Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

"My Lord, Miss Nan, the Imperial Master invites you over."

Who is speaking?

Nan Yingzhi turned her head towards the voice, but didn't see anyone.

Seeing Nan Yingzhi's confusion, Yun Ji explained, "This is Mo Zhu who is beside the Imperial Master. He didn't come over, so he used the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique."

"Oh, it's quite magical." Thinking that the Imperial Master had sent someone to urge him, he must be anxious. Nan Yingzhi let go of Yun Ji's hand and asked him to leave. "Since he's urging us, let's go."

Yun Ji stroked the hand that was still warm, without commenting.

After walking a few steps, Nan Yingzhi found that Yun Ji had not caught up with her, so she turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was a dark look in Yun Ji's eyes, and he was struggling inside.

He took a step hesitantly, and suddenly several evil voices appeared in his mind.

[Didn't Nan Yingzhi say that it was normal to be taken care of when you're sick? ]

【What is there to hold on to? 】

[Isn't this the best opportunity to act pitiful and gain sympathy? ]

Seeing Yun Ji standing there motionless, Nan Yingzhi thought something had happened to him and he couldn't move. She turned back with a good temper: "What's wrong? Say something?"

Knowing that the Imperial Master was waiting, he shouldn't act on his emotions at this moment, but the evil voice was still instigating him.

[You said you were not feeling well, that's the truth anyway. ]

Yun Ji was so envious of Nan Yingzhi's meticulous care that he pursed his lips and said, "It hurts."

Understanding that menstruation can make people feel uncomfortable, Nan Yingzhi supported him with concern: "Your legs are weak, can't you walk?"

His legs were really weak, but he was pretending that he couldn't walk. Yun Ji felt inexplicably guilty, so he just nodded and pretended that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

There were so many people here, Nan Yingzhi made a quick decision: "Come up, I'll carry you."

When Yun Ji heard the word "back", he felt lost, as if the thing was right in front of him, but he unexpectedly missed it.

He thought that when Nan Yingzhi heard that he couldn't walk, she would hug him.

After all, the last time he fell into the water, didn’t Yun Ting just pick him up without saying anything?

Although he had to admit that Yun Ting's inexplicable intimacy made him very disgusted.

But Nan Yingzhi was different. If she did this set of movements...

Just thinking about it made Yun Ji's heart start pounding.

Seeing Nan Yingzhi bending down and motioning him to come up, Yun Ji couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Can’t Nan Yingzhi learn from Yun Ting and take him back?

"Can I..." Yun Ji suddenly realized that he was unsatisfied and stopped himself from saying "hug me".

Nan Yingzhi didn't hear clearly what he said next: "What can I do?"

When questioned, Yun Ji blushed.

As he was not good at acting like a spoiled child, Yun Ji evaded the question with difficulty: "Nothing, thank you very much."

Although he was very eager to have physical contact with Nan Yingzhi, he could see that Nan Yingzhi was rather cautious, even a little slow, when it came to feelings.

He looks like a Taoist who has been practicing the ruthless way for thousands of years.

Every move seems like a performance, without much emotion.

However, he was very moved by such performance.

Afraid that the progress was too fast and Nan Yingzhi would not be able to adapt, Yun Ji leaned on Nan Yingzhi's back and decided to proceed step by step.

Along the way, he was restless.

From this perspective, Yun Ji could only see Nan Yingzhi's ears, but he felt that he had unlimited room for creativity.

It's simple. Yun Ji knows his body very well. He has always known that his ears are his sensitive points.

Talking without doing is just empty talk. Yun Ji did what he said and was very scheming. He blew air into Nan Yingzhi's ear.

His breath was long and lingering, and Nan Yingzhi's ears turned red uncontrollably due to the stimulation.

"You," Nan Yingzhi struggled to resist the itch in her ears, "Don't breathe into your ears, move away from them."

Intent on teasing Nan Yingzhi, Yun Ji whispered into her ear: "I can't avoid it."

