Silence returned to the palace, and Yun Zishu and Sicang Ergenzi were finally at peace.
"The matter between Xiao Yunheng and Li Xue should be completely settled. I don't want to waste time with them anymore." After Yun Zishu had eaten and drank, she stood up and walked to the window to sit down. "I will go to Xiao's house tomorrow and tell Mrs. Xiao,
Let’s just say that Xiao Yunheng’s medical fee and food cost a total of ten thousand taels of gold, so let the Xiao family raise the money to deliver it within three days.”
After saying that, Yun Zishu emphasized again, "Remember, it's ten thousand taels of gold, not silver."
Leng Yue nodded: "Yes, Your Highness, don't worry."
"Ten thousand taels of gold are exchanged for Xiao Yunheng's freedom... Oh, to be precise, it should be exchanged for Xiao Yunheng's life." Yun Zishu picked up the roster that had been placed on the table before, and said in a calm and cold voice, "I, this palace
I said that if we want the Xiao family's military power, we can't let them live in peace."
Ten thousand taels of gold is not a small amount. Even the most favored official in the court cannot get it for a while. If he can get it, it will inevitably make people think of corruption and perversion of the law.
After all, the salaries of ministers are just that, plus some rewards from the emperor when they perform meritorious services. After excluding the food and drink expenses of the whole family, the monthly salary of servants, and internal and external management, most official families have very little left - at least on the surface, they really need to do everything.
There's not much illusion left.
As for how much money they have privately, they know it well.
But Yun Zishu knew that the Xiao family could get it.
Xiao Yunheng refused to give up despite repeated setbacks. He came again in the evening, but this time he failed to enter the palace smoothly. He was forcibly dragged back to Qingchen Residence by Leng Yue and Leng Shuang, and was shackled again, shouting angrily.
I lost my freedom again amidst the abuse and abuse.
The night is dark like a waterfall.
Yun Zishu was leaning on the bedside reading a book. She was reading about military strategies and strategies.
Being reborn once is not her greatest confidence. She needs to be careful every step of the way, and there is no room for error in any step.
Sicang stood aside, staring at her calm and refined little face. Under the soft light, her face was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
If he could see her every day in the future, even if he just maintained this kind of relationship, it would be extremely satisfying for Sicang.
No one in this world is worthy of her.
During the past few days as a private shadow guard, he stayed in the most secret corner with the best view every night, where he could openly peek at her sleeping appearance. At this time, he felt more satisfied and fulfilled than ever before.
Tonight, Sicang was a little uneasy with the status quo, and his heart was a little throbbing.
Time passed little by little.
When Yun Zishu put down her book and started to go to bed, Sicang jumped up and disappeared before her eyes like a ghost. Yun Zishu, who had long been accustomed to his elusiveness, calmly pulled up the thin quilt and covered her up.
I thought it would be another night till dawn.
However, not long after, Sicang silently jumped down from the beam, stood in front of the bed and stared at her quiet and gentle face while sleeping, and suddenly felt the urge to kiss her.
However, Sicang restrained this impulse.
She is so beautiful, so noble, noble and holy. She is a royal princess who cannot be blasphemed and is not something he can offend.
But I really want to.
Si Cang quietly sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at her face sideways, and quietly reached out his hand, wanting to touch the creamy skin on her face. He thought it should be very soft... but it still didn't work.
He quickly retracted his hand, stood up with a guilty conscience, and ducked behind the curtain.
Yun Zishu is also a martial arts practitioner, and the slightest disturbance can wake her up. Although Sicang has been extremely careful in his movements, the well-trained Shadow Guard is best at hiding his emotions.
But Sicang's mood was a little leaked tonight.
Yun Zishu opened her eyes and quietly felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the inner hall. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly and couldn't help but think about the special relationship and relationship between her and Sicang. I'm afraid there will be no other in the world.
That’s it.
If anyone found out, they would definitely criticize her verbally and in writing, scolding her for not observing ethics and scolding them for being shameless.
If it weren't for her rebirth, Yun Zishu probably wouldn't have accepted such a relationship. A private shadow guard... was a bit too personal.
However, with the memories of her previous life, she knew that nothing was more important than living, living to take revenge, living to let her enemies be punished one by one, and living to make up for the sorrow and pain that her previous life had brought to Sicang.
As long as it can make him happy and make him feel at ease, what is etiquette?
Yun Zishu said calmly: "Sicang."
A figure flashed before his eyes, and Sicang knelt in front of the bed: "I know my mistakes despite my humble position."
