Yin Ci Guang didn't walk too far and just stood under the corridor.

It was getting late and snow was falling outside. The snowflakes were reflected in warm colors as they passed through the flickering lanterns in the corridor.

He gathered his cloak and stared at the lantern in a daze.

The cold wind blew fine snow against my face, but the stuffy feeling had not dissipated. Instead, it became stronger and stronger, even my cheeks turned red, and a certain desire was about to burst out.

Yin Ci Guang used the back of his hand to cool his cheeks, only to feel that his body was feeling abnormally hot.

He took his own pulse, which was fast and chaotic. He frowned and thought, and suddenly realized something. His flushed face turned pale, and he hurriedly tugged at his skirt, wanting to return to the hall to look for the maid.

However, before he could take a step forward, a hand covered his mouth from behind and dragged him back. The opponent was much taller and stronger than him, and had great strength. Yin Ciguang had no time to resist and was dragged into a room in the back hall.

Yin Ci Guang struggled and turned his head to look at the open door. He let out a muffled cry for help, but he only saw a pair of hands reaching out from the side and closing the open door.

His eyes darkened, and he realized that this was a setup against him.

The identity of the person behind him is not difficult to guess.

Perhaps knowing that it was hopeless to ask for help, his struggles gradually weakened, his body trembled slightly, his long eyelashes trembled constantly, and wet drops of water rolled down.

The rolling hot tears fell on the back of Mubal's hand, making his heart warm.

When the beauty cries, she becomes more charming.

Mubal loosened his grip a little, so as not to hurt the delicate beauty: "Don't be afraid, Princess. I will be gentler later. I guarantee that you will feel extremely happy..."

He lowered his head and sniffed Yin Ci Guang's neck, while his other free hand began to untie the laces of his clothes.

Yin Ciguang trembled slightly, as if extremely frightened, like a willow branch rustling in the wind, the weaker it is, the more it invites people to pick it.

Mubal seemed to like the look of him being afraid but not daring to resist, so his hands were not in a hurry and he even deliberately slowed down his movements, wanting to appreciate his delicate and weak look.

Yin Ci Guang lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness in them.

The hidden hand touched the silver needle at the waist and clenched it tightly.

Just when Mubal was about to untie his outer garment, he suddenly twisted his body with great effort and stabbed the silver needle into Mubal's neck.

Mubar felt a pain in his throat and subconsciously loosened his grip. Yin Ciguang took the opportunity to break free from his shackles, snatched the teapot from the table and smashed it heavily on his head.

Mubar had just pulled out the silver needle from his throat when he was hit in the face again. Bright red blood flowed down his forehead, blurring his vision.

But he was a martial artist after all, and he was strong and sturdy, so he didn't fall down immediately. Instead, he wiped his face and approached Yin Ciguang with a sly expression: "You bitch, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine."

Yin Ci Guang stepped back, the panic he pretended to have on his face disappeared, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

He took several steps back, his back resting on the candlestick that had fallen to the ground.

The drug in his body had taken effect. He was feeling dizzy and sometimes lucid and sometimes fuzzy. His body was also beginning to react violently. If he hadn't been wearing thick clothes in winter, he would have been exposed long ago.

He put his hands behind his back, tightly grasping the fallen candlestick, and watched Mubar approach.

Must be successful in one shot.

He calculated the distance in his mind, and just when Mubal reached out to grab him, he suddenly picked up the candle on the candlestick and threw it towards Mubal's face.

The candle was as thick as an arm. Due to burning for a long time, the wick was sunken, low in the middle and high around, and there was boiling wax inside.

Mubal instinctively raised his hands to protect his face. At the moment when the hot wax splashed on his hands, Yin Ciguang seized the opportunity, gritted his teeth, lifted up the candlestick, and smashed it down at Mubal.

The candlestick is made of cast copper and is extremely heavy.

When the weapon hit his head, Mubal felt dizzy and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

He was not completely unconscious, and with his eyes half closed, he saw Yin Ci Guang approaching him.

During the fight just now, Yin Ci Guang's outer garment fell to the ground. Mubal saw him staggering towards him, bending down to pick up the outer garment on the ground and putting it back on. He then carefully tidied up his clothes before lifting the candlestick on the ground again.

There was a gloom in Yin Ci Guang's eyes. He held the bronze candlestick in his hand. As long as he aimed it at Mubal's head and hit it again, he would die.

