"You dare to follow me even here. This person seems to know you very well." Yan Ruocheng came over to take a look and said.
"How did this person know that we came here from the secret passage?" Huang Chenling said in confusion.
"You are stupid. Maybe someone has been hiding in your dormitory early in the morning. What we said has been heard by that person. Oh no! Xiaoling is still sleeping in your dormitory. Could this person come from the secret passage again?
Where are you going back?" After Yan Ruozhen said this, they quickly put on their clothes and went back to find Xiaoling.
Xiaoling rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the big sister in front of her. She thought she was dreaming and murmured, "Who are you?"
He had an oval face, a sweet and unfamiliar face. She pointed her fingers to signal him to be quiet.
Xiaoling closed her mouth obediently, smiled, and escaped from the window.
Soon, Yan Ruozhen and Huang Chenling rushed back from the secret passage. They saw Xiaoling awake and sitting on the bed in a daze.
"Xiao Ling? Has anyone been here?" Yan Ruocheng went over and asked.
Xiaoling pointed to the wooden window and said, "Big sister jumped out of the window."
After hearing this, Yan Ruocheng and Huang Chenling looked at each other.
The four treasures of the study were ready on the desk, and Huang Chenling wanted to draw the eldest sister Xiaoling saw.
"Xiao Ling, tell me, dad wants to draw it." Huang Chenling picked up the purple hair, and Yan Ruocheng was responsible for sharpening the inkstone.
"That sister has a melon-shaped face, big eyes, a high nose, a small mouth, and a particularly beautiful smile, even prettier than my mother." Xiaoling recalled it and said descriptively.
Huang Chenling drew a random picture based on his rough description.
Xiao Ling shook her head, thinking that his painting was ugly, and said, "It's not like this. That elder sister looks very beautiful."
"If she's beautiful, most of them are concubines in the harem. Xiaoling, does she have her hair in a bun like my mother's?" Yan Ruocheng said analytically.
Xiaoling shook her head again and said, "No, it's just a simple double braid."
"Then she must be wearing night clothes." Huang Chenling guessed.
Xiaoling still shook her head and said, "White plain clothes."
"The white plain clothes are so conspicuous, but the guards in the palace didn't notice it. I guess this woman must be familiar with the secret passages of the palace." Yan Ruocheng said.
"It's hard to guard against this." Huang Chenling said.
"There's no need to be on guard. I think that sister is a good person. It came from intuition." Xiao Ling said.
"You just look at someone and say they are a good person, Xiaoling, you can't just rely on intuition. Your mother used to rely on intuition. I don't know how many times she tricked me and led me to a dead end countless times.
Fortunately, I am blessed with good fortune, and if I survive a disaster, I will be blessed later." Huang Chenling said instructively.
Yan Ruozhen snorted and said: "Ahem! You are belittling me to teach him. Who said intuition is inaccurate? Sometimes people's intuition is the first feeling, and often one person gives another person a sense of trust.
It’s all about the first sight. This time, I believed in Xiao Ling’s wisdom. Since she peeked so many times and didn’t spread our secret randomly, it proved that Xiao Ling’s words were right and that woman was not a bad person.
.But I don’t know what her purpose is.”
Huang Chenling disagreed and said, "A person with a purpose is either bad today or bad the day after tomorrow. Anyway, he is not a good guy. Discuss it with Xiulin and see how to lure her out."
"knew."
In a certain private room in the harem, a figure came in from the window. "Where have you been?" asked a beauty.
"I'm not going anywhere? I'm just taking a walk." Yan Zhenzhen said with a smile.
"What's wrong with your forehead? It's bruised." The beauty asked.
Yan Zhenzhen touched his forehead and said thoughtfully: "I just accidentally hit a pillar. Don't worry about small things."
"That's right. The Holy One will never call us to see her. It doesn't matter whether she looks good or not." The beauty said in despair.
"I believe that the Holy Emperor will always come to see us. We enter the palace not just for favor, but to make our lives worthwhile. Why doesn't he come to see us?" Yan Zhenzhen said unconvinced.
"Isn't it just because he is a holy king? He is also a dedicated holy king who only treats the queen. Recently, there are rumors about the scandal between him and the eldest princess. I don't know if it is true or not." The beauty said.
"That eldest princess must be much better than us. I really want to learn from her." Yan Zhenzhen said while untying her braids.
"So you often go out just to meet the eldest princess?" the beauty asked.
"That's about right. I'm tired, I'll go to sleep first." After Yan Zhenzhen finished speaking, he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.
"You should at least wash your feet before going to sleep." The beauty shook her head helplessly. Yan Zhenzhen, who lived with her, was a beautiful girl who entered the palace like her. She also entered the palace for three years and has not been summoned by the Holy Emperor.
Once. But the difference is that Yan Zhenzhen likes to have fun and play around in the palace. He has a smart mind and is never afraid of being discovered by his grandmother and arrested and punished.
On this day, Yan Ruozhen planned to go out to find Queen Wang Xiulin.
