Her legs felt weak and she was a little afraid of Song Yan's skills.
Just rushing around without any skills.
System: [Hahahahahaha]
Song Yan pinched her chin, and gently moved his thin lips closer, rubbing the woman's lip line.
Xie Shizhu felt his breath surrounding her and could hear the man's steady and strong heartbeat. She was suddenly immersed in Song Yan's kiss.
After a few minutes, Xie Shizhu felt a little hot.
Although Xie Shizhu was afraid of Song Yan's youthful vigor, he still led her into it.
After a while, Xie Shizhu realized that he had been fooled.
Song Yan didn't calm down at all, he just changed his way of expressing himself.
She felt like her whole body was falling apart, hanging on by her last breath.
At the back, she put her arms around the man's thin waist and said with a nasal voice, "I will never leave the palace without permission again."
Song Yan paused slightly, lowered his eyes and stared at her, his tone light and a little depressed: "Well, I understand."
He said he knew it, but it was a long time before he let her go.
*
In the evening, Song Yan took Xie Shizhu downstairs to have dinner.
Her hands holding the chopsticks were shaking, especially with Song Yan staring at her. She didn't dare to breathe, lowered her head and ate quickly.
Song Yan's token had been taken away by him, so he gently asked, "Why did you and Song Ye come out in the middle of the night?"
Xie Shizhu shook his head and did not tell Song Yan.
Song Yan was silent for a few seconds and did not continue asking. Instead, he waited until she finished eating and then took her hand to walk in the busy market.
There were people all around. Xie Shizhu looked down at the man's fingers holding her hand. They were long, strong, and with slender joints.
Song Yan beside him did not look like an emperor, but rather like an ordinary citizen.
She and he were just a couple, and there was no such thing as having three wives and four concubines.
Song Yan noticed her gaze, glanced at her, and tightened his fingertips holding her hand slightly.
Xie Shizhu withdrew his gaze somewhat unnaturally.
Song Yan brought her to a shop, which was a painted boat with murals around the walls.
The people inside saw the two people come in and greeted them with a smile.
Song Yan gestured for her to take a look for herself, and then went into a room with the people in the store to pick up a painting.
Xie Shizhu nodded and watched her back as she walked in.
*
"Do you still remember the person who conveyed the message to you last time?" Song Yan sat on the chair, playing with the teacup in his hand, his eyes dim and unclear.
"It was a man, quite tall, with a sword at his waist, but he was wearing a veil, so I couldn't see his face clearly."
Song Yan took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "Hmm."
"Are you really going to stop?" The other party was the owner of the painting boat and one of Song Yan's few friends. He sighed and said, "Although you sit on the throne now, there are so many people who covet it. What if one day..."
The other party fell silent in the middle of his speech because the woman brought by Song Yan came in from outside.
Song Yan put down his teacup, very calmly, and slowly stood up. He walked to Xie Shizhu, put his arm around her waist familiarly, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "What's wrong?"
Xie Shizhu hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I like a painting here, I wonder if I can take it away."
Song Yan asked softly, "Which one?"
Xie Shizhu took his hand and walked outside, pointing to a painting in the middle of the wall, "This one."
The other party followed out, and when he saw the painting Xie Shizhu was pointing at, his eyelids twitched and he said, "Ah, this is the treasure of the store, it's not for sale."
This painting was drawn by Song Yan's biological mother, who was a very good painter.
Song Yan's mother was a concubine's daughter. Later, she followed the legitimate daughter of the mansion into the palace. She was a palace maid at first, and became a noble lady after following the emperor.
When he died, he left only this painting in the world.
The painting shows a young man riding a horse, looking heroic, with only his back shown.
This was painted by Song Yan's mother before Song Yan was born. She once said that she hoped her son would gallop on the battlefield and be invincible.
But she died in the cold harem before she could see Song Yan grow up.
Xie Shizhu was also very tactful. When he heard that he was not selling it, a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and he nodded: "Yeah."
Song Yan asked, "There are many paintings here, why do you only like this one?"
Xie Shizhu glanced at him, then looked at the person in the painting, and whispered, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the person in the painting looks a lot like you. I'll take it back and put it in the hall."
Song Yan was slightly startled, his eyes wavering, and then he said, "Give it to her."
The other party was stunned for a moment, his face full of surprise. After a moment, he took down the painting, rolled it up, and handed it to Xie Shizhu.
After buying the painting she liked, Xie Shizhu's eyes were full of smiles. She subconsciously kissed Song Yan on the cheek and then said with a smile, "My husband is so kind."
Then, Xie Shizhu heard Song Yan's heart beating wildly, thump thump, very clearly.
The other party looked at this scene and gradually understood something. This must be the most beautiful woman in Beimo.
It was said that after the virtuous king ascended the throne, he basically stayed in Shaoyue Palace except for keeping vigil, and the other concubines were forgotten like air.
No wonder Song Yan chose to stop. He probably didn't want to do these dangerous things anymore.
Most people who want to have a home will isolate themselves from external threats.
After a while, Xie Shizhu left the pleasure boat with Song Yan in a good mood, holding the painting.
Soon, the two returned to the palace.
It's already evening time.
Xie Shizhu had just hung the painting on the wall when he smelled the scent of ink brought from the painting boat.
Suddenly she thought of something, her face changed, and she quickly walked out of the hall and ran straight to the library.
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