Chapter 50 (9,000 words) Xuan Yi really wants to hide in Yin...

Outside the pavilion, the night breeze caresses the surface of the pond, creating layers of dark ripples, while inside the pavilion, the candlelight flickers and changes randomly, the light and shadow are hazy, blurring the intimate figures within.

After a long absence, Yin Xing's eyes were covered with a belt. He could smell a cool fragrance mixed with water at the tip of his nose. It was as stimulating as mint and penetrated deep into his lungs with every breath.

"Yizhen, we have to go to the Dali Temple tomorrow." After the kiss, Yin Xing pursed his slightly numb lips and reminded him.

"Well, it won't be too late." Xuan Yizhen's words were as gentle as water. His slender fingertips wrapped the red silk ribbon around their wrists, his movements neither hurried nor slow. "Xing'er, how can you get my heart back after you stole it?"

Yin Xing's face flushed as he listened. He could inexplicably feel Xuan Yizhen's gaze through his clothes. He shamelessly agreed, "Yizhen, do whatever you want."

In the past, Yin Xing always felt that the love words like "stealing hearts" were particularly exaggerated, but when Xuan Yizheng said them, they sounded so sincere and heartfelt that people had no doubt about them.

Xuan Yizhen lowered his clear, piercing eyes in admiration, leaned over and gently kissed Yin Xing. A swirl of light flickered in the shadows beneath his eyes, and he murmured, "Then just eat Xing'er."

Before Yin Xing could respond, he felt the pain of Xuan Yizhen's teeth biting him. He nervously called out, "Yizhen, stop biting me. Otherwise, it will be hard for me to go out and see people tomorrow."

Hearing the sound, Xuan Yizheng restrained himself and paused, hiding the madness in his eyes deep inside, his throat rolling, suppressing the thoughts.

"Yizhen?" Yin Xing thought that he had spoiled Xuan Yizhen's fun, and because he was blindfolded and couldn't see her expression, he felt uneasy and had to raise his hand to feel for her.

Soon, Yin Xing's suspended hand touched Xuan Yizheng, which was warm and cool yet reassuring.

Xuan Yizhen came back to his senses, quietly looking down at Yin Xing who was groping helplessly, like a lost lamb. He raised his thin lips, put his cheek close to her palm, and said gently: "Don't be afraid."

After saying this, Xuan Yizheng resumed his former intimacy, comforting Yin Xing's helplessness, and only wished that she would be willing.

Yin Xing dazedly obeyed the kiss, somewhat surprised by the change. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and confirmed that it was Xuan Yizheng without a doubt.

In the silence, the night wind blew through the gauze curtains, but it could not relieve the unbearable heat. Yin Xing's fingertips unconsciously touched Xuan Yizheng's black hair hanging down at his side. It was smooth, cool and very comfortable.

The night was deep, and outside the pavilion, among the dense trees, a praying mantis was trying hard to climb between the branches, as if guided by pheromones, wanting to meet the slender green mantis higher up.

In the hazy moonlight, they stretched out their antennae and tested each other's pheromones. The mantis was instantly captured and immersed in it, carefully making intimate contact, which was warm and beautiful.

The wind blew the branches and leaves, and the shadows changed, like the sound of waves. In a moment, everything changed unpredictably. The mantis was clamped tightly by its serrated front claws, and it had nowhere to struggle.

The seemingly docile green mantis before was now slowly and gracefully gnawing at its flesh. Amidst the rustling sound, juices flowed out, blurring the scene before death.

Soon, the mantis lost its head and completely lost consciousness, but its other limbs still retained its previous intimate behavior and remained gentle and obedient. The scene was weird but harmonious.

In the dark night in the distance, a little morning light quietly appeared, the darkness faded, the surface of the waterside pavilion and the pool sparkled, the lotus leaves fluttered, and the scenery was beautiful.

The inside of the pavilion was brightly lit, clearly illuminating the delicate and bright scene of decadence. Yin Xing wrapped himself in a thin blanket in disbelief, wanting to act like an ostrich.

Xuan Yizhen raised his fingertips and placed them on his side, his gaze falling on Yin Xing's figure covered in a soft blanket, almost revealing everything. He called softly, "Are you unhappy?"

Yin Xing pursed her lips, blushed, and sat up, her hands still wrapped around the thin blanket. She blinked at the gentle and beautiful Xuan Yizhen, and could only forgive her and said, "No."

