After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

With only a few steps left, the master and servant finally saw the man's face clearly. He was not the person they expected.

"Li, why are you here?"

Yinzhen felt inexplicably empty in his heart, not knowing whether it was because it was not the person he expected, or for something else.

He put his hands behind his back and asked in a loud voice.

When Li heard the voice, she quickly turned around and looked over, with surprise in her eyes.

"Good luck to you, Fourth Master."

She bent down to greet Yinzhen, and after standing up, her fingers kept fiddling with the delicate flowers she had picked in her arms.

"When I saw the plum blossoms in the garden were in full bloom, I was so delighted that I felt like dancing. I hope I didn't disturb the Fourth Master's peace."

As she raised her eyes, her sight fell on the tall and handsome man in front of her.

His face looked gentle and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Li's heart was filled with joy, her eyes shone with a bright light, and her eyes revealed an indescribable charm.

But she acted coquettishly and shyly, trying her best to show her innocence and ignorance.

There is a sense of joy that is out of place.

Yinzhen frowned and pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable.

His eyes fell on the top of the other person's head which was smeared with lily oil, and he turned away with disgust.

The figure of the young concubine appeared in his mind. Her head was always fresh, and her hair fell like a waterfall, with a faint scent of jasmine.

If he concentrated his head and smelled it carefully, he could smell some herbal scent, which made the tiredness in his body disappear.

My head becomes furry when I sleep, and it feels soft and comfortable when I touch it.

Thinking of this, Yinzhen's eyes softened a little, and he took a step back and said to Li: "It's getting cold, go back early."

After saying this, he turned and left.

The direction of departure was obviously not Taoran Ju, but Danruo Ju.

Li's charming smile froze on her face, as if she didn't know what went wrong.

Her expression gradually fell as Yinzhen walked further and further away. Her eyes were fixed on the direction he left, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

His fingers clenched the clothes at his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his fingertips almost pierced through the fabric.

This action seems to be a way to suppress inner emotions, but it also seems to be just an unconscious behavior.

Only after seeing Yinzhen walking away did Jiaobai dare to step forward and put the cloak in her hand on Li's shoulders and tie it tightly.

"Gege..."

She noticed that Li's expression was not right, her voice was a little hesitant, and there was an uneasy look on her face.

She was standing too far away and didn't hear their conversation. She also didn't know why the Fourth Master was indifferent to her princess's beauty.

As she called out softly, a tear fell down Li's cheek.

Li's eyes were red and filled with tears as she looked back at Jiaobai, leaning fragilely on her shoulder.

"Jiaobai, do you think it's because I'm not good enough that the Fourth Master won't favor me?"

"Princess, don't think like that. Maybe it's because the Fourth Master is newly married and things are still new to him."

Jiaobai patted her back gently and consoled her softly, "Look at the people next door, how many scoldings they have received now..."

Li leaned her head on Jiaobai's shoulder, looking ahead with empty eyes.

That location... is Shengheju...

Perhaps she was comforted, she took a step back from supporting the white shoulders, wiped the tears from her eyes, and returned to her innocent look.

Li kicked the soft snow with his feet, making a crunching sound.

"When I think about how Sister Song was scolded by Fu Jin and I haven't gone to comfort her yet, I feel a little guilty. Let's go to Sheng He Ju and sit down and talk to her."

Inside Danruo Residence, Xiyu calculated the time and waited at the door early.

But no matter how long I waited, there was no sign of anyone.

"Why hasn't the Fourth Master come back yet?"

She muttered softly, leaning on the door frame of Danruoju and looking out. Her eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, staring straight at the door, her eyes full of anticipation.

Was there something that delayed him? Or was there an accident on the way?

Xiyu didn't dare to ask this question out loud.

"Fujin, don't worry, maybe he got delayed on the way."

Harutoki pulled the man back into the house and pressed him into his seat.

After a while, Xiyu went out again and stood at the door hesitantly, waiting anxiously.

I was a little busy today and didn’t gain any spiritual power. I’m so worried.

Harushi placed his cloak firmly on her shoulders before letting her wait outside.

As it grew darker, her stomach began to growl, but Yinzhen still hadn't come back.

Xiyu stood at the door holding her stomach, complaining. Her toes were sore from standing for so long.

"I'll go back to the house first. If the Fourth Master comes back, please call me immediately!"

She moved left and right, leaving a word and preparing to go back to the house.

"I'm back, what do you want from me?"

Yinzhen saw a figure standing at the door of Danruoju from a distance. He thought it was a palace maid or eunuch who was slacking off by the door, but he didn't expect it to be his own wife.

Hearing that she was going back, he blurted out questioning words.

He himself was stunned for a moment.

"Fourth Master, you're back~"

Xiyu turned around when she heard the voice and said in a coquettish voice.

There was a gleam of joy in those bright eyes, as if all the stars in the sky were crushed and scattered into them, sparkling brightly.

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards Yinzhen.

Her steps were quick and hurried, like a young wife who finally saw her husband who had not returned home for a long time.

Very happy and satisfied...

Yinzhen's heart seemed to be filled with this inexplicable emotion, and it was so bulging that it could no longer hold anything else.

Finally reaching him, Xiyu did not stop. She staggered and pounced towards Yinzhen with a look of panic on her face.

Seeing this, Gao Wuyong subconsciously reached out to stop him, but was left behind by Yinzhen who took a step forward.

Yinzhen raised his hands and caught her steadily. He used the force of Xiyu's pounce to turn around and just happened to meet the eyes of Gao Wuyong behind him.

He glanced coldly at the other person's hand which was half a palm away from the young lady's hand and raised his eyebrows.

Mom, what am I doing with my hands?

Gao Wuyong clapped his hands guiltily, put them behind his back, smiled awkwardly, and stepped back.

Yinzhen held the other's soft waist with his big hands, his fingers groped up and down unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Just as he was about to say something, his arms suddenly felt empty and the soft body disappeared.

He frowned and gathered the emotions in his eyes, and the warm and soft touch seemed to still linger on his fingertips.

"Fourth Master~ You are finally back."

Xiyu steadied herself, left the other's arms, and took Yinzhen's fingers.

Four fingers were clenched together, holding only the man's index finger.

Yinzhen let her pull him into the house, and did not forget to lower his eyes to look at their folded hands. The size difference was obvious.

The young lady's hands were small and soft, as white as mutton-fat jade, delicate and smooth.

He thought of some of the contents in the album, and his dark eyes became even deeper. Then he despised himself in his heart for having a dirty mind.