"Do you know what's wrong?" Yun Zishu sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Sicang pursed his lips and remained silent.
"I just want to talk to you."
"Yes." Si Cang breathed a sigh of relief, "What does Your Highness want to say?"
"Sit down." Yun Zishu patted the edge of the bed, "Let's chat casually."
Sicang hesitated for a moment, then stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Although it was against the rules, being so close to her made him feel that the rules were so important.
"I used to be reluctant to step on an ant to death, but now I dare to kill people." Yun Zishu looked at Sicang's cold and sharp face, "Do you think I have changed a lot compared to before?"
Sicang's eyes were extremely calm and serious: "No matter what your Highness becomes, you will still be Your Highness and will not become someone else."
Yun Zishu smiled.
"You have become accustomed to being cold and ruthless in the day-to-day killings. If you have the opportunity to get married in this life, you should actually marry a girl as gentle as water to give you warmth and let you know what love is." She sighed.
His tone was, "For me, feelings are no longer the most important thing in life, and I may not fall in love with anyone wholeheartedly in the future..."
"Your Highness." Sicang interrupted her, "You are doing well this way, you are better than before."
"Um?"
"His Highness used to be as gentle as water, but he was always a little indecisive, not ruthless enough, and not neat enough in doing things." Si Cang narrowed his eyes, and his deep voice sounded particularly mellow and sweet at night, "If His Highness has not changed, he will still be the same Highness as before, humble and humble.
I will protect His Highness well in this life and never let His Highness be bullied by others again."
Yun Zishu raised her eyebrows: "What now?"
"Your Highness has changed a lot now. If you respect your humble position, Your Highness can protect yourself. Then your humble position is just a knife in His Highness's hand, guarding you silently. I will do whatever Your Highness asks me to do." Si Cang spoke calmly and calmly.
Determined and full of convincing power, "Your humble position can be your Highness's sharpest weapon and strongest backing."
Yun Zishu raised her eyebrows slightly, "I didn't expect you to say such words."
"His Highness has left a mark on Bei Shi. Bei Shi will be His Highness's for the rest of his life and will never leave him."
Yun Zishu was silent for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little throbbing.
She occasionally thinks that she must have done many, many good things in her previous life to meet a strong and loyal man like Sicang in this life...
And he is so good-looking.
Yun Zishu looked at Sicang's face. The serious expression on his face gradually became less relaxed, and his expression became much more relaxed.
"I've never asked you, how old were you when you joined the Shadow Pavilion?"
Si Cang said: "It should be three or four years old. I don't remember clearly."
"Most of the shadow guards in the Shadow Pavilion come from poor families and have too many children to raise, or they are orphans without fathers and mothers." Yun Zishu looked at Sicang's angular silhouette thoughtfully,
"But among the poor people, there are very few people with a face as good as yours."
Si Cang narrowed his eyes: "As long as His Highness likes it."
"I guess you don't come from an ordinary family."
Indeed not.
Sicang responded silently.
"But if he comes from a wealthy family, it is unlikely that his family will be willing to send his son to Shadow Pavilion."
Sicang lowered his head: "Your Highness is right."
"What do you think?"
Sicang said: "I don't have any ideas."
"Have you ever checked your life experience?"
"No." Sicang's voice was low and steady, and no emotion could be heard. "If your Highness wants to know, you can go and check it out."
"How to check?" Yun Zishu frowned, "I believe that all the shadow guards in the Shadow Pavilion, whether they are alive or dead, should have had their clues and marks wiped out. It is impossible to find out their identities.
.”
Sicang was silent for a longer time this time. He was hesitating whether to tell her or not, but he heard Yun Zishu say: "It's getting late, go to bed first, and we'll talk about anything tomorrow."
Sicang came back to his senses: "I'm not sleepy."
"I'm sleepy." Yun Zishu smiled half-heartedly, "Although martial arts practitioners are full of energy, I am still young and must get enough sleep. Otherwise, I will have a bad temper. If I get angry at you -"
"I am willing to be angered by His Highness." Sicang said this, but still stood up, "Your Highness should go to bed early, I will wait until His Highness goes to sleep."
Yun Zishu hummed and lay down on the bed again.
There was only one light in the inner hall, and the light was not bright. Si Cang stood in front of the bed, looking at her sleeping face after closing her eyes lustfully. The more he looked at it, the more he fell into despair.
The night passed quietly and slowly, as if everything in the world had disappeared. Only the girl in front of him seemed to be carved into the depths of his heart little by little, making him just want to look at her, guard her, and protect her.