"Then let's sing tomorrow?" Zhao Jingting raised her eyebrows and had time to negotiate terms with him.
"...Okay," Xie Lun finally got rid of that annoying hand, but he smiled for a long time. As soon as he met the man's teasing eyes, he felt really embarrassed, and suddenly buried his head in the red quilt, Inside, he asked angrily, "Why do you insist on listening to "Eighteen Touches"? You are so old and dishonest."
"No, I can't wait until tomorrow..." The next second, Zhao Jingting suddenly lifted the quilt and got in, "Can I be so serious when I'm with you?"
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The capital of Tubo.
Songbao Palace.
The third prince has not been living well these past few days. The condition of his father, the emperor and his mother has not improved. With the onset of winter, the condition has worsened a lot. Both the imperial doctor and the witch doctor are helpless. They told the three princes in private that the emperor The queen and the queen were afraid that they would not be able to survive the Double Ninth Festival. The eldest prince and the second prince were ready to make a move. The court and the harem were all busy for a while, so how could they care about their parents? But he, the powerless youngest son, had nothing to do all day long, so naturally the burden of taking care of the emperor and empress fell on his shoulders.
He missed Yin Shuyi very much, really so much, but he had to stay by his father's side and his mother's side. His father, the emperor, and his mother might die at any time, and he couldn't leave anyone watching. He hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights. , tired and confused, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the princess comes to the palace to stay for a while, just in time to take over his duties, and he can finally leave the palace.
He did not go back to his mansion, but went directly to Songbao Palace.
He is really tired. Every time at this time, he will always think of Yin Shuyi. Whenever possible, he will go to Yin Shuyi. This is a habit developed over the years. Although Yin Shuyi has now moved into Songbao Palace, how many pairs of eyes are staring at her. , but he still couldn't care anymore. He missed Yin Shuyi so much that he couldn't stand it.
Yin Shuyi opened the door and was stunned as soon as she saw the third prince: "Why are you here? Didn't you say that you are waiting in the palace and can't get out easily?"
"Sister Yin, I'm very tired," the third prince looked at Yin Shuyi. He was very tall and strong. Standing in front of the petite Yin Shuyi, he looked even taller and burly, but he was such a tall and thick third prince. , but looked like a pitiful puppy in front of Yin Shuyi, "Sister Yin, can you let me go in and take a rest?"
"Come in." The third prince's face looked bad, and Yin Shuyi could naturally tell it and let him in.
"Sister Yin, I want to eat the chicken noodle soup you made." After entering the main hall, the third prince sat on the soft couch for a while, and then said pitifully to Yin Shuyi, "I really want to eat it. I have been really hungry these days. sharp."
"Okay, just wait. It just so happened that General Zhao sent me a lot of things yesterday, and there just happened to be a few chickens ready," Yin Shuyi said with a smile, while pouring a cup of hot Pu'er and handing it to the third prince, she said, "You should sleep for a while first. When you wake up, you will have food."
The tea cooked by Yin Shuyi was very fragrant. The third prince held the cup of tea in both hands. Before he drank it, he felt that his whole body was warm. He nodded to Yin Shuyi: "Then I will take a nap first."
"Sleep well," Yin Shuyi said with a smile, while taking a thick quilt from the bed and placing it on the soft couch, she said to the third prince, "Don't push off the quilt, and don't drool."