Yongning Marquis Mansion, above the silent courtyard, the stars are few and shining.

This night, Xiaohui, who has always been higher than the sky, tossed and turned excitedly, unable to sleep all night, and kept hovering in her mind thinking about the things that her mother taught her before going to bed, especially those unheard of boudoir secret techniques, which were like a few cats staring in her heart, disturbing her thoughts.

When the morning dawned, there was a faint light penetrating into the window, and a row of phoenix tails under the window cast their shadows on the white paper window under the illumination of the morning light, swaying, she looked, her thoughts were groggy and chaotic, and she closed her eyes in a daze.

I don't know what I dreamed of in my dream, Mama turned over and got up, and when she passed by her door, she heard a faint sound of "uh-huh" from inside.

Choosing a concubine room for Dong Ce, and inserting Xiaohui into it without revealing a trace, and not being able to pick those maids who are stronger than Xiaohui among the selected maids to cover Xiaohui's limelight, but also to be able to fit the heart of the Bai family, Mama also had insomnia last night, and after a sieve, she screened the maids in the house in turn.

yawned, put two dark circles under his eyes, and after hurriedly washing, he rushed to Bai's house to serve.

At the same time, Xiao Yi, the third prince, was dressed loosely, holding a sharp sword, waving up and down in the small courtyard of the study, and the full set of swordsmanship was about three or five sets of practice before stopping.

Since he learned martial arts at the age of five, he has never stopped dancing swords in the morning, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, thunderstorms and snowstorms, roosters and dances, it has long been an unchangeable part of his life.

Seeing Xiao Yi exhaling and retracting his momentum, the little guy standing on the side hurriedly handed over the wrung towel up, Xiao Yi threw the sword to him with one hand, took the towel with the other, wiped the sweat dripping from the front and back of his forehead and neck, and walked towards the bathroom on the side of the study.

In the scorching heat and severe winter, his bath water is always covered with ice, and only in this way, as if at the very beginning of this day, he can remind him that the world is cold and unpredictable, and any step he takes must be carefully considered.

Only the water mixed with ice ballast can make his mind clear at all times.

After washing, he changed into clean clothes, and a little maid took breakfast and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard of the study according to Xiao Yi's instructions.

A bowl of white porridge, two plates of steamed buns, and a few servings of vegetarian dishes are extremely bland.

Sitting still, before he could lift the chopstick, Xiao Yi glanced at the food in front of him, turned his head and stretched out his hand, and took over a white cat that was holding the little guy beside him in his arms.

This white cat, with a white body and no variegated color, is exactly the same as the one in Xiao Jingyu's arms.

The clear eyes shone with a bewitching and seductive light, like a dark and deep swamp, which made people feel cold at the bottom of their hearts.

Xiao Yi didn't take care of this cat as carefully as Xiao Jingyu, so he was cautious and rudely lifted its neck and placed it on his knees.

The cat seemed to feel some crisis, struggling desperately, screaming at the top of its throat, and its sharp voice pierced the quiet morning, with a bit of creepy poignant.

No matter how much it struggled, how could it break free from Xiao Yi's big hand.

With only a slight force, he turned the cat's belly up, and at the same time, Xiao Yi lifted the small spoon and scooped a spoonful from the porridge, regardless of whether the white porridge was still hot, and directly poured it into the cat's mouth that was screaming desperately.

The white porridge entered its throat, and it seemed to really burn it, and the white cat immediately trembled all over its body and let out a terrifying scream.

Xiao Yi only pressed it tightly, looking at its desperate struggle, as if he felt a touch of happiness, and smiled at the corners of his eyes, as if watching another play.

After a while, the cat's barking finally stopped.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual after eating the white porridge, Xiao Yi raised the spoon and used the same method to give the cat the other food on the table in turn.

After a few tea breaks in between, he watched the cat go from painful struggle to silence with a pleasing expression on his face.

After some tossing, when all the food on the table was tasted by the cat, nearly half an hour had passed, seeing that the kitten was still alive, Xiao Yi turned his hand and stuffed it into the hands of the little girl, and ate by himself.

As soon as he left Xiao Yi, the kitten immediately stopped trembling, and as if he had been wronged, he shrunk into a ball, nestled in the arms of the little girl's palm, felt his heartbeat, and slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Zhisong came at this time, still a stone blue robe, still gray cloth shoes, walking through the door of the study, the early morning slightly orange sunlight sprinkled on his somewhat pale face, to this young man who has always been silent, plated with a layer of life.

If it weren't for Luo Zhisong's resourcefulness, every time he made a move, he would definitely benefit Xiao Yi a lot, Xiao Yi was really difficult to see from his appearance that he was a little different from ordinary people, at a cursory glance, he was just a white-faced scholar, and the bookish aura on his body was too strong.

Seeing Luo Zhisong approaching, Xiao Yi, who has always used the power of winning people's hearts, immediately put down the ivory white chopsticks in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, got up with a smile, and saluted Luo Zhisong first, and said with a smile: "Why did you come so early, but there is something?"

As he spoke, he walked out of the stone table and headed towards the study.

Luo Zhisong followed behind Xiao Yi, his low-hanging eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes, covering his eyes, his voice did not fluctuate, but he said in a clear and indifferent voice: "Because I had something in my heart, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I was afraid of delaying His Highness's plan, so I hurried here early in the morning." ”

When Xiao Yi heard this, he immediately looked moved, raised his hand and pointed to the chair where Luo Zhisong was used to sitting, and said with a smile: "For my business, I really made Mr. anxious. ”

As he spoke, he instructed the servant, "Go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of my blood swallow tea to Mr." ”

When the little guy heard this, he turned around and left, but Luo Zhisong accepted this favor without moving, his face was still clear, as if no matter how great the favor was, he couldn't make him purse his lips and smile.

Xiao Yi's heart was suddenly a little lost, but when he thought of Luo Zhisong, he was a human being, and this loss automatically dissipated.

Sitting down in the chair behind the bookcase, Xiao Yi asked, "What bothered Mr. who didn't sleep all night?"

Luo Zhisong raised his eyes suddenly, a flash of shock flashed in his clear eyes, and he looked at Xiao Yi with a surprised face, "Could it be that His Highness can sleep in peace?"

was asked by him in such a tone, even though he didn't know why, Xiao Yi was still unconsciously a little embarrassed, and a slight flush surged up his cheeks.

Fortunately, Luo Zhisong did not continue to ask about this doubt, but opened his mouth, Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was surprised to find that a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead that he looked at with one eye.

"Your Majesty has detained the prince of Nanyue in the prison for two days, and all the food and drink during this period are leftovers and water, what does Your Highness think of this matter?"

Xiao Yi's heart suddenly moved slightly.