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

Chapter 92 A Different Kind of Warmth 1
But Bei Qinghan heard these words, but it didn't feel good in his heart.

There are many people who have always complimented him, flattered him, and feared him, but no one has ever sincerely said, "You are so kind."

It was obvious that Xia Xiaowei's words came from her heart.

It is even more precious to say this sentence from a mouth that has always been stubborn and never takes him seriously.

Bei Qinghan couldn't help but feel a little blissful, her heart felt warm.

Just do the good thing to the end, and said to Xia Xiaowei: "I have to deal with political affairs, you can go and read by yourself. There is no one else in the imperial study room. If you are tired, you can sit down and rest for a while."

"Okay."

Xia Xiaowei said happily.

Ignoring Bei Qinghan, took the book, walked to a long couch beside her, sat down, tilted her body, and leaned against the back of the couch.

Very laid back and comfortable.

Xia Xiaowei's movements are very natural. She usually reads at home like this, either crooked or upside down.

Sitting upright and watching, how tired.

Bei Qinghan frowned again.

Why is this Xiao Wei still so vulgar, with no boudoir at all?Not to mention that everyone is a lady, she is not even as good as Xiaojiabiyu.

She doesn't look like the Xueshan Tribe Saintess at all.

But the initial bad impression of her has faded a lot, and I even feel that her appearance is much more pure and real than those twitchy, pretentious ladies and gentlemen.

As Qing Chen said, she is very cute.

Thinking of Bei Qingchen, the way he looked at Xia Xiaowei, and Xia Xiaowei's gentle and shy look in front of him, Bei Qinghan felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

He stopped looking at Xia Xiaowei, walked to the imperial case, and began to deal with political affairs.

Picking up the pen and looking at the pile of memorials in front of him, Bei Qinghan secretly blamed himself.

There are so many things to be solved in the world, how can he still have the time to care for his children and be jealous?

What, sons and daughters love each other, jealousy?
How could he do such a thing?
He won't, won't be tempted by any woman, let alone the saint of the Xueshan tribe.

Bei Qinghan said these words to herself in her heart as if swearing an oath, pushed Xia Xiaowei to the back of her head, and focused on reading the memorial.

(End of this chapter)