Chapter 84 (8,000 words) Love Mooncakes are Hard to Learn...

During the White Dew season, the Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer, and the weather is not as hot as midsummer, but has a bit of autumn coolness.

The streets of Guodu Market were bustling with people, the hawkers' calls echoed one after another, and as the hot mist rolled into the teahouse, discussions gradually arose.

"It's said that the Emperor isn't refusing to meet with foreign ministers because he's bedridden, but rather because he's being held hostage by Marquis Weiwu, and he's worried he might rebel!"

"No wonder the emperor, in his prime, suddenly claimed to be ill. It turns out there's something else going on."

"So, the eldest prince was killed a few days ago. Wasn't his death unjust?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced the speaker's neck, blood splattered, and the people at the same table were filled with horror, screaming in pain!

There was an uproar in the teahouse, and everyone fled in all directions like frightened birds.

A well-equipped Han family army marched through the streets, patrolling closely. The leader shouted, "Anyone who discusses state affairs privately will be killed!"

The long street suddenly became silent, no longer as lively as before. The people avoided the soldiers and guards in fear, leaving only dead silence.

In the silence, the morning sun shines on the deserted teahouse floor. Amidst the bright red blood, flies circle and buzz incessantly.

In the capital, there was a sudden panic and everyone was on the alert. At the same time, all the civil and military officials in the court were also intimidated and threatened, and were in a state of constant fear.

The sun rose slowly as Jiang Yun hurried through the corridors of the market town, listening to the sounds of those following him. He walked neither fast nor slow, his palm resting on the hilt of his sword while his fingertips fiddled with the slightly burnt purple-blue tassel.

Recently, someone has been trying to follow Jiang Yun, becoming as annoying as a rat.

Jiang Yun walked through the alleys in a familiar way, his pace gradually quickening, and he wondered in his heart which faction the people belonged to.

The first suspect was naturally the second princess. She teamed up with Du Ruo's puppet to attack the third princess and the eldest prince, which at least confirmed part of Jiang Yun's guess.

The fact that I contracted rabies but did not die clearly posed a hidden danger to them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun changed his mind and turned away from Liu Ci's pharmacy.

When Jiang Yun quickly walked into the deserted house in the South Lane, his figure disappeared.

The people who had been following them rushed into the house. The leader said solemnly, "Search quickly! We can't let her get away again!"

Everyone dispersed, and soon everything was silent. A long sword was unsheathed and placed against the neck of the leader in the hall. Jiang Yun stood behind him and said leisurely, "Tell me the truth, who sent you here?"

The cold sword blade cut through the skin, revealing bloodstains. The leader broke out in a cold sweat and replied, "My master is the Second Princess. She wants to ask Lady Jiang to hand over the secret formula for the antidote to rabies."

"I see. However, the antidote to my poison was given by Princess Zhang Hua. If your master wants it, why not go to another courtyard?" Jiang Yun said with a cunning look in his eyes.

This second princess wants the antidote, but I'm afraid she has no good intentions.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person being held hostage suddenly swung out a sharp spike. Jiang Yun quickly stepped back and swung his sword to block the attack.

This thorn is much more dangerous than a sword. If it pierces into the body, the flesh, blood and internal organs will be crushed.

Within a few breaths, a sharp and short cold collision sound rang out, filling the abandoned house.

Not long after, Jiang Yun stepped out of the abandoned house, swung the sword in his hand nimbly, dropped the blood on it to the ground, then put it back into the scabbard and let out a long breath.

Since escaping from prison, every day has been extremely thrilling.

Inside the abandoned house, against the dilapidated wall, a man groaned in pain. When the spike was pulled out with force, broken flesh and blood fell to the ground.

At noon, the Second Princess's residence was filled with the scent of sandalwood. A maid brought tea and said fearfully, "Master, of those who went out today, only one returned seriously injured."

The Second Princess excerpted from the scriptures and spoke without even looking up: "So Jiang Yun ran away again?"

"Yes, but that person got a piece of news. Jiang Yun took the antidote for the poison given by Princess Zhang Hua."

"If we can't catch the person, this kind of information is really useless."

After she finished speaking, the second princess looked at the cinnabar ink stains on the paper, paused, and became a little annoyed.

I thought Xuan Yizheng would send the Wanqi family's troops to fight Han Fei to the death.

But who would have thought that Han Fei would act so recklessly, while Xuan Yizheng remained indifferent and sat quietly in the courtyard.

