Rong Lin hooked his lips and bowed slightly.

When he raised his eyes, his gaze was fixed on her.

Bai Zhen followed his gaze and turned back, and saw Ye Yinchen standing there at some point.

On the body—

It was still the same loose robe, the kiss marks on the snow-white neck were very conspicuous, and he stepped on his shoes, and his well-curved ankles and a small beautiful calf were exposed.

The ink hair fell, and he half-leaned on the screen, which only added a little bit of style.

That kind of dress and kiss marks have silently revealed the intensity of last night......

Bai Zhen groaned in her heart.

There is a sense of tension when a wife meets a lover.

Her back stiffened, and her eyes turned to the left and then to the right.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down her forehead.

The two teenagers looked at each other silently.

One raised eyebrows, one calm.

Rong Lin is a cold beauty, with the dignified and noble appearance of everyone's ladies in her gestures, so raising her eyebrows and sweeping it makes people bow down.

And Yeyinchen's eyebrows and eyes are moist, and the white clothes are better than the snow, not as imposing as Rong Lin, but like a young man who stepped out of an ink painting, a blink of an eye, like a spring breeze, but with a touch of alienation, gentle as water, but not deep at the bottom of the pool.

A few seconds of silence.

Fortunately, the two looked at each other amicably and did not fight.

Unfortunately, even if there was no fighting, the silent eye contact was a confrontation, which seemed to be a little more fierce than the battlefield of thousands of troops. Standing in the middle, Bai Zhen felt like she was about to be shot out of a big hole......

She laughed awkwardly, "Hehe...... Sit down, sit down, drink tea. ”

Yeyinchen obediently sat down, and Rong Lin obediently picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Once again, the air fell into an eerie silence.

Bai Zhen was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do, so she drank several cups of tea in a row.

"Is Your Majesty thirsty?" Ye Yinchen asked with crooked eyes.

"Huh...... yes, why is it so dry all of a sudden? ”

Ye Yinchen picked up the teapot and poured the tea in the cup, and said without changing his face, "Maybe you shouted too long last night and were dumb." ”

Rong Lin's face on the side was a little pale.

Bai Zhen's hand that had just touched the teacup shook violently, and the tea spilled a little, scalding her.

He took out the embroidered handkerchief from his cuffs, took Bai Zhen's hand and wiped the water on it, his lips were close to each other, and he blew gently, but his voice was cold and indifferent, "How is it, does it hurt?" ”

Bai Zhenmu shook his head suddenly, "Uh...... It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. ”

There was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go to court."

Bai Zhen instantly looked like she was about to be amnestied, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief, she had never felt that the early dynasty was so beautiful.

"Got it, here it is."

She got up and moved her steps in the direction of the door, and said to the two young men, "I have a lot of opportunities, the two of you are familiar with each other first, and chat!" When I get out of the early court, I will come to see you. ”

Before the two teenagers could get up to send them off, Bai Zhen's figure had disappeared from view.

Inside the temple.

Rong Lin and Ye Yinchen glanced at each other, the smile on their faces just now was raised, and they all sat down, and the coldness spread.

"I know you. You're the Oiran of the Wind Moon Pavilion, and I've heard that many people spend a lot of money to listen to your song. It's just that I didn't expect that you would enter the palace as a concubine. ”

Rong Lin picked up the teacup, the tea was hot, emitting white steam, he didn't drink it, just slowly filtered the foam with the lid of the cup.