Chapter 35 Yunxi, I'm sorry
“You’re right!” Xiao Shenjing didn’t argue with her anymore. He lowered his eyelashes, turned around, and strode outside. “If you don’t get up, I’ll have someone drag you out.”
Seeing Yunxi's clothes lying to the side, their drab and ugly color made Xiao Shenjing frown.
As he stepped out from behind the screen, he instructed the palace maid, "Go and get her two new dresses."
Since Yunxi did not receive the rank of concubine, the palace maids could not make decisions on their own, so they simply went and got two sets of palace dresses similar to hers.
The time for the banquet was fast approaching, and Xiao Shenjing naturally couldn't wait for Yunxi. He instructed the palace servants to bring her to Fengtian Hall, and then led a group of concubines away first.
"Auntie, where are we going now?" Yunxi asked, following behind the palace maid.
"His Majesty requests your presence at the Fengtian Hall," the palace maid replied, her brows lowered.
"Does Auntie know what she's going to do?" Yunxi continued to ask.
As the lowest-ranking palace maid, Yunxi worked in a very remote place every day. She was oblivious to what was happening outside and only wanted to be lazy and play, so she had no idea what major events were taking place in the sky.
I don't know what Xiao Shenjing is up to this time, but I'll just curse him in my heart first and vent my anger before I do anything else.
The other person glanced at Yunxi, and finally shook their head.
Unable to get any useful information from her, Yunxi had no choice but to shut up.
Just as we approached the Fengtian Hall, the faint sound of bells and music drifted over.
It looked like some kind of celebration or banquet was being held.
The banquet had already begun, and beautiful women were singing and dancing in the main hall.
Almost all the ministers who were invited to the banquet were present.
Only the lower right side had one person in the empty space.
Fan Zishi stood on the veranda that was the only way to enter the palace, pacing back and forth continuously.
He would occasionally look up and glance at the corner.
The ram's horn lanterns swayed in the early autumn wind.
Since learning that Yunxi was alive, he has never seen her even once.
Tonight, with great difficulty, Eunuch Fu sent him a message.
He only made a brief appearance at the banquet before quietly leaving.
There were too many people around, so the servant should have stayed here and led Yunxi to a secluded place. However, Fan Zishi remembered what Yunxi had said four years ago when she left the Jiangyuan Marquis's residence.
"I, Yunxi, will never have any connection with the Jiangyuan Marquis's mansion in my life, or may I be struck by lightning."
He knew that given Yunxi's temperament, even if she knew the servant, she would never come to see him.
Beneath his sleeves, Fan Zishi clenched his fist.
He had to meet with Yunxi before leaving; he had something very important to say to her.
Very important.
As Yunxi was being led by a palace maid, she turned a corner and saw a tall, slender figure dressed in a light blue court robe.
Fan Zishi's gaze immediately fell on Yun Xi.
Across the long corridor, through distant time, the moment their eyes met, even the wind fell silent.
The distance between them was too great, and Fan Zishi couldn't help but take a few steps toward Yunxi.
Finally, as if startled awake, it suddenly stopped and stood still.
His eyes remained fixed on her, even though he knew he was overstepping his bounds, he refused to look away an inch.
Yunxi is still alive.
She didn't die.
She truly lives on in this world intact, not in a cold, lifeless grave, nor in a vast world where her voice and image are nowhere to be found.
Upon seeing Fan Zishi, Yunxi only paused briefly before looking away.
From the day she returned to the capital, she was prepared to meet anyone she knew.
Anyway, everyone here is the same to her; there's no difference.
She remained expressionless and continued walking behind the palace maid.
Until she and Fan Zishi got closer and closer.
The early autumn wind swept through, carrying with it the lingering scent of pine and ink on his body.
That used to be the scent that Yunxi liked.
After causing trouble, once she smells this scent, she's not afraid even if the sky falls.
Palace maids would naturally bow to officials.
Yunxi watched the palace maid's movements and was about to kneel when she saw her.
Fan Zishi felt a pang of pain in his heart and immediately reached out to stop her. "Yunxi!"
The servant boy, who was not far behind, immediately stepped forward and stuffed a large ingot of silver into the maid's hand. "Auntie, my master only had a few words with Miss Yunxi."
The palace maid glanced at Fan Zishi, nodded, and silently walked to the side.
