Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 90
Bei Qinghan knew that she was trying to quibble, but she felt very comfortable and didn't want to argue with her.

Today he left the morning court and came to the imperial study.

Knowing that Xia Xiaowei was inside, she specially ordered other people to wait outside the door of the imperial study, and walked in alone.

There was no one in the imperial study room, Xia Xiaowei didn't obediently stand near the door waiting for him.

This is also within Bei Qinghan's expectation, knowing that Xia Xiaowei is not an honest master.

He listened intently, and heard the sound of flipping books and Xia Xiaowei's breathing from a certain row of bookshelves.

He remained calm and came to the back of the row of bookshelves to see what happened.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xiaowei was so engrossed in flipping through the book that she didn't notice his arrival.

He stood on the other side of the row of bookshelves she was looking at, watching her through the gap between the books and the bookshelves.

Her eyebrows and eyes are full of concentration and interest, which is the look of people who have been with books for a long time and love books.

But it was definitely not the expression that should appear on the face of the Xueshan Tribe saintess.

Bei Qinghan didn't suspect that she wanted to steal any secrets, because the books she read were all gold and stone inscriptions, and there was nothing that could not be read by outsiders.

Xia Xiaowei moved to one side of the bookshelf while flipping through the pages, and Bei Qinghan also moved with her.

He found that he was more and more interested in this woman.

People walked slowly among the bookshelves, as if they were walking in the river of time. The two days that Xia Xiaowei spent with him flashed before his eyes one by one.

She is vulgar, playful, cunning, tender, stubborn, weak, and wise.

There is too much of her.

Each one is not like the real her, but each one is the most real her.

She is so different.

Some of those differences make him scoff, some make him angry, some make him taste, some make him appreciate, some make him unconvinced, and some make him pity.

The only thing that didn't bore him.

What kind of woman is she?
He couldn't see through her, he was puzzled, he couldn't help wanting to know her.

When the river reached its end, Bei Qinghan stood at the end of the row of bookshelves, waiting quietly.

(End of this chapter)