Xue Shu had just walked to the door when he heard another voice from behind him: "Wait, come back."

He felt the blood in his body boiling instantly. When he turned around abruptly, there was only that person left in his dark eyes, and he could no longer see anyone else.

“Your Highness…”

His voice was a little hoarse due to the rush of blood, and was extremely low due to disbelief. He looked like a beast ready to pounce on its prey at any time, with sharp eyes, tense body, and an indescribable danger.

If Yin Chengyu was sober, he would be able to tell at a glance that he was aroused and lustful.

But Yin Chengyu was drunk at this time.

He sat on the couch, leaning his body diagonally against the bedpost. His outer garment was open because of the tossing and turning just now, and his red inner garment was also wrinkled. The collar was slightly loose, revealing his jade-white neck skin. His Adam's apple rolled as he muttered, as if a red plum blossom was blooming and burning in the snow, burning all the way to Xue Shu's eyes.

He walked up to Yin Chengyu step by step and looked down at him.

Although his back was still straight and his posture was still respectful, his lowered black eyes could be seen as if a rainstorm was coming.

He called out again, full of trepidation and his own unclear expectations: "Your Highness..."

The man leaning against the head of the bed hummed softly, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and then raised his face: "I have a headache, help me go to bed first before leaving."

The tone was matter-of-fact, just like her usual reserved and cold tone, but because of the hoarse voice, it brought out a hint of ambiguity and charm.

He sat up straight, stretched out his arms, raised his chin slightly, and could not see anyone in his drunken eyes, but he looked extremely dignified.

But Xue Shu was filled with restlessness, his eyes fixed on him without blinking, and he just wanted to mold this noble man into something else.

A kind of violent and destructive desire was aroused, but was restrained by reason, trapped in an abysmal prison, and let out an unwilling roar.

He leaned forward slightly, his temples bulging slightly from being too tense, his Adam's apple moving several times before he managed to speak with difficulty: "Your Highness, I will wait for you to rest."

As he spoke, he untied Yin Chengyu's clothes, loosened her hair, and took off her shoes and socks, leaving only her jade-white undershirt.

Yin Chengyu was already very sleepy at this time. He mumbled "Give me a massage" and lay down with his eyes closed.

He had always been a man who valued etiquette, and even his sleeping posture was impeccable. When he lay there quietly, he looked like a jade figure carved out by a craftsman with great effort, making people dare not desecrate him, but also wanting to destroy him.

Xue Shu sat down beside the couch, and with great restraint, he stretched out his hand and pushed his black hair aside for him. Yin Chengyu's hair was completely different from him, and was incredibly soft.

The smooth black silk passed through his fingertips. Xue Shu subconsciously tightened it, and after a moment, he let go. His fingers fell on the other's temple, and he controlled the force and massaged it lightly and slowly.

No one knew what kind of storm was brewing in his heart at this moment, and what disrespectful thoughts were lingering in his mind.

When Zheng Duobao came over with the hangover soup, he saw that Yin Chengyu had already fallen asleep, and Xue Shu was sitting beside the couch, leaning down slightly to massage his temples.

He was lying on his side, his face divided into two halves by light and shadow. At first glance, the other half of his face hidden in the shadow looked like a hellish demon, baring its fangs and stalking in the darkness.

But he blinked again, and the illusion disappeared. Xue Shu turned around and said in a low voice, "Your Highness is asleep."

Zheng Duobao pressed his chest and thought that he was really getting old and his eyesight was starting to become blurry.

He stepped forward with gentle movements and said softly, "Supervisor Xue has been out with His Highness today, and I'm afraid he must be tired. He should go back and rest early, and leave this to us."

Xue Shu's eyes suddenly pierced towards him, and when Zheng Duobao approached, he let down the bed curtain: "Your Highness has been complaining of a headache just now, and he finally fell asleep. We should not disturb him anymore."

When Zheng Duobao heard that, he agreed, so he left only one lamp on, took the hangover soup and went out with Xue Shu.

Xue Shu returned to his room.

He sat down by the window, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, put it to his nose and sniffed.

He had washed the handkerchief, and the stains on it were gone, but there was still a faint scent of winter plum blossoms, the same scent as Yin Chengyu's body.

