Feng Qingyan and Shen Xia Zhi spent some supper in the hall, and Shen Xia Zhi was reluctant to go back.

Today, it was Feng Qing's wedding night, but he didn't expect so many things to happen.

Thinking about it, although Feng Qingfang seemed to be okay on the surface, he must be uncomfortable in his heart, and Shen Xia Zhi was naturally worried in his heart.

Although he looked a little tired, he still didn't want to go back.

Feng Qingyan occasionally went to his yard, but he wanted to be with her more.

Even if you don't say anything or do anything, it's a great thing to sit until dawn.

For him, it's always a good memory.

Her Royal Highness's love was what he begged for, and staying by Her Royal Highness's side was his only expectation.

Sometimes, feelings are so simple, not seeking morning and twilight, just seeking a moment of warmth.

It was the most satisfying thing he could think of.

Even if you can't have a complete Royal Highness, being by Her Royal Highness's side is the greatest gift from God.

"Your Highness, the slave has lost again......"

Shen Xia Zhi glanced at the chessboard helplessly, with a little smile on his lips.

He has always known that Her Royal Highness the Empress Dowager's chess skills are superb, and he can't compare with him.

Maybe playing chess with Her Royal Highness the Empress can be regarded as the joy of the boudoir.

Feng lightly hooked his lips and raised his hand to pick up the chess pieces on the chessboard into the board.

"No more ......"

Feng's frantic words made Shen Xia Zhi feel a little flustered, but his face was well concealed.

"Is the slave's chess skills so bad that it disturbs His Highness's interest?"

There was a bit of self-reproach on his face, and Feng stood up from his position lightly.

Shen Xia Zhi only thought that he had said the wrong thing, and he lowered his head and didn't look at Feng Qingfang, waiting for His Highness's anger.

But there was no movement for a long time, but a few chuckles of Feng Qingfang sounded in the hall.

Immediately, his chin was lifted by a hand.

His eyes collided with Her Highness because of this movement.

The tenderness and pity in the eyes of Her Royal Highness made his face a little crimson.

"It's late at night, aren't you sleepy? You know what you're trying to do, but it's time for you to sleep......"

Feng's frantic words were a little soft, which completely exposed the love in Shen Xia Zhi's eyes.

In the past, he has been suppressing his feelings, because he knows his identity and his duty.

But when you are alone with Feng Qing, you will still unconsciously reveal it. His eyes flashed with some chagrin.

Feng's eyes were a little deeper, and Shen Xia Zhi only felt that his eyebrows were hot, and his eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.

"Your palace is a little far from the main hall, you go to the side hall to rest first, and then go back the next day......"

Shen Xia Zhi's heart was warm, as if he had plucked up courage, and pulled Feng Qing's wide sleeves.

"Is it okay for His Highness to send slaves......"

The side hall is only a few dozen meters away from the main hall, but it is out of the main hall and walks dozens of steps to the northwest.

Feng glanced at Shen Xia Zhi, who was bowing his head, and held his hand.

"It's okay, when you settle down, Gu will come back...... Lest you toss and turn because you miss being lonely......"

Feng Qingyan could see Shen Xiazhi's thoughts almost at a glance, but Shen Xiazhi had usually kept to himself.

It seems that he is polite and polite, but Feng is arrogant and always feels that he is a little too cautious.

In the mansion, he is also unwilling to fake his hands to others, he has to change his temper, after all, she is a frivolous person, and she is naturally destined to be happy.

Where can she still make their lives tremble and walk on thin ice?

said that he was sending him over, but he was just inviting pets.

He has always been sensible, and Feng Qingfang has no reason to refuse.

Feng glanced at Shen Xia Zhi's somewhat thin clothes, the temperature was always cold at night, so he went back to the inner room to get his outer robe.

Chu Fanyin is sleeping soundly, and he has been dealing with too many things recently, and now he should be idle after the wedding.

He was wearing a thin quilt and a dense bag of good fortune.

Feng went to help him cover the quilt, and Xu was a little startled by him.

In his sleep, he also subconsciously muttered something.

Feng Qing listened wildly, but just smiled dotingly, can she be blamed for this?

Isn't there a word that says it well -

It's hard to help yourself.

Feng Qing went out of the inner hall and took the outer robe and cloak, and then went out of the hall.

She herself was still dressed in a wide dark blue dress, and a robe made of white moonlight gauze was draped loosely.

Put the cloak on Shen Xia Zhi, tidy it up, and then take his hand out.

Outside, Sang Qiyi was still kneeling at the door of the hall.

Hearing the sound of the temple door, he raised his head and looked in that direction.

Feng Qingfang's eyes carried an emotion that Sang Qiyi couldn't understand, and his eyes suddenly became sour.

"Wife's ......"

Feng Qingyan didn't open his mouth to answer his words, but he didn't refuse his title again.

He, what he is most afraid of at the moment is that Feng Qingfang will say something like "no blessing".

Shen Xia Zhi looked at the strange atmosphere between Feng Qingyan and Sang Qiyi, and couldn't guess Feng Qingyi's thoughts for a while.

Feng Qingyan just glanced at Sang Qiyi and put his robe on his body.

led Shen Xia Zhi to the side hall dozens of steps away.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Sang Qiyi turned her head and withdrew her reluctant gaze.

"Prince Sang...... Come back......"

Steward Sun has been following Feng Qingmad for so long, so he naturally understands Feng Qingmad's temper.

When Feng Qingfang took Shen Xia Zhi to the side hall, she also received that look when she looked back.

It is nothing more than to send this Sang prince back.

His Royal Highness seems to have some affection for this prince Sang, otherwise he would not have put on his robe for this prince.

If he is not affectionate, how can he let her persuade him to go back?

Tonight's events, this Prince Sang has done it.

Sang Qiyi hung her head, and her blue eyes were a little bitter.

He clung to the sides of his robe so tightly that it would wrap himself tightly.

"Don't call me Prince......"

His tone was very soft, and he said this with a little relief.

His expression was much more relaxed than before.

Steward Sun knew what he meant, but how dare she respond?

Her Royal Highness didn't recognize the identity of his side king, where did she dare to call him indiscriminately?

"Your Highness, go back to the main hall......"

The waiter quickly cleaned up the bed and also served Shen Xia Zhi to wash.

Feng leaned against the door of the inner room frantically, his posture casual, his eyebrows and eyes wanton.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Shen Xia Zhi, who was combing her hair in front of the mirror.

"Do you really want to go back alone? Case...... Then the lonely is back, you can rest well......"

Where did Shen Xia Zhi really want Feng Qing to go wildly? Otherwise, how could it be just a few dozen steps away, and let Feng Qing send it wildly?

There are some bluestone slabs between this side hall and the main hall, and it is only a few steps, how can he not walk alone?

"That'...... If I ask Your Highness...... What about staying? ”

Shen Xia Zhi turned around in front of the mirror and stood up, his eyes looking at Feng Qingfang, with suppressed affection.

"That's ...... As you wish......"

Feng Qing hooked his lips wildly, and walked in front of Shen Xia Zhi in a few steps......