The night was dark, the crescent moon that was shining brightly a quarter of an hour ago was suddenly covered by dark clouds, the room was only illuminated by candles for an instant, and the entire bedroom was dim.
Ji Ting half unbuttoned his clothes, revealing one side of his tight and fair shoulders, his pupils were full of water, and his red lips were still stained with a little pastry crumbs. She seemed to have noticed it, raised her hand to wipe off the debris, looked at the thing from her lips to her fingertips, and ate it with a dazed expression.
Shen Tuchuan's throat suddenly tightened, and he asked in a hoarse voice for a while, "What is Your Highness doing?"
Ji Ting paused for a moment, and then slowly looked at him, but his beautiful face was full of innocence: "Mr. Shentu thinks, what is this palace doing?"
"... Do you like it?" He asked again.
Ji Ting raised the corners of her lips and nodded lightly: "I like it."
"Then eat more." Shen Tuchuan forced himself to look away, but his ears were uncontrollably listening to her movements.
But since he stopped looking at her, he couldn't hear any sound. After a long while, he still couldn't help looking over, but suddenly found that Ji Ting, who was still sitting on the chair just now, had arrived in front of him at some point, stretched out Kodan's fingers, dyed red, grabbed his arm.
"Can I eat more if I like it?" The smile on Ji Ting's face remained the same, but his expression became seductive, making people want to back away.
Shen Tuchuan resisted the urge to run away, and said sullenly, "Naturally."
"Then if I like you, can I eat you too?" Ji Ting posted over.
Shen Tuchuan was startled, then clenched his fists instantly: "Your Highness, don't make jokes."
"I'm not kidding, I just like you." Ji Wen heard, hooked his collar and walked towards the bed.
Shen Tuchuan is a man, a man who is a hundred times stronger than a weak woman like her, but at this time he is powerless to resist, so he can only let her pull him over.
The wind at night was a bit cool, and after opening the window, it also brought a bit of coolness to the bedroom, but it couldn't blow the heat away.
When the sky was about to break, Shen Tuchuan slowly opened his eyes. He was the only one breathing in the room. He could understand more than ever what is a dream and what is a reality. He stared at the roof for a long time, then lifted the quilt, stared at the quilt blankly for a moment, then went to change his clothes and went out to wash the underwear he wore last night.
When he couldn't fall asleep, Her Highness the Princess felt heartless until the sun was high, and then woke up leisurely in satisfaction.
The first thing Ji Ting did after opening his eyes was to quickly find the square scarf that Shen Tuchuan gave him last night, and he was relieved when he found it. Looking at the black blood stains on the square scarf, Ji Ting thought about stuffing it under the pillow, but he didn't stuff it all in, but exposed a blood-stained corner so that people could see it at a glance.
Not long after she woke up, the maids were about to come over to wash her up, Ji Ting waved her hands with a 'weak' face, and said in a low voice: "You all go out, I want to rest for a while."
"Your Highness, why do you look so listless, but are you sick?" the servant girl asked worriedly.
This is what Ji Ting wanted, but he coughed and shook his head feebly: "I'm fine, don't tell him, lest he get worried."
The maids looked at each other, said yes with worried faces, and then filed out.
A quarter of an hour later, Mu Yuzhi came, and Fuyun followed, and ran over in a hurry as soon as he entered the door: "Your Highness is unwell?"
"Fuyun, don't worry, I just don't have much energy, so there's nothing serious." Ji Ting comforted softly.
Fu Yun frowned: "Your Highness, it doesn't look like it's okay, it's the first time I've seen you like this, no, I'm going to see the imperial physician."
He said that he was about to leave, Ji Ting quickly grabbed him, Fuyun saw the blood stains under her pillow with sharp eyes, immediately pulled out the scarf, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?! Why is there such a thing?" How much blood?!"
Mu Yu took it with a serious face, and before he could ask, Ji Ting explained: "It's a nosebleed, maybe it's because of too much mending in the past few days, so I bleed a little, and I feel a little dizzy today."
She originally wanted to tell Mu Yu directly, but this guy is a monkey, what if he thinks she is fake, so she just went around in circles to make him believe her.