Yunxi didn't leave, not because she wanted to hear what Fan Zishi had to say, but because he had been waiting there for a long time and clearly wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted.
"Lord Fan, please speak your mind." Yun Xi looked at Fan Zishi frankly.
Looking at Yunxi's unfamiliar and calm expression, Fan Zishi felt a lump in his throat.
Since learning that Yunxi was still alive, he had hardly slept at night, especially after learning that she had been injured in the Zhao prison and imprisoned in the palace. He rarely got a full night's sleep.
He knew her nature all too well; she was like a wildfire, absolutely unsuitable for that small, ruthless place where people were devoured without a trace.
Staring at the familiar face, he slowly said, "These past few days, I've been wanting to see you."
"Anything else?"
He had a lot to say, but it was all shattered by her calm questioning.
"Yunxi," Fan Zishi felt his throat go dry. "I didn't mean to say those hurtful things to you that day. I just... I just..."
But what is it?
It was just a subconscious slip of the tongue, because he was so angry that he spoke without thinking, because he didn't even ask about the cause and effect before convicting her and sentencing her.
Yunxi thought he had finished speaking, and looked at him indifferently, saying, "Lord Fan, I shall take my leave now."
She didn't even have the patience to bow and was about to leave.
"Yunxi, I'm sorry." Fan Zishi grabbed her arm and said with a face full of guilt, "It was my fault, please forgive me."
Yunxi turned her head and smiled slightly at him, "Lord Fan, please have some self-respect."
As she spoke, she brushed his hand away without hesitation.
Fan Zishi, nicknamed "Yunxi," stepped forward and blocked her path.
The corner of the celadon robe fluttered, disrupting the candlelight.
Yunxi frowned slightly at his persistent pestering.
Her impatient expression pierced Fan Zishi's heart.
There was a time when she had nothing to do and always liked to wait for him to finish his court session and come home in his courtyard.
Sometimes it was so late that she would even fall asleep on the soft couch, and she never showed him the slightest impatience.
The memory was so vivid that she could still clearly see the smile in his eyes when he returned home.
The more this is the case, the more hurtful it becomes.
Young Lord Fan had to clench his fist and try his best to calm Xi Sizhong as he said, "Yunxi, I have something to say to you."
Yunxi looked up at him and said calmly, "Lord Fan, given our current relationship, I don't think there's anything else we need to waste time saying."
“I know that the matter is in the past, and saying anything now would only be a case of locking the barn door after the horse has bolted. But I still want to tell you that Yunxi, I have always regarded you as my family, and that has never changed.”
Yunxi said, "Thank you, but I don't need it."
Decisive and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
Even though Fan Zishi had long anticipated Yunxi's attitude, he still couldn't help feeling disappointed and upset when he actually saw her attitude.
But he also knew that his time was running out.
He forcefully suppressed his surging emotions and looked at her, saying, "Yunxi, give your brother some more time. Your brother will definitely find a way to get you out."
Yunxi glanced at Fan Zishi.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to correct his form of address.
As if knowing what she was going to say, Fan Zishi immediately said, "I know you hate the palace, but can you be more careful in the future? This place involves too many interests, and too many eyes are watching and guarding against it."
He earnestly advised him.
Even though he had a thousand worries, he was about to leave the capital.
By then, the mountains will be high and the roads will be long, making it impossible to reach them.
"Lord Fan, thank you for your concern." Yunxi said, and then turned to leave again.
"Yunxi, whether you forgive me or not, all I want is for you to live well."
Yunxi kept walking, as if she couldn't be bothered to listen to another word.
As resolute as a rock.
Just like when I chose to fall off a cliff, I will never look back.
Watching her retreating figure, Fan Zishi felt his eyes well up with tears.
He suddenly spoke up, asking, "Back then, if I had stood behind you, you wouldn't have been so disappointed, would you?"
Yunxi paused slightly.
The regrets accumulated over countless nights erupted like magma.
"If I hadn't said those words back then, if..." He couldn't control his steps and walked to Yunxi's side. As if afraid that she would leave recklessly again as before, he gripped her wrist tightly and asked, "Wouldn't you have been so disappointed that you did something to hurt yourself like that?"
Thin, wispy clouds hung in the sky.
