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"Hurry up and ask someone to prepare the meal."

Xiyu pulled Yinzhen into the house hurriedly, washing her hands while giving instructions to the servants.

They moved quickly, and by the time the two of them wiped their hands and sat down at the table, the food was already served.

During dinner, Xiyu was not as enthusiastic as before, and was only focused on eating the food in the bowl.

The speed of eating and chewing is very fast, but it does not feel rude at all. Instead, it gives people a sense of agility.

It was like a kitten who had been hungry for a long time and finally got food. It looked both cute and pitiful.

Every bite seems so focused and serious, as if enjoying the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Yinzhen held the chopsticks and ate slowly. After a long pause, he asked softly.

"Why are you so hungry? Did you not eat enough during the day or did the servants fail to bring you snacks?"

Xi Yu picked up the teacup and ate the food in her mouth. "Not really. I eat little at each meal and I don't like snacks. I won't be hungry if I eat on time."

Having said this, she leaned forward and looked at Yinzhen.

"Master Four left work a little late today. Was there something important that delayed you?"

A pair of doe-like eyes stared at people smartly, with eyelashes trembling slightly, focused and serious, making people feel that there was only one person in her eyes.

Thinking of the reason, Yinzhen felt inexplicably guilty, and replied with a light cough: "The wind and snow got heavier on the way, which delayed us for some time."

Noticing that Xiyu loved to eat meat, he picked up a piece of lean meat and put it in her bowl, and said:

"Next time if Master comes back late, you don't have to wait, just ask someone to prepare the meal."

Xiyu lowered her head and poked the meat in the bowl with her chopsticks, feeling a little embarrassed.

"We can eat on time, but husband and wife are one, and Yaoyao wants to eat with the Fourth Master."

There was a hint of surprise in Yinzhen's eyes, but he had never thought that this was the reason.

A sweet feeling flowed through his heart, and he gazed deeply into the young lady's hair, as if he wanted to see her inner world through the thick hair.

He stared at the person until his ears felt hot and heat rose to his cheeks, then he frowned.

"I will come back on time in the future. If I can't, I will let someone know in advance."

His tone was serious, as if he was talking about something extremely important.

Xiyu put the meat in the bowl that had been poked into pieces into his mouth and swallowed it, then raised his furry head.

She grinned and her eyes curved as if she had received an extremely precious gift.

This look made Yinzhen feel itchy. He wanted to mess up her neatly combed hair, making her show her teeth in anger and stretch out her not-so-sharp little claws.

It’s cute just thinking about it…

After dinner, the two of them sat on either side of the couch.

Yinzhen was holding a book and turning a page from time to time.

Xiyu continued to calculate the account book that she had not finished reading during the day. The beads on the abacus clattered, bringing a touch of harmony to the quiet air in the room.

At first, she was a little uncomfortable with people around her.

Later, I was calculating so seriously that I forgot there were other people in the room.

It was late at night and the candles in the house had burned down to the bottom, with wax accumulating at the bottom of the candlesticks.

Yinzhen was no longer in the mood to read, and from time to time he glanced at Xiyu who was concentrating on her reading.

For a whole hour, the young wife didn't even raise her eyes to look at him, which didn't look like a young wife in love with her husband at all.

I'm afraid all those things before were just fake.

He felt a little unhappy. If he had known this would happen, he should not have handed the account book to her so early.

As Xiyu was calculating, the light in front of her eyes suddenly disappeared.

She thought the candle had burned out and wanted to ask Chunshi to change it, but when she looked up she happened to meet Yinzhen's eyes.

The other person stood between her and the candlestick, his brows knitted together, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

What did she miss?

"Fourth Master, what's wrong with you?"

She put down the brush in her hand and spoke softly with a probing look in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the man did not answer her question. Instead, he picked up the draft paper she had put aside for taking notes and looked at it carefully.

After looking at it for a while, Yinzhen frowned and looked at her, "Your handwriting..."

Thinking of her own dog-like handwriting, Xiyu hurriedly dodged the paper and put it behind her back, pursing her lips and smiling shyly, "Fourth Master, are you sleepy? Let's get settled early."

Yinzhen raised his eyebrows and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He no longer cared about the handwriting on the rice paper. His voice was low and magnetic.

"Since Fu Jin wants to be resettled, then let's do it."

Yinzhen asked someone to bring hot water and went to the side room to wash.

The bedroom and the side room are separated by a wall, with a small lockable door in the middle.

The soundproofing was poor and Xiyu could hear the sound of water dripping next door.

As expected of the future emperor, he is so proactive!

She silently gave Yinzhen a thumbs up in her heart, then moved off the couch, sat in front of the dressing table in her night slippers, and carefully removed the pearl hairpin in her hair in front of the mirror.

A whole day has passed and Qixi has not come back yet.

Could it be that he had also encountered time and space turbulence? She felt a little worried.

"Sigh~"

She was a little distracted and the hairpin on her head got caught on a strand of hair, and Xiyu let out a cry of pain.

The bronze mirror can only show the position of the hairpin, but cannot clearly see how it is wrapped around the hair.

Just as she was about to moan for sex, someone came to help. A strong hand took the hairpin and began to take it apart gently and patiently.

The mirror reflected the man's face and his seriously lowered brows.

Xiyu tilted her head slightly and could see his fingers flexibly hooking and untangling the tangled hair one by one.

As he moved, the waterfall of hair fell down and landed on his neck.

"Fourth Master also knows these?"

Xiyu turned around and asked curiously.

The light brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight, like the brightest star in the night sky, making people's throats itchy.

Yinzhen straightened her body, picked up the white jade comb placed aside with his long fingers, and combed her hair inch by inch.

As he moved, his rough fingers would always inadvertently caress the side of her neck, like a feather gently brushing, bringing waves of numbing sensations.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere, as if there was an ambiguous atmosphere around.

Xiyu avoided the man's gaze, not daring to look him in the face. She swallowed nervously, and her voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Fourth Master... Fourth Master, Yaoyao hasn't taken a bath yet."

As she spoke, she placed her hands on the table and tried to stand up.

However, before she could complete her action, the man behind her suddenly reached out and grabbed her legs.

With a little effort, she was lifted into the air.

This sudden action made Xiyu completely unable to react. She exclaimed and subconsciously put her arms around the man's neck.

Just now, for convenience, she took off her outer and middle clothes and only wore her inner clothes.

The man's rough palm was broad and thick, pressing tightly against her skin through a thin layer of cloth, exuding warmth and strength.

She automatically imagined a scene of a big hand firmly grasping her slender waist, and when she looked up in panic, she met Yinzhen's aggressive eyes.

Those deep and fiery eyes seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to her, tempting her to take the initiative to step forward.