Xue Shu rubbed the handkerchief inch by inch with his rough fingertips. He sat quietly by the window, letting the cold dew wet his clothes.

He didn't know how long he sat there before he moved his stiff limbs and lay down on the couch. The handkerchief was placed under his pillow. Even his dreams were filled with the faint fragrance of winter plum blossoms.

Perhaps what you think about during the day you dream about at night.

That night, Xue Shu dreamed of Yin Chengyu.

The prince, who was dressed in a golden and precious robe, was only wearing a bright yellow middle-length robe with the collar open, and was held in his arms.

But he himself was wearing a scarlet court robe that was not a single bit messy.

He bent his head and plucked the red and yellow flowers intertwined. The person in his arms closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes wet, and his slender white fingers grasped his sleeves tightly, and the back of his hand burst out with green meridians.

He reached for the back of his hand, slowly pried open his clenched fingers, and intertwined their fingers.

…

His heart was filled with surging emotions. When Xue Shu woke up, his body still retained the excitement and trembling of being in control of everything.

It is said that a dream is like a yellow millet, and one will forget what happened in the dream when he wakes up, but Xue Shu remembered it clearly.

When he closed his eyes, he could even clearly recall the tiny arc of the other person's eyelashes trembling.

He was fascinated by the feeling of controlling the other person and taking everything he wanted, especially since that person was a god he should not blaspheme.

Xue Shu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.

But he couldn't ignore the crazy roaring voice in his heart. After a long while, he took out the handkerchief under the pillow and went to the bathroom.

When Yin Chengyu woke up, it was already the end of the Si hour.

He sat up, rubbing his temples, feeling dizzy and calling Zheng Duobao to bring him some water.

Zheng Duobao served him a glass of warm water and a bowl of hangover-relieving soup before he used a wet towel to clean his face.

"Is your Highness feeling better? If you still have a headache, can you ask Supervisor Xue to give your Highness a massage?" Zheng Duobao helped him wash up while muttering, "Supervisor Xue is quite skilled in massage."

Yin Chengyu's expression froze.

It would have been better if Zheng Duobao didn't mention it, but as soon as Xue Shu was mentioned, Yin Chengyu remembered what happened last night.

He was not a weak drinker, and he was not drunk to the point of unconsciousness last night. It was just that the alcohol had aroused his emotions, and when he faced that familiar face, he could not help but confuse his past and present lives.

It was really a bit out of control.

Yin Chengyu closed his eyes and asked calmly, "Where is Xue Shu?"

"On duty outside." Zheng Duobao now has a very good impression of Xue Shu. Before, he didn't understand why His Highness wanted to keep such a young man around him, but now it seems that although Xue Shu is not very old, he is much more efficient than others.

And most importantly, he is loyal to Your Highness!

In theory, he was now an official of some degree or another. Although the rank of Xichang Qianhu was nothing, the Yumajian was a place that everyone was fighting for. These eunuchs who had been purged of their duties could not enjoy other things, so naturally they valued power and status more.

Now, His Majesty favors the eunuchs, and the Yuma Supervisor is in charge of the Four Guards and the Warriors, with a total of 20,000 soldiers. Usually, the Yuma Supervisor, the eunuch who holds the seal, wants to walk around the palace with his head held high, and Yuma Supervisor and his subordinates all look down on others.

Xue Shu was promoted to the position of Supervisor of the Yumaguan at a young age. There were only three or four officials above him, and he was also favored by the emperor. It could be said that he had a bright future.

But in front of His Highness, he was just like an ordinary eunuch and there was nothing he couldn't do.

He personally inquired about all matters concerning His Highness, and did everything himself. He felt a little ashamed of himself!

Zheng Duobao thought of Xue Shu's kindness and couldn't help but say a few more words: "I came here early in the morning to set up and change the defense. I'm afraid not even a fly can fly into this inn now. Commander Zhao told me yesterday that this job was almost snatched away by Supervisor Xue."

Yin Chengyu snorted and laughed: "Tell Zhao Lin to be at ease, and let Xue Shu do whatever he wants."