Even the moonlight was tinged with a white, frosty hue.
Yunxi slowly turned around.
The autumn wind swept through their bodies.
The ram's horn palace lantern swayed gently as it was turned.
“Yunxi, tell me!” Meeting her cold eyes, Fan Zishi couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her wrist.
“Lord Fan.” Yunxi stared at him, her eyes crinkling.
A deep shadow fell from her thick eyelashes, making it impossible to discern her expression.
"I haven't forgotten what I said when I left the Jiangyuan Marquis's residence. I said it..."
"Yunxi, stop talking," Fan Zishi suddenly said, interrupting her.
He hated hearing those words.
Like a sharp blade, it could easily sever the only connection between him and her.
Even if the bond is so fragile that it is on the verge of collapse, even if he is holding the torch against the wind, he will hold it firmly in his hands and do everything he can to restore it to its original state.
He never wanted to go back to those nights when she died.
"You were just saying that in anger; I've long forgotten it. Once your brother, always your brother."
His emotions were in turmoil, and he unconsciously gripped her hand tightly.
A deep red mark was left on her porcelain-white skin.
Yunxi was too lazy to argue, and simply asked, "Lord Fan, have you finished speaking?"
"Yunxi." Her calm demeanor weighed heavily on him, leaving him speechless. "Then let go." Releasing her hand from his wrist, Yunxi strode towards the Fengtian Hall.
We were greeted by the soft, melodious sounds of string and wind instruments.
He never looked back even once.
Inside the Fengtian Hall, the bronze crane-shaped incense burner emitted wisps of agarwood fragrance, which mingled with the sweet aroma of newly picked osmanthus blossoms in front of the steps.
Inside the palace, twenty-four musicians from the Imperial Music Bureau knelt behind the dragon-shaped pillars, their fingertips playing the "Rainbow Feather Garment Dance," a melody infused with the fragrance of wine, which drifted over the scattered jade mats on the brocade carpet.
Xiao Shenjing glanced at the group of palace maids serving him, frowned, and asked Fu Shun beside him, "Why hasn't Yunxi been brought yet?"
Fu Shun immediately said he would look for it.
It was at this moment that Yunxi was brought in by a palace maid.
She glanced quickly across the entire hall, her gaze lingering on Xiao Shenjing without pausing. Her eyes swept over the high-ranking officials in crimson robes and the concubines with cloud-like hair sitting in two rows below the steps. When she saw the graceful waist of the dancing woman in the main hall, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but be attracted by her beautiful and graceful dance.
Xiao Shenjing leaned back on the sandalwood dragon-patterned throne, stroking the Ru kiln sky-blue glazed wine cup. He watched her every move clearly. After all, which of the palace maids serving there did not know that it was strictly forbidden to look directly at the emperor and important officials? Only she was craning her neck to watch the show, making her particularly conspicuous.
They are ignorant of rules and have no sense of propriety.
Did you think you invited her just to join in the fun?
"Bring her to me," Xiao Shenjing instructed Fu Shun behind him.
"Miss Yunxi, His Majesty summons you to serve him." Yunxi was thus led by Fushun to the imperial desk.
Yunxi didn't want anything unexpected to happen during such a celebration.
Therefore, the past tense has already switched to Zi Shu's appearance without any difficulty.
With her thick eyelashes and head drooping, she stood beside the imperial desk.
They seem very well-behaved and honest.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Shenjing smiled and said, "Come here and pour me some wine."
A strong woman can bend and stretch.
Although Yunxi had been trained by her godmother for two years and had learned to be a proper woman, it was clear that Hongxiuzhao did not require women to kneel and serve others.
So, she walked over, bent down, and picked up the pot.
Xiao Shenjing pressed down on the wine pot.
Her slender fingers resembled a piece of mutton-fat jade frozen in the snow water of Kunlun, with her pale pink nail beds piercing through the thin frost.
Hands that have been pampered and spoiled.
Yunxi looked up and glared at Xiao Shenjing with displeasure.
Realizing her expression was off, she immediately lowered her head, revealing a small section of her neck.
Every subtle expression on her face did not escape Xiao Shenjing's eyes.
Despite being rebellious by nature, he tries hard to appear obedient and sensible, but he always ends up accidentally showing his fangs.
