Prince Su Nangong Yi, a red coral in the South China Sea.

Qiu Zhu glanced at Qing Yin cautiously.

Everyone knew about her and Prince Su. Last night, when she saw Prince Su drunk and stopping the Queen Mother, it seemed like he hadn't let it go.

If this person gets involved in love affairs after entering the palace, it will only bring trouble to himself.

I only hope that the Queen Mother in front of me can...

Before she could think, a voice rang out in her ears, "Give this South Sea coral to the Fifth Princess, and congratulate her on the birth of her daughter."

"Yes." Qiu Zhu agreed and felt relieved.

The Queen Mother is already the most noble person in the world. She has no children and is not a threat to the Emperor.

To put it bluntly, as long as you behave yourself, you will enjoy endless honor and wealth in this life.

Qingyin naturally had no idea that Qiuzhu's thoughts had changed so much in just a moment.

But it’s okay to just know and not care.

After all, her target is the emperor.

When Nangong Yuan returned to his bedroom, the first thing he did was to place the two crabapple paintings side by side.

Although the crabapples are different, the painting techniques are exactly the same.

He picked up the crabapple that he had just taken out of the Cining Palace and sniffed it gently. Although the smell was very faint, it was indeed the fragrance of crabapple.

Nangong Yuan curled his thin lips slightly, restored the brocade box to its original shape and stuffed it back under the bed.

Nangong Yuan has not worn the amulet these days.

Every morning he could smell the faint scent of crabapple on his body.

Until one day.

A guard was holding a new amulet. After he put it on, he had no fragrance on his body for two consecutive days.

He knew that the amulet must have worked.

That night, after the hour of midnight, he imitated Nangong Yan's dress and went to Qingyin's palace.

When Qingyin saw him, he was stretching his legs. A group of Hu dancers had recently arrived in the palace.

On a whim, she called two people over to teach her.

She saw Nangong Yuan wearing the Nangong Yan mask and happily pulled him to sit on a cushion beside her. Then she excitedly ran to the middle and asked, "Look, how have I been doing recently?"

In the sight, the woman's almond eyes were full of affection. She raised her hand and took off a green crabapple flower hairpin on her head. The hair that was originally tied up in a bun instantly fell down, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

In the candlelight, the waterfall-like black hair was smoother and shinier than brocade.

Qingyin suddenly trotted over to Nangong Yuan again and placed the hairpin in his palm, "Hold it for me."

Without waiting for his reply, she trotted to the middle again.

Her delicate face, which just now resembled a little girl, now captivates everyone.

Because there is no music.

Qingyin had no choice but to set the beat in her mind according to the nodes she had learned.

A pair of jade feet tapped the ground lightly, and then the waist twisted and rotated, the whole person was like a fairy about to ascend to heaven, leaving a trace of splendor in the air.

At that moment, Nangong Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand.

When Qingyin stepped on the ground with her toes, he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

But the dance is not over yet. Qingyin is still leaping and dancing lightly, and then spinning. The red and white skirt sways in the air as she dances, just like the crabapple blossoms, so gorgeous.

Nangong Yuan was in a trance for a moment.

At this time, Qingyin also slowed down her spinning movements, and the flying skirt slowly fell down, wrapping around her slender waist and her round, tender white toes.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes stained with smiles asked, "Do you like it? I learned it specially for you to see."

Nangong Yuan's gaze remained unchanged.

But the anger in my heart could not be suppressed.

I don’t know if it was her dance, or the fact that the man had the audacity to rub his body against hers.

He waved to Qingyin.

Although Qingyin was a little confused, she still walked over obediently and squatted down.

Although this dance doesn't take long, each movement is extremely physically demanding.

She squatted on the ground, her snow-white bare feet exposed. Only then did she realize that she had taken off her socks while practicing dancing.

In other words, she just danced barefoot...

Thinking of this, Qingyin quickly covered her ears with her skirt, and her ears were quietly stained with a hint of crimson.

There was a voice in Nangong Yuan's heart, clamoring to tear her apart.

He followed his heart and held a pair of jade feet in his hands, "very beautiful."

Qingyin's face, as well as her ears, flushed red. She glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she whispered, "How could you touch me? Touch me there? This is against the rules."

Nangong Yuan chewed on the words softly, "That's against the rules, huh?"

Qingyin took the opportunity to retract her jade feet and hide them under her skirt.

The palm of his hand suddenly felt less smooth, and Nangong Yuan felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

He was never one to let himself be wronged, so he simply grabbed her with his big hand and held her in his arms. Qingyin half-knelt with her upper body straight, pressed against his chest, and a hint of panic appeared on her charming face.

"Ah Yan, what are you going to do?"

The woman's voice was filled with fear and panic, which made Nangong Yuan's heart beat fast.

undoubtedly.

He liked Qingyin's face and expression.

He stretched out his index finger, lifted her chin, then lowered his head slightly and kissed her.

It was just as he imagined, soft and sweet.

But before he could go deeper.

But there was a salty taste on his lips, and he pulled away slightly, "Why are you crying?"

Qingyin pushed him away with all her strength, then used her hands and feet to crawl away for a long distance, "You, you go!"

Nangong Yuan wanted to rub his eyebrows in distress, but when his fingers touched them, he realized that he was wearing a mask.

It seems that person has not succeeded yet!

Perhaps this realization pleased him, but he lazily stood up and said, "Then I'll come again next time. Next time, I won't do this."

Qingyin bit her lower lip lightly, still a little scared.

Just when Nangong Yuan walked to the door, for some reason, he stopped again. He shook the hairpin in his hand and said, "I'll take this."

Qingyin was angry but dared not say anything, so she asked someone to take the hairpin away.

Fortunately, I haven’t seen Nangong Yan for a few days.

However, there was one more person eating in her Cining Palace every day.

Anyway, every time it’s time to eat, this person will show up on time.

Of course, not all three meals a day are eaten here.

Only this evening's meal will be here.

Qingyin stirred the white rice in her eyes, but her gaze kept falling on Nangong Yuan.

Nangong Yuan followed her gaze, finished his meal, put down his bowl, and then said as usual, "My shoulders have been a little tired lately. I wonder if the Queen Mother could give me a hand massage."

Qingyin almost threw the chopsticks in Nangong Yuan's face. How could he have the nerve to let the queen mother of a country massage his shoulders?