After the clothes for Shi Xiuzhu were finished, Yinreng eagerly tried them on beforehand.
The wide-sleeved robes of Hanfu were originally loose and flowing, like a hermit in the clouds.
Although it was made to Shi Xiuzhu's size, it would fit Yinreng well.
Yinreng's face looks extremely good in Hanfu.
With skin as white as jade, sword-like eyebrows as black as ink, and starry eyes like raven feathers, from his facial features to his figure, he resembled an immortal from the heavens.
However, he didn't have long hair tied up in a crown; instead, he had a shaved head and a pigtail, which, combined with the scholar's wide robe, looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.
Tong Wanyan burst into laughter, lying face down on the table, tears welling up in her eyes.
Yinreng awkwardly flicked his sleeves, his face sullen and aggrieved, and said, "Am I not good-looking?"
"You're the most handsome, Master." Tong Wanyan said, clutching her stomach, her smile tinged with tears.
Yinreng's face darkened further: "Are you mocking me? Where's the bronze mirror? Let me see for myself. Do you think I can't even wear Han Chinese clothes well?"
Tong Wanyan raised her hand and pointed in the direction for him: "Xia Zhu rearranged the cabinet, it's over there, Master, you should go and take a look yourself."
Yinreng angrily went to find a mirror. He was so handsome, how could Xiao Yan laugh at him?
When he stood in front of the mirror, which was as tall as a person, Yinreng was dumbfounded.
He fell silent, standing ramrod straight and motionless.
After a long while, he called out to Tong Wanyan with a pitiful expression, "What can I do? I am the Crown Prince of the Qing Dynasty. This rat-tail braid is a legacy from our ancestors. Hongzhao and Hongsheng will both wear it from now on!"
Tong Wanyan was stunned. Had she really upset Yinreng?
Feeling sorry for her husband, Tong Wanyan quickly got up, turned him over, and pulled him into the inner room.
“I didn’t say anything. My husband and I were born in the Qing Dynasty, so naturally we live according to the rules of the Qing Dynasty. Hanfu has its beauty, and Qipao has its merits. The important thing is that a wise ruler governs the country and the world is at peace, don’t you think?” Tong Wanyan comforted Yinreng in a soft voice.
Yinreng himself had complained about the money-tail braid on his head more than once or twice. Since she entered Yuqing Palace, she had heard it at least ten times.
It's truly sad that someone who loves beauty would be bald.
Yinreng touched his braid and looked enviously at Tong Wanyan, whose head was adorned with pearls and jade: "Xiao Yan is comforting me."
“How about I make one myself another day and try it on for you to see?” Tong Wanyan said.
Yinreng stared down at Tong Wanyan's alluring figure, his ears turning red: "You're not suitable. Let the Crown Princess wear it secretly by herself. Only her flat-chested figure would suit her."
Tong Wanyan, embarrassed and annoyed, stomped on Yinreng's foot: "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight, Your Highness? Quickly take off your clothes, I'll collect the stitches and have someone send them to the Crown Princess."
Yinreng raised an eyebrow and tossed the braid hanging in front of his chest back, saying lewdly, "Xiao Yan told me to take off my clothes, and I'll take off my horse's too. Even if it's broad daylight, I won't say a word."
Yinreng is shameless; his skin is getting thicker and thicker.
Even though he was only trying on the outer robe, with an inner garment that covered him completely underneath, he was still being spoken of in a frivolous way.
When it comes to shamelessness, Tong Wanyan can't argue with him.
So, with both hands outstretched, Tong Wanyan simply picked up Yinreng, threw him onto the bed, and used a white dragon robe embroidered with peonies to tie his shoulders and ankles.
"Your Highness, lie down and rest well. I'll come and keep you company later." Tong Wanyan reached out to check the tightness of the bindings to avoid making Yinreng uncomfortable.
Yinreng was trapped in the quilt with a big smile on his face, like a big rice dumpling.
"Is this a little game that Xiao Yan and I play? I like it very much." Knowing that Tong Wanyan didn't mean it that way, Yinreng deliberately said something mischievous.
Tong Wanyan blushed deeply, her face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.
The consequence of Yinreng's reckless words was that Tong Wanyan was so ashamed and angry that she forgot he was trapped in the quilt.
Nearly an hour later, it was remembered that the man was still unable to move in the quilt.
By the time she went over and untied the dragon hairpin, Yinreng was already asleep.
Looking closely at his sleeping face, you can see dark circles under his eyes, which clearly shows that he was very tired.
Tong Wanyan sighed, gently straightened the quilt, and lit a calming incense stick so he could get a good night's sleep.
Sometimes, life in the South Campus is a bit unruly, but that's just to make things easier for everyone.
It's too tiring to face all the rules and regulations all day long, to think three steps ahead before taking a single step, and to have to think three times before saying a word.
When Yinreng woke up, Tong Wanyan was sitting at the table by the window, the lamp wick casting a warm yellow light, and she was looking down attentively at a book.
The simple scene left Yinreng completely mesmerized.
It wasn't until Tong Wanyan turned around unintentionally and their eyes met that she realized he was awake.
"Master, you're awake? Dinner time has passed. Would you like something simple to tide you over?" Tong Wanyan hadn't eaten dinner either, only a few pastries.
Yinreng knew her temperament; when he was around, she would definitely wait for him to dine together.
"Make two bowls of noodles with minced meat sauce. It's been a while since we've had anything simple, so let's try it today," Yinreng said.
Tong Wanyan shook her head: "Master eats noodles with minced meat sauce, I want to eat wide noodles with pickled cabbage and minced meat."
"It's all noodles, the same thing." Yinreng got up and took the book from her hand, saying, "But, I suddenly have a craving for something sour, Xiaoyan, are you pregnant again?"
Yinreng was a little panicked. Hongsheng couldn't even run on the ground yet. If another son or daughter came to collect debts, he couldn't handle it.
Tong Wanyan rolled her eyes at him: "I'm just craving it. I don't want to have any more children in the next two or three years. Hongsheng almost killed me last time, and I won't recover for a while."
Yinreng held her hand in a flattering manner and said with a smile, "I think the same way. With Hongzhao and Hongsheng around, and we're still young, there's no need to rush to have a bunch of kids. Two boys can hold up the family, and Tana can be pampered, which is just right."
“Unlike my elder brother, I let my sister-in-law give birth every year without a moment’s rest. Over the years, she has four daughters, and I feel sorry for her. It’s fortunate that he went to Fuzhou, and Consort Hui was busy chanting Buddhist scriptures and didn’t have time to teach my sister-in-law. Otherwise, it would have been chaos again,” Yinreng said gossipy.
Tong Wanyan chimed in, "It won't be a complete uproar. My sister-in-law has a gentle temperament and won't argue with Consort Hui. She'll just get a headache from listening to Consort Hui say a few things."
"Not only headaches, but also heartaches. Sometimes I'm actually glad that my mother passed away early. If she were still alive, my father might not remember her so fondly. I would be working so hard and getting no praise, only suspicion, which would be even more painful." Yinreng dared to say anything to Tong Wanyan.
Tong Wanyan couldn't respond to this, but inwardly she wholeheartedly agreed.
Putting everything else aside, if Empress Hesheli were still alive, Songgotu would certainly have acted even more domineeringly than he does now. And as the Crown Prince, Yinreng couldn't spend all his time being close to Emperor Kangxi and his son.
Empress Hesheri died at the best time, leaving behind the emperor's favoritism for her family and son.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
