It was night, near the highway, the lights of the palaces gradually extinguished, leaving only a few lanterns at the entrance of the palace swaying in the cold wind, looking very shabby in the distance.
Monsanto Elm lay on the bed, hugging a small group of Po in his arms, one dog at a time, you turned over, I turned over, obviously couldn't sleep.
“Po, can't you sleep?” Monsanto Elm dotted Po's little nose and asked quietly.
Po arched towards her soft chest and buried a small face in her arms and hummed softly, counting as an answer. This cute little look made Monsanto Elm laugh. She picked up Po, got out of bed barefoot, and took a soft sleepover towards the window. “We couldn't sleep, so we looked at the stars by the window. The winter sky was more beautiful than the summer sky, you know? ”
Po twisted in her arms, wrinkling her nose and humming, one claw lifted, pointing to the embroidered shoes on the couch.
Monsanto Elm did not pay attention, and took a few more steps forward. Po twisted even harder, almost rolling out her arms. She followed Po's paws and chuckled. “Is Po reminding me to wear shoes? ”
Po snorted and stopped moving.
Monsanto Elm rubbed Po's head and smiled and walked over to put on his shoes. Once again, Po's little paws go toward an outer robe finger on the screen. Monsanto Elm burst out laughing and wearing the robe, then wrapped Po in his arms, revealing only a small dog's head.
“My Po is so smart! It would be better if we could talk!” Monsanto Elm sighed and walked slowly to the window. She knew Po was smart and weird, but what about it? He's smart enough to be his own Po. And her Monsanto Elm pet, should be the most special.
Po whimpered and responded twice, then nestled in her arms, looking up at the starry night sky. The night sky is thick and heavy, pouring down like ink, more like the brightness and permeability of a star. Each dog sprays a white mist on his nose, and his expression is the same distant and quiet.
“Po, have you seen those stars? That's Orion, a legend long ago..." Monsanto Elm tells their story slowly, pointing to the constellations that he can recognize. Po raised his ears and listened quietly, his dark painted eyes blinking to give himself all the warmth.
Monsanto Elm pointed all the way past, saw the purple palace not far away, suddenly silenced down, and his expression was clear.
Looking at the frowning woman, Zhou Wudi knew that she must have remembered the concubine who was now lying in the arms of the fake goods. She said that she was helpless, irrespective, ignorant, but she would still feel uncomfortable. He thought that Shen Huilu was cold and hot and needed his own tolerance and care to live in the palace, but it turned out that the woman was cold, both outside and inside. Unlike the woman in front of you, because of the soft mess in her heart, she had to cover herself and protect herself with the appearance of a teething claw. You can't really see through her until you know how cute and heartbreaking she is.
Meng Sangyu returned from his meditation and looked down at himself. A pair of dark painted eyes reflected the stars, so bright, so deep, so focused, as if she were the only one in his world.
Really? For Po, he's all he has! Who else could he rely on besides himself? The loneliness and bitterness in his heart was driven away by this idea. Meng Sang Elm's heart was warm. Gently, Po's nose. He muttered, "Po, it's good to have you around...”
Po whimpered and grabbed her fingers with open mouth. The Lord has spoiled two foreheads and laughed at each other, and at this moment their world is nothing but one another.
The distant lights gradually lit up around the Dry Qing Palace, dyeing the dark dark nights into oranges, and the noisy voices came and broke the heartwarming times of the Lord's Spouse.
“What's the matter?” Monsanto Elm wrapped up Po and walked to the gate of the palace to inquire.
“Returning to her mother, as if something had happened to the Qing Dynasty Palace, someone had been sent to visit her and she would be informed soon.” Sister Feng quickly came to report.
“Qingqing Palace? Your Majesty?” Meng Sangyu was shocked and Zhou Wudi was also stiff on his back.
The eunuch who went to inquire soon came back, panting and kneeling salute, “Madam Qi, the thief in Qingqing Palace, the guard in charge of the night said that a precious antique had been lost in the royal study. At this time, the whole palace was under siege, and the thief was being captured. ”
“Got it, go down.” Monsanto Elm retreated from the eunuch and smiled softly at Nanny Feng. "Lost antiques? I think we lost the Emperor! It was supposed to be the guards who knew what the false emperor was doing and took action. If we don't send the emperor out, Shen Huilu will strangle the emperor himself. ”
Zhou Wudi fought a cold war and had to admit that the words of Mulberry Elm were very likely to be uttered. Even if Shen Huilu could not be ruthless now, she would not let herself live again as she gradually tasted the wonders of power.
When he realized Po's tremor, Monsanto Elm thought he was cold and hurried to hold him inside the palace. Since the emperor is likely to have been rescued, it can be seen that the guard will not let Shen's father and daughter go into an impenetrable state. Her tight heart strings relaxed slightly and she laid in a duvet with Po in her arms.
Zhou Wudi also appealed. For the first time in three months, he became restless.
Face-to-face, the master soon fell into a sweet dreamland.
In the Qian Qing Palace, the false emperor hurried back after receiving the news. Shen Huiru also came to the inner palace through secret passage, and was in a great temper in the palace.
“Rubbish! Rubbish!” She bearded and blushed, desperately suppressing the impulse to smash the objects in the palace.