Don't be tempted, sir

In a blink of an eye, spring is coming to an end. The fragrance of flowers in the wind gradually fades away. The shadows of trees are mottled by the scorching sun, and the days are getting longer. Qizhu and the prince's wedding date is approaching. Qizhu is waiting to get married at home and cannot meet her new husband, but... the prince is getting more and more skilled at climbing over the wall.

"Qizhu, I brought you candied longan, shrimp yuanzi, five-flavor apricot cheese goose, and silver thread rolls."

"I love you Yanshang, please go!"

The prince peeked through the window: "Aren't you eating with me?"

"No....my mother will be here soon, run Yan Shang!"

Prince: "..."

The prince was sent here with an empty stomach, discouraged, and ended up....coming to Song Xiaoyuan's study to vent his anger: "Xiaoyuan, it's all your fault, teaching me to climb the wall."

Now that the prince is getting married, the palace is busy and the prince's memorials are not reviewed. Only Song Xiaoyuan is writing all night long. He lowers his head and makes notes without saying a word.

The prince took out a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it randomly: "What do I think? I want you, a hard-core person, to teach me how to love..."

Song Xiaoyuan closed the memorial he had just written and asked: "How many days can we climb over this wall?"

The prince put the book back, and as if he had been injected with chicken blood, he happily sat opposite Song Xiaoyuan: "I'm going to get married soon! Haha...I'm going to be Qizhu's husband and your cousin."

Song Xiaoyuan paused while reviewing the memorial and raised his eyes: "If you don't review it, leave..."

"I'll review it! I have nothing to do today anyway, so I'll help you review it."

The person on the other side tilted his head in confusion. After hearing this, who is helping whom?

When it came time to choose a style for the wedding dress, Shen Yining originally wanted to discuss it with him, but she hadn't seen Song Xiaoyuan for a few days. She went there once and saw him busy writing a memorial, so she didn't want to disturb him again.

Today, the wedding dress was measured again. After taking the measurements, the tailor asked, "Miss, have you chosen a style?"

"Well... Could you please wait for a few days, Master?"

The tailor turned around and smiled kindly: "Okay, the wedding date is still early, but if the pattern is complicated, you still have to hurry up. Xiu Niang is so delicate, I'm afraid she still has to hurry."

"Okay, I'm done."

After sending the tailor away, Xingyue looked through the newly delivered pattern with a worried look on her face. She ran in and said, "Miss Zhao, please come over."

Shen Yining came to Zhao's house with the pattern. Qizhu had just put the food sent by the prince on the table and waved happily: "Yining, come!"

Shen Yining walked closer and looked at the table full of food: "Isn't this the same thing as last time in the palace..."

Qizhu gestured and whispered, "Mother doesn't know, eat quickly! When you come, tell her you brought it."

"Ah.....How can I bring food to the palace!"

"Tsk, your fiancé!" Qizhu picked up a piece of shrimp and gave it to Shen Yining. Seeing that she frowned when she mentioned her husband, she asked tentatively, "Did you have a fight?"

Shen Yining put down the blueprint in his hand: "No, he doesn't have time to argue with me even if I want to."

Qizhu said meaningfully: "Oh, so you are thinking about Master Song... Eat quickly! Only when you are full can you have the energy to blame him."

"Yes, sister is right!" Shen Yining picked up the shrimp balls and stuffed them full in one mouthful.

The two were happily eating halfway through when Qizhu turned around and saw a crumpled piece of paper that had just been put on the table and asked, "What is this?"

Shen Yining turned her hand and the candied longan fell onto the paper. She took it away calmly: "This is a wedding dress pattern."

"Ah! Then this..." Qizhu pointed at a piece of sugar stain on the paper: "He has a calm personality, tsk!"

"It's okay. I didn't like that anyway."

After the meal, the two of them studied the sample pictures carefully, looked at the styles in light of the season and schedule of the wedding day, and picked out some patterns and fabrics they liked... The whole afternoon passed like this, and the two of them were dazzled by the choices.

After dinner at Qizhu's house, I went home and halfway there, "Uncle Wu, let's go to the Song Mansion."

The carriage turned around and rushed to the Song Mansion. After greeting Mrs. Song, they went to Song Xiaoyuan Garden. Only the study was lit. As Shen Yining approached, Ah Wu wanted to call out to him, but Xingyue happily waved to him to keep quiet.

Song Xiaoyuan felt a little dizzy after dinner and was now half lying on the bed in the study. Shen Yining tiptoed in and saw that he had his hands on his forehead covering his eyes. He walked closer and squatted down to look at his pink lips.

Standing up and about to kiss, when he was about to touch... Song Xiaoyuan covered his eyes with his hand against Shen Yining's forehead and said tiredly: "Yining, stop it."

"Oh.....I don't have time to meet you! Even if I come to you for a kiss, I can't!"

Tan's eyes opened and he said jokingly, "Come and give me a kiss?"

"No, what I said is: I can come to you, but I can't even kiss you." After saying that...it feels like there's no difference.

"Yining wants a kiss?"

"No..."

Song Xiaoyuan sat up and lowered his head, rubbing his temple with one hand. Shen Yining saw that he looked tired, sat down next to him and asked with concern: "Do you have a headache?"

"Um……"

"Kiss it and it won't hurt!"

Song Xiaoyuan was still amused by her and looked up at her: "I still want to kiss you."

"No, it's you who has a headache and needs a kiss!"

Song Xiaoyuan stood up tiredly, walked to the desk and sat down: "Yining, come here."

Shen Yining walked behind him and gently rubbed his temple. Song Xiaoyuan picked up the drawings she had put aside and looked through them: "Which one do you like?"

"Well... this one, the style is rare and it's said to be the latest model, but this traditional one is also very beautiful!"

"Then do both."

"But you only wore one set that day." As she spoke, Shen Yining undid his bun, smoothed his black hair and pressed his head: "Would it be more comfortable if you undid it?"

Song Xiaoyuan pulled her hand and sat her on his knees, his black hair scattered: "I'll do both. You can wear two sets if you like."

Shen Yining circled his black hair with her fingers and thought: "I don't have the time to change... But what if I suddenly like a different set?"

Song Xiaoyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Then do both."

"Hmm..." I felt his heartbeat in his chest with my palm.

"Yining, I really want to marry you soon!"

Song Xiaoyuan let her go, and Shen Yining panted softly: "Will it stop hurting if I kiss you?"

"Yeah, it still hurts."

Bai was very happy. He took a comb and combed his black hair. He served him tea and water and accompanied him till late at night. Both of them had bloodshot eyes. "Is it over?"

"No, but I'm sleepy..."

On the bed in the study, they sleep in each other's arms.

Late at night in Linzhou, Zhao Jinmo was riding a horse to explore the streets. The full moon was shining brightly and the surroundings were silent except for the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground again and again.

"Let go, please respect yourself!"

"Pretending to play hard to get, right?"

"Let go! Can't you hear what she said?" Zhao Jinmo heard the voice and rode to a mansion. He saw the woman's hand holding the pipa being held by the man.

The man couldn't see clearly who was riding the horse in the moonlight, so he squinted and said, "Why are you pretending in the middle of the night? Who are you? Get out of here! Don't ruin my good thing." He pulled the woman even harder to get in.

Zhao Jinmo rode closer on horseback, his sword shining coldly in the moonlight: “You’re hurting her, let go!”

The man let go, walked in angrily and closed the door.

Zhao Jinmo reached out to the woman, put his slender hand on the saddle, held it tightly, pulled her onto the horse and sat behind him.

"Not a deserter again?"

"Um……"