Huang Fengmo didn't ask her where she was going, and practiced calligraphy alone.
Yan Ruocheng had just taken a step and looked back. In the past few days, she and he had hardly chatted more than ten words. There had been no quarrels, but neither of them made much noise.
She originally wanted to go out, but after thinking for a while, she changed her mind and retracted her feet.
"Husband, would you like some cakes? I'll ask the imperial kitchen to prepare them." She walked back to him and asked.
"I'm not hungry. There's no need." Huang Fengmo said simply.
Yan Ruocheng sat down, helped him sharpen his ink, and watched him practice calligraphy.
After Huang Fengmo wrote on a stick of incense, he glanced sideways at her. Yan Ruocheng felt sleepy and yawned a little.
"If you feel bored, you can go for a walk." Huang Fengmo stopped writing and said.
Yan Ruozhen shook his head to wake up his sleepy mind and said, "Teach me how to practice calligraphy."
Huang Fengmo said: "I don't need you to stare at me, and I don't need you to please me."
"Husband, I want you to teach me how to practice calligraphy." Yan Ruocheng emphasized again and copied the handwriting he had just written on the rice paper, imitating it in a zigzag manner.
Huang Fengmo was not in the mood to talk nonsense with her and wanted to pick up the crutches and stand up. His legs could now support the crutches alone and he walked slowly. Yan Ruocheng quickly took his crutches and threw them away.
"You! What's wrong with you?" Huang Fengmo wanted to get up, and Yan Ruocheng wanted to pull him down, put one foot on his thigh, and hooked the other on his ankle.
"Willful, I want to be willful. Husband, you have been cold and indifferent to me these past few days. I am not used to it. I don't want to be like this, so I want to show you my willfulness." Yan Ruocheng said.
"You are not willful now, you are disrespectful. Put your feet down." Huang Fengmo pushed her feet away angrily.
Yan Ruocheng picked up the brush and continued to practice calligraphy by himself, deliberately making the writing even more ugly.
Huang Fengmo wanted to get up, but her handwriting was too ugly. He couldn't help but grab her little hand and said, "Can you write more seriously?"
"Teach me." Yan Ruocheng puffed out his cheeks and said.
Huang Fengmo hated being eaten by her every time. He lifted her little hand, moved the brush, and wrote "I love you" in three cursive scripts.
After he finished writing, he didn't make a sound and froze.
Because it was so scrawled, Yan Ruocheng couldn't tell what he wrote. He followed the handwriting and wrote it one more time. He asked, "What are these three characters?"
Huang Fengmo let go of her handwriting and said boringly: "It shows my heart, but you can't even see it."
Yan Ruocheng chuckled and said, "That's too careless. Are your husband's thoughts and thoughts so careless?" She deliberately teased him.
Huang Fengmo picked up the brush and drew it directly on her face.
"Wow--!"
Yan Ruocheng suddenly turned into a big painted face, with ink stains all over his face.
She also picked up the brush and struck back at Huang Fengmo's handsome face.
"you dare!"
"It's weird if you don't dare!"
The two started making trouble and fell to the ground at the same time.
She lay in Huang Fengmo's arms, looking at him with ink marks on his face, and burst out laughing.
Huang Fengmo vented his anger and felt a little better. Seeing her smiling so happily, he sighed.
After Yan Ruocheng had laughed enough, she looked at him quietly. Then she hugged him again.
"Let's make peace, okay?" she said softly.
Huang Fengmo patted her on the back and said, "Go get a basin of water and wash your face. The servants will laugh when they see you."
Yan Ruozhen shook his head and said: "Let them laugh until they have enough. You haven't said goodbye yet."
Huang Fengmo touched her head and said, "Have we ever quarreled? If we haven't quarreled, how can we reconcile."
Yan Ruocheng said: "Husband, please smile." She raised her head and looked at him.
Huang Fengmo couldn't help but stared at her.
Yan Ruocheng kissed him on the mouth and looked at him again.
Huang Fengmo asked: "Did you kiss me to comfort me, or to coax me?" His eyes had long lost the previous expectation.
"Kiss only if you like her." Yan Ruocheng said simply.
"Your love has turned into love. It's just that you don't know it yet." Huang Fengmo pushed her away and got up.
Yan Ruocheng grabbed his hand, shook his head and said, "No."
Huang Fengmo took her hand, helped her up, and said: "Maybe you know. I have become selfish. I'm afraid if I continue like this, I won't let you go. Yes.
I hate it a little, because this way, I will wake up one day and be able to let go of your hand easily."
His hand held hers tightly, with no intention of letting go.
Yan Ruocheng leaned in front of him, hugged his waist, put his head close to her shoulder, and said: "It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you are selfish, I am the same. If you don't want to let go, don't let go.
.Don’t force yourself to do things you don’t like. Don’t think so much, you are my husband and you still are.”
"That may not be the case in the future." Huang Fengmo said sarcastically.
"Don't think too much, no one knows what will happen in the future." Yan Ruocheng said in a deceptive way.
The two chatted one by one, and the atmosphere slowly became the same as before.