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

"Fourth Master~"

She called out in a soft Wu dialect, rested her chin on Yinzhen's chest and raised her head, wrapping her arms around his strong and thin waist, her glass-like eyes full of attachment.

"Hmm?" The man lowered his eyes to look at her and responded in a low voice.

"Yaoyao, I miss you so much..."

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability rises to 53%.]

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability rises to 56%.]

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability rises to 58%.]

She said "I really want to" many times in a row, and by the end it sounded like a lingering whisper in my ear.

This statement is too straightforward. How did the Feiyanggu family raise their daughter? They actually raised such a bold and unrestrained little concubine.

Yinzhen's ears began to feel hot, his brain was frozen for a long time, and his chest felt slightly swollen.

He took a deep breath, feeling that the young lady at this moment was a charming enchantress, which made him relax his guard and then wait for an opportunity to swallow her into his stomach.

He didn't like the passive feeling, even if it was his own wife.

It's a terrible feeling not to have everything in your hands.

Yinzhen forced himself to maintain some rationality, pulled Xiaofujin's arm away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I still have some things to deal with, you rest first."

Then he strode away without looking back.

Xiyu looked at her back, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. The favorability level increased, which meant that playing straight ball was effective, but... why did it feel like he was avoiding her?

Yinzhen returned to the study, where Zhao Kuangsheng was waiting.

When he saw him come in, he picked up the box beside him, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Fourth Master, it's time to check Ping An's pulse today."

Yinzhen mechanically placed his hands on the table, his mind filled with Xiyu's repeated "I miss you so much".

Those who want to achieve great things should not focus on these love affairs. If they have someone they care about, they will hand their weaknesses over to others.

But Xiao Fujin... thinking about the two months they had spent together, he simply couldn't remain indifferent.

Yinzhen tried to get rid of these chaotic thoughts, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the little concubine's pretty and lively expression would appear before his eyes. That expression full of attachment and dependence was like a tangled thread entangled in his heart, making him upset and not knowing what to do.

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability rises to 60%.]

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability has dropped to 55%.]

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability rises to 60%.]

……

Here we go again! What is going on? Is it so confusing to like her?

Xiyu lay on the bed, enduring the pain of her spiritual power being drawn away and then sent back.

If this continues, she will be ruined, wuwuwu... Xiyu hugged the quilt and whimpered.

"Congratulations, Fourth Master. Your health has improved greatly and you no longer need to take medicine to remove the remaining poison."

Zhao Kuangsheng knelt on the ground with a happy look on his face.

He has been treating Yinzhen for more than two years and his hard work has finally paid off. If the Emperor knew about this, he would definitely move him up in position.

"Don't let anyone else know about this for now."

The messy thoughts in his mind were interrupted, Yinzhen opened his eyes, picked up the teacup naturally, and pinched the lid with his slender fingers to skim off the foam on it.

Seeing the puzzled look on Zhao Kuangsheng's face, Yinzhen took a sip of tea and said calmly, "My Lord has his own arrangements."

"Yes."

"How is Fu Jin's recovery?"

Zhao Kuangsheng replied in a low voice: "The damage that Fu Jin suffered from the cold needle grass has been mostly recovered after more than a month of nourishment.

But congenital weakness is the most difficult to take care of. If you want to get pregnant and have a child, it is better to take more care of it for the sake of safety."

Yinzhen nodded, "Then let's do as we said before. Write a prescription for abortion and give it to Gao Wuyong. This must be done in secret without leaving any traces, and it must not be known to others."

"I obey the order."

Yinzhen waved his hand to let Zhao Kuangsheng leave, and stayed in the study alone, pulling out the book that was at the bottom.

As he moved, the note inside floated onto the table.

It gets later and later.

Inside Danruo Residence, Xiyu stared in a daze at the favorability level on the system panel which had finally stopped.

An hour has passed since Yinzhen left. Could it be that he is still angry and doesn't want to come back?

But the favorability has risen to 65%, so he shouldn’t be angry, right?

It's really hard to guess what men are thinking.

Xiyu sighed, leaned on the table, folded her arms together to support her chin, stared out the window, wondering what she was thinking.

This was the scene he saw when Yinzhen lifted the curtain and came in.

Under the pale yellow candlelight, the young lady sat quietly on the couch, like a beautiful painting.

The smooth black hair was casually tied up with a scarf, falling loosely on the back.

A few strands of hair hung down on his forehead, but they could not hide the sadness between his brows.

In the huge room, there was a small figure sitting in the corner, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yinzhen's footsteps involuntarily moved forward a few inches, and he spoke to interrupt her thoughts.

"Fourth Master~"

Hearing Yinzhen's voice, Xiyu raised her head and looked towards the door, her eyes sparkling as if she had seen some treasure in the world.

"You're back~"

There was an unconcealable joy in her soft and sweet voice. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes. She ran to Yinzhen in a few steps and hugged him.

Yinzhen's heart was shocked, and the psychological preparation and defense he had just built up in the study collapsed in an instant.

The figure of the young concubine was like a breeze, brushing across his heart, and then penetrating into the depths of his heart as if entering an empty place.

He thought...he already knew the answer to the question.

If you have weaknesses, protect them well and hide them so that no one else can discover them. Why would you want to get rid of your weaknesses?

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

Feeling as sweet as if he had eaten bubbling honey, Yinzhen chuckled softly, put his arm around Xiyu's waist, lifted her up, put her on the bed, and wrapped her in a quilt.

"It's cold, don't step on the floor barefoot, have you forgotten again?"

Xiyu sat on the bed, looking up at Yinzhen blankly.

She only knew that Yinzhen had a good-looking face as clear and handsome as jade, but she had no idea that Yinzhen looked even better when he smiled, as if peach blossoms suddenly bloomed in a valley that was cold all year round, or like the warm sun in winter.

Such a smile made Xiyu fall in love with it.

"The Fourth Master is so handsome when he smiles~ Yaoyao likes it~"

Xiyu whispered softly, her eyes fixed on Yinzhen, her hands tightly grasping his collar and unwilling to let go.

Yinzhen's heart moved, and he put his big hand on the back of Concubine Xiao's head. He lowered his head to hold her breath, and their tongues exchanged saliva.

"Mm~ so bitter."

Xiyu pushed the person away and dodged backwards, frowning slightly and smacking her lips continuously, as if trying to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth.

"The Fourth Master is ill, and he smells like medicine."

Yinzhen secretly sighed at her sensitive taste buds, as she could actually taste the medicinal soup he drank an incense stick ago.

Yinzhen didn't answer. He opened the drawer on the bedside with skillful movements, took out a candied fruit, put it in his mouth, and moved closer again.