It makes you want to expose her pretentious act and see her get angry and embarrassed.
He released his grip and deliberately said, "Do you know that I must kneel to serve wine, and the wine pot must not be higher than the imperial table?"
Yunxi nodded in agreement and knelt down without thinking to accept the wine pot.
She had no money to burn, so she simply considered it an act of compassion to offer incense to Xiao Shenjing.
Xiao Shenjing glanced at her unexpectedly.
Yunxi had already picked up her wine glass and started pouring the wine.
She enjoys both drinking and brewing wine; this wine smells like a ten-year-old aged Jinhua wine.
Resisting the urge to take a sip, she filled the cup to the brim.
After all, she always drinks a full glass.
As a result, when it was served to Xiao Shenjing, the man said indifferently, "Too full."
Yunxi could only reluctantly pour out the wine, then poured out most of it.
"Too little." Xiao Shenjing.
Yunxi gripped the wine cup tightly, wishing she could splash the wine onto Xiao Shenjing's face.
Staring at the back of her hand where the veins were slightly bulging, Xiao Shenjing said to Fu Shun behind him, "Remember this well, punish her every time she makes a mistake."
As for what punishment to impose, Xiao Shenjing did not say.
Anyway, he hadn't thought it through himself.
Yunxi took a deep breath and glanced at how the palace maids below the stage were pouring wine for the concubines.
This time, the amount of wine poured was just right.
As she placed the wine cup on the imperial table in front of Xiao Shenjing, a small section of her sleeve slipped down, revealing a red mark on her wrist.
Yunxi's skin was already fair, which made the red mark stand out even more, and it was immediately noticed by Xiao Shenjing.
The fingerprints were obvious, clearly indicating that the hand had been squeezed forcefully.
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the main hall below the stage.
His gaze swept over everyone who knew Yunxi, finally settling on Fan Zishi.
He remembered that Fan Zishi's seat was empty before Yunxi came in.
Princess Yong'an, sitting close to Xiao Shenjing, was the first to see Yunxi, who was next to him.
These days, no matter what she tried, Xiao Shenjing wouldn't let her see Yunxi. He even used his male concubines to pressure her. She was worried but felt helpless.
She was especially anxious when she heard that she had injured the Empress.
Everyone knows how protective Xiao Shenjing is of Cen Yuwei; if anything happens to her, Yunxi will definitely suffer the consequences.
Yunxi, on the other hand, was the type to fight to the death, so it was a direct confrontation.
But Xiao Shenjing is now the emperor who rules over all directions, and to be his enemy is undoubtedly to seek one's own death.
Or rather, the kind where no remains were ever found.
Now that Yunxi is safe and sound, my worries have been completely put to rest.
Besides her, Lu Xiuran, who was diagonally opposite her, also felt relieved.
He noticed Yunxi as soon as she appeared next to Xiao Shenjing.
It was four years later that I saw someone who had already passed away.
For a moment, it felt both familiar and strange, and I was suddenly struck by a sense of realization.
Fan Zishi, who was in the lower position, also frequently glanced at the throne.
Sitting alone on the imperial platform, Xiao Shenjing could easily take in the expressions of everyone present.
Yunxi remained indifferent to the gazes fixed on her.
I just want to leave quickly and go back to sleep.
The singing and dancing gradually subsided offstage.
At this moment, Fu Shun bowed and whispered, "Your Majesty, the hairy crabs have been steamed and brought over."
"My beloved ministers," the young emperor said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials below, "I hereby bestow upon you these Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, a tribute from Jiangnan, to share in your joy."
Upon hearing this, the officials in the hall bowed in gratitude. Xiao Shenjing glanced discreetly at Fan Zishi, whose gaze was fixed on Yun Xi, before turning his attention to the others. "My dear ministers, there is no need for formalities. Today, the emperor and his subjects are enjoying themselves together. Please eat as much as you like."
As soon as the words were spoken, a palace maid brought out steaming hot crabs.
Wang Ruzhen, the Minister of Revenue, stepped forward and respectfully accepted the gold-rimmed porcelain plate handed to him by a palace maid. On the plate was a large, bright orange-red hairy crab, emitting an enticing aroma. He said loudly, "I have heard that crabs have round navels in September and pointed navels in October; this is the time when crab roe is at its fullest. Your Majesty's bestowal of this delicacy is truly a blessing for us."
