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Near bedtime, Xiyu got up and went to the warm room next door to take a shower.

Gao Wuyong knocked on the door hurriedly, walked to Yinzhen and bowed his head.

"Master..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yinzhen looked in the direction of Sheng Heju and a light laugh escaped from his throat.

The laughter seemed to come from the underworld, carrying a bit of coldness.

Under the candlelight, the man's eyebrows and eyes looked even more unruly. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were filled with absolute indifference and murderous intent.

If she wasn't still useful, and if he hadn't had such a concubine who could help him prevent others from trying to put people in his room, Li's life would probably have been even shorter than Song's.

"Just keep her for now, and don't worry about it."

His voice was calm, without any emotion.

After saying this, he lowered his head again and returned his gaze to the book.

There are still many puzzles on this issue. It seems that we need to take Zhao Kuangsheng to the Ministry of Revenue tomorrow for detailed questioning.

"Yes."

Gao Wuyong responded and retreated to the door, feeling a sense of admiration in his heart.

The Fourth Master is worthy of being the Fourth Master. He can still read books so calmly even after being accused of a colored hat.

There was a faint sound coming from the small door of the room, and the young lady pushed the door open. The hot air from the warm room, carrying a strong scent of jasmine and a very light scent of medicine, rushed into the bedroom in an instant.

She was wearing a silky warm white nightgown, her hair was wet, and her body was still steamy from her bath.

Yinzhen naturally pulled her to sit beside him, took the cotton handkerchief from her hand and gently wiped the water droplets on her hair.

The two of them sat on the couch, one in front of the other, and the man held her in his arms.

Xiyu pursed her lips slightly, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and turned her head to look at him from time to time.

"what happened?"

Yinzhen asked with his lips curled, the hair in his hands was already mostly dry.

The window was open. Xiyu looked there shyly. After making sure that there was no one there, she buried her head in Yinzhen's neck and hummed softly.

The warm breath with the scent of jasmine sprayed on the side of his neck, and almost instantly, Yinzhen straightened his crossed right leg.

He slid his throat lightly, and his big hand fell on the back of Xiaofujin's neck, kneading it gently twice, controlling her and not allowing her to move.

"You can't have sex if the fetus is less than two months old."

He reminded softly, his voice low and hoarse.

The slight vibration of the chest cavity made Xiyu's ears, which were pressed against that place, feel numb, and the feeling instantly spread to every part of his limbs.

The already uncomfortable parts of my body felt even more uncomfortable, and my breathing became faster.

"No, it's not—"

Her cheeks flushed red, she clenched her fists in dissatisfaction and gently hit the man's chest.

"I...I'm not feeling well. I feel uncomfortable."

"uncomfortable?"

Yinzhen's fingers that were stroking her neck suddenly stopped, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Gao Wuyong, go call the imperial physician!"

"No, no need!"

Xi Yu spoke hurriedly, reaching out to tug at the man's sleeve, "No need to call the doctor!"

Gao Wuyong had already started running away when he heard the Fourth Master's anxious voice.

But suddenly he was stopped by Fu Jin's voice, and for a moment, he didn't know whether he should stop or continue going.

The Lady and the Fourth Master were both in the room, and he didn't want to disturb them, so he looked a little embarrassed.

After thinking for a moment, he stamped his feet and ran out.

It’s better to go and call. If there is something, it won’t waste time; if there is nothing... it’s no big deal.

He heard that Zhao Kuangsheng was on duty tonight, which was just right.

"If you're not feeling well, why don't you call the doctor?"

Yinzhen held her chin, lowered his head slightly and looked at her, his dark eyes filled with undisguised worry.

Being stared at so seriously, Xiyu's face flushed, and then she lowered her eyes embarrassedly. She held the man's fingers on her chin with both hands, and buried her head in his neck again to hide the shyness on her face.

"Yes...it's chest swelling. It's not easy to tell the imperial physician about this." She said stutteringly.

The tongue and teeth seemed to be fighting in the mouth, and everything was a little unclear.

"Here? Swelling?"

Yinzhen repeated it, then raised his hand and placed it on it.

One hand was just enough to control it, and he subconsciously squeezed it gently.

The palms of my hands are filled with a soft touch.

This place is indeed a little bigger than the previous one, as the book seems to have mentioned.

"Master~don't pinch."

She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. This wonderful feeling made her eyes unconsciously watery and a little dazed.

"After I pinched it, it became even more swollen."

Her voice was soft and contained a hint of charm.

"The book says this is a normal phenomenon."

Yinzhen said hoarsely: "If you really feel uncomfortable, you can apply hot compress for a quarter of an hour, and then -"

His eyes were filled with dark colors, and he lowered his eyelids to hide the unstoppable desire in them, and continued: "Then just knead and massage."

Press... massage...

There was a hint of unnaturalness in Xiyu's sparkling eyes, and she responded softly.

Yinzhen got off the couch, picked up the person and walked towards the bed, then gently placed the person on the bed.

He had just taken a bath and there was still some warm water in the warm room. There was no need to call anyone in. He walked leisurely to the next room.

Just by listening to the sound of water next door, Xi Yu could already imagine that the other party had reached the stage of twisting the handkerchief.

Her cheeks were burning hot, so she subconsciously covered them with her hands, pressing the backs of her hands against both sides of her cheeks in an effort to cool them down.

It was just to relieve the symptoms of chest swelling. What was she thinking about... She buried her head in the soft pillow.

"The handkerchief is ready."

A man's low and hoarse voice came from beside him, and a basin of hot water was placed on the stool.

What this means is, the handkerchief is ready, and you turn around.

Xiyu slowly turned over, put her hands on her abdomen, and lay flat on the bed obediently.

Looking at the slender fingers the man stretched out, she subconsciously said, "Master."

Yinzhen lifted his eyelids and looked at her, and heard her say, "Can you put out a few candles?"

He raised his eyebrows, understanding the young lady's shyness, and stood up to extinguish all the candles in the room, leaving only one candle by the bed, just like on their wedding day.

When I returned to the bed, the young lady was covering her face tightly with a corner of the quilt.

She looked like a shy and evasive kitten, and Yinzhen was so touched by her cute look that he couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head slightly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hooked his index finger on the young lady's belt, and pulled it gently, and the knot on the belt came loose.

The silk material was smooth and without waiting for Yinzhen to make a move, it slid down along the soft and white skin of the young concubine, revealing the proud scenery inside.

Xiyu only felt a relaxation in front of her body, and her chest first felt the coolness of being exposed to the air, and then a warm and humid handkerchief covered it.

Her body trembled involuntarily, her fingers suddenly clenched a corner of the quilt, and she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.