However, he stared at Mubar for a long time and did not take any action.

Can't kill him.

Muttering this in his mind, Yin Ci Guang loosened his grip, and the candlestick fell heavily on Mubal. He picked up the silver needle that had fallen on the ground, then staggered out through the door.

The howling cold wind outside sobered up his drowsy mind, but the effects of the medicine in his body had not yet dissipated. Yin Ciguang did not dare to return to the main hall and could only walk towards the rockery not far away...

The female official who had been watching the side hall saw him come out alone with his clothes intact, and knew that the matter had not been accomplished. She cursed Mubar as a piece of trash in her heart and winked at the gray-robed eunuch who was accompanying him: "Follow him, I'll go over and take a look."

The eunuch in gray followed Yin Ci Guang silently, while the female official went to take a look in the side hall.

Seeing Mubal's head and face covered in blood, unconscious on the ground, she couldn't help but curse him angrily, moved the candlestick away with great effort, and pinched his nose again.

A full quarter of an hour passed before Mubal woke up. The burning pain in his head made him gasp for air.

The female official looked at his ferocious appearance and recalled her own queen's arrangements. She couldn't help but ask, "The queen took so much trouble to arrange everything, but how could the little prince not be able to control a weak and sick woman? How could he let someone hurt him like this?"

His head still ached, and Mubal sat on the ground with a gloomy face.

Recalling the time when she lifted a bronze candlestick and threw it at her, she gritted her teeth and said, "How does he look like a weak woman?!"

When he said this, he seemed to remember something, was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly showed some doubt.

"Is Yin Ci Guang really a woman?" He looked at the female official suspiciously.

He suddenly remembered that during the fight just now, Yin Ci Guang felt like there was something foreign in her lower abdomen, which lifted up her aqua blue pleated skirt.

As a normal man, he has naturally seen such scenes many times, but when this scene happens to a woman, it is hard to explain no matter how you put it.

He has slept with countless women and has seen yin and yang people before.

Some yin-yang people are born with the appearance of women, but they also have men's sexual organs.

The female official was stunned by what he said: "What do you mean, little prince?"

Mubal didn't explain much, just laughed sinisterly and said in a sinister tone: "I'm afraid your princess is a sinister person."

The female official frowned upon hearing this, not knowing why Mubar suddenly said that.

But Mubar was unwilling to say more, and she could not get any more information. After seeing that Mubar was not in serious trouble, she left in a hurry and went to report to Concubine Wen.

Yin Ci Guang hid in the cave of the Wu Garden rockery.

He sat down with great effort, leaning against the rockery wall, breathing heavily. The medicinal properties in his body had not yet dissipated, and his body was like a piece of red-hot iron, constantly being burned and radiating heat.

He fumbled for a handful of snow and put it in his mouth. The chill that rushed straight to his head offset some of the heat and finally made him regain some clarity.

Yin Ci Guang bit her lip and reached her hand down.

…

After staying in the rockery cave for half an hour, Yin Ci Guang released most of the medicinal properties in his body, and his extremely excited body began to weaken.

The discomfort that had been suppressed by the medicine came rushing back. Waves of coldness spread from his back to his limbs. Yin Ciguang covered his mouth and coughed heavily several times. He used snow to clean up all traces, and carefully tidied up his messy clothes before leaving the fake cave.

The gray-robed eunuch who had been following him from a distance finally waited for him to come out, then quietly went around to the rockery cave to check, but found nothing.

Seeing that Yin Ci Guang was walking away, he felt it was inconvenient to stay any longer, so he left the fake cave and followed him.

Before Yin Ci Guang returned to the main hall, he ran into the maid who was looking for him because she saw that he had not returned for a long time.

He covered his lips and coughed twice, then called her.

The maid finally found the man and hurried forward, but she was shocked to see that he was pale and his lips were blue. "Princess..."

"Nothing." Yin Ciguang raised his hand to stop her from speaking, suppressing all the fear and shame, and his face remained gentle: "I just forgot the time while admiring the snow, and was blown by the wind for a while longer."

The maid said nothing more and followed him back.

They returned home a little late today. Just as Yin Ci Guang walked around the screen wall, he saw Rong Fei standing in the corridor, looking out with a lantern in her hand.