Feeling that Yun Ji was doing this on purpose and was happy to see her resist, Nan Yingzhi simply went along with him and chuckled through gritted teeth: "You did this on purpose."

Yun Ji was happy that Nan Yingzhi had discovered this, and he blew it even harder: "Well, do you like it?"

Nan Yingzhi didn't have the courage to tell a woman who was menstruating that she didn't like her, but changes in a certain part of her body forced her to speak out.

"Ahem," Nan Yingzhi racked her brains, trying to make her words as tactful as possible, "You can't put out the fire, so don't add fuel to the fire."

After all, he had been a man, and Yun Ji stopped breathing for a moment.

Nan Yingzhi was right that women should not have sex during their menstrual period. At the moment, I really cannot help Nan Yingzhi in that state.

Moving a little further away, Yun Ji poked Nan Ying's head and asked, "Have you ever hugged someone before?"

"No." Feeling Yun Ji sliding down her back, Nan Yingzhi exerted force with her hands and pushed him up, "Get on my back, you are the only one."

"Are you so nice to everyone?" Yun Ji's voice became softer as he was touched by Nan Yingzhi's tone, "Little Gardenia."

Nan Yingzhi always felt that the three words "Little Gardenia" were learned by Yun Ji from Nan Yi when he came to the palace to visit.

Nan Yingzhi happened to be called "Little Gardenia" by her mother before, so she couldn't help but sigh. She took a deep breath and answered, "No."

She is not a saint, and because her mother passed away, she lacks emotional support. Of course, she does not have the kindness to help everyone she sees.

Helping Yunji, to a large extent, was because their lives were connected, and for her own safety, Nan Yingzhi naturally could not stand idly by.

Feeling Yun Ji's gentle breathing beside her ear, Nan Yingzhi suddenly felt that it would be better not to let Yun Ji know these thoughts.

After all, from Nan Yi's exploration to Yun Ji's clinginess, she deeply realized one thing.

Yun Ji has a good impression of me, and it is not different from the friendship between comrades who care about each other.

It's the kind of affection that is simply between a man and a woman, kissing, hugging, and lifting each other up high, covered with a quilt, with red waves rolling, and giving birth to a monkey in the lively atmosphere.

Not to mention how cruel it is to let the person who likes her know that your concern for him is only for his body, not his soul.

According to Nan Yingzhi, Yun Ji was notoriously paranoid. What would he do if he knew that she was just taking care of his health?

When it comes to love, once you get stuck in it, there's no hope. Nan Yingzhi doesn't know what level Yun Ji has fallen into.

Thinking about her feelings, Nan Yingzhi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ever since her mother passed away, she had built up thick walls in her inner world, shutting out all emotions without any explanation.

Even though she knew Yun Ji's feelings, Nan Yingzhi was not sure whether she still had the ability to love him.

Anhui Palace.

The hall had not been repaired for a long time and was in a dilapidated state.

Gusts of night wind blew into the room without mercy through the window cracks, and the imperial teacher's wide sleeves, dressed in green, fluttered in the wind.

Combined with his expressionless handsome face, he really seems to be isolated from the world, as if he has ascended to heaven, with an indescribable immortal air.

All of this was based on the premise that we should ignore the fact that he was eagerly turning the white jade beads in his hand with such force that it seemed as if he was going to break the string.

He hadn't seen Yun Ji and Nan Yingzhi for a long time, and his heart was as tight as a knot.

Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and turned his gaze to Mo Zhu: "Hurry him up."

No one knows the master better than Mo Zhu. When he heard the question, Mo Zhu quickly responded, "I have already used Thousand Miles Voice to remind him."

The Imperial Master said nothing more and just fiddled with the jade beads.

On the quiet moonlit night, the regular crackling sound was heard again.

Knowing that the Imperial Master was measuring something by turning the beads, Mo Zhu looked at his nose and his heart, trying to lower his presence and not distract his master.

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving.