Chapter 1045 It’s Still Too Late to Pretend to Be Cute 72

Chu Ci looked at his darkened face and raised her lips again, "Isn't it almost time to get married? There is only one and a half years left. Can't you bear it for one and a half years?"

Concubine Lan had indeed discussed a more suitable date with Chu Ci before. It was definitely too late to prepare now. And if the emperor could not survive this winter, then the whole country would have to mourn for a year, so one and a half years later would be the most suitable time. time.

No matter who Chu Ci's husband is in the end, the wedding will be held at that time.

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

Su Yu looked at Chu Ci's face and was silent for a long time, then retorted very quietly and quickly, "...fuck you."

Where did you learn this?

Chu Ci couldn't help but raise her hand and pat the man's forehead, "Talk dirty words?"

"……No."

It sounds a bit aggrieved.

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

Her hair was scattered around, her face was soft and beautiful, and when she smiled, it was as if all the stars in the sky were in her eyes. It was really beautiful.

In the end, Su Yu couldn't help but lowered his head and touched Chu Ci's forehead. Without saying anything, he heard Chu Ci calling him with a smile.

"Su Yu."

"kindness?"

"fiancé?"

"……kindness!"

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

After the two talked about it, the distance between them became less.

She was coaxed into giving Chu Ci a bowl of bitter soup.

Seeing Chu Ci fluttering in his arms and refusing to drink, and saying that the imperial doctor was deliberately retaliating against her, Su Yu had a gentle smile on his face and drank it all without any doubt.

Then, after stuffing a candied fruit into Chu Ci's mouth, she looked at Chu Ci holding the candied fruit aggrievedly, burping, and finally shrank in with the quilt as if she didn't want to see him.

The two of them had indeed been quarreling for a long time, and the imperial doctor said that Chu Ci should have a good rest.

Su Yu, who had experienced the feeling of his heart hanging in mid-air all afternoon, also felt a little hungry and tired, so he didn't bother Chu Ci anymore, so he lay down on the bed and hugged Chu Ci from behind.

After Chu Ci writhed for a while, he still didn't let go and said to rest.

Hearing the tiredness in his voice, Chu Ci didn't say anything more and just hugged the quilt and closed her eyes.

But this night was destined not to be peaceful.

The bell from the imperial city rang nine times.

The silence was suddenly broken.

Su Yu opened his eyes when the bell rang for the first time, raised his hand to cover Chu Ci's ears, and listened quietly to the sound of the bell.

The corners of his lips curved slightly.

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

In the Beiji Dynasty, the bell rang nine times, which represented the death of the emperor of the dynasty.

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

Su Yu thought this, but didn't show any other expressions. He adjusted his posture while holding Chu Ci in his arms and fell asleep again.

By the early morning of the next day, the imperial city was already in a state of explosion. The emperor had just died of illness, and the eldest prince and his mother had already sensed that something was wrong.