Because of their meritorious service in curing plague, Emperor Longfeng allowed them to accompany him on the winter hunt. But Rong Fei was old and no longer wanted to compete for favors. She was not favored by Emperor Longfeng and was not even eligible to attend the banquet tonight.

Yin Ci Guang was going to the banquet, and she was worried, so she could only wait.

Now that they had finally returned, Rong Fei ignored the snow outside and came forward with a lantern in hand: "I heard that the Crown Prince won the first prize in the winter hunt, so does that mean you don't have to marry into the Wala clan?"

After she finished speaking, she noticed Yin Ciguang's pale complexion, and the smile on Rong Fei's face faded: "But something went wrong?"

Yin Ci Guang suppressed the urge to cough and said with a smile, "No, don't worry, mother. The marriage will not be successful. I was in a good mood today and drank a few more glasses of wine. There was a cool breeze when I came back. I will be fine after a night's rest."

After hearing what he said, Concubine Rong smiled again and went into the house with him.

The eunuch in gray saw the man enter the yard, and when he could not find anything else, he turned back to report.

Concubine Wen had heard from the court lady what happened in the side hall, and was filled with doubts. Seeing him come back, she hurriedly asked, "Did you find anything?"

The gray-robed eunuch shook his head and said, "The eldest princess did nothing. She just stayed in the rockery cave in Wu Garden for half an hour and then went back."

Concubine Wen frowned in confusion, with some vague thoughts in her mind, but she could never grasp them: "Why did he stay in the fake cave for so long?"

"I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't dare get too close. There was something blocking the view, so I couldn't see clearly."

As Concubine Wen listened, she became even more suspicious.

After sending the gray-robed eunuch away, Concubine Wen confirmed with the female official again, "Did Mubar really say that Yin Ciguang was a Yin-Yang person?"

"Yes." The lady-in-waiting nodded: "The little prince said it himself, so it can't be wrong."

Yin Yang Man...

Concubine Wen slowly stroked the armor on her finger, trying hard to recall everything about Yin Ciguang over the years.

She was much taller than an average woman, and it was almost Double Ten, but she still hadn't found a husband...

In addition to what happened today, Concubine Wen's eyes flashed with surprise, and she said to the female official: "Send a few more people to keep an eye on it and confirm it as soon as possible."

If she really was a yin-yang person, it would be fine. But if it was another possibility... Thinking of her first child who had never been born, Concubine Wen's eyes flashed with hatred. She would never let this mother and child have an easy life!

At lunch the next day, the number of prey caught by Danxi Winter Hunt was counted.

Yin Chengyu hunted one wolf king, forty-three prairie wolves, twenty-six red deer, and many other prey, making him the undisputed leader.

Among the remaining people, Mubal ranked second and Princess Wuzhu ranked third.

Emperor Longfeng was very pleased and gave out rewards according to the rankings. Even those noble children who were there just to make up the numbers received a lot of rewards.

The officials of Dayan were in high spirits, but the mood among the Tatars and the Oirat was not so good.

Ahharu had a sullen face. Although Princess Wuzhu sat next to him, they were very distant from each other. The other Tatar envoys did not even dare to speak.

Meanwhile, Prince Mubar had a gauze wrapped around his head. It was said that he had drunk too much yesterday and bumped into a pillar, causing serious injuries. He now had a gloomy face, staring at the empty seat, wondering what he was thinking.

Yin Chengyu looked at the Tatar and Oirat envoys who looked suspicious, and raised his glass to greet them from a distance. His expression was gentle and polite, but the words he said were not so pleasant: "Now that the rankings have been determined, the bet we made at the beginning should also take effect, right?"

If Dayan wins the championship, Oirat and Tatar must each pay tribute of ten thousand war horses.

Ten thousand war horses is not a small number. Even for the Tatars and Oirat, who were rich in war horses, giving away so many war horses for nothing would be painful for a long time.

What's more, the war horses sent out will enhance the strength of the Great Yan army.

Ahharu looked at Emperor Longfeng and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, it will take some time to collect war horses. Why not exchange them for--"

"Grand Master, are you regretting and want to break the promise?" Yin Chengyu interrupted him before he could finish. He had a smile on his face, but his words were not polite.

Ahlu stared at him for a long while before he spoke word by word: "Of course not."

Yin Chengyu pretended to be relieved and said with a smile: "That's good. It seems that I have been judging others by my own standards. I don't think the Grand Master would do such a thing as going back on his word."

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