Mu Yuzhi took her pulse with a sullen face, and after a while, his face softened slightly: "Your Highness's pulse is strong, and it really doesn't seem to be sick. Apart from some dizziness, is there any other discomfort?"
"...Is being hungry considered unwell?" Ji Ting looked serious.
Mu Yu raised the corners of his lips: "Of course it counts."
"Your Highness, don't worry, I'll ask the kitchen to deliver food to you right now." Seeing that nothing was wrong, Fu Yun felt relieved.
Ji Ting hurriedly said: "Don't give me the medicinal food, I can't make it any more."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I'll ask them to cook some delicious food for you." After Fu Yun promised, he turned and left.
Ji Ting breathed a sigh of relief in satisfaction, caught off guard and met Mu Yu's thoughtful eyes, and explained with a guilty conscience: "The blood is really mine."
"I know that His Highness will not joke about such things." Mu Yuzhi smiled gently.
Only then did Ji Ting heave a sigh of relief, but before she lay down, she heard Mu Yuzhi ask: "But can your Highness tell Yuzhi why Shentuchuan's square scarf is here with you?"
"..."
"Your Highness?" Mu Yu raised his eyebrows.
Ji Ting blinked her eyes, and frowned solemnly: "There is nothing on this handkerchief, how can you be sure that it belongs to Shen Tuchuan?" She even made sure that she didn't have any features before she dared to take it.
"It's true that there is nothing, but the towels and handkerchiefs of the Princess Mansion have special patterns. Except for Shen Tuchuan, no one in the whole house uses such handkerchiefs. Your Highness thinks that this matter should not be done." Explain?" Mu Yuzhi's smile remained unchanged.
... Really nothing can be hidden from this old fox, Ji Ting's mouth twitched: "I went to see him last night."
"Why go?" Mu Yu asked.
"I heard from Fuyun that he was injured by Chu Yan, so I wanted to go see him, but I was afraid that you would misunderstand, so I didn't dare to tell you, I went there secretly, and then I got a nosebleed on his side, so I took the kerchief I got it back." In the face of absolute IQ suppression, Ji Ting could only tell the truth.
"Your Highness didn't have a nosebleed because of seeing Shen Tuchuan?"
"Of course not! I overfilled it!" Ji Ting looked humiliated.
Mu Yu nodded slightly: "But Chu Yan was also injured by him, why didn't His Highness go to see Chu Yan?"
"... because I know you guys will take good care of him."
"So Your Highness thinks we won't take good care of Shen Tuchuan?"
Ji Ting was dumb, and laughed dryly for a long while: "How could it be, Yu Qi is the most general person in the world, and he would never bully others like this." It was indeed her villainous heart before.
Mu Yuzhi looked at her quietly for a long time, and after a while he showed an unclear smile: "If Your Highness really thinks so, Yuzhi will be very pleased."
"Anyway, that's the matter. It's really my fault. I should tell you before I go. Now that you've caught me, I can't explain it clearly." Ji Ting was dejected.
The smile on Mu Yuzhi's face became real now, and he stretched out his hand to comfort her and patted her on the head, comforting her softly: "It's my fault, I didn't make you more trustworthy, if you still want to see him in the future, don't be sneaky, go directly That is, if anyone dares to spread nonsense again, I will drive them out of the general's residence."
Hearing that he supports and trusts her so much, Ji Ting felt sore and felt a little guilty at the same time. She raised her head moved and saw Mu Yu looking at her lovingly. His face seemed to be written all over. Big characters: Dad loves you.
"..." Although I know that he feels like an elder towards me, is it really okay to show such an expression naked when the two of them are only two or three years apart
"Then, are you not angry with me?" Ji Ting asked carefully.
Mu Yuzhi chuckled: "You've told the truth, how could I be angry, besides, the past few days have been too harsh on you, so you don't need to eat the medicinal food from today on."
"Really? It's great to be with you!" Ji Ting looked grateful.
As soon as she finished speaking, she smelled a scent, she followed the scent, and saw Fu Yun directing a group of servant girls to put food on the table, all of which were big fish and meat that she dreamed of.
bark. Ji Ting felt himself swallowing.
