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"I know, I know. Put me down first." Jiuli seemed to remember something and patted Yin Zhen's arm.

"Do you know you were wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?" Yin Zhen put Jiuli down and asked while holding her on his lap.

"Isn't it just that I saw a few good-looking ones? Who told you to ignore me? Can you blame me for this?" Jiuli stretched out her hand and pinched Yin Zhen's ear in dissatisfaction, "How dare you say that?"

"It hurts, why am I embarrassed to say it? Look, Xiaoliu has sent you several male favorites," Yin Zhen pointed at the eunuch who came in to see someone off and the flamboyant man behind him.

"Where is it?" Jiuli looked in the direction Yin Zhen was looking.

"Your servant Qu Tan pays his respects to the Empress Dowager," the young eunuch's legs trembled, but thinking that he was now by the side of Emperor Qin An, he regained his composure and spoke in a respectful tone.

When he noticed the middle-aged man next to him, he was stunned. Didn't they say that Prince Xianming had passed away? What the hell was this?

"What are you looking at?" Yin Zhen said unhappily, and then hugged Jiuli's arm, "Look at these, aren't they all sent here? And they look good. I'm afraid I'll be outdone by them."

The latter sentence was spoken in a low voice, but Qu Tan lowered his head, not daring to look at it again. No wonder no one in the palace was willing to come, and he was unwilling to come either! This evil spirit!

"Why did Xiaoliu ask you to bring them here?" Jiuli patted Yin Zhen's arm and said softly, "Don't think too much, maybe they are just guards sent here," without any pretense.

"Your Majesty, considering that the Empress Dowager has been living in the palace for a long time, has sent a few people here to entertain her. They are all proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting," Qu Tan embellished himself silently, but left some words unspoken.

"She doesn't need it," Yin Zhen had a sour look on his face. No wonder he was allowed to leave the capital so easily. He was just making things difficult for him!

"Jin begs the Empress Dowager for mercy," and the best-looking one among the young men that Yin Zhen was staring at knelt down swiftly.

He raised half of his face and lowered his eyes, deliberately revealing the half of his face that looked like Prince Xianming.

Yin Zhen held Jiuli's hand tightly. Damn Xiaoliu, he wasn't dead yet, but they found a substitute!

Are you looking at him leaving the capital so that you can't go over and beat him?

"What was your original name?" Jiuli comforted Yin Zhen and her eyes fell on the man. He did look a bit like him.

But a fake is still a fake after all, and she is not Jing Hedi who can't play the same tricks as Yueyue Leishu.

"My name is Alang." The man was slightly stunned. What does this mean? Can he stay?

"Jian offended the late emperor and Prince Ming, so he changed back to his original name," Jiuli said calmly, but the last sentence was threatening, "Tell Xiaoliu not to play such a low-class trick."

"Yes, Queen Mother," Qu Tan secretly wiped away his tears, "Your Majesty, are you not going to spare any of them?"

“No!” Yin Zhen said, thinking of causing some trouble for Emperor Qin An, asking him to be unable to leave his mother at his age!!!

Qu Tan came and went quickly, as if he had never been there. Yin Zhen watched Qu Tan leave and his expression improved.

"Qingqing, you can't abandon me. Look, I'm not even a prince now. If you abandon me, I'll end up sleeping on the street." Yin Zhen softened his voice without any instruction.

"Who did you learn this from? Can you be more normal?" Jiuli scratched Yin Zhen's palm, "I can't get used to it."

"Then Qingqing has to learn to adapt. We have a long time to live together in the future, and you have a long time to get used to me." Yin Zhen put away his previous expression and returned to his usual self.

"I know all the news in the capital, and so do you," Jiuli said with worry on his face, "The prince won't do it for no reason."

"I just want to accompany you as soon as possible. Don't you know that Xiaoliu wants to treat us like donkeys?" Yin Zhen smiled, "Master Cui was also pulled out."

"But Dajin is getting better and better under Xiaoliu's leadership. How can we not be active in making a name for ourselves?" Jiuli played with Yin Zhen's fingers, "You really know how to be idle."

"Even if my name goes down in history, it won't be as good as yours," Yin Zhen's eyes were full of affection. If Qingqing hadn't become the Princess of Jing, he would have made Qingqing the most honorable person in the world.

"It's getting late. You should take a good rest today. I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow," Jiuli glanced at the sky.

"It's getting late," Yin Zhen smiled, "I should conserve my energy today so I can go out with Qingqing tomorrow."

The moon set, the sky brightened, and the night passed quickly.

"When I'm with you, I suddenly feel that time passes so quickly." Yin Zhen raised his hand to block the sunlight that was leaking in.

"Hurry up and get up," Jiuli glanced at Yin Zhen who was lying in bed.

"I'm coming right now," Yin Zhen quickly stood up and took the indigo next to him, "How about I draw your eyebrows today?"

"Then I'll trouble you," Jiuli closed her eyes.

"It's okay, Qingqing, you have to believe in my skills." Yin Zhen held Jiuli's chin and drew two strokes, his face full of pride.

"Not bad," Jiuli looked in the mirror and praised.

"Then I will draw for you every day from now on," Yin Zhen took the responsibility, "Isn't this what they call being too lazy to draw eyebrows, and taking a long time to put on makeup and wash up?" He lowered his head and rubbed Jiuli's shoulder.

"That's right," Jiuli commented, holding Yin Zhen's hand, "Let's go out for a walk. We can walk every day from now on."

"Okay, people say that taking a walk after dinner will help you live to be 99, so I'll take a walk with Qingqing." Yin Zhen looked at the hands they were holding with a smile. It was not too late now.

I went outings in spring, cruised on the lake in summer, admired flowers in autumn, and watched the snow in winter, year after year, day after day, and never set foot in the capital again.

"Qingqing, Xiaoliu asked us again if we want to go back for the New Year gift in Beijing this year." Yin Zhen's hair has turned white, but from behind he still looks very straight and efficient.

"What are you going back for? It's freezing cold and the waterways are frozen." Jiuli took the letter in her hand and took a look at it. "No."

"Then I won't reply." Yin Zhen said, "You're in for a treat today. I caught a fish and asked someone to cook it for you. I'm sure it'll taste good if you try it."

"Okay," Jiuli raised her hand, "Then I have to taste it."

"They are all yours and no one will snatch them from you." Yin Zhen said with a smile, looking like a completely amiable old gentleman.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and in came Emperor Qin An and Concubine Wang, who were supposed to be in the capital. They were followed by only one eunuch, Qu Tan, and a team of skilled soldiers.

"Uncle," Yin Zhen turned his head away and didn't want to pay attention.

This was the fortieth year of Qin An's reign. Jiuli and Yin Zhen were both seventy and approaching eighty, and Emperor Qin An abdicated around them.

"Mother said that we don't need to be buried with the late emperor, but should be buried near my brother and me." Emperor Qin And's eyes were smiling but sad.

Finish.