Chapter 13 You've already crawled into the gauze curtain before you say you're offended, without realizing it...
"Well, I won't trust anyone else in this world except Yizhen."
"Why?"
Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's eyes, which seemed to be covered with mist. He felt that they were too vague and could not be touched. He leaned closer and said sincerely, "Because I trust Yizhen, I am willing to tell him all my secrets. If Yizhen is in danger, please tell me!"
The words fell silent. Yin Xing listened to his own pounding heartbeat. Seeing Xuan Yizhen's calm and silent expression, he felt a little disappointed. He added weakly, "Although I'm not very smart, I will definitely do my best to help!"
Xuan Yizhen was caught off guard as he stared at Yin Xing, who was so close to him. Her blazing gaze was unwavering, far more ostentatious than Ri Yao's. He sniffed her warm, blazing scent, like the sun. His heart sank, and he pursed his lips. He raised his fingertips and lightly tapped her forehead, saying in a normal tone, "Silly, most princesses of a dynasty can only be granted titles when they reach the age of marriage, and most remain untitled for life. But I was born with a noble title and enjoy the same rules and etiquette as a royal prince. What danger do you think there is in this?"
"That's true. Maybe I was just being stupid." Yin Xing regained consciousness when Wen Liang touched his forehead with his fingertips. He realized belatedly that they were very close to each other and explained with an embarrassed face.
I hope it was just a momentary illusion or misunderstanding.
Then Yin Xing tried to distance himself, but unexpectedly, his arm had been grabbed by Xuan Yizheng's other hand and he was unable to move away.
However, Xuan Yizheng's palm was a little too warm, so Yin Xing held it to keep warm without thinking too much. When his fingertips touched her delicate skin, he found that her fingers were well-defined yet slender, like carefully carved cold white jade, while her fingertips were slightly pink, which was very beautiful.
"But does what you just said still count?"
"Of course it counts. If you really need me, just let me know!"
Yin Xing collected his thoughts and responded confidently. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen's beautiful, slightly pale face, and he spoke softly, "Since Yizhen is feeling unwell, she should rest more or call a doctor. No, let's get a doctor to take a look."
Perhaps because Yin Xing had been riding in the sun for quite a while, she was very warm. Xuan Yizhen let her hold his hand. Seeing that she seemed to have misunderstood him, he pursed his lips and said calmly, "You're not sick. Don't you even know that women have their periods?"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing's expression froze for a moment. He blinked his clear eyes at Xuan Yizhen's jade-white cheeks, which showed a slightly unnatural expression. He shifted his gaze silently and replied awkwardly, "Oh, is that so?"
It turned out that it was not an illness, but menstruation. However, it was the first time that Yin Xing saw someone with such weak symptoms during menstruation.
"Have you ever been to Guishui?"
"not yet."
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing saw a rare look of astonishment in Xuan Yizhen's calm eyes and asked blankly, "What's the matter?"
Xuan Yizhen's gaze wandered in front of Yin Xing, and he said solemnly, "You haven't had your period yet at your age. It seems your body needs to be adjusted."
Yin Xing was silent, and suddenly he didn't want to understand Xuan Yizheng's eyes so quickly.
"I don't know why this body is so weak. I fell into the river and had a fever and lay in bed for a long time."
"Do you still think you are not Yin Xing of Xizhou Marquis Mansion but a lonely soul?"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing noticed Xuan Yizhen's suspicion and said frankly, "Well, I know this sounds hard to accept, but I want Yizhen to know so that if the soul disappears one day, Yizhen doesn't have to worry."
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, his fingertips slightly tightening around her arm, and asked in a normal tone, "Does your disappearance mean returning to the so-called other world?"
Yin Xing nodded and said, "I think so, but I don't even know how I got here in the first place, so I might stay here for a long time."
"Is that so?" Xuan Yizheng loosened his palm slightly and looked at Yin Xing, who was conscious and clear-headed. He was unable to judge her condition, and had never heard of such an incredible thing.
"By the way, Yizhen, please untie the red silk for me."
"Don't you think it looks good tied up?"
Yin Xing didn't hear the displeasure in his words. He raised his hand and lifted his sleeves, saying, "It looks good, but it will leave red marks if you keep tying it. It's a bit uncomfortable. Besides, the weather is getting hotter, and if you don't change it, it might get smelly."
Hearing the voice, Xuan Yizheng remained silent. He lowered his eyes to observe Yin Xing's cheek and expression. After a while, he raised his fingertips to untie the red silk knot for her.
In a moment, the red silk ribbon slowly fell away, leaving a faint red mark on the surface of the fair skin, crisscrossing like a vine. Xuan Yizhen touched it with his fingertips and called softly, "Does it hurt?"
Worried that Xuan Yizhen would blame himself, Yin Xing shook his head and replied optimistically, "It doesn't hurt. It will go away after a while."
After saying that, Yin Xing raised his hand to collect the scattered red silk ribbons and stuffed them into his sleeve pocket, but because they were too smooth, a piece of them easily slipped out.
Xuan Yizhen watched Yin Xing stuff the smooth red silk into her wide sleeves with clumsy movements and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do with it?"
"I think the material is very special. It feels comfortable and soft. I'll wash it when I get home and use it as a wristband."
"Slings and satins have the smoothness of silk and the lightness of gauze. They are often worth as much as gold."
Yin Xing paused, blinking in disbelief as he looked at Xuan Yizhen. "So it's so precious," he said. "No wonder I often hear that the emperor bestows white silk. It must be quite expensive."
Xuan Yizheng just laughed off Yin Xing's naive words without further explanation. Giving the white silk was the same as giving the death penalty, so how could they be confused with each other?
Then Xuan Yizheng's dark gaze fell on Yin Xing's pink and white arms that were exposed under his wide robe. It was obvious that he was not a man.
At this moment, the bright red marks on Yin Xing's arms were particularly obvious, like a blooming intricate pattern. A slight regret flashed across Xuan Yizheng's eyes, then disappeared in an instant and returned to calm.
"After a while, the sun will get hotter and clothes will be thinner. Do you need to cover yourself up?"
"Don't worry, don't bother, it's not noticeable at all."
After saying this, Yin Xing's bright smile froze as he noticed Xuan Yizhen's meaningful gaze. His face instantly turned red, and he explained shyly, "I'm still young now. Maybe I'll see big changes next year."
Xuan Yizhen's gaze fell on Yin Xing's blood-red earlobe, observing the girl's shyness with great interest. He pretended to be thoughtful and replied, "Is that so? I heard that the Fourth Princess is about your age and has already developed a graceful figure."
In response to this, Yin Xing remained silent, not knowing how to respond, and felt a little regretful for bringing up this hurtful topic.
"It seems that you are not in good health. You need to adjust your diet and take more medicine in the future."
"Okay, I also want to discuss with Yizhen the matter of the woman who is in charge of food, clothing and daily life."
Xuan Yizhen saw that the blush on Yin Xing's earlobe had faded back to its original state, and felt a little sorry. He asked in a normal tone, "Is there something wrong?"
Yin Xing shook his head, remembering the terrifying female official in charge. He then felt that the woman in charge of his own residence was quite amiable. He replied politely, "Everything else is fine, except for a minor irregularity regarding the food."
"for example?"
"For example, eating breakfast at 11 a.m. every day is too early. I always eat with my eyes squinted because I am so sleepy."
Xuan Yizhen listened to Yin Xing's overly naive description, his thin lips raised slightly, and his clear voice was a bit leisurely. He said softly: "The morning is the most important part of the day. You haven't woken up yet at the hour of Mao. Are you always so lazy?"
Yin Xing stared dumbfoundedly at Xuan Yizhen, who was always easy to talk to. He gave her a gentle attack but didn't dare to say anything back. He thought, it was around 5 o'clock. She wouldn't get up so early every day, right?
Well, Yin Xing suddenly felt that Xuan Yizheng could do it!
So, Yin Xing had no choice but to give up and said, "Besides, the dishes every day are too bland. I want to eat something with a slightly spicy flavor."
Salt is the most essential flavor among all foods, but Yin Xing discovered that although the ingredients in his daily diet were fresh, they were all as bland as white porridge without exception.
"You've just recovered from a serious head injury, so you should eat a light diet and avoid spicy, oily foods. What's wrong with that?"
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Yin Xing was originally curious about why the kind housekeeper did not accept his feedback on his food tastes, but now he realized that she was probably following Xuan Yizheng's instructions.
Xuan Yizhen looked at Yin Xing, who had stopped talking, observing her changing expression. He traced the lines on her palm with his fingertips and said nonchalantly, "You seem very unhappy with this arrangement, don't you?"
As soon as he said this, the alarm bells rang loudly. Yin Xing's heart was filled with regret. He quickly shook his head and replied: "No, no, I was just talking casually."
If I had known that Xuan Yizheng had specially arranged Yin Xing's meals and daily life, I would have still eaten razor blades!
"Really? But didn't you say before that the arrangement was a little unreasonable?" Xuan Yizheng asked gently and tenderly, his eyes slightly gloomy, with an undercurrent surging.
"Oh, that's all a misunderstanding. I feel a little dizzy and want to sleep!" Yin Xing felt embarrassed by Xuan Yizheng's gentle questioning. He had to lie on his side and close his eyes, trying to clumsily avoid the dangerous topic.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was originally held was pulled away. Yin Xing's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know Xuan Yi's true feelings and was a little worried that she would be sad because of his unreasonable suggestion.
After all, this is Xuan Yizhen's good intention!
Just as Yin Xing was about to open his eyes to apologize, he didn't expect to feel a cool fingertip on his forehead, pressing gently. He opened his eyes with a hot face and looked at Xuan Yizhen who was sitting and lying. Although he was only wearing a plain white inner garment, there were intricate patterns sewn on it. If you looked closely, the changes were subtle, like a hazy and flowing moon gauze, smooth and bright, and elegant.
At this moment, Xuan Yizheng raised his hand calmly and gently touched his forehead. His beautiful eyes were looking down at him, gentle as water. It was probably just like this, Yin Xing thought absentmindedly.
"Since you're feeling dizzy, just close your eyes and rest."
"But would that be offensive?"
Xuan Yizhen touched his brow with his fingertips and replied calmly, "You've already crawled into the gauze tent. Isn't it too late to say it's an offense now?"
Yin Xing blushed with shame and simply closed her eyes. She whispered apologetically, "Yizhen, I'm sorry. I didn't know you specially arranged those meals. You will definitely eat them all later!"
After he finished speaking, Yin Xing yawned with his eyebrows bent, his eyes filled with moisture. He wanted to say more, but he felt a strong sleepiness coming over him and fell into a deep sleep without any resistance.
After a while, silence fell inside the gauze curtain. The female official Chunli led two maids inside to add incense. She caught a glimpse of a piece of robe hanging between the gauze curtains, with figures overlapping in between. She looked away in surprise!
"Chunli, there's no need to add more fumigation."
"yes."
The sound of footsteps faded away. Xuan Yizheng lowered her beautiful eyes in the gauze curtain, with darkness floating in her pupils, like a winding black snake looking down at its prey. Her gaze fell on Yin Xing, who was lying beside her and breathing deeply, and slowly drifted away.
After a long moment, Xuan Yizhen touched the healed white wound on Yin Xing's forehead with his fingertips to examine it. Then he placed his hand over Yin Xing's palm again, absorbing the warmth and whispering, "Since you admit your mistake and apologize, I'll forgive you this time."
Those foods and dishes were carefully selected by Xuan Yizheng. If Yin Xing was not well behaved and was not picky about food, she would have to go hungry as punishment.
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