"Has your Highness finished it?" Mu Yuzhi asked suddenly.
Ji Ting nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he heard him say to the rest of the people: "Your Highness had a nosebleed last night because of too much mending, so you can't eat these hot things. Today, white porridge is served with side dishes, and nothing else is allowed. supply."
"Yes."
Ji Ting: "?"
When a group of people withdrew the big fish and meat, she realized that she hurriedly went to the ground, but she accidentally tripped and fell on the pedal, begging at the top of her lungs: "Leave me a chicken leg! "
However, her begging could only get the group to leave faster. On the table that was still full of color and fragrance just now, there was only a plate of cucumbers and a bowl of porridge left in an instant. She was lying on the pedals, with a small hand raised in the air, and her whole body was about to tremble.
Mu Yu picked him up from the ground, Ji Ting looked at him sadly: "Didn't you agree not to be angry?"
"It's not angry, it's just that His Highness's current body cannot eat those." Mu Yu smiled.
Ji Ting pouted: "Then I lost so much blood, why don't I mend it?"
"If Your Highness wants to make up, can you continue to take the medicinal diet?" Mu Yu asked back.
Ji Ting shut up instantly, and lay back on the bed listlessly, not interested in the cucumbers and porridge on the table. Fu Yun came over to comfort him: "His Royal Highness, you can get up and eat. Brother Mu is also for your own good. After two days when you recover, I will buy you roast chicken."
"...you are all liars." Ji Ting is completely tired of hearing the word 'roasted chicken' now.
Seeing that she was planning to fight to the end, Fu Yun couldn't help panicking: "Your Highness..."
"The porridge is on the table. If your highness is hungry, remember to eat it. Fuyun, let's go out first, so don't disturb your highness's rest." Mu Yuzhi said gently.
Fu Yun looked at him hesitantly, but finally followed him out. Ji Ting turned twice on the bed, then sat up angrily.
After a stalemate for half an hour, she sat down at the table unhappily, drank the porridge in one go, and found sadly that since she was tossed to death by the medicinal diet some time ago, she actually felt that this kind of plain porridge with nothing in it was also a porridge. nice drink.
Another bite of cucumber... well, not bad.
So Ji Tingg spent her days eating herbal diet instead of eating porridge and side dishes. If she was not still lying on her 180-kilometer-wide carved bed, wearing each hairpin that was priceless, she would have thought I am now living in a temple.
After being told by Mu for a few words, Ji Ting went to Chu Yan's place to have a look at him, and frowned after seeing his dark circles: "This Shen Tuchuan is too ruthless."
"It's a humble job and inferior skills." Chu Yan's cool face began to release cold air when he thought that he could do nothing with a knife.
Ji Ting patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "You are still young, when you reach his age, you will definitely be better than him."
"I'm only three years younger than him." Chu Yan refused to accept this comforting reason.
Ji Ting thought about it for a while: "Don't underestimate this three-year-old, he will be seventy when you are sixty-seven, wouldn't it be like playing with a seventy-year-old old man?"
"Your Highness, what do you mean I can win against him until I'm seventy?" Chu Yan began to vent his air-conditioning again.
... Poor God, she really didn't mean that. Ji Ting sighed and was about to explain when a maid came in with a tray, and when she saw Ji Ting was there, she was so anxious that she left without even saying hello.
Ji Ting saw her sharply: "Stop, what are you holding?"
"Nothing." The servant girl put her hands behind her back, not daring to show her at all.
Ji Ting snorted softly: "I've already smelled it, so hurry up and send it here." She recently ate cucumbers and her eyes turned green, and now she smelled the soft and sweet pastry, so naturally she refused to let it go.
The maid looked at Chu Yan for help, and Chu Yan frowned: "Your Highness, you should know that even if this thing is put down, the humble job will not allow you to eat it." Ji Tingbu has been very angry these days The whole princess manor knew about it, and they all wanted to help her calm down, so naturally he wouldn't let her eat indiscriminately.
Ji Ting stared: "It's against you, I just want to eat!"
