There was nothing to do at night, so Yu Jinshu took a bath early and sat under the lamp to read.
The book was a vernacular novel that she bought at a bookstore while shopping two days ago. The story inside was so tortuous and touching, so heartbreaking that it made Yu Jinshu cry.
Feng Yu was sitting at the table, drawing with a brush. He was painting a picture of a beauty.
But this time, he did not paint a fictional beauty, but Yu Jinshu who was sitting in the house reading a storybook by lamplight.
Feng Yu looked at Yu Jinshu at this moment. He usually always looked arrogant, but at this moment, he was flipping through the pages, wiping away tears as he turned.
The little thing looks charming and pitiful, which is quite interesting.
Unconsciously, a smile appeared on Feng Yu's lips.
He suddenly felt that this scene was so warm, and it would not be impossible if it could be like this for the rest of his life.
No, it is very possible.
But he understood that both he and Yu Jinshu were just pawns of Emperor Feng Yishan.
After reading the thin storybook to the end, Yu Jinshu threw it on the table. "Who wrote this? I have to go and give him a razor blade. It makes me so angry. I thought they had a happy ending, but I didn't expect the hero and heroine to die. They killed each other. It's so infuriating, so infuriating."
Feng Yu felt inexplicably depressed when he heard what Yu Jinshu said.
The story in the novel has such a bad ending, what about him and her?
What will be the final outcome?
He couldn't imagine it, so he could only cherish the present moment and live one day at a time.
Yu Jinshu stood up, walked to the washbasin rack, picked up a face towel and wiped his face. As he wiped, he said, "I will never read this kind of novel again."
Feng Yu finished the last stroke on the paper, blew away the ink, and looked at the beauty in the painting. He always felt that he had only captured 70% or 80% of her beauty, and there was always something missing in his painting.
His painting skills were among the best in the capital, but he was unable to depict her full beauty, which made him feel regretful.
Yu Jinshu wiped his face, walked to the bedside, and looked at Feng Yu: "Do you have any other books that can make me happy?"
Feng Yu stood up and saw that her nose and eye circles were red. He knew that she had really taken those words to heart, which was why she was so sad.
He walked to the lampstand, glanced at the author's name, then walked to the chest of drawers, opened the middle drawer, took out three books from it, and walked to the bed.
Yu Jinshu was furious and found it difficult to calm down. She was still angry about the ending of the story. Although she knew it was fictional, she was still very sad.
Feng Yu handed her three books: "This is the only one."
Yu Jinshu looked at the covers of the three books and immediately turned from tears to laughter: "These are pornographic pictures."
It was also strange. Seeing Feng Yu bringing these three erotic pictures, she found it funny and her mood immediately relaxed and happy.
Feng Yu took off his loose casual clothes, sat on the bed, and looked at her sideways with a wicked look in his eyes: "This is the only book in the room that can make people happy."
Yu Jinshu flipped through a few pages casually, his face flushed.
Feng Yu was moved and held her in his arms, then leaned forward and kissed her.
He really liked the smell of her body, so he liked to kiss her neck and shoulders first, and keep kissing her until she was exhausted, and then he would get to the point.
It was a night of pleasure, no need to go into details.
The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.
Feng Yu said he wanted to take Yu Jinshu to a place.
The two of them got on a carriage, drove through the streets and alleys, and stopped in front of a house.
Yu Jinshu got off the carriage and looked at the gate of the house, and he knew that this was the mansion of a wealthy family.
The plaque on the door reads "Mo Mansion".
"Are you bringing me to see Mo Zhili?"
Feng Yu frowned and nodded.
At this time, the door opened, and the gatekeeper saw Feng Yu and hurriedly saluted. A servant went in to report.
After a while, Mo Zhili came quickly.
As soon as Feng Yu saw Mo Zhili, he took out a dagger from his sleeve pocket. When the dagger was pulled out, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Mo Zhili's chest, scaring Mo Zhili half to death.
The concierge was also at a loss.
"Prince, what are you doing? We have been good friends since childhood. Why are you trying to kill me with a knife?"
Yu Jinshu stepped forward to stop him: "Feng Yu, why do you want to kill him?"
She didn't know that Feng Yu brought her here to kill Mo Zhili.
Feng Yu said, "The storybook you read last night was written by Mo Zhili, whose pen name is Yu Li."
"Ah!" Yu Jinshu looked at Mo Zhili in surprise. Indeed, the author written on the notebook was Yu Li.
Mo Zhili was baffled: "Prince, the princess read the notebook I wrote, and you want to kill me. What's your reason? You can't bully me just because you are the prince."
Feng Yu said, "What a rubbish book you wrote! You killed that lovely couple and made them kill each other."
Mo Zhili was at a loss for words when he heard this. "My Lord, I was just writing this for fun, and you're trying to kill me for this. Where's justice in this?"
Yu Jinshu was also puzzled: "Feng Yu, it's really unacceptable for you to kill him for this."
Feng Yu looked at Yu Jinshu and said, "Didn't you ask who wrote this story last night? Are you going to give the author a razor blade?"
Yu Jinshu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then burst out laughing, "I was just talking casually, but you actually took it seriously."
She quickly stepped forward, pushed Feng Yu's hand away, and took the dagger from his hand. "I was just joking. At the time, I just thought the author's plot was terrible and it made me cry, but I didn't really want to give the author a razor blade. You, on the other hand, took it seriously."
Mo Zhili wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Prince, you are such a person that forgets your friends for the sake of a beautiful woman. We just got married yesterday, and today you want to kill me for the princess."
Feng Yu looked at Mo Zhili and said, "This prince didn't really want to kill you. I just wanted to scare you so that you wouldn't kill the hero and heroine next time."
Mo Zhili nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, your knife move really woke me up. Next time, I will never dare to write the hero and heroine to death. Otherwise, if I really meet someone who wants to deliver a knife, I might lose my life."
It was really a false alarm, and his back was wet.
Yu Jinshu looked at Feng Yu and felt that this man was becoming more and more interesting. He actually remembered what she said casually last night and really took a dagger to threaten Mo Zhili.
Mo Zhili tremblingly invited Feng Yu and Yu Jinshu into the front hall.
After the tea was brewed, Mo Zhili drank a cup of tea to calm himself down, and then asked Yu Jinshu about the story of the storybook he wrote.
This question opened up the conversation.
Feng Yu silently listened to them talking about the fictitious stories in the storybook, and thought to himself that Yu Jinshu and Mo Zhili actually had so many common topics. On the contrary, whenever he and Yu Jinshu were together, they could hardly say a few good words to each other.
He felt sad.
After leaving the Mo Mansion and strolling around the streets, he returned to the gate of Prince Liang's Mansion, only to see Yingge walking towards him with a look of panic on her face.
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