Alas, tying a scarf around the neck in the hot summer is like trying to cover up one's own faults!

"That's good, but you seem to have gained some weight recently."

"Get fat!"

Yin Xing's mind was distracted for a moment, and he looked at Xuan Yizheng, who had a serious expression, in disbelief.

Xuan Yizhen's gaze lingered on Yin Xing's body, where he was wrapped in the thin blanket. A faint red mark appeared on his skin at the collar. His throat tightened slightly, and he replied nonchalantly, "Hmm, it feels a little softer. Do you want to measure it?"

In the past, every time new clothes were updated with the season, measurements were required. Xuan Yizheng usually recorded Yin Xing's shoulder width and height himself, and did not let anyone else do it for him.

So Yin Xing nervously washed and changed clothes, raised his head and tightened his abdomen as the measuring tape was wrapped around him. He looked at the beautiful face of Xuan Yizhen in front of him and called out nervously, "How is it?"

Although most people gain weight in winter, Xuan Yizheng makes careful arrangements on weekdays and arranges various meals in summer.

And sometimes Xuan Yizhen eats less, but Yin Xing always eats as much as he can and never wastes food, so it is common for him to eat two servings.

Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing's anxious eyes, which were far more eye-catching than the shimmering light on the pool surface. He pursed his lips and smiled faintly, lowering his gaze to the measuring tape, and slowly replied, "Yeah, I've gained some weight."

Last year, Xuan Yizheng felt that Yin Xing's figure was too slender, as if she was just a long branch, so he didn't dare to be too bold with her, for fear of hurting her.

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing couldn't hold back his breath, his clear eyes were filled with hurt, and he stammered, "Looks like I need to eat less meat."

If you don’t lose weight in winter, you will regret it in summer.

"That's not necessary. This is not bad either." Xuan Yizheng retracted the measuring tape wrapped around his palm and his eyes fell on Yin Xing's slender figure revealed through her thin lotus-colored clothes. He grasped her figure, his fingertips curled up unbearably, as if the touch was lingering.

Obviously, Yin Xing does not have a slim and graceful figure, but she exudes an inexplicable temptation, like a snow-white lotus root, soft, glutinous and sweet.

Yin Xing felt even sadder when she heard Xuan Yizhen's gentle words of comfort. After all, she did want to gain some weight, but not a small belly.

Because of this incident, Yin Xing only ate porridge and eggs in the morning. As for the sinful and delicious little meat buns, he didn't eat any of them with tears in his eyes!

Outside the water pavilion, lotus flowers stand gracefully, and the pool water reflects the flowing and changing golden light. Time passes until the Lesser Heat.

The Dali Temple was as busy as usual, while Yin Xing in the general treasury was obsessed with eating meat.

At noon, in the dining area in the backyard, Yin Xing sniffed the wafting aroma of meat and chewed the white flour buns with his teeth, trying to hypnotize himself.

This is not some white flour steamed bun, but a delicious soft and tender pork elbow!

Jiang Yun and Liu Ci sat down nearby and saw Yin Xing chewing a steamed bun with a dazed look in his eyes, giving him the illusion that his life was hopeless.

"Is she sick?" Jiang Yun tasted the braised pork. It was fat but not greasy, salty and delicious. He thought it tasted good, so he picked it up and put it in Liu Ci's small bowl.

"It shouldn't be." Liu Ci looked at Yin Xing's expression and responded with judgment.

Yin Xing blinked her bright eyes, then returned to her senses and looked at the two people and the fat and lean braised pork in front of them. Her throat was rolling, and she quickly stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth and said, "Don't you feel greasy eating meat in the summer?"

Jiang Yun picked up the piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth without any guilt, saying, "No, I would feel listless if I didn't eat meat for a meal."

For people who practice martial arts, eating more meat is the best way to strengthen their bodies. Otherwise, they won’t have the strength to catch criminals.

"Then why don't you seem to gain weight?" Yin Xing felt that Jiang Yun's figure was not thin, but he always maintained a good figure.

"I'm a constable who practices swordplay and catches criminals every day. How can I be as leisurely as you, a junior official who sits in the general treasury?" Jiang Yun teased.

Liu Ci was quietly tasting Jiang Yunbu's dishes, his eyes swept over her straight back, and he agreed with Yin Xing's words.

