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

Danruo lived inside, with the two of them separated by a wall.

One was taking a bath in the warm room, and the other was standing quietly at the desk, writing something.

Xiyu took a long hot bath, slowly got up from the tub, wiped off the water stains on her body, changed into clean pajamas, and her inky black hair was tied with a blue and white band.

"Master, what are you doing?"

She slowly pushed open the small door, walked to the other side of the screen, and looked at the table curiously.

"A gust of wind and rain came in the evening, washing away all the scorching sun. After tuning the sheng, I put on some light makeup in front of the lotus flower."

Huh? Isn't this what she wrote in her previous letter?

Xiyu blinked her light brown eyes, which were as crystal clear as glass, and the candlelight reflected many sparks of light in them.

"Do you know the second half of this poem?" the man asked in a hoarse voice.

She shook her head slowly, her long eyelashes raised, and her black eyes showed a hint of embarrassment.

"I couldn't remember it when I was writing it, so I didn't write it down."

"I will teach you."

Yinzhen put down the brush in his hand and his voice became hoarse.

His lowered gaze slowly fell on the young concubine, as if carrying a layer of cloud that was impossible to see through.

Then he took hold of her wrist, exerted a little force with his fingers, and pulled her closer, with a bewitching smile on his lips.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned over and held the person in his arms, then leaned closer and closer.

Xiyu's back was slightly bent, and he was pressed against the table.

The beautiful and unruly face slowly approached her. She almost held her breath. Her heartbeat became more and more violent, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

She quietly grasped the other person's collar, trying to keep her balance.

The two people's breathing was so close that they were almost completely entangled. The breath of cold pine and the fragrance of jasmine completely blended together, permeating the air around them.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice stuttered, "No, didn't you say...you would teach me the second half of the poem?"

A light laugh escaped from Yinzhen's throat, and his chest vibrated slightly.

He frowned and continued to lean forward.

Xiyu was almost bent to 90 degrees, lying on the table, and the breathing and heartbeats of the two were intertwined.

"Fujin, take the pen."

A pen appeared in front of her, and the man's body moved a little further away, leaving her some space.

She blinked her eyelashes slowly, took the brush, and her fingers holding the brush trembled slightly, as if she had been teased hard.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands appeared around her waist, holding her body tightly and twisting her direction, forcing her to face the table covered with rice paper.

His palm rested on her soft waist through the thin nightgown, and the warmth of his palm penetrated the fabric and soaked her slightly cool skin after bathing.

Her heartbeat began to become disordered, as if it was about to burst through her chest, hitting her soul madly.

Yinzhen held her waist with one hand and her soft, boneless palm with the other. He gently dipped the hand in ink and wrote on the paper stroke by stroke.

Warm breath lingers around my ears, as soft as a feather, bringing a tingling sensation.

The two people's necks were basically overlapped, one in front and one behind.

The person behind her gently pushed her body forward a little, and his lips lightly rubbed her earlobe, which instantly turned red.

But the instigator breathed into her ears and asked in an almost inaudible voice, "Why are your ears red?"

The itch that penetrated deep into her bones went along her earlobes and drilled into her limbs and bones, causing an uncontrollable electric current to run through her spine, and her light brown eyes were filled with a slight mist.

My back was against his chest, and I could vaguely feel the hard lines.

"Yaoyao, do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

The man's voice was tinged with lust, and his fingertips caressed her waist with a teasing look.

I don't know when, the other half of the poem had already been written on the white paper.

"The skin is as white as ice and as white as snow. I smile and talk to my lover. Tonight the pillow and mat in the gauze kitchen are cool."

Xiyu slightly opened her red lips and read word by word.

However, the burning sensation in her cheeks made her thoughts a mess, and she completely forgot to translate this sentence into vernacular.

Not understanding what it meant, she read it over and over again.

With every word she uttered, the eyes of the man behind her became deeper.

He frowned, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, making it difficult to see his emotions.

While waiting, his fingers easily slipped into the hem of her clothes, and his slightly rough palms rubbed the delicate skin.

"Master~"

Xiyu spoke in a trembling voice, her tone was puzzled, and it seemed like she was crying.

"You are too slow to react. This is the punishment."

Yinzhen's voice was a little hoarse, and the veins on his neck were bulging and tense, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Forced like this, she forced herself to concentrate and understand the meaning of the words.

Her mind became clearer and she took a deep breath. The blush at the corners of her eyes merged with the red clouds on her cheeks.

"I, I actually forgot the second half at that time."

She explained guiltily, "I didn't write this poem on purpose."

"is it?"

Yinzhen chuckled and moved his hands slightly.

Xiyu felt her body getting cold, and her pajamas fell to the ground. Only a light pink bellyband remained on her upper body, barely hanging around her neck.

She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her chest, but as soon as the arms that were supporting her body loosened, her body fell forward involuntarily.

I had to change my posture and support my body with my elbows.

"Master, Yaoyao knows I was wrong and I will never write to you again~"

She moaned shyly and tried to turn around to look at the person behind her, but her waist was held tightly.

The man's eyes were cold. If you don't write to him, then who do you want to write to?

Yinzhen opened the drawer, took out the medicine bottle, flicked open the lid with his index finger, opened his lips and swallowed the medicine.

The strong smell of medicine lingered at the tip of the nose and penetrated into the nasal cavity. Xiyu keenly sniffed out several of the medicinal ingredients.

"What medicine are you taking?"

She took advantage of the fact that he only had one hand on her waist, turned around, and stared at the man in front of her with burning eyes.

It seems... I suddenly found out the reason why I have never gotten pregnant.

Being stared at like this, Yinzhen lowered his long eyelashes to hide the guilt in his eyes.

If the young lady finds out, there will definitely be some misunderstanding.

"What medicine?"

As she continued to ask, she saw that the other party looked guilty, and for some reason she could not suppress the grievance in her heart.

There was a layer of mist in her eyes, her vision became increasingly blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes, dripping onto the back of Yinzhen's hand, as if trying to burn a hole in it.

A look of panic flashed across his pupils. He bent down to pick up the clothes that fell on the ground, gathered the little concubine in them, and gently wiped the tears from her face with the tip of his thumb.