Sister, you traveled through time too?

After Tang Xiaoyu returned home, he first secretly called the secret guards.

Send them to secretly find out which young masters from noble families in the imperial city have great skills and have made enemies with General Xia.

Judging from his attire and demeanor, that bandit must be from a noble family.

After giving the instructions, he called Cui Ling to bring some snacks.

"Miss, Cuizhi is such a worry. She accompanied you out and even got drunk."

Cui Ling held the food box and sighed worriedly.

Cuizhi and Cuiling were both girls who had been with the original owner since childhood.

Both of them are truly loyal. They signed a contract when they were young and have been together for so many years.

Cuizhi is a simple and naive girl, not very smart, but she is the eldest princess's absolute lover.

Cui Ling is meticulous, cautious, and very loyal, but a little old-fashioned, yet also lovable.

"Don't talk about her again. I asked her to drink it. Let her have a good rest. When she wakes up at night, make some honey water for her." Tang Xiaoyu said with a smile.

Cuiling nodded in agreement, knowing in her heart that her master really cared about her and Cuizhi.

"Your Highness, Master Qiu has sent someone to ask again, saying that he wanted to greet you, otherwise he was really worried about you. I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you at this late hour, so I asked him to go back. Are you free to meet me tomorrow?" Cui Ling asked respectfully.

Okay, okay, I’ll give you a pillow if you’re sleepy.

I failed to touch the male courtesan, General Xia couldn’t touch him, so why can’t I touch my young husband?

She stood up and asked Cuiling to comb her hair again.

"I'm going to see him now. I can't wait until tomorrow."

I've said long ago that I wanted to see my little husband, so now I have to take a good look at him.

The book says that Qiu Zhe is beautiful like the moon, with black hair like silk, charming eyes and eyebrows, and a slender figure, standing tall and straight like a jade.

He cultivated all the skills of medicine and made a vicious and unpredictable poison.

It combines both hardness and softness, and has the aura of both Bodhi and Yama. It can revive the dead and kill people without them being seen.

Tang Xiaoyu still values ​​and is curious about Qiuzhe very much.

The reason why it is important is that people who eat a variety of grains will inevitably get sick. It is so convenient to have such a capable husband.

I'm curious because... who can't love a gentle, Confucian and loyal medical student? ???? ˉ???ˉ?? )?

The night is deep, autumn is approaching, and the nights are getting much colder.

Tang Xiaoyu tied her long hair into a high ponytail and pinned it with a Hetian jade hairpin.

She was wearing a fiery red embroidered robe with a crabapple blossom embroidered in gold thread on the collar. This outfit was a departure from her previous luxurious and gaudy look and instead had a unique charm.

Like that dashing, lovely and naughty young lady. Although her clothes and headdress are simple, they cannot suppress her noble aura. Her eyes and eyebrows are still full of charm and elegance.

The Princess's Mansion was unimaginably large, and the original owner's backyard was even more luxurious, with many empty yards.

The original owner liked Qiuzhe and arranged a courtyard for him not far from herself.

The place was even renamed Qiu Shui Ju.

"Your Highness! Your Highness is safe and sound."

Tang Xiaoyu had just arrived at the gate of Qiu Shui Residence when the servant on duty outside the courtyard immediately greeted him.

"Your Highness is finally here. Master Qiu is very concerned about Your Highness. I will go and report it right away." The servant said hurriedly with a smile on his face.

"No need for that. Has your master gone to bed?" Tang Xiaoyu asked with a smile.

"To reply to your Highness, no."

"My son was very concerned when he learned that His Highness was in danger a few days ago. He was also very worried when he heard that His Highness was assassinated today. He has not slept yet. He has not been able to see His Highness several times and misses him very much."

The servant quickly replied respectfully.

They, the servants who serve Qiuzhe, are looking forward to Tang Xiaoyu's coming more than Qiuzhe himself.

It has been a year or two since His Highness came to visit Master Qiu. All the servants were very excited. Is Qiu Shui Residence finally going to see the light of day again?

After all, serving Qiuzhe means sharing the same fate with him.

Since their masters are favored and valued, they will naturally be more confident.

As soon as Xiaoyu arrived, she wanted to tell Qiuzhe everything about how he thought about her day and night and how worried he was.

Xiaoyu understood what the servant was thinking and just smiled faintly.

"No need to report this, no need to follow me, I will go see him myself." She smiled softly, with more interest in her eyes.

At this time, Qiuzhe was looking at the account book on the swing under the tree in the yard.

The sturdy and tall persimmon tree was hung with green persimmon fruits, the swing was swinging intermittently, and the people under the tree were unusually quiet.

Qiuzhe was wearing a loose orange robe with a simple goose yellow gown underneath.

The pajama gown couldn't be simpler, but it looked pleasing to the eye when worn by Qiuzhe.

She is clearly wearing bright colors, but she doesn't look lively but rather calm.