Because Jiang Yun has been practicing martial arts and sword since he was young, he has thin muscles and a very good-looking body.

Hearing this, Yin Xing had no choice but to accept his fate and eat the steamed bun. After all, he had seen Jiang Yun's sword dance and wall-climbing skills, and he couldn't learn this kind of fitness method by himself.

Jiang Yun looked at the half-opened steamed bun in front of Yin Xing, which didn't even come with a plate of pickles. He almost thought she had mistakenly received prison food and asked curiously, "Are you trying to lose weight?"

Yin Xing tightened his stomach in embarrassment and nodded: "Yeah."

"You don't look fat to me. Could it be that your princess wife dislikes you?"

"No, we're doing fine. I just want to control my diet now."

Seeing this, Jiang Yun stopped teasing Yin Xing. Noticing Liu Ci's strange gaze, he assumed she didn't want him to bully the little girl, so he turned serious and said, "By the way, the Emperor issued an imperial decree ordering the Dali Temple to work with the Ministry of Revenue to distribute drought relief. It's said that the Second Princess donated a considerable amount of money to privately compensate the families of the victims, and also provided a list of people hidden in the imperial examination cheating case, which is why she was able to leave the Dali Temple."

Yin Xing said in surprise, "I didn't expect the Second Princess to be willing to turn back from her wrong path. Could it be that she has a change of heart?"

"How could he have a change of heart? Didn't you see through the Second Princess's thoughts that day?" Jiang Yun now recalled Yin Xing's bold words that day. Although they were too straightforward, they actually made a lot of sense.

If the second princess wants to leave the Dali Temple, she must admit her mistake to the emperor. Otherwise, not only will her reputation be ruined, but she and her brother will also have no chance to compete for the position of crown prince.

The emperor would never allow such an ambitious princess to become the most powerful princess in the future.

"Actually, I was persuading the Second Princess according to your wishes that day. After all, you said that the Emperor is the key person in judging the case." That's why Yin Xing used the Emperor to make the Second Princess afraid and aware of her mistakes.

Jiang Yun silently looked at Yin Xing, who looked sincere. He thought that she was probably sincere even in her heart. He said with difficulty, "Then why do you think the Second Princess admitted her mistake this time?"

Yin Xing chewed on a steamed bun and responded without hesitation: "I think the Second Princess is afraid that the Emperor will be angry and won't let her leave the Dali Temple."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately Yin Xing was not so foolish as to think that the second princess had turned from evil to good.

"But I didn't expect the Second Princess to be willing to disclose the list of those who took the exam on behalf of others. I guess they have a very good relationship as father and daughter."

“Ahem!”

Jiang Yun silently withdrew his previous praise for Yin Xing, thinking that there was basically no bloodline with good connections in the royal family.

If the emperor had not allowed Empress Wanqi to control the harem, how could there be only these eight princesses and princes who have grown up today?

The late emperor had thirty-six princesses and more than twenty princes. In comparison, it can be seen how many of the current emperor's descendants died silently.

It was also mentioned that the emperor's decision to send the second princess to the Dali Temple was already a slap in her face, and the relationship between the father and daughter was probably dead in name only.

Throughout history, no emperor has ever imprisoned a princess. This is more heartbreaking than issuing an imperial edict to punish her.

Even the notorious Princess Xinyang was not punished so harshly.

In the afternoon, officials from the Dali Temple were trembling with fear as they prepared to send off the Second Princess's ceremonial procession.

The Second Princess stood up from her seat deep within the prison. Her gaze fell upon the cell, slowly resting on the glaring light outside the small window. Her expression was indistinct as she whispered, "This is truly a great shame and humiliation."

After saying this, the second princess turned and entered the long and dark prison corridor. She walked up the stairs step by step, which were filled with a musty smell, and recalled some distant past.

It's a smell that is hard to cover up no matter how much incense you use, and it's so intoxicating.

When they stepped out of the dim prison, the sun was scorching outside and the light was dazzling. Dali Temple Minister Jiang Zhengming and a group of officials were waiting.

"Thank you all, my Lords." The second princess whispered, and her eyes swept over everyone, but she didn't see the Shaoqing who worked in the archives, which was a pity.

Since Yin Xing trusts his princess wife so much, he must not know Xuan Yizheng's secret.