The emperor nominally has three princes, two of whom have died, leaving only the third prince.

Han Fei, who has a large number of troops at his disposal, must have his primary goal to deal with himself, so the second princess wants the antidote, which may help the emperor survive a little longer.

If the emperor recovered from his illness, there might be room for maneuver, but unfortunately, they are all useless, and Du Ruo can't even cure the poison.

The second princess slowly looked at the two people not far away. Their faces were changed by the disguise artist to look like the third prince's.

If he really couldn't count on the emperor, he could only cooperate with Han Fei to establish a fake prince, kill Xuan Yizheng first, and then plan more troops to deal with Han's army.

The royal family members all have their own personal guards, and each of them has a large fiefdom. If they are integrated, their strength cannot be underestimated.

As for why she didn't cooperate with Xuan Yizheng to kill Han Fei, it was because Han Fei, a mere warrior, was far less dangerous than her.

Han Fei, as long as he is willing to support the new king, he will be a subject regardless of his sincerity.

If Han Fei rebelled, even if the royal family was exterminated, he would still be guilty of betraying justice. In the future, noble families from all over the country would become rebellious, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, causing endless trouble.

However, Xuan Yizheng, who was born in the Empress Dowager, has a completely orthodox status and identity, and it is also mentioned that she has the soldiers of the Wanqi family. She possesses unique strength.

If Han Fei announced that the emperor had passed away and the three princes had died, Xuan Yizheng would have almost no suspense or controversy.

Thinking of this, the second princess was filled with resentment. She raised her hand and knocked over the inkstone. She absolutely could not let Xuan Yizheng sit on the throne!

The cinnabar ink flowed, reflecting the red sun in the sky, like a black sun, twisting and turning. The maids around were silent and dared not speak.

The afternoon light is the most dazzling, and even in early autumn, it still emits warm warmth.

In the courtyard, Yin Xing and Xuan Yizheng came out to bask in the sun, because after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather will gradually become colder.

Especially for Xuan Yizheng, he felt the cold much earlier than ordinary people.

The music was melodious. Yin Xing watched Xuan Yizhen sitting upright and playing the zither. Her slender, beautiful fingers moved across the strings, the lingering sound lingering in the air, light and graceful. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful!"

Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's sparkling eyes, which were far more dazzling than the sun's, and chuckled softly, "This is the zither master's new piece. She's very good at composing music."

Xuan Yizheng could never learn this, because the zither player said that music can reach people's hearts, and music should be composed according to the changes in one's mood.

"The musician is very good, but unfortunately her injury hasn't healed yet." Yin Xing once went to see the musician. Her hand was injured, so it must have had an impact.

"What? Isn't it enough that I play the piano for you?" Xuan Yizheng withdrew his hand and gently pinched Yin Xing's earlobe, with a hint of resentment in his dark eyes.

Yin Xing regained his composure and looked at Xuan Yizhen. He blinked, his eyebrows curved, and smiled as he called out, "Yizhen, you're jealous too."

Xuan Yizhen made fun of himself last time, but this time he finally made up for it!

"It seems that you are getting bolder and bolder, and you even make fun of me." Although he said the words as a reproach, Xuan Yizheng did not avoid Yin Xing's bright smiling eyes. His thin lips lifted slightly, and he smiled gently.

"No, I wouldn't dare." Yin Xing tilted his head and moved closer to Xuan Yizheng, kissing her face ingratiatingly, not daring to be naughty.

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at Yin Xing, whose thick eyelashes fluttered. His heartbeat stopped and he felt a slight pain. His other hand gently fell in front of her and he murmured, "Little rascal."

As the pain spread from his heart, Xuan Yizheng even felt as if his heart was being gripped by Yin Xing, and his breathing trembled with pleasure.

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen with a hot face, held her hand, and took it out from her collar, whispering: "It's broad daylight, how can I be as bad as Yizhen."

Although they had been married for three years, Yin Xing found that whenever he was with Xuan Yizhen, she would flirt with him almost effortlessly without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Xuan Yizheng did not stop Yin Xing's actions. His fingertips casually rested on her palm, leaving a warm and soft touch on her palm.

"Yizhen, is the situation in the capital dangerous now?"

"That depends on the specific situation. Are you referring to us, or the three princesses and the others?"

