Chapter 185 It sounds like he can’t live without Xiao Jiwu, but that’s not the case!
Seeing this, Yun Qingshi understood what Prince Xiao meant, and then withdrew his fingers in time with a smile.
He continued, "You really can't resist temptation."
Upon hearing this, Prince Xiao answered frankly: "Yes."
If I had been able to resist, I wouldn't have unknowingly ended up in the situation I'm in today.
He couldn't resist from the beginning.
To him, Ying Shiyi is honey, a treasure, and the only person who has made him feel that life can be so joyful in all these years.
After saying that, Xiao Jiwu couldn't help but lean over and kissed the boy's eyes, then gently laid him flat on the couch...
Yun Qingshi smiled and reached out to hug Xiao Jiwu's waist...
In Yun Qingshi's words, the atmosphere has already reached this point, so everything that follows will naturally follow naturally and smoothly...
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Ever since the sudden snowfall that disappeared so quickly, the weather has become cooler.
Nowadays, you have to add a layer of fleece inside your robe to avoid feeling too cold. If you go out, you usually have to add a cloak or cape.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
Xiao Jiwu's master Sang Chengjing came quietly and left quietly. He had left the palace yesterday.
Ye Runan also followed and said that he wanted to go back and stay with them for a few days.
Before leaving, Sang Chengjing left a letter for Xiao Jiwu.
There were only two words in the letter: Yunqi.
Yun Qingshi understood that these two characters were the courtesy names given by Sang Chengjing to Xiao Jiwu.
Yunqi, Xiao Yunqi.
Yun Qingshi repeated these two words over and over again several times and really felt that they were very good.
The word "Ji" in Jiwu originally means silence and loneliness, but the corresponding word "Yun" has the meaning of being lofty and free and easy.
Qiye's artistic conception matches that of Wutong.
And it even has the same character as his last name.
However, Yun Qingshi knew that this was not intentional on Sang Chengjing's part. After all, no one here knew his real name, so it was just a coincidence.
Xiao Jiwu's birthday passed like this, and his life suddenly became peaceful again.
It was early morning. Yun Qingshi had just finished petting the tiger and seeing the two little fat birds. He returned to the bedroom, took off his cloak and put it on the clothesline.
Xiao Yunqi had not returned from court yet, and he didn't feel like reading the storybook today. After drinking a glass of water to quench his thirst, Yun Qingshi walked back and forth in the room bored, looking around.
Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps outside.
But the footsteps sounded a little hurried and deliberately soft, so it was obviously not Xiao Jiwu's.
Moreover, Zhao Mingde did not greet him. If it was Xiao Jiwu who came back, Zhao Mingde would definitely greet him.
If it were a normal day, Yun Qingshi would definitely not even bother to look at it, but who made him feel bored today?
After hearing the sound, he stopped unconsciously and listened attentively.
As Yun Qingshi expected, the voice of someone coming from outside was soon heard. It sounded like a servant, and he was reporting something to Zhao Mingde.
"Father-in-law, the small items you ordered have been prepared. The specifications are the same as in previous years. Do you think it's okay? If so, the small items will be loaded onto the truck."
As soon as the servant finished speaking, Zhao Mingde continued, "This year is different from previous years. The prince has returned, so we should prepare more offerings. Gold and silver paper money, incense and candles, prepare more, twice as much as before."
The servant quickly responded, "Yes, I'll go get it ready."
Zhao Mingde then urged in a low voice: "Hurry up and be careful. There is not much time left. Don't make any more mistakes."
"Yes, yes, I will be careful." The servant quickly agreed and then quickened his pace and left in a hurry.
Yun Qingshi was confused when he heard this in the room.
Offerings? Incense and candles? Paper money?
If he was not mistaken, these should all be used to worship the dead, right?
Xiao Jiwu just celebrated his birthday, who is he going to worship?
Yun Qingshi thought about it and could only think of one person.
Xiao Jiwu's mother, Concubine Rou.
After all, among the deceased relatives, it seemed that only this mother had given Xiao Jiwu some love, although it was not much. Occasionally, this person would go crazy and strangle Xiao Jiwu to death.
But when she was sober, she loved her children to some extent.
That little bit of love may be insignificant, but for Xiao Jiwu, it is one of the few warmth he has.
If it was to commemorate her, Yun Qingshi could understand it.
But these are just his guesses, and he still needs to ask Zhao Mingde to know the real situation.
Thinking of this, Yun Qingshi pushed the door and left the bedroom.
Zhao Mingde was waiting outside the palace at the moment. When he saw Yun Qingshi coming out, he asked with a smile on his face, "Does your Excellency have any instructions? The prince will probably be back in about two quarters of an hour."
"Ahem..." Yun Qingshi coughed lightly, a bit awkwardly, before asking, "No, I just wanted to ask, I just heard you ask the servants to prepare incense, candles, and other offerings. Are you going to commemorate a deceased person?"
Besides, when did he care about when Xiao Jiwu would come back? Xiao Jiwu would come back whenever he wanted.
...He talks as if he can't live without Xiao Jiwu, but that's not the case!
Zhao Mingde couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing this, but he quickly lowered his voice and answered, "Your Excellency's guess is correct. In the past, Your Excellency was mostly on missions outside and was unaware of this matter. The offerings were prepared to commemorate our prince's mother, the late Concubine Rou."
Zhao Mingde then added, "The anniversary of the Empress's death is approaching."
Yun Qingshi was stunned when he heard this.
He guessed correctly that it was to pay tribute to Xiao Jiwu's mother, but he didn't expect it was because the other party's death anniversary was approaching.
Xiao Jiwu's mother's death anniversary is surprisingly close to Xiao Jiwu's birthday...
Yun Qingshi couldn't help but ask again: "When was that?"
Zhao Mingde sighed and replied, "I believe that the prince will also bring you along when he goes to pay homage this time. It doesn't matter what I said, it will be tomorrow."
"Your Majesty forbad your Majesty to enter the Imperial Mausoleum, so the tablet is enshrined in Gratitude Temple outside the city. Your Majesty used to go there every year, but he's been away on campaigns these past few years and hasn't been there for a few years. But even when Your Majesty is away, I still make a trip every year."
"Tomorrow..." Yun Qingshi couldn't help but say, then nodded: "Okay, I understand."
After saying this, Yun Qingshi also returned to Yian Hall. After returning to the bedroom, he walked straight to the table and sat down, then was in a daze for a long time.
He was thinking that if he went out at this time, he would be going outside the city.
He could basically tell that the assassination plot at No Return Cliff was about to begin...
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