That was a secret that the entire royal family was trying to cover up, and Xuan Yizheng would not tell anyone, including this fledgling young prince consort.

The second princess stepped out of the Dali Temple and got into the carriage. As the curtain fell, a fierce and fierce look appeared in her eyes. Her fingertips rested tightly on the ruby ​​​​Zen beads. Suddenly, she wanted to see whether those bright and clean black eyes would still be so firm at that time.

That scene will definitely be very interesting.

The sound of horse hooves echoed as the Second Princess's guard of honor dispersed. Jiang Zhengming raised his hand to dismiss the officials from the Dali Temple and withdrew his gaze.

This second princess, who usually keeps a low profile, used to have a good reputation among all the princesses.

I didn't expect it to involve such a commotion. Even the emperor was troubled by the second princess's affairs. It really shows that you can't judge a person by his appearance.

Many of the noble sons executed in the imperial examination cheating case came from local clans. If this crime were made public, it would be even more difficult for the third prince to make a name for himself in the future. The emperor has been trying to make the matter as small as possible to avoid making the royal family the target of public criticism.

After all, the Xiahou family was ready to make a move because of Xiahou Shao's death. If the royal family caused a bigger scandal at this time, it would be tantamount to giving others a handle and adding to the disaster.

The sun was scorching in the sky, and when it set, it became even hotter. The evening breeze lingered with a burning smell, which was very uncomfortable when it hit my face.

Yin Xing didn't feel any coolness even when riding a horse. When he passed through the streets of the capital, he saw many refugees. Most of them were taken by the guards to the disaster relief center in the outer city for resettlement.

It has basically not rained since Qingming Festival. It is said that many places are suffering from drought. In order to survive, people gather in prosperous provincial cities, and the capital is no exception.

Not long after, Yin Xing returned to the waterside pavilion of the other courtyard. Surprised that Xuan Yizhen was not there, he asked the maid, "Where is Princess Zhanghua?"

The maid respectfully replied, "Sir, the master is in the studio."

Seeing this, Yin Xing went to take a shower first, and then planned to go to the studio to find Xuan Yizhen, so that he could see her paintings.

But when Yin Xing came out of the shower, Xuan Yizheng was already sitting at the table. The maids served dinner and left. The ice jar in the distance emitted a cool breeze, which slightly relieved the heat.

"Yizhen, I was just thinking of going to the studio to find you." Yin Xing stepped forward and took the cup of water handed to him by Xuan Yizhen and drank it.

"You'd better not go to the studio now." Xuan Yizheng fanned Yin Xing and his eyes fell on her fair and pretty cheeks that had just been bathed.

Yin Xing asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Studio, is there some shameful secret?

Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's gaze calmly, raised his hand and touched the water droplets that had not been wiped clean from her brow. His movements were gentle and he spoke calmly, "Are you sure you want to know?"

This sounded normal, but Yin Xing felt inexplicably dangerous. He blinked and tentatively replied, "Do you really want me to know?"

For some reason, Yin Xing always felt that this conversation sounded familiar.

"I don't mind, I'm just not sure what you like."

"Could it be the map that Yizhen mentioned preparing for me?"

Xuan Yizhen nodded and responded softly, "Well, those are pictures of us getting close, so are you sure you want to see them?"

Yin Xing was silent. He didn't expect to hear Xuan Yizheng say such explosive news. He immediately shook his head and was no longer curious.

Xuan Yizheng actually drew a picture album of that scene, and Yin Xing suddenly felt like this gift was a hot potato!

Then, Yin Xing changed the subject abruptly and said, "Eat, eat."

Seeing this, Xuan Yizheng pursed his lips and chuckled, then withdrew his hand and did not mention the studio matters to Yin Xing anymore.

In fact, there are some other things in the studio, of course, they are all related to Yin Xing, but with her shy personality, she probably doesn't want to see them.

In the quiet place, the setting sun cast a shadow on the inside, casting a mottled fiery red color, making Yin Xing's cheeks even more rosy. Picking up the lotus root with chopsticks, he murmured, "Yizhen, you seem to like eating lotus root very much lately."

"Hmm, it tastes very good." Xuan Yizheng took the chopsticks and tasted the lotus root in small bites, with a gentle expression and elegant manners.

Seeing this, Yin Xing didn't want to tell him that he had been eating lotus roots for several days. After all, it was rare for Xuan Yi to have something he liked.

