Ye Hao didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly said such stumbling words.

Her gaze was no longer the same as before, staring directly at Zhu Ziyue, as if she was in deep thought.

On her washed face, her eyebrows were crappy fiercely, and her face couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression.

"Momo no ...... Young, its leaves are ......"

She repeated the poem in her mouth, stumbling but not stopping.

Zhu Ziyue no longer looked at her thoughtful face.

It's as if everything in front of him is not worthy of his attention.

He used a flannel cloth to gently wipe Ye Hao's hair.

If before, he still thought that Ye Hao could remember him, but now he didn't want her to remember everything before.

Zhu Ziyue's action of wiping Ye Hao's hair was very gentle, like touching a fragile object.

"Ye Hao, are you hungry?" He asked suddenly.

This sentence instantly pulled Ye Hao's deep contemplative thoughts back.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhu Ziyue in front of her expectantly, and nodded vigorously at him, "Hungry...... Hungry ......."

As he spoke, he touched his stomach with his hand.

Zhu Ziyue couldn't help but chuckle when she saw her hand rubbing her belly on the brocade quilt.

He stopped wiping Ye Hao's hair, put her hand back into the brocade quilt, and said in a gentle voice: "I have already instructed the kitchen to make you some glutinous food, and after a while, you will have a good night's sleep, and you will stay here in the future, okay?" ”

Ye Hao looked at Zhu Ziyue in confusion, but the look in her eyes was not as dull as before.

She looked at Zhu Ziyue deeply and nodded lightly at him, "...... Good. ”

Seeing that she nodded obediently, Zhu Ziyue reached out and touched her head, got up and was about to leave.

But in the next moment, the sleeve was pulled.

Zhu Ziyue turned around and looked at the owner of this hand along the sleeve of his shirt, which was covered with scars.

Ye Hao had already sat up, stretched out her hand and pulled his sleeve, her eyes were shining, "Don't go......"

"If you don't go, I'll bring you some food."

Uncle Liu had already whispered outside the door before, saying that the food from the kitchen was delivered.

Ye Hao didn't seem to understand when she heard this, but she loosened his sleeves.

Zhu Ziyue walked back to the bed, pressed Ye Hao on the bed, let her lie flat and cover the thin quilt, and then turned to leave.

In this way, Ye Hao stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The place where she lives is only separated from Zhu Ziyue's courtyard by a wall.

Because no one in the mansion could get close to Ye Hao, Zhu Ziyue ordered the walls of the two courtyards to be knocked down and opened directly, so that it was convenient to take care of Ye Hao, who was panicking anytime and anywhere.

Since Ye Hao moved into the Prime Minister's Mansion, this mansion, which was always deserted in the past, has added a bit of fun.

No, as soon as Zhu Ziyue got off the court, he saw Uncle Liu running and jogging towards the outside of the house.

As soon as he saw the anxious look on Uncle Liu's face, Zhu Ziyue's picturesque face couldn't help but flash a look of helplessness.

These days, he has become accustomed to Uncle Liu's hurried appearance every day.

"My lord, you can come back, then Ye Hao is in trouble again!"

Uncle Liu's face was full of heartache, but there was not much heartache in his eyebrows and eyes, but there was a little more helplessness in watching the play.

Zhu Ziyue walked to the mansion, took off the official hat on his head, handed it to Uncle Liu's body, and tidied up the somewhat messy official mansion that had just gotten off the carriage.

He asked casually, "What trouble did Ye Hao do again?" ”

The voice is calm, and no emotion can be heard.

Uncle Liu held the black gauze hat in his arms and kept up with Zhu Ziyue's footsteps.