Because too many things happened during the day, and each of them was something they needed to think deeply about at the moment, Yun Zishu and Sicang chatted a little late that night, and did not go to bed until midnight.
Early the next morning, Yun Zishu woke up at dawn. When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure beside the bed. Yun Zishu was really confused.
"Your Highness, please sleep a little longer." Sicang stood in front of the bed, "I slept late last night."
Only then did Yun Zishu remember it. She took a breath and slowly sat up: "I can't sleep anymore."
Sicang turned around to get her some clothes. Yun Zishu stood up to change her clothes and asked casually, "Leng Yue and Leng Shuang aren't there?"
"Your Highness, you don't want to be served by your subordinates?" Sicang paused.
This is a bit strange to ask.
All the people serving the princess were maids, how could any man serve her personally? However, when Yun Zishu saw Sicang's expression that he might withdraw sadly at any time, her words changed to: "Not really."
"I will not overstep my bounds." Sicang whispered, "If His Highness doesn't like it, I will let Leng Yue come in and serve you."
Yun Zishu wanted to tell him that this was out of line, but he had become her personal shadow guard, and everything else seemed to be irrelevant.
"No need to dress too formally." She said, "We are not going out today. Wear something loose and light to make it easier to do things."
"yes."
Next, she changed clothes, washed up, and dressed up. After finishing the simple work, Leng Yue and her maid prepared breakfast and placed the plates on the dining table.
Yun Zishu and Sicang sat down to eat. After the meal, Sicang prepared the needle and ink, took a bath himself, and came in wearing a single coat.
Yun Zishu looked at him: "Can we start?"
"Um."
Yun Zishu then went to wash her hands and sat down on the pear wood stool. On the desk next to her were the things needed for tattooing. Sicang knelt down in front of Yun Zishu with his back to her, took off his shirt, and
Revealing the smooth lines of his back, his lean and strong body is clearly displayed before his eyes.
She leaned forward slightly to make it easier for Yun Zishu to take action.
A lamp was lit on the table next to him. Yun Zishu first wiped his fair and strong shoulders and back with strong liquor, then picked up a pen and wrote the word "Zishu" on it. Originally, he wanted to write it on
In the middle, however, when she started writing, Yun Zishu suddenly thought of something. She moved the pen tip slightly and wrote the words on the left shoulder.
Tattooing is a process that requires absolute silence.
Leng Yue and Leng Shuang were guarding outside the palace. Yun Zishu had told her in advance that no one was allowed to come and disturb her today.
"Your Highness, don't be too nervous." Si Cang knelt down with his back to Zi Shu, his voice sounded calm and calm, "Tattooing is very simple. If there are prisoners in the prison who need tattoos on their faces, the jailers will do it directly -"
"You're not a prisoner." Yun Zishu's voice was calm. She heated the needle on the fire, lit the ink, and began to tattoo seriously and attentively. "It hurts a little, just bear with it."
Sicang is not afraid of pain.
He had endured all those years of inhumanly cruel training in the Shadow Pavilion. How could he care about this little pain?
He just...
Slightly closing his eyes, Si Cang silently felt the movements of those weak and slender hands on his back. The dense sting caused by the needle tip piercing his skin was not as deep as the feeling her hands brought to him.
It actually didn't take long to finish tattooing the two words, it could be finished in half an hour, but he hoped that the process could last longer.
The hall was quiet and peaceful.
The whole tattooing process was very quiet, no one said anything. Yun Zishu concentrated on what she was doing, meticulously and carefully, never forgetting to pay attention to Sicang's reaction, seeing that he really didn't show any obvious expression of pain.
, and then continued to complete the action in hand with confidence and boldness.
After pricking, soak a clean white soft cloth in water mixed with medicine, wring it dry, and wipe it gently.
Yun Zishu quietly looked at the two words tattooed on his shoulder with her own hands, and had a subtle feeling that this person truly belonged to her.
"Sicang." She started like a ghost, "If you have my name tattooed on your body, you will belong to me from now on. You are not allowed to fall in love with other women in this life, and you are not allowed to do things that make me unhappy. You will be loyal to me for the rest of your life.
I will never regret it until my death."
Sicang straightened his back, turned around and knelt down, and said in a calm and steady voice: "I will not betray His Highness or do anything to make His Highness unhappy. I will only obey His Highness's orders in this life and will never regret it."
Yun Zishu then saw his flat chest. At that moment, she was actually considering whether to look away or just admire it. However, when her eyes fell on the long-standing scars on his chest, her face
There was no longer a relaxed look on his face, replaced by a long silence.
Her slender hands gently stroked the long mark on his body that almost ran from his chest to his abdomen. Recalling the dangerous incident in her youth, she said lightly: "I still remember this wound."
Sicang lowered his head and suppressed the trembling of his body.
He knew that he was helpless in front of her, and every time he met her, the self-control he was proud of would be destroyed.
But even if it is torture, he is willing to endure it.
"This wound almost killed you."
Si Cang came back to his senses and remembered the time when he was most seriously injured. He was indeed very close to the gate of hell. He was seriously injured and fell into a drowsy sleep for an unknown length of time. When he woke up, the injury had been well treated. The herbs applied to the wound were...
They are all medicinal materials that she pounded herself.
I still remember that there were crystal blisters on the palms of both her hands.
"This life was saved by the master." He said solemnly, "It will belong to the master from now on."
Yun Zishu frowned: "You don't need to be under too much psychological pressure, and you don't need to remind yourself who saved your life all the time."
Sicang lowered his head: "I will never forget this."
Yun Zishu took his clothes and put them on him: "I don't want you to be too burdened. No matter what you do, I hope that you are willing to do it and even be happy for it.
Encouraged by the kindness of saving my life."
Si Cang couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the words on the back. It was her name and her mark.
This is what he is happy about, without any burden.
Staying by her side every day, doing things for her, listening to her talk, eating with her, and watching her sleep are all things that make him happy, without any reluctance.
Seeing that he was motionless, Yun Zishu couldn't help but remind him: "Put on your clothes and let Leng Yue make a pot of tea."
Si Cang lowered his head and said yes, with a faint trace of disappointment in his heart. He raised his hand to tidy up his clothes and watched Yun Zishu put away needles, ink and other utensils. He seemed to have finally completed something he had been thinking about, "
Your Highness is tired."
Yun Zishu shook her head slowly: "Tattooing is a relatively new thing to me. Most people haven't had the opportunity to try it. Fortunately, you are not afraid of pain, otherwise I might not dare to do it."
Sicang stood up and walked out, asking Leng Yue to make tea. He turned around and saw Yun Zishu also walking out.
Leng Yue looked at the commander, then at Yun Zishu, "Your Highness, is it over?"
"Um."
Leng Yue said: "Then I have something to report, is it appropriate now?"
Yun Zishu nodded: "It's appropriate."
Leng Yue handed over a post: "Just now, the fourth princess ordered someone to send an invitation. She said that she invited her highness to go to the Shangshu Mansion to have tea and talk about the relationship between sisters."
Talk about sisterly love?
Yun Zishu took the post, glanced at it casually, and threw it to the side: "It's true that someone will give you a pillow when you are sleepy. Sicang, what do you think?"