Yin Xing felt the cold white fingertips on his palm pinching the soft flesh. Looking at the calm Xuan Yizhen, he couldn't help but gasp and said, "Of course he's worried about us, but Yizhen, please be gentle, it hurts a little."

Xuan Yizhen slowly loosened his grip, gently rubbing the red mark on Yin Xing's palm with his fingertips. He said calmly, "Throughout history, usurping the throne has required either exceptional strength or legitimacy. The former requires dealing with the royal family and suppressing the restless aristocratic families, while the latter requires establishing supreme prestige beyond the imperial power without being labeled a traitor. Which do you think is easier?"

"I think neither one is easy. No wonder Han Fei didn't kill the emperor. It turns out he was weighing the pros and cons." Yin Xing was very worried recently that rebels would break into the villa.

Now that I think about it, the other princesses and princesses are probably in a more dangerous situation.

If Han Fei gets carried away and insists on using force to kill the emperor and the royal family to usurp the throne, only Xuan Yizheng in the royal family will be strong enough to resist. Others will probably find it difficult to fight back and can only wait for death in despair.

At that time in Tianchuan, Yin Xing witnessed the fighting power of Han Fei's personal guards, which was very terrifying.

"Silly, announcing the emperor's death now will do more harm than good to Han Fei. Han Fei's power and status all rely on the emperor's decree. Otherwise, if he were to run rampant in the capital, how could the noble families not complain?" Xuan Yizheng's fingertips moved along the changing lines in Yin Xing's palm, his eyes clear as if he could see through fire.

Everyone was afraid of the emperor and did not know the truth, so they did not dare to act rashly. Otherwise, they would be charged with treason like the eldest prince and would be powerless to fight back.

Yin Xing felt a little itchy, and looked at her calm and composed jade-white face, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her skin was icy and her thick black hair was combed neatly, meticulously, without any sense of crisis at all.

Xuan Yizheng's reaction to Han Fei's covetous gaze now was actually because she had been prepared for it.

Or is it because Xuan Yizheng condoned all the murderous acts of Han Fei, who usurped the throne?

After all, this time the royal family may face the danger of genocide.

Although Yin Xing knew that the royal family had no business since the time when Princess Xinyang of Quelou...

But it was obvious that Xuan Yi really turned a blind eye to it, and it was definitely not because of the evil and vicious nature of the royal family.

Maybe she was just indifferent and callous.

"Yizhen, you..." Yin Xing hesitated and didn't finish what he wanted to say.

As the female official outside the pavilion came in and reported: "My lord, the third princess requests an audience."

Xuan Yizhen didn't look away. She blinked her beautiful eyes at Yin Xing and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Yin Xing shook his head and replied: "Nothing, since the Third Princess is visiting, there must be something going on, Yizhen should go and get busy."

If the royal family members cooperate now, they may be able to deal with Han Fei in time, and there may not be heavy casualties.

"No hurry, do you want to follow me to meet the Third Princess?"

"I'd better stay and learn piano."

As he spoke, Yin Xing withdrew his hand, knowing in his heart that Xuan Yizheng was definitely just speaking casually.

When it comes to jealousy, Xuan Yizheng is even more obvious than himself, especially when it comes to the third princess, Yin Xing is of course more concerned about his life.

Xuan Yizheng saw Yin Xing plucking the strings clumsily, so he slowly put his hand on the back of her hand and taught her how to plucking the strings.

The sound of the piano was heard intermittently in the pavilion. The female official was a little confused and could only wait.

Yin Xing was completely bewildered. He let Xuan Yizhen guide his hands to pluck the strings, wondering if she was refusing to meet the Third Princess.

As his thoughts were distracted, Yin Xing's fingertips loosened up, and the sound of the piano became a little drifting.

"The arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all about self-cultivation. If you are so inattentive, it will probably be difficult for you to learn them." Xuan Yizheng met Yin Xing's inquiring eyes and said jokingly.

"Yizhen, actually I'm not in a hurry to learn the piano." Yin Xing was afraid that Xuan Yizhen would misunderstand her meaning, so she didn't dare to mention that the third princess was waiting for her.

Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing meaningfully, slowly loosened his grip on her hand, and said slowly, "It seems that it is difficult to get along with you. In that case, I will not teach you for now."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing watched Xuan Yizheng leave the pavilion, followed by a maid. He raised his hand to rub the strings, only to find a red mark. He had never expected that practicing the piano was such hard work.

