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

Xiyu studied the storybook in his hand and roughly understood the writing style of people of this era.

She has an extremely large and rich amount of reading. Now that she is in the palace, her life is so boring and uninteresting. Maybe she can try writing storybooks to kill time.

Inspiration burst out, Xiyu went straight to the couch with the quilt in her arms and began to conceive the short story she wanted to write.

To her, this feels much more interesting than the boring calligraphy practice.

But after writing down just a few words, she looked at the crooked characters on the paper, curled her lips in disdain and muttered to herself: If this goes on, I'm afraid it will take a whole year to finish this story...

Thinking of this, she took out her secret weapon from the drawer, a sharpened charcoal pencil.

Last time I stuffed a note into the pastry, the words on it were written with charcoal.

Inspiration was as inexhaustible as a spring. Xiyu became more energetic as he wrote, without feeling sleepy at all.

Chun Shi stood aside and tried to persuade him several times but to no avail.

Since it was of no use, she didn't want to persuade him anymore.

In desperation, she had to help prepare some tea and snacks and put them aside, and moved the candle a little closer, fearing that the dim light would hurt Fu Jin's eyes.

"If you are tired, go to sleep. I can do it myself."

Xiyu noticed Haruhi's sleepy look and gave the order.

Chun Shi shook her head and refused, "I will wait on the side and can also help Madam Fu change the candlelight."

It was late at night and everything was quiet, but the candlelight in the main room of Danruoju was still on.

"You said Fu Jin hasn't slept yet?"

Yinzhen was sitting in front of the large and heavy desk in the Ministry of Revenue. After hearing Gao Wuyong's report, his already frowned brows became even more twisted into a knot, and his voice was so cold that it seemed like ice chips could fall off.

His slender, white hands were holding a pen and writing a memorial.

As he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, his eye sockets were filled with dense red bloodshot, and he looked very tired and haggard.

The young lady really doesn't take care of her body and hasn't slept yet.

Don’t you know how weak your body is?

Yinzhen pursed his lips tightly. It seemed that when he was away, the concubine had no place to release her energy.

Since she doesn't know how to take care of herself, he will definitely punish her severely when he returns tomorrow to teach her a lesson.

The candle became shorter and longer, then longer and shorter, and turned into a pool of wax.

In the spring, the candles were replaced one after another, and the always bright flame enveloped the figure who was concentrating on thinking at the desk.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally a hint of paleness appeared in the sky.

Gradually, it became brighter and brighter, turning from white to orange-red, like a colorful picture unfolding in the sky.

When a red sun hung high in the sky, Xiyu put down her pen and stretched. After a night of hard thinking, she finally decided on the general framework of the story.

This story is full of fantasy: a naughty little fox was injured, but was saved by a kind-hearted person. After that, the little fox worked hard to practice, and finally turned into a human form, and decided to look for the reincarnated benefactor who had saved his life.

And the benefactor of this life is a great general who gallops across the battlefield and is feared by all!

So, the little fox resolutely disguised himself as a man and sneaked into the military camp, gradually approaching his benefactor, and a wonderful fate began.

As her thoughts flowed, she seemed to see the scene in the story where the little fox and the general met, got to know each other, and fell in love with each other.

Xiyu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile, then she reached out to open the drawer at the head of the bed and took out everything inside.

She expertly lifted the bottom of the drawer, revealing a secret compartment hidden underneath.

This compartment is very ingeniously designed and is used specifically for placing paper letters. It is difficult to detect its existence without careful observation.

She gently gathered the precious stack of papers in her hand and put them into the secret compartment.

After completing this step, Xiyu carefully restored the bottom of the drawer to its original state and put the other things that had been taken out back to their original places one by one.

When she stood up, her head was still groggy, and she placed her hands on the table for support.

The door was pushed open from the outside without any warning. The person moved quickly and closed the door quickly after entering, blocking the cold wind outside.

She subconsciously looked back and saw a tall and stern figure standing there in court robes with a stern expression.

"Fourth Master~ You're back~"

Xiyu smiled brilliantly and subconsciously stood up to greet him, but as her hands loosened, her body lost support and she staggered and fell forward.

She quickly stretched out her hands and tried to grab something to keep her balance.

The man was agile and took a few steps forward to catch the man by the waist.

But the timing was a little too late, and he only had time to act as a human cushion, allowing the young lady to fall on him.

Faced with the pain that was about to come, Xiyu closed her eyes tightly as a conditioned reflex.

However, the pain she imagined did not appear. She moved her body tentatively, and a man's groan came from under her.

Xiyu then realized the problem and subconsciously loosened his hand and raised it high, with his five fingers spread out stiffly.

She lay on Yinzhen's body, and when she raised her head, her gaze met Yinzhen's unfathomable eyes directly. Her eyelashes blinked slowly, and her expression was a little dazed.

After a moment, Xiyu reacted, got off him, and knelt on the ground.

"Hehe~" She laughed awkwardly, her voice revealing guilt: "Are you okay?"

She raised her hands high, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

Yinzhen's deep eyes swept across her soft and white palm, an unknown emotion flashed across his face, and then he slowly stood up, picked her up and put her on the bed.

He took off his cool official uniform, placed his hands on the bed and leaned forward, a charming smile on his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you think?"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Everything around them no longer mattered. They were the only ones staring at each other.

The warm breath sprayed on her skin, bringing a hint of warmth. Xiyu saw her own helpless reflection in his eyes.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice trembling slightly, and asked uncertainly: "It should...it should be okay."

"It would be better for Fu Jin to check it out herself."

"Wha, what?"

Yinzhen captured the fragrance of jasmine in her mouth, and moved his lips and tongue, constantly exchanging saliva.

She seemed to taste the bitterness again, stronger and clearer than last time, spreading to every one of her taste buds.

Xiyu frowned slightly, raised her hand and pushed the man's chest, "bitter..."

The following bytes were swallowed up, leaving her no chance to speak.