.

He was deceived to pour the bowl of bitter soup into Chu Ci.

Seeing Chu Ci flapping in her arms with claws and unwilling to drink, and saying that the imperial doctor was deliberately revenge on her, Su Yu had a gentle smile on her face and unquestionably poured Chu Ci all over.

Then after stuffing a candied fruit into Chu Ci's mouth, he looked at Chu Ci's complacent holding the candied fruit in his mouth, and burped it. Finally, he held the quilt like he didn't like him and shrank it in.

The two of them have indeed been making trouble for a long time, and the imperial doctor said that they wanted to let Chu Ci have a good rest.

After experiencing the feeling of being hungry and exhausted in the air for an afternoon, Su Yu felt a little hungry and tired. He did not make trouble for Chu Ci anymore. He lay on the bed and carried Chu Ci into his arms from behind.

After Chu Ci stumbled for a while, she still didn't let go and said let's take a break.

Hearing the fatigue in his voice, Chu Ci didn't say anything more, and even closed her eyes while holding the quilt like this.

But this night was destined to be uneasy.

The bells from the imperial city rang nine times.

Breaking the silence in an instant.

The first time Su Yu heard the bell ringing was when he opened his eyes, raised his hand to cover Chu Ci's ears, and quietly listened to the bell ringing.

The corners of his lips were slightly bent.

He took Chu Ci, who was a little annoyed, into his arms, and buried her face in his chest. This was the direction of the imperial city.

In the Northern Ji Dynasty, the bell rang nine times, indicating the death of the emperor of this dynasty.

Originally, Su Xiaotian seemed to be able to live longer, but he didn't expect that he would not get through today.

Su Yu thought about this, but there was no other expression. He hugged Chu Ci in his arms and adjusted his posture and fell asleep again.
Chapter completed!