79. Traces

Yun Zhihe looked at the information in his hand and was silent for a long time.

The past between Lou Zhi and Xuanyuan Ying was difficult to fathom, and Ah Zhi had to put in some effort to find out.

Her fingertips stroked the ink words and she lowered her eyes slightly.

At this moment, Qingzhu knocked gently on the door, her voice hoarse, "Madam Yun, the hot water is ready, but do you want to take a shower now?"

Yun Zhihe took back the document, responded, and let him in.

Qingzhu was dressed simply, her clothes outlining her slender waist, her hair was slightly messy and wet, and when she looked up, accompanied by the candlelight, she was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water.

He tucked his hair behind his ears and poured the bath water.

Yun Zhihe paused, "Just hand it over to the maid. As a man, carrying so much water would be tiring."

She said this many times and asked other people to deliver water, but it was still Qingzhu who came to deliver water every time. She was really stubborn and couldn't get over it.

Qingzhu paused, turned around and chuckled.

"Madam Yun, why do you think Qingzhu is a delicate young man? Madam Yun saved me from the sea of ​​suffering, so I will serve you well no matter what."

He walked forward again and wanted to undress Yun Zhihe, but Yun Zhihe shook his head.

"I'll do it myself."

He was so stubborn and would only let go when Yun Zhihe refused.

Qingzhu paused, and Yun Zhihe walked behind the screen. She thought Qingzhu had left, so she took off her clothes. Just then, she saw the figure still standing outside the screen. She paused and spoke.

"Qingzhu, please come out..."

Qingzhu raised his foot and walked forward, undressing as he walked. He pursed his lips and spoke.

"Madam Yun, I know you despise my dirty background, but even though I grew up in a brothel, I am still a virgin."

He bared his shoulders, and the toad's blood on his round and white shoulders was particularly conspicuous. He walked to the screen, knelt down suddenly, raised his head, and his voice was hoarse.

His eyes were pitiful, with a hint of red tears, his Adam's apple was trembling, his skin was like jade, translucent and bright, exuding the ultimate purity and charm.

"... Please, Madam Yun, please be my slave."

Yun Zhihe paused, his expression dull.

Half of her clothes were taken off. Now she saw Qingzhu kneeling down with her neck stretched out like a swan. Her clothes were taken off, revealing the red cherries on her chest and the toad's blood on her shoulders.

"Qingzhu! This is inappropriate! Get out now!"

As if his eyes touched something, Yun Zhihe suddenly closed his eyes, his face filled with confusion and panic.

Qingzhu knelt stubbornly, looked up at her, but suddenly stopped.

His eyes darkened.

Yun Zhihe closed his eyes, feeling a bit angry and frustrated. "Since you've been redeemed, why are you treating your body like this... I didn't redeem you..."

"Madam Yun, what is this?"

Yun Zhihe's words were suddenly interrupted.

She opened her eyes in shock and suddenly saw Qingzhu had stood up and was close to her, their breaths intertwined. She looked up at Leng Ning, who was a little gloomy, and the pitiful look just now seemed to disappear.

He lowered his head, reached out and touched Yun Zhihe's neck, his fingertips stroking an ambiguous kiss mark.

Asked in a hoarse voice.

"……What's this?"

Qingzhu raised his eyes to look at her, his expression dark and cold.

...These are the traces left by Xuanyuan Ying's obsession with her.

But he was clearly bitten more fiercely, with teeth marks on his shoulder.

He clearly knew what it was, yet he kept asking. Yun Zhihe took a deep breath, shook off his hand, straightened his clothes, and had a somewhat unhappy and cold expression on his face.

"Qingzhu, although I don't want to say this, I still remember your identity."

"I have respected your integrity before, but this is no reason for you to overstep the line."

“…Retreat.”

Qingzhu paused, lowered her head, and her soft hair covered her face. She only heard him respond softly, and then left after a moment of silence.

"Qingzhu knows."

Yun Zhihe frowned as he watched him leave.

She was soaking in the bathtub, the misty water vapor made her face look hazy. Yun Zhihe looked up at the beams, pursed her lips, and let out a light breath.

The jet-black hair curled softly along the water flow, and some of it stuck to her face wetly, which was particularly beautiful.

Yun Zhihe closed his eyes.

I murmured a word in my heart, "Yes."

It was Xuanyuan who asked her to call him that.

At that time, he curled up in her arms, his voice still hoarse, and he called her "Jinniang" vaguely, each word becoming hoarseer than the last.

Yun Zhihe bent down and kissed him at that time, and listened to him speaking vaguely.

"Jinniang...call me, answer."

He especially liked this, curled up, murmuring the word "Jinniang" before falling asleep.

He said this was the only way to sleep peacefully.

Yun Zhihe just hugged him back, gently rubbing his shoulders with the tip of his chin, and the rubbing of his hair made him feel a little itchy.

Joy, that's what it is.

…

She entered the palace. In recent days, she has been going there frequently and at fixed times. Even so, many palace boys secretly looked at her on the road and flirted with her.

Yun Zhihe didn't even look away.

Eunuch Li saw her coming towards her, his expression instantly turned cold, and he avoided Yun Zhihe and cursed him.

"Shameless little hooves, is this something you can covet?"