Xiao Shenjing nodded: "Minister Wang is knowledgeable. Someone, bring Lord Wang another one."
Wang Ruzhen was flattered and immediately kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness!"
He took the second crab and began to disassemble it with elegant movements, not caring that the crab roe stuck to his fingertips, and ate it with relish.
Minister of Rites Xue Qingping carefully savored a bite of the crab roe, then stood up respectfully and said, "This crab has a thin shell and thick meat, its roe as golden as gold and its paste as jade-like as jade. It is sweet and refreshing upon first bite, truly a top-grade crab. What's even more remarkable is that it traveled a thousand miles from Jiangnan to the capital, yet remained as fresh as ever. This truly demonstrates His Majesty's benevolence, moving even heaven and earth."
Xiao Shenjing smiled and said, "What a magnificent display that even heaven and earth are moved by! Minister Xue not only knows how to eat, but also how to speak. Guards, bring Minister Xue a pot of imperial wine!"
Seeing this, the ministers followed suit, and for a time the atmosphere among the ministers became harmonious and peaceful.
Yunxi yawned with her head down.
She was exhausted after a long day and all she wanted to do was sleep.
Seeing that Xiao Shenjing was in a good mood and had no time to pay attention to her, she bowed and quietly retreated step by step.
Before they had taken more than a few steps, they heard Xiao Shenjing's voice from behind them, "Where are you going?"
"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes." Yunxi paused, looked up, and said sincerely.
Xiao Shenjing stared at her and raised an eyebrow.
It was as if they were doubting the veracity of what she said.
Yunxi ignored him and strode away.
She was determined not to come back, lest Xiao Shenjing come up with some other troublesome ideas.
Just as Xiao Shenjing was about to order someone to keep her there, some court officials spoke up below the stage, so he had to look away.
The concubines below the stage had already seen everything.
Especially Cen Yuwei, who was sitting closest to Xiao Shenjing.
She was twisting her handkerchief absentmindedly, clearly preoccupied.
After the emperor and his ministers enjoyed themselves together, there were performances and artistic displays.
After Xiao Shenjing finished drinking his wine, he discovered that the young Hanlin Academy scholar Lu Xiuran was no longer in his position.
Xiao Shenjing put down his wine cup, and the nine-branched candle tree, gilded and inlaid with silver, cast flickering shadows in the young emperor's eyes.
Yunxi had just stepped out of the main hall and had only taken a few steps when she heard someone calling her name from behind.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, yet it was from far away.
So, she instinctively stopped and turned around.
The moonlight, like a torn piece of silk, clung to the roof ornaments of the winding corridor, casting a slender figure that flickered between light and shadow as the palace lanterns swayed.
Lu Xiuran.
Yunxi was stunned when she saw this handsome face.
After realizing what was happening, she bowed to him without changing her expression and greeted him as an ordinary palace maid would greet an official, saying "Lord Lu".
She was so distant and indifferent that it was as if she didn't know him at all.
Lu Xiuran couldn't help but step forward. "Miss Yunxi, I have something I want to say to you."
“But I have nothing to say to Lord Lu.” Yunxi curtsied and took a step to leave.
“Miss Yunxi, I know you must despise me.” Lu Xiuran’s voice was slightly lower, but he quickly added, “I only want to know one thing: do you want to stay in the palace forever?”
These words made Yunxi pause abruptly.
It's like having your Achilles' heel pinched.
Before she could speak, a deep voice sounded behind them, "Yunxi, come back."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was as loud as a thunderclap.
The two were startled and turned around at the same time.
Xiao Shenjing was standing under the eaves not far away, the gold cloud pattern on his cuffs soaking into the shadow of the eaves.
His expression was inscrutable, yet he exuded an imposing aura without being angry.
Lu Xiuran remained calm and bowed without changing his expression.
Yunxi pouted, suppressing her resentment, and walked towards Xiao Shenjing.
If she wants to escape, she'd better not provoke this madman. As long as she doesn't bother him, he'll eventually forget she exists.
Escape will be a piece of cake.
As she passed by Lu Xiuran, she saw him look up at her.
The moonlight and palace lanterns swayed, and she seemed to see a resolute decision in his clear eyes.