Before I knew it, the sunset faded, the lights came on, and the night wind caressed the lush green lotus leaves, making them sway, but it was still stuffy and hot.

Yin Xing lay on the low couch, fanning himself with a hand. Unable to sleep, he chatted with Xuan Yizhen, "Yizhen, does the Second Princess have a grudge against you?"

This time the frame-up failed, and perhaps the second princess, who was acquitted, would not give up.

Xuan Yizhen paused as he flipped through the scroll. He lowered his eyes to meet Yin Xing's clear ones, tapped the sweat on her nose with his fingertips, and said calmly, "I don't know. Why did you suddenly mention the Second Princess?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little worried about the Second Princess being acquitted like this."

"Don't worry. The Second Princess's maternal family is in decline. Now her years of hard work have been destroyed, and her reputation and financial resources have been damaged. Even if she wanted to cause trouble again, she probably wouldn't be able to do so."

Yin Xing took Xuan Yizhen's cool hand and held it close, asking curiously, "Yizhen, do you know much about the Second Princess's situation?"

Xuan Yizhen placed his fingertips on Yin Xing's palm and fiddled with it, pretending to be casual. "I don't know the Second Princess, but the Emperor never makes decisions so casually, so it won't be easy for her to recover this time."

"I hope the Second Princess will learn her lesson this time. She has harmed so many innocent lives. She is truly evil."

"Let's not talk about the wicked Second Princess. Counting the days, your day off is coming up again."

Yin Xing thought about his overly long hair and muttered, "Yeah, I need to wash my hair properly!"

Xuan Yizhen's eyebrows curved into a gentle smile, and she replied softly, "Then I'm afraid you'll have to wash your hair yourself. I have to go out of the courtyard on my day off."

These words made Yin Xing a little curious. He didn't expect that Xuan Yizhen, who was a homebody, would actually go out for the first time!

And it was on his day off. In the past, Xuan Yizhen would never waste his rare rest day.

"Where is Yizhen going?" Yin Xing didn't want to stay in the villa alone, and was even more curious about the reason why Xuan Yizhen was traveling.

"Palace, I'm going to visit my mother." After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng took Yin Xing's fan and fanned her to cool her down.

Yin Xing rarely saw Xuan Yizhen mention her mother, so she leaned over and rested her head on her lap, asking in a friendly manner, "Hey, can I come with you?"

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Xing, who seemed to be lying in his arms and acting cute. His heart softened. He gently put his arms around her and said gently, "On weekdays, the Queen Mother doesn't like to see people. If you go, you will be scolded. So it's better for you to stay in the other courtyard and rest."

"Okay." Yin Xing felt a little regretful, but seeing that Xuan Yizhen didn't seem like he would give in, he had to give up.

At that time, Empress Wanqi looked really abnormal at the wedding banquet, but Xuan Yizheng and the emperor did not seem to be abnormal at all, which made Yin Xing find it difficult to investigate and inquire.

After a while, the conversation stopped and the pavilion gradually became quiet. The candlelight illuminated Xuan Yizheng's sitting and lying figure. He fanned himself with his hands, neither hurried nor slow, shaking slowly. There was a dead silence in the regularity, as if he was in a trance.

The wind moved the clouds and dispersed them. The croaking of frogs in the clear pond became increasingly sharp, while the chirping of cicadas in the trees became even louder. The tall figure beside the couch was stiff, as if confronting an invisible entity in a desperate struggle.

For a long time, Xuan Yizhen lowered her beautiful eyes and stared at the sleeping Yin Xing, and everything gradually returned to calm.

Xuan Yizhen embraced Yin Xing affectionately, wishing he could be connected to her flesh and blood. He sniffed the rich, sweet fragrance as he breathed in. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with cold sweat. A dark shadow passed through his eyes, as if stirring up a thousand waves, but then calmed down in an instant. He murmured, "Xing'er, no one will destroy what we have now. No one can."

The words were very soft and were soon drowned out by the noisy night in the midsummer. The female official Chunli who was waiting outside the waterside pavilion was actually not very reassured about Princess Zhanghua living in such an environment.

After all, Princess Zhang Hua has always disliked midsummer because the chirping of insects at night is so sharp that it is unbearable for her.

In the silence, the moon moves, the stars rotate, and day and night alternate.