"No, His Highness is not allowed to eat anything except porridge before he recovers." Chu Yan was very firm.
"Then how can you eat it?" Why does the whole family live so well, but she is the only one living an ascetic life
Chu Yan glanced at her calmly: "The humble job was to accompany the princess, but he was injured recently, and Mu Yuzhi ordered Shen Tuchuan and me to make up for it, so he sent food here every day. Since the princess doesn't like it, That humble job will not be eaten from today on.”
"...you eat, eat, or you'll think I'm harsh on you." Ji Ting got up angrily and walked out. When passing by the maid, she reached out to grab the pastry, but the maid quickly avoided her, making her even more ashamed , and left with a dark face.
That night.
Ji Ting, who only drank half a bowl of porridge, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, her stomach made rumbling sounds from time to time. After a long time, she sighed and got up unhappily.
Go steal something from the kitchen, or you won't be able to sleep tonight.
The moment this idea came to Ji Ting's mind, he ran barefoot to the closet. After searching inside, he finally found a simple dress.
After changing into a light blue dress, she pulled her hair up casually, and the hair at the temples fell down inadvertently, making her face a little more gentle. She ignored her random hair and sneaked out in the dark.
It is convenient to wear light clothes. Occasionally, when you meet a servant girl, you can hide lightly, and you will soon arrive at the kitchen door.
After looking around for a week, he slipped in to find something to eat. A quarter of an hour later, she came out dejectedly, her hands were empty, only her stomach was rumbling louder.
... Mu Yuzhi is really cruel, there is so many permanent residents in such a big princess mansion, there is no leftovers left.
She pursed her lips and walked towards her yard, and suddenly thought of what Chu Yan said today, that Mu Yu asked someone to send him and Shen Tuchuan food to nourish their bodies... Does that mean that Shen Tuchuan has food there
Ji Ting's shameful heart was moved, but thinking that every time he was punished it was because of Shen Tuchuan, if he was discovered again this time, he might be punished again.
... But if you don't go, you will be hungry until dawn before you can eat porridge.
Ji Ting paused, and walked resolutely to the Shentuchuan courtyard. Regardless, drinking poison to quench thirst is better than dying of thirst, at least you can drink enough water before dying.
She walked into Shen Tuchuan's other courtyard muttering, and as soon as she entered, she saw Shen Tuchuan sitting in the yard, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Your Highness?" Shen Tuchuan looked at her, and when he saw her different gentle attire, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, thinking it was still his dream.
Ji Ting laughed: "Can you be a ghost if you're not Ben Gong? Your habits are not very good. If you sleep so late at night, don't you have to sleep longer during the day?"
"Your Highness is laughing. The grass people just couldn't figure out some things recently, so they couldn't sleep peacefully at night." Shen Tuchuan replied with downcast eyes.
When Ji heard him sitting next to him, he paused for a moment: "Oh? But what can't be figured out?"
Shen Tuchuan looked at her flawless face under the moonlight, and gave a bitter chuckle.
"If you don't tell me, I know that it's just because I miss my parents. Don't worry, Mr. Shentu. You can stay here for a few more days. When the time is right, I will send you to reunite with your parents." Ji Listen to what you think is dignified.
Shen Tuchuan pursed his lips, and said calmly for a while: "The emperor was the most cautious of the Shentu family before, and this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. If your highness is affected by recklessness, I am afraid that the gain will outweigh the loss."
"That's right, Mr. Shentu is still thoughtful." Ji Ting smiled.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her again, forced himself to look away, and did not answer her words. The atmosphere turned cold for a while, Ji Ting was a little restless, and asked cautiously for a while, "You don't want to know what I'm here for?"
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised a slight arc: "I heard that Her Royal Highness had a nosebleed a few nights ago, so everyone in the Princess's mansion was looking at her, not letting her eat indiscriminately. I was hungry, so I came to Caomin."
"..." As the head of the family, does she have no privacy at all
The author has something to say: Ji Ting: Chuaner, why are you unhappy
Chuaner: Everyone rebelled and liked Muyu, would you be happy if it was you
Ji Ting: happy
Chuaner: ...why
Ji Ting: Because I also like Dad