No wonder Xuan Yizheng looks so fragile on weekdays, but he is not at all weak when doing that kind of thing!

The wind blew across the surface of the pond, creating ripples. The third princess sat quietly in the courtyard hall, lowering her eyes to gaze at the tea in the cup, which felt faintly cool.

In fact, the third princess had no idea whether she could meet Xuan Yizheng today.

After all, he had been at odds with Xuan Yizheng for so many years and had never visited him in person.

After a long time, the third princess' heart sank gradually, thinking that once the eldest prince died, only the third prince would ascend the throne.

The cowardly Third Prince had long been addicted to the Soul-Stirring Powder. If the Emperor had chosen normally, he would have had no hope of ascending the throne.

Unfortunately, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere and the eldest prince was killed by Han Fei. The emperor was also held hostage by Han Fei and his life or death was unknown.

If the second princess also turned against Han Fei and cooperated with him, the third princess could imagine what would happen to herself and her mother.

Seeing that the royal family is about to face a devastating disaster, there is no one else to rely on in this situation except Xuan Yizheng.

At this time, a group of people finally came in slowly from outside the hall, and the third princess regained some hope.

The maids prepared some medicinal fumigants, teacups, and other items. Xuan Yizhen stepped onto the platform and sat down. He looked at the Third Princess and said slowly, "I've been delayed practicing the piano with my husband today. I wonder why the Third Princess is visiting?"

"Han Fei has forced my father to kill the eldest prince and has intended to rebel. Now he holds a large army and his situation concerns the safety of the royal family, so I have come to bother Princess Zhanghua. Please forgive me." The third princess restrained her previous arrogance and responded seriously.

"Princess, please be careful with your words regarding this matter. Marquis Weiwu is a senior official of the Emperor, in charge of the capital's defenses. Furthermore, there have been no reports of any unusual incidents within the palace. Instead, there are only rumors of the First Prince plotting a rebellion, and the evidence is irrefutable."

"I know Princess Zhanghua has concerns and suspicions, but if the Second Princess intends to collude with Han Fei now, there will be no room for redemption in the future."

After she finished speaking, the third princess ordered someone to bring a bound puppet Gu man. Even though his skin was burned and damaged, he still had strong vitality.

Xuan Yizhen looked at the bound puppet Gu man calmly, fiddling with the jade ring on his wrist with his fingertips, feeling bored.

It would be more interesting to teach the clumsy Yin Xing to practice the piano.

The Third Princess explained, "These are the puppet soldiers of the Wuzhou Du family, and they're the culprits behind the rabies outbreak in the capital. The fire at Peifeng Tower that night was a murder plot orchestrated by the Second Princess and the fugitive Du Ruo. Princess Zhanghua, aren't you worried about a surprise attack in the future?"

Xuan Yizhen raised her eyes slightly and looked at the Third Princess. She said, "I will order the other courtyards to strengthen their defenses. Other than that, does the Third Princess have anything else to do?"

After he finished speaking, the third princess saw that Xuan Yizheng was not surprised at all, so she had to lower her posture and kowtow.

"Princess Zhanghua, I hope we can put aside our past grudges. If the Wanqi family needs you, I will fully cooperate. I only ask that you protect my mother in times of crisis." Xuan Yizheng is now the only member of the royal family who is capable of protecting himself, so the third princess can only make this apology request.

"Help with all your strength? If you really want to, perhaps you won't be at the end of your rope." Xuan Yizheng lowered his eyes and looked at the always arrogant Third Princess. He fiddled with the jade beads on her wrist with his fingertips and responded thoughtfully.

The third princess looked up at Xuan Yizheng who was sitting on the high seat. The nearby incense burner emitted a thin mist, but it could not cover up the darkness in her eyes, which was enough to swallow everything.

It was then that the third princess suddenly realized that Xuan Yizheng had never been one to protect herself, and she had already made other arrangements.

The bright light cast from the window lattice onto the floor of the hall gradually faded, and a light mist lingered, blurring the figure sitting quietly in the hall.

The sun sets in the west, and the sunset glows bright red. Yin Xing is fishing alone, and is a little curious about the conversation between Xuan Yizhen and the third princess.

When the sun had set halfway, Xuan Yizhen finally returned to the pavilion. Yin Xing looked up at the tall and graceful figure who slowly approached, like a shining jade statue. He wanted to ask something but didn't dare.

