Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

The night was deep and everything was silent. Jin Zhongcai hurried back to Qinghuatai.

Qinghuatai seemed to be enveloped in the tranquility of the night, completely silent and dead.

It was because the Queen Mother loved peace and quiet and hated noise, so apart from routine sweeping and cleaning, no one dared to disturb her quiet place.

Jinzhong stepped into the bedroom with light steps. When he raised his eyes, he was eagerly searching for Yanwan's figure.

She was seen sitting quietly in front of the mirror, her long, inky hair draped down with silver strands flickering in between. Her usual dignified and awe-inspiring makeup had been removed. At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, revealing her gentleness.

Seeing Jinzhong return, Yanwan's red lips curled up slightly, a faint smile appeared on her face, and she whispered, "You're back."

"Yes, I'm back. It's all my fault for keeping you waiting for so long."

Jinzhong stepped forward and gently took the jade comb from Yanwan's hand. His fingertips slowly inserted into her hair. With skillful movements, he patiently combed her long hair again and again.

"It's not too late, it's not too late, you come back just in time."

Yanwan murmured softly, and after she finished speaking, she ignored Jinzhong's movements in his hands, leaned her body lightly against him.

Smelling the familiar and reassuring scent on him, Yanwan's tense mind finally relaxed. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Jinzhong's waist, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as if she was afraid that he would disappear from her side if he wasn't paying attention.

Jinzhong's hand paused slightly, with a doting smile on his lips, and he joked softly.

"I haven't finished combing your hair yet. If you want to hug me, you have to wait for me for a while."

It was very rare to see Yanwan acting like a child. Jinzhong's voice unconsciously became very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing this moment of warmth.

"No matter what, you've only been gone for half a day, but it feels like a long time. Is this what people say, 'One day without seeing you feels like three years'?"

Yanwan raised her head slightly, her eyes full of affection, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her words.

"Perhaps it is true. When a servant is separated from his master, he also feels that a day without seeing him is like a long time."

Jinzhong responded softly, and finally followed her wishes. He slowly put down the jade comb in his hand, raised his hand and gently embraced her in his arms.

Yanwan's hair is soft and silky, like the finest satin.

Jinzhong's palm stroked slowly, again and again, with endless affection.

He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at Yanwan's face, his eyes full of affection, and he felt that he could never look enough.

Seeing it again and again, he felt pain in his heart. How could he bear to leave peacefully when he had made his master so worried?

Jinzhong sighed in his heart, but did not show it on his face.

As they embraced each other, Yanwan's hand accidentally touched Jinzhong's braid hanging down his waist. He had been very busy today, and his hair, which was usually combed neatly and meticulously, was now a little messy and loose.

Seeing this, Yanwan immediately stood up and without any explanation, forced Jinzhong to sit in front of the mirror where she had just sat.

She raised her hand and gently took off his hat, the movement light and decisive.

Jinzhong came back in a hurry, with some beads of sweat on his forehead. When Yanwan saw this, she naturally raised her hand and gently wiped them away for him with a handkerchief.

Jinzhong felt a little uneasy when he was suddenly placed in Yanwan's position. He turned slightly to the side, looked hesitant, and stammered.

"Master, this...is against the rules."

"rule?"

Yan Wan walked around behind him with a comb in her hand, a faint smile on her lips and a hint of anger in her eyes.

"You've done all sorts of unruly things on a daily basis, and now you're afraid of something so minor?"

As she spoke, she gently took off the silk ribbon that tied Jinzhong's hair, and slowly loosened his braids. Her fingers shuttled through his hair, and her movements were gentle and slow, carefully combing his long hair.

The two are of similar age, but Jinzhong's white hair is particularly eye-catching. In the dim candlelight, there are many more silver strands than Yanwan's.

Looking at the white hair, Yanwan's eyes flushed unconsciously, and she murmured with a slightly choked voice.

"You usually do my hair and makeup for me, so today, it's my turn to do it for you."

Yan Wan's words struck Xiu Zhong's heart straight, making his heart tremble.

He slowly let out a long breath, as if to vent all the fatigue and forbearance of these years, and then raised his head, through the mirror, his eyes greedily capturing Yan Wan's every move, every frown and smile at this moment, intoxicated by it, letting her fingers shuttle through her hair.

Yan Wan combed her hair very carefully. Looking back on the past, she was either braiding Yongyan's hair or helping the emperor with his makeup, but it seemed that she had never combed the hair so carefully for the man in front of her who had left a deep mark in her life.

Today, I finally made up for it.

This is what an ordinary couple should be like.

It was inappropriate for him to serve her all day long.

Soon, a neat braid hung down the back of his head.

Yan Wan was held in his arms and looked at her masterpiece with great satisfaction.

"I have already taken care of Yongyan's situation. From now on, just stay by my side. As long as I am here, no one can drive you away from me."

Listening to her words, Jinzhong was in a trance.

Even if it has been settled, he has made up his mind, how can it be changed?

The incident with Yongyan woke him up and he could no longer stay with her like this.

"Is that so? I was right. Your Majesty is truly capable..."

He replied absentmindedly.

But all the expressions were visible to Yan Wan.

She knew everything in his heart.

"It's too late today, I'm a little sleepy, please stay with me to bed."

"Okay, then I'll make do with you and let you go to bed."

Jinzhong nodded in response.

At Yan Wan's insistence, the two lay on the bed like a couple, doing nothing but simply hugging each other and sleeping.

Come to think of it, it seems that the two of them rarely act like this.

Most of the time, it was Jinzhong who served her. He was still very well-behaved when facing her. Maybe he was busy or because of his status, he would leave the room in the middle of the night, or just stay with her.

There was still candlelight in the hall, and it was already very dim when it shone into the tent, just enough for him to see her face clearly.

Jinzhong looked at her sleeping peacefully in his arms by the candlelight.

He lowered his head, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and rubbed his face against her forehead lovingly.

You have to sleep so soundly even when the slave is not around.

The morning light was dim, and when the white light appeared by the window, Jinzhong reluctantly came back to his senses.

He stared at her almost all night.

When Yan Wan woke up, there was no one beside her.

When Yan Wan felt the cold bed, she felt a little dazed.

Before she could go looking for him, his voice reached her ears.

"Are you awake? I was just about to call you. I've brought your favorite eight-treasure duck for breakfast today. I'll eat it with you..."

Jinzhong was holding a copper basin for washing in his hand. After putting it down, he came over, put down the curtain, and helped her up.

"Why don't you sleep more?"

"I'm used to it, so it's no problem."