Before he knew it, it was the morning of his holiday. The sun was rising and the heat wave was still going strong. Yin Xing woke up in a daze, and Xuan Yizheng was not beside his pillow.

Yin Xing turned over and looked at the furnishings inside the water pavilion. It was spacious and quiet. He sighed softly and suddenly felt that Jiang Yun's usual teasing made sense.

I was so obsessed with Xuan Yizheng that I felt uncomfortable being separated from her.

The waterside pavilion felt particularly strange without Xuan Yizhen, and Yin Xing missed her a little.

If I had known earlier, I should have pestered Xuan Yizhen to take me to the palace to meet Queen Wanqi. Even if I was scolded, I could still be close to Xuan Yizhen.

Not long after, Yin Xing got up to wash and have his meal.

As for washing hair, that of course requires some extra effort, after all, bathing was not so convenient in ancient times.

Moreover, Xuan Yizhen didn't like the maids serving Yin Xing, although she never said so.

However, Yin Xing could sense Xuan Yizheng's subtle displeasure from their daily interactions.

For example, on weekdays, when Xuan Yizheng takes a bath, there will be many maids to serve him.

When he first got married, Yin Xing had seen such a busy and noble scene.

But now, as long as Yin Xing is around, Xuan Yizheng basically doesn't let the maids stay for long, especially at night.

In the afternoon, Yin Xing was washing her hair alone in a hurry. The rippling water was a little dazzling.

Alas, Xuan Yizheng won’t not come back tonight, will she?

The sound of the wind outside the water pavilion covered up Yin Xing's annoying sigh. The sun was scorching hot. The guards in the palace were all sweating profusely, but the weapons in their hands were shining with sharp cold light.

There are countless palaces in the palace, and inside the towering palace in the center, the palace maids have retreated outside, the doors and windows are closed, and it appears extremely dark.

The bedroom of the queen of this dynasty was exceptionally quiet, yet festively decorated, with the word "longevity" standing out particularly prominently.

The princesses and princes joined the emperor in congratulating him on his birthday. Even though the birthday boy was not in sight, they did not find it unusual.

This was a family dinner, and there were no outsiders present. The Emperor was particularly tolerant and said with relief, "Your harmony is the best gift to the Empress."

"Yes, father." The princesses and princes responded, and the second princess noticed the emperor's meaningful look.

However, when the second princess glanced at Xuan Yizheng, she thought that she really did not bring the young prince consort.

When the birthday celebration was over and the princesses and princes left the palace, the emperor looked at Xuan Yizhen and said, "Your mother has been getting better recently. Let's go to the inner palace to see her."

Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen stood up and replied, "Yes, Father."

The huge inner palace is equipped with doors that are interlocked with iron rings, which are almost identical to the settings of the main house in the villa.

Xuan Yizhen was alone in the depths of the palace, his vision gradually widening. Inside the palace, lanterns were suspended in the air, candlelight shone brightly, and medicine furnaces were shrouded in smoke. His gaze followed the sound of thin iron chains and ropes, and fell on a figure walking among them. He said calmly and calmly, "Mother."

After he finished speaking, the tall and thin figure did not pause, but stared at the wall with a blank expression, as if he had an obsession.

There used to be a south-facing embroidered window, with bright flowers and circling birds outside the window.

There is nothing else in this bedroom except the round bed, and the length of the iron chain is not enough to touch the palace wall, apparently to prevent damage from impact.

But this long chain stopped the queen mother's movements, causing her to instantly go from being dazed and mad to being irritable and furious. She then let out a sharp and mournful roar, staring at Xuan Yizheng with angry eyes, and then quickly stretched out her arms, wanting to attack.

As his movements were restrained once again, Xuan Yizheng silently looked at his mother who had lost control, met her red eyes, and knew clearly that what she was seeing and hearing now was not himself, but an imaginary scene.

So Xuan Yizheng watched quietly as her expression became distorted and hideous, as she fell to the ground exhausted, and as she prostrated herself on the ground retching in pain. She had none of the elegance of the rumored Queen Wanqi.

Medical books have recorded that when people are extremely emotional, their bodies will experience various abnormalities, ranging from tears to pain and retching, and even coma is possible.

A long time ago, my mother would use sharp objects to hurt others or commit suicide. Compared to now, it is indeed much better.

But living like this, neither human nor ghost, must be no different from death.

