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

In the bedroom, Xiyu changed into new clothes from head to toe, and the soiled bedding was also changed.

She lay quietly on the bed, closed her eyes and thought about how to get the Fourth Master to stay.

Before she could think of a solution, the door was opened from the outside, and her intuition told her that it was Yinzhen.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Xiyu subconsciously slowed down her breathing and pretended to be asleep.

However, the breathing of a person who is soundly asleep is even and long.

Yinzhen realized that she was pretending to be asleep, and stopped at the screen.

The young concubine lay flat on the bed, her hands folded on her abdomen, her sleeping face peaceful.

There is nothing wrong with this sleeping position itself, but it feels wrong when it comes to her.

It's too dignified.

Yinzhen raised his lips in a barely perceptible arc, and said in a voice just loud enough for the other party to hear:

"Since Fu Jin is asleep, I'd better go back to the front yard."

After saying that, he made a gesture to leave.

"..." Lord~

Xiyu opened her mouth and found that she couldn't make a sound. Then she realized that the methods she had just thought of could not be implemented. The only thing she could do now was to seduce the person to stay.

She threw off the quilt and got up in a panic like a frightened deer.

A pair of white and tender little feet stepped on the ground, and she walked "da da da" and trotted to Yinzhen and hugged him, holding Yinzhen's thin waist tightly with both hands.

At the same time, his eyes, as crystal clear as glass, looked at each other moistly, his eyes flashing with expectation.

When Yinzhen heard her footsteps, he knew that the concubine was not wearing shoes again.

He frowned slightly, put his big hands around the young concubine's waist and picked her up, then lowered his brows and looked at the little person in his arms.

"You're not wearing shoes."

The man opened his lips and spoke in a deep and magnetic voice, which caused a tingling sensation in Xiyu's ears.

It's too late. What if I couldn't catch up with you and you ran away?

She blinked slowly, a hint of guilt flashed in her brown pupils, and her beautiful round almond eyes were tinged with a flattering luster.

Xiyu stretched out her fingers, lifted the cloak between the two of them, and poked the man's chest with her delicate fingers, tracing them continuously with her fingertips.

The slight itching sensation spread to every part of his body. Yinzhen subconsciously tensed his body and his throat rolled up and down.

"what are you doing?"

His voice was lazy and hoarse, and his dark pupils became deep, as if they wanted to suck people in.

The tip of Xiyu's index finger kept sliding across his chest, and she lip-synced every time she wrote a word.

The man understood her intention and stood there stiffly waiting for her to finish writing.

However, Manchu involved too many gestures and it took a long time just to write the name, and Yinzhen's eyes became darker and darker.

The big hand holding the slender waist had somehow reached into Xiyu's pajamas around her waist, and the rough fingers kept stroking it.

Xiyu's breathing trembled, and she almost moaned in unbearable pain.

She raised her eyebrows and curled her lips, her eyes filled with moisture, as if she was accusing the man of his behavior.

The moist and tender white calves hanging on the man's arms kept shaking, trying to escape the torture.

But now, she was held in the man's arms and had no ability to escape.

Xiyu's fingers trembled slightly, but she insisted on finishing the remaining few words, 'Yaoyao is scared, Master will stay'.

Yinzhen received the signal and saw that she was in good spirits. He looked at the concubine meaningfully and walked towards the bed.

Yay! It worked!

Xiyu lay contentedly on the bed. Before she could even laugh out loud, the man pinched her chin and the scent of the early morning cypress overwhelmed her.

Her lips were being sucked, and the man was constantly taking away her breath. Xiyu felt like she was about to suffocate.

No, that's not right! She can't do it now.

Xiyu raised her hand to cover the muscles on his chest, wanting to write something for him to see, but the man grabbed her arm and put his arm around his neck.

Her lips and teeth were pried open without any preparation, and she was forced to endure it, gradually becoming addicted to it.

After an unknown amount of time, Yinzhen propped himself up and breathed heavily.

He lowered his eyelids and moved his gaze down along the young lady's collarbone.

Xiyu regained consciousness and retreated backwards, eyes full of defensiveness.

The man raised the corners of his lips and hooked his finger at her. Xiyu moved forward hesitantly.

Yinzhen leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Hearing his words, Xiyu's porcelain-white face turned red, spreading from her slender neck to her entire body.

This person...how could he be like this!

The cloak covering the two of them was thrown aside, and Xiyu was grabbed by the man's hand and led down...

The last candle was extinguished by Yinzhen, covering up the heat rising on her face.

The East Third Office was in great chaos throughout the entire day, but Taoranju seemed to be isolated from the incident.

When the news of Song's house arrest came out, Jiaobai realized so much had happened.

"I didn't expect Song Gege to be so brave."

Jiaobai curled her lips and sighed at this.

Fortunately, her princess is not favored, otherwise it might be her princess who would be harmed.

There was silence in Taoran Residence. There was only a candle burning in the room, which was about to burn out. The candle flame was trembling and swaying, as if it could go out at any time.

Li was still holding a book and studying it seriously.

After hearing Jiaobai's words, she briefly shifted her gaze from the book and agreed calmly, "Yes, it is indeed unexpected."

"I never thought that Fu Jin, who had been weak since childhood, would not die after being touched by the cold needle grass."

The cold winter wind blew against the window frame, making a rustling sound, which also covered her voice so that no one could hear it.

The silk cloth on the window frame fell off, revealing a hole. Wind blew in, causing the candle to sway and then go out.

"These slaves are used to flattering the powerful and bullying the weak. This window has been broken for a long time and no one has come to repair it."

Jiaobai complained as she walked over and stuffed the silk cloth back in.

Then he took out a tinder and lit the candle again, and the room was lit again.

"Princess, now that the neighbor has lost power, you have more opportunities."

Li put down the book and returned to the bed with an indifferent expression on her face.

She wrapped the quilt tightly around herself and closed her eyes.

"Girl Song has fallen into such a state, so I dare not offend Fu Jin."

Jiaobai vaguely sensed that her princess seemed to be in a bad mood today.

Hearing her say this, he didn't dare to say anything else. After dimming the candlelight a little, he retreated to the outer room to keep watch.

As she turned around, Li opened her eyes and stared at the flickering candlelight.

Under the brocade quilt, the round fingernails poked into the palm of the hand, sinking deeply into it and leaving a crescent-shaped mark.