Lanterns were burning under the tree, and the dim candlelight fell on his eyebrows. His shadow was elongated and his eyes were unspeakably gentle.

But his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was still sadness in his eyes.

If we say that Chunke is as warm and restrained as the spring breeze.

Xia Jie was as passionate and flamboyant as the scorching heat.

Then Qiuzhe is as calm and gentle as autumn water.

"Why are you so worried, my beautiful lady? Why don't you tell me a thing or two and let me help you solve your problems."

Qiu Zhe was called back to his senses by Tang Xiaoyu's voice. When he turned around and saw that it was indeed His Highness, he was immediately filled with surprise and joy spread across his brows and cheeks.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu smiled gently, lifted Qiuzhe's chin teasingly and teased him: "It seems that I am a good medicine, just the right thing to relieve Azhe's worries."

Qiuzhe's ears turned slightly red due to Tang Xiaoyu's sudden teasing.

"Madam always makes fun of me." Qiuzhe smiled gently and politely.

His eyes began to moisten unconsciously; he had waited for too long.

But Qiuzhe's every move was elegant, and he was polite in his words and smiles.

"My wife has been in danger recently, and I was really worried. I have been asking for a meeting in the past two days but to no avail. Now that I know my wife is safe, I am finally relieved."

Qiuzhe said gently.

He hadn't seen His Highness for a long time, and he thought His Highness had forgotten him long ago. Seeing His Highness' eyes as bright as before, Qiu Zhe was filled with emotion.

His Highness seemed to have returned.

Tang Xiaoyu's eyebrows were particularly seductive under the candlelight. Qiu Zhe gently and carefully gathered the loose hair around her ears. His movements were so gentle and pious, as if he was stroking a holy scripture.

When the evening breeze blows, the persimmon trees rustle, as if humming an ambiguous tune.

Qiuzhe did not complain to her, nor did he question her why she had not come to see him. He just looked at her affectionately.

"Madam rarely dresses like this."

Qiu Zhe's voice was gentle and humble, like the delicate chanting of a minor tune, so soft that it made Tang Xiaoyu's ears burn.

"Zhu Cui, who usually only felt the Madam's coldness, had not touched Madam's scattered hair like this for many years."

"Madam's outfit today is just like when she rescued me and brought me back home. At that time, Madam loved to dress like a tomboy and ran around everywhere every day."

Qiuzhe's eyes were as gentle as water, and his tone was filled with reminiscence.

He stroked Xiaoyu's hair gently and lovingly.

Tang Xiaoyu really has no resistance to gentle and steady handsome guys.

She likes this kind of tenderness.

"After a near-death experience, I discovered that I still like this outfit."

"Look at you. It's almost autumn, but you don't even know to wear more clothes when it's cold at night."

"Are you looking at the account books of those shops again? You work so hard to take care of the household expenses, develop prescriptions, and manage the shops. Thank you for your hard work, A-Zhe."

Tang Xiaoyu smiled and patted his shoulder, with concern in his eyes.

Qiuzhe just smiled faintly, as calm as an old cadre.

But the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.

"lady."

Qiuzhe called her gently.

She said nothing, just looked at him with eager temptation in her eyes.

Although Qiuzhe is dignified and calm, he is the lady's husband.

Now that his wife has returned and her eyes are giving him such an ambiguous invitation, he doesn't need to be self-restrained or restrained.

Tang Xiaoyu didn't need to seduce him in a half-hearted way; her eyes were naked and ambiguous.

He was hers.

"Madam~" Qiu Zhe hugged Tang Xiaoyu tightly, as if he wanted to express all the suppressed thoughts he had had these days.

He carried Xiaoyu back to the room and called her gently in her ear.

It's bound to be hard to sleep tonight.

"Azhe, Azhe." Tang Xiaoyu whispered softly, calling out while playing with him.

When she was moved, she wanted Qiuzhe to express his love explicitly over and over again.

She liked to see him obsessed with her.

Qiu Zhe's red face and ashamed look drove people crazy; his confession and love words were so naked.

While playing with him, Qiu Zhe felt ashamed and angry, and his suppressed love and grievances burst out in an instant.

The longing for so long has finally been released.

His tears were crystal clear, and the corners of his eyes were red, showing his aggrieved look.

Tang Xiaoyu hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to hold him in her arms.

"Azhe, don't cry, I'm back." Xiaoyu comforted him softly.

"Your Highness, please don't leave. Please don't leave A-Zhe. Please."

The redness at the corners of Qiuzhe's eyes made her look particularly charming. Tang Xiaoyu was so moved that she could no longer hear clearly and could only sing loudly.

Who cares? I'll agree to whatever he says.

Give him whatever he wants.

The floor was covered with gauze clothes and no lingering love words could be heard. The ambiguous candlelight and moonlight accompanied the two people who were deeply moved.

The night was as dark as ink, and the pearl curtain swayed in the joyful sounds until the sky was about to dawn.