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  The room was dimly illuminated by the candlelight. Yang Lan'er was lying on the imperial concubine's couch with her pillow on her side, holding a book in her hand and was fascinated by it.

The dim candlelight reflected on her cheeks, her exquisite facial features seemed to be vaguely revealed, her whole body seemed to be covered with a veil, and the distance of less than two meters seemed to be separated by thousands of waters. When she reached out and thought of touching it, she found it was out of reach.

   Tan Anjun was startled, how could he have this feeling, he didn't like this feeling at all, it was too illusory.

  In order to make this feeling of powerlessness go away, he shook his drunken head vigorously. He felt that it must be the aftereffect of alcohol, which made him hallucinate.

  Yang Lan'er heard the movement, looked up and saw her silly roe deer was shaking his head when he woke up, his heart trembled, he hurriedly got up and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? But you have a headache?"

   Tan Anjun watched his little wife walking in a hurry, when she held his face in her hands and stared at him with concern, while he closed his eyes, opened them again, and hugged the woman in front of him without saying a word.

   "What's the matter?" Yang Lan'er sat on the edge of the bed, let him hold her, and smiled helplessly. This man became childish after being drunk once.

   "It's okay, I just want to hug you." Tan Anjun said sullenly.

Yang Lan'er felt it was funny when she heard it, she patted him on the back lightly, and coaxed softly: "Okay, are you hungry? I asked Mrs. Wang to cook millet porridge, why don't you eat something to warm your stomach? "

   With a puff, Tan Anjun laughed out loud, his shoulders trembled slightly, the emotion that had just been brewing was gone, and after a long while after laughing enough, he let go of his arms, and said in distaste: "I'm so hungry, ask them to bring it."

   Really, it's rare for him to be sensational once, what a good atmosphere was destroyed by her, what a pity!

  Yang Lan'er frowned slightly, but she let go after a moment. Since she gave birth to three treasures and four treasures, it seems that it has been a long time since the husband and wife have not been hypocritical.

  Suddenly, this man came out to her, which caught her off guard. Seeing that he had returned to normal, she secretly let out a sigh of relief, and ordered Lichun outside to bring the millet porridge warmed on the small stove.

   After he finished eating, Tan Anjun remembered the rough guys, and asked, "Have Huang Qiang, He Xu, and the others settled down?"

  Yang Lan'er nodded: "Well, they are no less drunk than you, and they may not wake up yet. Don't worry, the big kitchen is warming the porridge. When they wake up, let them drink a bowl of porridge before going to sleep."

   "Yes." Tan Anjun responded softly, rinsed his mouth, leaned back, half-closed his eyes, too lazy to move.

  Yang Lan'er looked at him. Is this man's expression and actions trying to show her off?

  She turned around and leaned back on the imperial concubine's couch again, picked up the book and continued to turn to the page she was reading just now. She was reading this book with gusto when Tan Anjun woke up, causing her to stop thinking.

  Tan Anjun half-opened his eyelids, saw her limbs stretched out, and the corners of her lips slightly curled up: "Lady, what time is it?"

  Yang Lan'er glanced at him, pursed her mouth and said: "Oh, it's still early, you go to sleep when you're tired, I don't want to rest yet."

   "Oh," Tan Anjun glanced at her, only responded lightly, turned around and lay on his side, staring at her in a daze.

  Yang Lan'er glanced at him, seeing that he seemed to be thinking about something in his heart, so he didn't say anything, and his eyes returned to the script.

  The room was suddenly quiet, except for the occasional sound of flipping a book.

  (end of this chapter)