"You love fishing so much, why are there no fish?" Xuan Yizheng sat down aside and tapped the brim of Yin Xing's sun hat with his fingertips, deliberately covering her eyes that could not hide what was going on.

"Fishing depends on luck. I only caught one fish last time." Yin Xing adjusted his sun hat and explained, not noticing Xuan Yizheng's mischief.

Xuan Yizhen gazed at the vast pond. The wind was still and the clouds were clear, with only a faint glow of sunset light illuminating the water, making it even darker and deeper. He said, "The Third Princess has left the villa. Don't you want to know what she came here for today?"

Yin Xing paused, blinking, suspecting Xuan Yizhen was stinging him. He pondered, "If Yizhen wants me to know, then I want to know."

"You're not so clever before."

"Hehe, maybe it's because I've been with Yizhen for too long, so I guess the closer I am to the red, the redder I am, the blacker I am."

Xuan Yizhen tilted her head to look at the naive Yin Xing, and said with a look of resentment, "Are you saying that I have corrupted you?"

Yin Xing smiled and arched her eyebrows as she said, "No, that's what Yizhen said herself. Besides, it can be said that she follows the lead of her husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind blew, the waves surged, and mottled light flowed and changed in Yin Xing's eyes. Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and gently tapped her upturned nose, but in the end he didn't bother to pursue the matter.

But it does sound more pleasant when women sing and follow each other.

In the quiet place, Yin Xing leaned close to Xuan Yizheng, feeling a little curious but not asking any more questions.

Because he was worried that Xuan Yizheng would be unhappy because he asked the third princess.

After a while, Yin Xing looked at the string of the fishing rod in his hand, which did not move at all. He suddenly felt that there was no hope of fishing today and planned to give up.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yizhen said calmly, "The Third Princess came to visit me to inform the Second Princess and Du Ruo that they are cultivating more puppet Gu people, and they may join forces with Han Fei's personal guards to deal with me and the royal family."

Yin Xing tilted his head to look at Xuan Yizhen and said worriedly, "More puppet Gu people, wouldn't that be very dangerous?"

The puppet Gu man is very resistant to damage from swords and guns, and his speed and strength are also amazing.

Yin Xing was injured at that time because he underestimated the power of the puppet Gu.

"Yes, so I refuse the Third Princess's request to dispatch the Wanqi Cavalry, to avoid unnecessary casualties."

"I remember Yizhen has medicine to deal with puppet poison. Perhaps giving some away can help reduce casualties."

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Xing, and said softly: "Didn't Jiang Yun tell you that the medicine I gave you contained the blood of the medicine man?"

Yin Xing shook his head. He had never heard of a medicine man before and asked, "What is a medicine man?"

"For those who nourish the medicinal Gu in their body for a longer time, the medicinal properties in their blood will become stronger and they will be immune to all poisons." Xuan Yizheng explained calmly, without any concern.

"This sounds very painful." Yin Xing found it hard to imagine the scene of himself being poisoned by a poisonous insect.

Last time, Yin Xing almost died from the pain caused by the poison, and his life felt like a year.

It was also mentioned that he had been using his body to raise Gu, and Yin Xing would rather jump into the river.

As the sun faded, Xuan Yizhen gently embraced Yin Xing with his arms, his gaze fixed on the surface of the pond, where the black water was surging. He said calmly, "It's okay once you get used to it."

Yin Xing was a little confused about Xuan Yizhen's words. He rested his head on her arm and didn't understand what she said.

Suddenly, Yin Xing remembered that he had drunk Xuan Yizhen's blood. He was horrified and looked at Xuan Yizhen in the fading sunset. He could not make out his expression and could only vaguely see his outline.

"Yizhen, when you asked me to lick your blood, was it actually to detoxify you?"

"Well, do you think I'm teasing you?"

Yin Xing nodded silently, feeling a little embarrassed to speak, suspecting that he was a little perverted!

Xuan Yizhen let out a soft laugh, and put his arm around Yin Xing, holding the fishing rod in her hand with his palm, rubbing it with his fingertips, and said in a savoring tone: "Well, that is indeed a kind of teasing."

Upon hearing the voice, Yin Xing's mood changed 180 degrees. He looked at Xuan Yizheng who was so close to him with resentment in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything.

Because Yin Xing suddenly thought that Xuan Yizheng's blood could detoxify, so he was the so-called "medicine man" who was immune to all poisons!