Xuan Yi really thought that he would never become like this, and he would never let Yin Xing know about the existence of his mother.

Not long after, Xuan Yizhen turned around and was about to leave the inner hall when he heard a hoarse whisper behind him: "The divine bird, where is the divine bird!"

Xuan Yizheng did not stop, letting the door rings behind him one after another. Perhaps the only thing that made his mother think about it was the divine bird that she raised with her own hands.

But the Queen Mother didn't know that no birds were allowed to fly around in the palace for many years.

As night fell, the bustling streets of the capital had not yet ended, and carriages and horses passed through the long streets and entered the villas.

It took quite a while to get back to the villa from the palace. Xuan Yizheng thought Yin Xing had probably already had his meal and rested.

But the lights in the waterside pavilion flickered, and there were plates of food on the table. Yin Xing ran over to him with great energy and called softly, "Yizhen, do you still want to eat lotus roots today?"

Xuan Yizheng looked at Yin Xing's shining eyes, as if a hot spring was flowing in his heart. He nodded silently and did not ask the maid to help him change clothes and take off his accessories. He sat down with Yin Xing to have a meal, his eyes fixed on her long hair tied high with a headband, which made her look particularly energetic.

Even though Xuan Yizheng knew that this was because Yin Xing didn't know how to tie her hair up, she only knew how to comb her hair this way.

"You are waiting for me to have dinner."

"Well, I didn't get up early today, so this is actually my second meal."

Yin Xing served Xuan Yizhen the dishes and soup, and was embarrassed to say that he couldn't sleep because he missed her so much.

Xuan Yizheng cooperated and tasted the lotus root without saying much.

In silence, Yin Xing quickly finished a bowl of rice and went to get a second bowl of rice. He felt that his appetite had increased after being hungry, and his eyes were full of uncontrollable joy!

Seeing this, Xuan Yizheng had to swallow the words he wanted to persuade her to eat properly.

Because Xuan Yizheng could see that Yin Xing was very hungry. She would only show such an expression when she was hungry. She was more excited than the golden carp in the lake, which made people feel sorry for her.

After the two of them finished their dinner, Yin Xing was so full that he could not walk. Seeing Xuan Yizheng go to take a shower and change clothes, he had to pace inside to digest the food, turning off the lights, feeling annoyed that he had eaten too much.

Losing weight, but getting fatter, that’s it!

Not long after, Yin Xing lay on the couch and confessed his sins. The more he regretted, the sleepier he became. He blinked his eyes open and found Xuan Yizheng sitting pitifully in the corner.

Because Yin Xing's irregular sleeping position occupied the low couch, which was very indecent.

Yin Xing immediately pulled back her legs in embarrassment, trying to save her image. She raised her hand and took a long towel to wipe Xuan Yizhen's hair, muttering, "Yizhen, why are you washing your hair so late? If it's not dry, you'll easily catch a cold."

"Oh, I accidentally forgot." Xuan Yizheng turned his head to look at Yin Xing who was sitting cross-legged beside him. Her underwear was mostly pink, white and apricot red, which matched her skin tone very well.

"Are you tired today?" Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen who was a little too quiet.

Although Xuan Yizheng is not a talkative person on weekdays, her quiet state is also different.

It is probably like a flat lake surface. If the sky is clear and the air is fresh, it will appear bright and clear. If it is foggy and misty, it will appear cold and mysterious. If it is covered with dark clouds, it will appear dark and silent.

Yin Xing didn’t understand the differences in these subtle details before, but the longer he spent with Xuan Yizheng, the easier it became for him to feel the differences.

"Well, maybe I got up very early today." Xuan Yizheng adjusted his expression and said slowly.

"Is that so? Then go to sleep. I'll wipe Yizhen's hair." Yin Xing raised his hands and hugged Xuan Yizhen. He sniffed the cold fragrance with his nose and felt a little intoxicated.

Xuan Yizhen did not refuse Yin Xing's hug. He slowed down his body and listened to her heartbeat in his ears, as if it was enough to block out everything. He called softly, "Xing'er, you are very proactive today."

Yin Xing covered her dark hair with a long scarf, lowered her eyes to look at Xuan Yizhen, who was so docile and submissive. Her face flushed as she stammered, "Maybe it's because we haven't been apart for a single day since we got married, so we're not used to it."

"But when you work at the Dali Temple on weekdays, it seems you're not back all day either. What's the difference?"

