The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Chapter 8 [8] hold your breath

After finishing speaking, Yun Mumu took a satin pillow from beside his head, hugged it and went to the beauty couch next to it.

Covered with a white fox fur blanket and fell asleep.

She was married into the palace on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th.

It has been more than three months.

Although she slept in the same room with Duan Yihuang every day, she never slept in the same room.

Every night, she would make do on this beauty's couch.

This will be more than three months.

Fortunately, this beauty couch used by the emperor is much more spacious than the big bed of ordinary people, and it is also comfortable to sleep on.

There are eight large gold-plated braziers burning in the hall, and there are earth dragons on the ground, and thick felts are hung on the windows and doors.

The indoor temperature is just right, comfortable and suitable for sleeping.

She stuffed homemade cotton earplugs in both of her ears.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep amidst the man's cursing voice.

It wasn't until the man got tired of scolding that the palace returned to calm.

It was silent as if time had stood still.

The man was just tired of scolding, but he was not sleepy yet, lying on this damn bed all day, either taking medicine or sleeping.

This kind of life almost wiped out all his will.

I hope this nightmare will end one day.

He didn't want to lie here like a rotting tree until he turned into a skeleton.

He held his breath, trying to move his covered hands and feet.

But to his disappointment, it was still the same as before, there was no reaction at all.

It's been a year, lying on the couch for a year, and he still can't recognize the fact that he is really paralyzed.

Despair is like an abyss, like a bottomless black hole, which gradually submerges him in a huge and slow manner, making him miserable.

Duan Yixuan gritted his teeth, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, can't you sleep?"

Yun Mumu's soft voice suddenly sounded from one side.

It made him jump, and he turned the only head he could move to stare at her.

Isn't she sleeping?When did you come here?

I was paralyzed, but my reaction was so paralyzed?

He didn't even know when this woman came to him.

The man stared at Yun Mumu fiercely, wishing to make a hole in her face.

But his slightly red eye ends, as well as the thin layer of mist in the black eyes, all betrayed him.

At this moment, his heart was trembling.

Yun Mumu turned his head and looked outside through the window.

After watching for a while, she turned her little face back again.

Holding his chin with both hands, he looked at the man on the bed with his eyes blinking, "Your Majesty, can you tell me, what are you thinking?"

Duan Yihuang just stared at her, ignored her, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were furrowed all the time.

Yun Mumu noticed that even in his sleep, this man's eyebrows never stretched for a moment.

After staring for a while, the man turned his head to the other side, not wanting to see her.

Yun Mumu was not angry either, she pouted and continued to speak to the back of his head: "The emperor doesn't want to say, why don't you let the concubine guess what the emperor is thinking at the moment."

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, obviously not wanting to talk to her.

Yun Mumu stood up, shook her head, she was looking at his sentimentality, and she kindly wanted to accompany him.

Since he doesn't appreciate it, forget it.

Help him tuck the quilt and get ready to go to sleep.

(End of this chapter)