After tying up her hair and changing her clothes, Yin Chengyu went to the living room for lunch.

When I entered the door, I ran into Xue Shu.

Today he was wearing a crimson sunflower-patterned shirt with a round collar. The black-horned belt showed off his slender waist. He was not wearing a hat and his long hair was tied up. He looked tall and neat, like a sharp blade without any embellishment, piercing straight into Yin Chengyu's eyes.

Yin Chengyu glanced at him, ignored his gaze, and turned into the hall.

After lunch, Wan Youliang came to visit again and cordially invited Yin Chengyu to go for a tour of the city without mentioning the affairs of the Salt Commissioner's Office.

He didn't mention it, and Yin Chengyu didn't point it out. He nodded and agreed: "This is my first time in Tianjin. I'll take a good look at the local people's sentiments. Today I will go with Master Wan to take a look around."

Upon hearing this, Wan Youliang hurriedly led the way, smiling so much that the wrinkles on his face trembled.

But in my heart I was thinking, I have always heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is extremely wise, but now it seems that he has been praised too much, and he is just a young man who likes to eat, drink and have fun.

As long as he coaxed the person away and sent him away, couldn't he continue to be the local emperor here?

If he is transferred in the future and uses the money to find a good position, he will still have a bright future.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, left the inn, got on a sedan chair, and went to the bustling street market.

The sedan stopped on a busy street. Yin Chengyu seemed to be here for sightseeing. He would stop and study anything new he saw. Wan Youliang wanted to please him, so he bought everything he saw and sent it to his hotel.

After spending half a day like this, Yin Chengyu walked into a teahouse.

Wan Youliang wanted to ask everyone to clear the place, but Yin Chengyu stopped him: "It's more lively this way. It's better to have fun together than to have fun alone."

He had no choice but to give up, sit down below him, and ask the waiter to bring up the best tea and snacks.

Yin Chengyu listened attentively to the storyteller on the stage. The storyteller was telling a story about a talented scholar and a beautiful woman who finally got married. To him, it sounded a bit old-fashioned, but the audience in the audience was very supportive and cheers were heard from time to time.

Yin Chengyu knew what was going on, so he stopped looking and just sipped his tea leisurely.

Once his mind was free, he naturally noticed many details that he had not noticed before. Yin Chengyu glanced to the right and saw Xue Shu staring at him.

There was darkness in his eyes, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.

Yin Chengyu was almost amused by him. Xue Shu seemed to be getting bolder and bolder these days.

He frowned unhappily and called the waiter over: "Bring each of you a portion of the sweetest snacks you have."

The waiter responded, knowing that this was a distinguished guest and not daring to neglect him, and quickly brought up four plates of snacks.

There are snacks imported from other places such as jujube mud cake and cloud cake, as well as local cakes such as small twisted mahua and Tianjin eight pieces.

Yin Chengyu picked up a piece of jujube paste cake and tasted it. As expected, it was a small shop. The pastry was not very finely made and the ingredients were rough. It had a rough sweetness in the mouth. Even a sweet person like him didn't like it very much.

He smiled with satisfaction.

Putting the bitten jujube mud cake back, he pointed at the cakes and said to Xue Shu, "I don't like them, so I'll give them to you as a reward."

Xue Shu's eyebrows twitched, but his eyes fell on the bitten date mud cake.

He paused for a moment, reached out and picked up the piece of date mud cake, took a bite at the spot where Yin Chengyu had eaten, and whispered, "Thank you, Your Highness, for the gift."

Yin Chengyu didn't see the desired effect, and when he saw that he only took the piece he had eaten, his face darkened. But after all, there were outsiders around, so he couldn't get angry, so he just smiled and said, "Since you like it, just eat it all. I don't like wasting food."

Xue Shu lowered his eyes and thanked him again.

Wan Youliang, who was standing by, squinted his sparkling eyes and looked between the two of them.

But in his heart, he was thinking, this prince seemed to be very dissatisfied with the Xue Supervisor sent by the emperor. It is said that eunuchs have narrow minds, but this Xue Supervisor seemed to be a tolerant person.

Wan Youliang laughed secretly, isn't this his chance?

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