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

Yinzhen took it and wrote two lines of poetry on it.

He opened his lips and slowly read, "May I be like a star and you like the moon, shining brightly every night."

Every night?

The young lady was really bold to write such straightforward and bold words.

If the Emperor knew that she was trying to entice the prince to stay in bed like this, he would probably reward her with a cup of poisoned wine to prevent future troubles.

What's more...how could her small body withstand what Ye Ye did?

Yinzhen chuckled unabashedly, and his dark pupils seemed to crush the stars in the sky.

[Yinzhen's favorability has risen to 75%, little ginseng spirit, you are awesome! ]

Qixi was a little excited, but Xiyu was immersed in Yinzhen's beauty and didn't hear it at all.

This was the first time in fifteen years that she felt that being exiled here by the Monster Management Bureau was not a loss at all.

Xiyu looked up at the man's clear jawline and swallowed unconsciously.

Qi Xi looked at the data on the panel and strangely discovered that the little ginseng spirit's body temperature had actually risen, and was even getting higher and higher without stopping. What was going on?

Could it be that this ginseng spirit wants to cook itself?

Yinzhen noticed the heat in her eyes, put the paper in his hand into the drawer, picked her up and strode towards the bed.

"Since Yaoyao is so anxious, let's settle her down."

He put the little Fu Jin on the bed and whispered in her ear, "Since Fu Jin wants to do it every night, then let me see what Fu Jin can do."

Xiyu's mind was hazy in front of the beauty, and before he could respond, his neck loosened and all his clothes were taken off, leaving only a red bellyband.

She climbed onto Yinzhen's shoulders and pushed him away, her eyes reddening as she said, "Master, we haven't eaten the cake yet."

Yinzhen's eyes became darker, he leaned forward and held her earlobe in his mouth, his tone was full of temptation: "I will eat it..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand wandered around Xiyu's waist, causing her to tremble.

The candlelight flickers, the curtains hang lightly, and the room is full of charming spring scenery.

After making love, Yinzhen carried Xiyu to wash herself.

When the two returned to bed, Xiyu was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, and only half of the cake was left on the table.

The next morning, when Xiyu woke up with sore body, the seat beside her was already cold.

After getting up and having breakfast, she found a pile of written words on the table. The handwriting was beautiful and it was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into it.

But whose handwriting was this? Why was it placed in her room?

Xiyu had a doubt in her mind, and put the stack of papers aside without interest, then took out her treasured notebook and started reading.

In the evening, Yinzhen returned from his post and went straight to Danruoju.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Xiyu looked up reflexively, then hid the sketchbook in her hand under her butt.

"Fourth Master~ You're back~"

She said in a tender voice, her eyes sparkling, but her butt refused to move.

Yinzhen stood in front of the brazier to ward off the cold and asked with his head tilted.

"Did you practice calligraphy today?"

"What word?"

Xiyu asked subconsciously.

The two looked at each other in confusion.

"Gao Wuyong." Yinzhen called in a low voice.

Gao Wuyong pushed the door open and came in to greet the two of them.

"Where is the calligraphy that I asked you to find?"

Yinzhen said coldly, glancing at him sharply.

It seemed that he was already thinking about how to punish the servant for not doing his job well.

Gao Wuyong knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "I put it on Fu Jin's table."

"Ah, that one you're talking about!"

Xi Yu then remembered the paper she had casually put aside, "If the Fourth Master hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known it was a copybook, and I would have thought someone had put it there by mistake."

She took the copybooks out of the drawer under the table, unfolded them and examined them carefully.

"This handwriting is beautiful, the strokes are sharp yet soft, strong and powerful yet revealing a hint of delicate and graceful beauty. I wonder which talented woman wrote this?"

Seeing that she praised him so sincerely, Yinzhen also felt a little curious. He had never seen the calligraphy that Gao Wuyong had found.

He took it and looked at it, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and then he rolled up the copybook and handed it to Gao Wuyong.

"I am just an unknown person, and my handwriting is not as good as you say. This copybook is not suitable for you. I will give you a new one tomorrow."

Seeing his reaction, Xiyu looked at him suspiciously, raised her butt to take it back, but was grabbed by the man around the waist.

He put his hand under her buttocks, and when she felt something was wrong and wanted to sit back, it was too late.

As soon as the time was free, the script fell into Yinzhen's hands.

This was a book that she had finally asked her fourth brother to buy for her, and it was out of print on the market.

Xiyu knelt on the couch, hooked her arm around Yinzhen's neck, and raised her other hand to grab.

Unexpectedly, the height difference between the two was too big and they couldn't reach each other at all.

Seeing that forceful tactics didn't work, Xiyu knelt on the couch, rested her chin on the man's chest, and looked at him eagerly.

"Master~Please don't look at what my daughter is watching~"

"A pregnant runaway peasant girl, and a domineering prince fell in love with me?"

Yinzhen raised his sword-like eyebrows high, pinched her cheeks playfully, and forced her to pout, "The book that Fu Jin is reading is quite unique, and it really is beyond my expectation."

"There are many things that will surprise you."

She muttered quietly, her face was pinched and her words were a little unclear.

"what?"

Yinzhen didn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head slightly and leaned closer to listen.

Seeing her coming closer, Xiyu's eyes flashed with cunning.

"Trojan horse~"

She pouted her lips and kissed the side of his face. While the man was stunned, she snatched the notebook back and stuffed it under the cushion.

"Master~ I don't want to learn how to write. Learning how to write is so tiring."

She held Yinzhen's arm to change the subject, and as she moved, a wisp of hair on her head swayed slightly.

Yinzhen pressed it down and said in a hoarse voice, "No."