"Yizhen, were you poisoned by the emperor?" Yin Xing was a little frightened when he said the last part, and he couldn't stop shaking.

If the speculation is true, the emperor is unforgivable and has no conscience!

"No." Xuan Yizheng hugged Yin Xing and whispered.

Yin Xing was a little surprised and was about to ask again when Xuan Yizhen said calmly, "The poison was placed there by Queen Wanqi because she wanted to develop an antidote."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yin Xing felt the blood in his body run cold. At that time, Xuan Yizheng was probably just a child. How could Queen Wanqi be so cruel?

"Yizhen, aren't you angry?"

"No, I was very ill at the time and could barely distinguish between illusions. Queen Wanqi's choice was absolutely correct."

Xuan Yizheng lowered his head and pressed it against Yin Xing's cheek to absorb the warmth. His words were casual and ordinary, with a dead silence in his dark eyes and a wooden expression.

A child who has lived and died with the phantom poison since birth will not live long.

At that time, Empress Wanqi still had some rationality and naturally knew what was more important.

If Empress Wanqi died of the poison, the young Xuan Yizheng would have a hard time surviving in the palace.

On the contrary, as long as Empress Wanqi is still alive, she will have more children.

This was a life-and-death gamble, but unfortunately Queen Wanqi made one wrong move in the end, and she was lucky enough to survive until now.

After he finished speaking, it was pitch black all around. Yin Xing didn't know what to say, so he could only get closer to Xuan Yizheng.

Because no words could soothe the pain Xuan Yizheng was experiencing; they were too pale and powerless.

"Yizhen, I will never hurt you like that." Yin Xing whispered with watery eyes.

"But didn't you say before that you would prepare more medicine to save others?" Xuan Yizheng felt the wetness on his cheek, tilted his head and kissed the corner of Yin Xing's eyes, tasting the bitter taste.

Yin Xing shook his head and replied, "I didn't know the truth before."

If he had known earlier, Yin Xing would never have mentioned to Xuan Yizheng about preparing medicine to save people.

Xuan Yizhen stepped back slightly, looked at Yin Xing and asked, "Why?"

"Because Yizhen is also a patient, he should take care of himself first."

"Is that so?"

Yin Xing felt sad when she heard Xuan Yizheng's words. She might have never heard anyone say such words before.

Xuan Yizhen raised her hand to wipe Yin Xing's tears and thought, "I thought you would want to save more people. It seems that I am more important, right?"

"Of course, Yizhen is the most important person. Besides, I think to save people, we should donate blood ourselves, instead of transferring the burden of harm to those close to us." Yin Xing explained shyly, somewhat thankful that it was dark, so Xuan Yizhen couldn't see his blushing face.

"In that case, I have to be thankful that your blood is useless, otherwise I would have died while saving others." Xuan Yizheng pinched Yin Xing's face with his fingertips, with a bit of force.

Yin Xing took a deep breath in silence, thinking that Xuan Yizheng's method of pinching people was becoming more and more difficult to defend against!

A silvery-white glow appeared on the surface of the pond outside the pavilion. The waning moon hung low, casting a little light. Yin Xing vaguely saw Xuan Yizheng's cold and beautiful face with a smile on it, like the moon goddess. His heart stopped beating, and his resentment suddenly disappeared.

If it can make Xuan Yizheng happier, she can pinch him as much as she wants, Yin Xing thought hopelessly.

The wind blew, ripples formed, and the waning moon turned into mottled fragments. Stones were thrown into the back wells of the houses in the alleys of the capital, making water sounds and blurring the moon.

He Yun stood aside in annoyance, looking at her senior sister who was taking care of the little girl in the house. It was as if she saw her past self, and she felt that she could not drag it on any longer.

Recently, Jiang Yun has appeared from time to time for various reasons. If senior sister is soft-hearted, she will miss the opportunity.

Not long after, Liu Ci came out of the house and saw He Yun sitting by the well. He stepped forward and said, "Don't sit like that. It's dangerous if you fall down."

"Okay." He Yun stood up obediently and walked over with the bucket.

Liu Ci was sitting by the wooden basin washing clothes when she realized the well water was a little cold and paused.

In the past, Jiang Yun would often fill water tanks and dry them in the open air so that it would not be so cold.

In winter, Jiang Yun was even more unthrifty and even bought charcoal to boil water for washing clothes. Liu Ci had told her about it many times, but she only responded with a smile and refused to listen.