“…”

Yin Xing was unable to answer these words. She looked at Xuan Yizheng. Her face was still gentle and she didn't look like she was deliberately looking for trouble.

Well, this smart and beautiful princess wife of mine is sometimes very slow.

Yin Xing had no choice but to confess, "I don't know either, but I miss Yizhen so much when I'm at the waterside pavilion and can't see her. I don't want to eat, and I can't sleep well."

Well, it’s a bit embarrassing to say it out loud.

Xuan Yizhen's beautiful eyes gazed at Yin Xing calmly. After a moment, a faint smile played on her thin lips as she said softly, "This description is quite similar to the lovesickness that makes you lose your appetite and want neither tea nor food."

"Yizhen, you actually know about lovesickness?" Yin Xing was surprised. He thought Xuan Yizhen didn't understand love.

"Yeah, I've read some plays and storybooks." In order to understand the joys and sorrows of ordinary people, Xuan Yizheng would read some so-called heart-wrenching plays about joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

However, Xuan Yizheng didn't feel much at that time, and he didn't understand why the two of them had so many misunderstandings and wasted their time. He just felt it was very boring.

Moreover, in the Dynasty's plays, love seemed to make women lose their minds, become ignorant and foolish, act absurdly, and give up everything to please the flattering men. It was too abnormal and incomprehensible.

Yin Xing asked curiously, "What plays has Yizhen seen?"

Xuan Yizhen half embraced Yin Xing's slender figure and said earnestly: "Forget it, don't read those things, otherwise you might become even dumber."

What's more, those are the love between men and women, Yin Xing doesn't need to understand.

Yin Xing felt that this was completely irrelevant and wondered what Xuan Yi was really looking at.

Perhaps Xuan Yizheng doesn't like sweet love dramas.

So Yin Xing tactfully didn't ask for details, and carefully wiped Xuan Yizheng's soft long hair, thinking that avoiding differences and conflicts in consciousness as much as possible is also an important way to live.

Just as the conversation inside gradually died down, Yin Xing lowered his eyes to look at Xuan Yizhen, whose beautiful eyes were lightly closed, looking quite peaceful. But he saw her speak calmly, "If you are suffering from lovesickness, how could you have eaten three bowls of rice and a bowl of ginseng soup just now?"

Yin Xing paused, a little regretful for revealing his feelings to Xuan Yizhen. He said awkwardly, "Lovesickness doesn't mean you won't eat all the time. Besides, didn't I see you?"

"Is that so? It seems the illness is not very serious." Xuan Yizheng murmured as he listened carefully to Yin Xing's heartbeat.

“…” Yin Xing couldn’t utter a word and couldn’t understand Xuan Yizheng’s train of thought at all.

After a while, Yin Xing finally wiped his hair clean. He rested his fingertips on the hair and didn't feel any moisture, so he wanted Xuan Yizheng to lie down and have a good rest.

But Xuan Yizhen's arms did not loosen. Yin Xing hesitantly called out, "Yizhen, are you going to sleep like this?"

"Yeah, it will be very quiet this way." Xuan Yizhen didn't like to hear other sounds. He just wanted to hide in Yin Xing's heartbeat so that he could forget all the uneasiness.

"Okay." Yin Xing knew that Xuan Yizhen didn't like noise, so it was not easy for her to sleep with him in the waterside pavilion.

Late at night, in the dim candlelight of the waterside pavilion, Yin Xing wanted to turn over but couldn't. He blinked at Xuan Yizhen who was nestled in his arms, wondering if she didn't feel tired in this posture.

Just as Yin Xing was watching, Xuan Yizhen suddenly leaned forward and kissed her cheek. His clear and moist voice was a little hoarse as he said, "If you peek again, you won't be allowed to go to the Dali Temple tomorrow."

"I didn't peek." Yin Xing explained with a hot face, but he forgot that they were very close to each other, and their lips touched lightly, feeling a little soft.

"So do you want to do it?" Xuan Yizheng blinked her beautiful eyes and continued to press her lips against his, speaking in a very ambiguous tone.

But at this time, Yin Xing was kissed on the lips and had no way to refuse. He thought that Xuan Yi was really a bit bad.

He had just said that he was a little tired, but now he started to flirt with her again. Yin Xing even suspected that Xuan Yizheng was waiting for him.

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