There is no wind in Yu'an. The wind calms down here, turning into sighs and dissipating in the rain and fog.
Without wind, the clouds that squeeze out the rain cannot be blown away.
The drizzle mixed with the fog accumulated more and more here, becoming thicker and thicker, until it swallowed everything into nothingness.
Since ancient times, people who love to tend flowers and plants are willing to settle in Yu'an. Countless seeds of rare and exotic plants have taken root here. Even the most delicate flowers and the softest orchids can be gently treated by the water and soil here.
When they wake up in the morning, flower lovers will sit in the yard and brew a pot of fresh tea, smelling the fragrance of the tea while listening to the sound of water droplets condensed from mist falling on the tips of leaves.
If there is a yard without flowers, it is definitely not Yu'an's yard.
But this yard right now is exactly like this.
There is not a single flower, tree, rockery or landscape here, only ubiquitous stones and an endless sea of bamboo.
Xiao Nanhui knew why.
Stones crushed beneath his feet, and the rough bamboo leaves rustled. Even the smallest movement and the slightest disturbance could not escape the ears of the top archers.
Xiao Nan looked back at the bare, empty courtyard, wondering where the legendary Black Feather Guards were hiding, and whether they were leisurely watching her and the emperor at this moment, intending to do so all night.
She stood in front of the ancient stone wall, the candlelight in the corridor cast her shadow on the bead curtain with mandala branches, which did not feel real.
She still couldn't accept the fact that she had actually entered this yard.
She only remembered that the two of them were deadlocked at the gate of the courtyard, and then the other party said something high-sounding like it was late at night, each courtyard had restrictions, it was easy to go out but difficult to go back. Before she could give a convincing rebuttal, she was led into the gate by the other party.
Her hands could pull the hands of a plowing ox, two warlike horses, and three or five armored warriors, but he just gently pulled her and took her wherever she wanted, without her having any control.
She was unwilling to admit her submissiveness and tried hard to convince herself that her legs were just hurting so much that she didn't want to climb over the wall again.
But now, standing in front of the room where he slept, she felt that she should go back and climb over the wall.
"How long are you going to stand there?"
She looked up in a daze and met his somewhat dissatisfied eyes.
Then, I felt a pulling force on my hand.
With just a gentle tug, she took a step forward and entered the room.
There was no one in the room, neither Ding Weixiang nor Cui Xingyao.
Xiao Nanhui breathed a sigh of relief.
It is now late spring, and if there is no wind at night, even a thick quilt cannot cover it. However, this room has a hint of gloomy air, probably because the stone walls have absorbed too much cold and damp air that cannot be eliminated.
The light from the mandala-shaped lanterns was dim and ambiguous, like a night-shining pearl in the Dragon Palace, illuminating only the copper charcoal basins burning in the four corners. It gave the impression that the room stretched infinitely into the darkness. The heat from the basins alternated with the damp, cold air surrounding them, creating a sense of inexplicable restlessness.
Xiao Nanhui's thin-soled soft shoes were soaked through from his earlier walk outside, and his clothes were half damp and half dry from the drizzle. He hadn't felt anything before, but now that the temperature had risen, he felt a damp, uncomfortable sensation all over his body, and he wanted to take them off immediately.
She thought so, and so did the owner of the house.
While she was stunned, the man had taken off his shoes and boots, untied his belt, loosened his outer clothes, let down his long hair, and blew out the two largest palace lanterns in one breath.
Xiao Nanhui was shocked.
"Your Majesty..." She stammered, "Didn't we agree on this? I just want to change my boots..."
"What boots?"
The other party lost his memory.
"Just wet boots."
"Hmm?" He hummed softly, stretching it out meaningfully. "I think you got more than just a pair of wet boots."
Why does this sound a bit rogue?
If your shoes are wet, you can change into another pair, but if your clothes are wet, do you have to change them here?
Her toes curled up unconsciously, splashing a puddle of water on the soles of her shoes. She raised her eyes timidly and looked at the figure behind the bead curtain.
In the dim light, his usually dull face suddenly became vivid. He sat in front of the overly spacious bed and waved lazily at her.
"Come closer."
Xiao Nanhui didn't move, but he swallowed unconsciously.
She felt like a poor scholar who had stumbled into a weird novel, now facing a monster in human form, and experiencing a struggle between reason and desire in her heart.
Seeing that she was unmoved, the "monster" suddenly stood up from the bed and walked towards her.
This really made Xiao Nanhui feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
What kind of monster is this that can cultivate the temperament of half demon and half immortal?
With his hair down and his crown off, he looked much younger than usual. He wore his plain, unadorned silk and linen undershirt and walked barefoot towards her, like a young herb-gathering youth deep in the mountains and clouds. He usually looked distant and carefree, but at the mere mention of a human voice, his eyes lit up with a fiery light.
The black jade bead curtain was lifted, making a slight knocking sound.
She moved on her heels, trying to get away from the man who made her heart waver.
But before she could leave a few wet footprints on the ground, he was already in front of her.
"So you don't want to go there by yourself?"
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