"Senior Sister, why does Jiang Yun always bother you recently?"

"Nothing, just developing medicine."

Liu Ci raised his hands to wash the clothes, and stopped distracting himself to avoid thinking about anything else.

During this period, Jiang Yun would come every three days to inquire about the development of drugs to prevent and treat puppet poison.

Jiang Yun didn't come today, probably because something happened to him.

He Yun looked at her broken hand and said hurriedly, "Senior Sister, your hand is bleeding!"

Liu Ci came back to his senses and saw that his finger had accidentally hit the washboard, breaking the skin and bleeding. He replied, "It's okay."

"Senior sister, please give me a chance to take care of you, okay?" After she finished speaking, He Yun kissed Liu Ci's lips with heartache and pleaded.

"Xiao Yun, you misunderstood." Liu Ci said with surprise in his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to distance himself from her, but He Yun held him tightly and he couldn't struggle.

He Yun was so scared that she refused to let go, holding her sister tightly. She choked with sobs and said, "Senior sister, you are my only relative. I will never let you down or disobey you like Jiang Yun did."

Liu Ci paused, noticing He Yun's tears soaking her clothes, and sighed softly, "Xiao Yun, don't cry."

After she finished speaking, He Yun smiled, knowing in her heart that her senior sister was indeed very soft-hearted.

If I had known this would happen, I would have expressed my feelings earlier and would not have let Jiang Yun take my senior sister away.

It was not very bright under the moonlight, but the figures of the two people hugging each other in the courtyard were so clear in Jiang Yun's eyes. He clenched the purple sword tassel with his fingertips, and his eyes never moved away.

After they arrived in the yard, the two of them entered the hut together and extinguished the lights.

After a long time, Jiang Yun came back to his senses, raised his sleeve to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, exhaled a long breath, turned around, walked over the eaves, and disappeared into the long night.

As time went by, it was Mid-Autumn Festival. The emperor was going to hold a palace banquet, and several imperial edicts were sent to various palaces. The royal family members had their own thoughts, but they were all extremely vigilant.

In the villa, Yin Xing did not stay by the pond to fish, but was thinking about trying to make love mooncakes for Xuan Yizheng, so he changed the battlefield to the kitchen.

The curling smoke looked normal at first glance, but when the smoke gradually filled the courtyards and houses, the maids in the corridors were busy ventilating the rooms. Seeing this, the female official Chunli admired Princess Zhanghua's composure.

This is probably the first time since the establishment of the entire villa that such a huge chaos has occurred from within.

When Du Ruo's puppet soldiers attacked from the outside, although there were many casualties, it was not such a scene.

In just a few days, Prince Consort Yin burned down six stoves, which was truly extraordinary.

Isn’t Princess Zhanghua worried that Prince Consort Yin will burn down the villa today?

Xuan Yizhen flipped through the folded book in his hand and said calmly, "It seems that today's lunch will be postponed again."

Half an hour later, Yin Xing returned to the house dejectedly, completely unaware of the gray-black tip of his nose. He sighed deeply, thinking that making mooncakes was much more difficult than fishing.

Suddenly I felt that Xuan Yizheng’s cooking skills were amazing when he made baby food.

Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, who looked frustrated and depressed, and asked as if he didn't know the truth: "Where are the love mooncakes?"

Yin Xing blinked in embarrassment, but before he could respond, his stomach rumbled with hunger. He replied awkwardly, "Maybe I need to think about it."

"Then you should cherish your time. After all, there is no custom of eating mooncakes during the Chinese New Year."

"Yeah, I know."

Yin Xing's head almost drooped into his collar after hearing this, and he suddenly realized that Xuan Yi really had a bit of a dry sense of humor.

Seeing Yin Xing looking dazed, Xuan Yizhen waved to her to come closer, and with his other hand, he held an embroidered handkerchief and wiped the ashes from the tip of her nose gently and solemnly.

Yin Xing looked at the gentle and considerate Xuan Yizhen and said sheepishly, "I burned down the kitchen today. Did you know, Yizhen?"

Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen paused, a faint smile spreading across her beautiful eyes. Her gaze fell on Yin Xing's fair and delicate face, and she said softly, "Well, you're pretty amazing too."

Seeing this, Yin Xing wished he could crawl into the stove and never come out to see anyone again. It was too embarrassing!

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