Yunxi never understood Lu Xiuran.
But he clearly seems the easiest to understand.
He was like a rock in a flowing stream, unmoved by whether the surroundings were filled with sewage or clear spring water. He remained honest and upright, petitioning for the people and even paying out of his own pocket to build a college.
Yunxi remembered clearly that even when he became the top scholar in the imperial examination and rose to the highest rank in the world, he was still wearing the same sky-blue round-necked long gown he had worn when they first met.
She could understand why such an honest official kept his distance from her in the first place.
But when she occasionally glances back, she finds him standing by the roadside, looking at her with an expression she can't understand.
It is very deep, thick, and heavy.
Yunxi really had no idea what was hidden inside.
Their relationship was merely a matter of saving each other's lives; the connection could be big or small.
Xiao Shenjing stood still, waiting for Yunxi to walk to his side step by step. Only then did he slowly glance at his minister, "Minister Lu, the main event of this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet has not yet begun. You cannot be absent."
Yunxi followed behind Xiao Shenjing, naturally taking the Yuntai Gate on the north side.
This gate was designed for emperors, and the Big Dipper was painted on the door, echoing the celestial imagery of the Xuanyuan Mirror in the ceiling of the palace.
It symbolizes "the emperor having his back to the Purple Palace and ruling from the south."
Generally, only the emperor and empress could accompany each other, to demonstrate the majesty of the imperial family.
Yunxi had no idea about all these twists and turns, and she was quite impatient at the moment.
Just when she was about to leave, she was caught and brought back, so she had to put on a brave face and pretend to be nice again!
She hurried a few steps to Xiao Shenjing's side and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am clumsy and will not go to the banquet to cause trouble."
Xiao Shenjing glanced at her with an inscrutable expression. "You seem to know yourself quite well."
Yunxi sneered inwardly.
But he became even more obsequious, saying, "Your Majesty is right."
Xiao Shenjing raised an eyebrow and asked, "But why should I grant your wish?"
Yunxi took a deep breath.
Xiao Shenjing's gaze shifted downwards, and sure enough, he saw her tightly clenched fist.
He subtly curled the corners of his lips.
But then I remembered what I had just seen.
He narrowed his eyes, and a dark, gloomy look instantly settled in his phoenix eyes.
The main hall was still bustling with activity.
Yunxi originally wanted to hide in the crowd and slack off, but Xiao Shenjing called her over again to peel lychees.
Cen Yuwei looked at Yunxi, who was kneeling beside the imperial desk, and tightly gripped her handkerchief.
"Do you know that whenever lychees are presented to the emperor, palace maids use silver daggers to cut open the red shells and jade fingers to pick out the glistening flesh?" Xiao Shenjing said casually, toying with a Ru kiln celadon wine cup, as Yunxi lowered her eyebrows.
"A silver dagger?" Yunxi, who had been looking down, immediately raised her eyes.
The light in her eyes made Xiao Shenjing choke up for a moment, which was quite rare.
He knew that if he gave Yunxi a weapon like a dagger, she might do something outrageous if he angered her.
A surge of displeasure welled up inside him. He frowned, turned his head with a displeased expression, and ordered Fu Shun, "Use an ivory skewer for her."
Seeing Yunxi lower her head with a bored expression.
He deliberately added, "To peel lychees, you need to master the standards of 'the flesh doesn't stick to your fingers' and 'the juice doesn't overflow the plate,' and the peeled flesh must maintain its intact shape."
Yunxi turned her head and looked over again, her face full of disbelief.
Xiao Shenjing smiled slightly, "If the fruit is damaged or the juice stains the imperial desk during the peeling process, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"
Yunxi cursed the extravagant and greedy emperor in her heart, but nodded obediently on the surface, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The more submissive she was, the more Xiao Shenjing knew she was cursing him in her heart.
"As for the punishment," Xiao Shenjing sneered, "slapping someone and deducting their salary are minor matters. In the previous dynasty, a palace maid was punished by having to carry a bell for three days and nights because lychee juice splashed on the dragon's robe."
He glanced slowly at Yunxi and said, "You should know how to lift the bell."
Yunxi couldn't take it anymore and stuffed a half-peeled lychee into Xiao Shenjing's mouth. "Eat it, you talk too much nonsense."
Xiao Shenjing.
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