"Eunuch Li..."

The fierce look in his eyes made the young palace boys run away quickly with panicked expressions.

However, Eunuch Li was also worried.

These little palace boys are all more beautiful than flowers, with waists so soft that water can just come out of them.

Although His Majesty has recovered and is able to have children, and his appearance is unique in the world, his age... is still a little old.

If Madam Yun fell in love with some delicate young palace boy on the way, wouldn't that be bad?

Which woman doesn't like a young man?

Eunuch Li gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat angry. He was going to go back today and set some rules for those little rascals. If they continued to block Madam Yun, he would give them dozens of beatings.

Look at who she was throwing those shameless seductive glances at while she was lying in bed recuperating!

Yun Zhihe didn't notice the twists and turns in the road, so he just breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was where Xuanyuan should rest. Given her status, there was no need for her to inform him. Eunuch Li welcomed her in with a kind smile.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a faint fragrance, a cool aroma.

She saw Xuanyuan Ying with his back to her, looking at the bronze mirror, as if doing something.

Yun Zhihe walked forward and gently touched his shoulder.

Xuanyuan Ying paused and turned to look at her.

The brows that were just furrowed had not yet relaxed, and now they were inevitably a little cold.

Yun Zhihe paused and asked, "What are you worried about?"

Xuanyuan Ying's expression instantly subsided, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he lowered his eyes, "Nothing."

He stood up again and took her hand, his voice hoarse, "Look at you, your hands are cold from kneeling in the snow all those days. Why don't you bring a hand warmer with you when it's cold in spring?"

He lowered his eyes again and held Yun Zhihe's hand, transferring his body temperature to him.

Yun Zhihe paused for a long time before speaking.

"I just thought about seeing you... I never thought about anything else."

Yun Zhihe looked at Xuanyuan Yingzhengran's face with a smile, saying these love words that did not suit her appearance. She was a little shy at first, but when she saw Xuanyuan Yingzhengran's ears turning red, she felt it was worth it.

“…I forgot to prepare it.”

Xuanyuan Ying's originally cold eyes seemed to melt into water. He hummed, his ears turned red, he took a deep breath, and glanced away.

"...Sit down."

That's also strange.

Mingming always wanted to be with her and called her Jinniang over and over again, but when Yun Zhihe said some love words to her, she became very shy. She pretended to be cool on the surface, but she was already dizzy inside.

It can be seen from the pursed lips and red ear tips.

Yun Zhihe chuckled, his throat sounding like a silver bell.

Xuanyuan Ying turned to look at her, pursed his lips, and was speechless.

He knew clearly that she was laughing at him, but he had nothing to refute her.

He paused, only squeezing her hand tighter, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Don't be like this."

Yun Zhihe nodded and just looked at Xuanyuan Ying's eyebrows.

As white as jade, with the cold and superior look of an ink painting, as if arrogance and calmness were innate, and then there were the facial features with heavy colors on the cold skin.

Especially his eyes, which were cold and pale, but when he looked at her, they suddenly showed a tiny brilliance.

Yun Zhihe suddenly reached out, touched the corner of his eye, and said something inexplicably.

"……nice."

Xuanyuan Ying paused, and his face suddenly turned slightly red.

"Uh-huh……"

Answering like this.

"Just now, you were looking at the face in the bronze mirror and feeling worried, right?" Yun Zhihe asked. She smiled, and her fingertips caressed his deep eyebrows and eyes again. "He looks good. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen."

Xuanyuan Ying pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to the side, not looking at her, and murmured, "How many men have you seen in your life?"

"I'm afraid that when I get old... you won't be happy..."

He is so much older than her and has so many younger men, how could she not be happy with him?

Xuanyuan Ying had just looked at his face in the bronze mirror, stroking it and frowning, fearing that he would develop wrinkles of age.

"You will..."

His voice was hoarse, and before he could continue speaking, Yun Zhihe interrupted her.

"But you are clearly... the most beautiful man."

She raised her head slightly and kissed the corner of his lips.

His voice was unclear, long and hoarse, with a helpless smile.

"Clearly... he is the most beautiful man in my life from now on."

Xuanyuan Ying paused, closed his eyes and kissed her back.

Her red lips were slightly sore and swollen from being bitten. Only when the kiss ended did she feel the remaining warmth on her lips and breathe lightly.

"Don't lie to me."

"If you lie to me..." Xuanyuan Ying paused. He hugged Yun Zhihe, buried his head in her shoulders and panted slightly, "Then..."

There was some confusion in his eyes.

"Then..." What happened? He couldn't say it.

She just pursed her lips in the end. It was strange that a man of her age could be so delicate at this moment.

"I won't let you kiss me anymore..."

He said this in an inaudible voice, as if he knew that what he said sounded hypocritical and regrettable, so he closed his eyes in shame.

Yun Zhihe chuckled and nodded.

It was still afternoon, she was holding Xuanyuan Ying, and they were taking a leisurely nap, Yun Zhihe's lips caressing his hair.

The atmosphere was originally relaxed, and then suddenly, Yun Zhihe asked softly.

The voice is clear.

"Did you ask the late emperor to grant General Lou's engagement?"

Xuanyuan Ying suddenly stopped and raised his head from her arms.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yun Zhihe.