After returning to the study, Shen wanted to immerse himself in political affairs.

Just criticizing the recital, he lost his mind after a while.

It turned out that the national teacher's body was so soft, it was different from what he thought......

Shen Yi came back to his senses, and his face was so gloomy that he could pinch out the water.

He put down the pen "snap", took a deep breath, and then got up and went back to the dormitory.

It must be that he has been too busy recently, so he has such a rebellious idea about the national teacher.

Shen Yi thought about it and lay on the bed, forcing himself to fall asleep.

Then, in a dream, he returned to the top floor of Izumo Pavilion again.

Shen Yi in the dream put the national teacher back on the bed, but the medicinal effect of the national teacher was still there.

She clinged to him and looked at him in a daze, with a pair of eyes full of endless love.

She shouted his name: "Little ......"

The voice penetrated into the bone marrow, and the body was as soft as a handful of spring water, tightly surrounding Shen Yi, making him indulge in it and unable to extricate himself.

A night of spring.

The next day, Shen Yi's complexion changed several times after waking up.

For the next few days, Shen Yi would dream of him and the national teacher almost every night, sometimes returning to Izumo Pavilion, sometimes in a place that Shen Yi had not been.

The place was high on a hill, surrounded by clouds and mist, and a patch of emerald green bamboo was planted at the door of the house.

The national teacher would stand in front of the bamboo and turn his head to look at him.

She was dressed in white, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and her posture was as tall as the bamboo beside her.

Shen Yi in the dream does not call her a national teacher, but will call her "master".

"Master" usually has a cold face, but when he was under him, his cheeks were dyed with a thin layer of red, and his eyes looked at him with water, as if he wanted to ask for mercy but couldn't open his mouth, which provoked Shen Yifei to hear her say that prayer.

Almost every three days, Shen Yi would dream of him calling her Master.

Shen Yi would sit on the bed with a calm face after waking up every day.

He couldn't tell whether he wanted to dream about it or not.

Knowing that this was wrong, but when he thought of the scene in the dream, Shen Yi only felt that his body had been teased by fire, and only by touching her could the fire on his body be relieved.

But in reality, he is still the established next monarch, and she is still the lonely immortal-like national teacher.

The two of them wouldn't be in the Izumo Pavilion, and he wouldn't call her master and crush her under him.

It was all just a dream of his own.

When I woke up from the dream, there was nothing left.

knew that it was fake, but Shen Yi felt that he was becoming more and more addicted to this kind of dream.

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After Su Weixing was arrested, Shen Yi found an excuse to ground him, and only waited for him to clean him up after he ascended the throne.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, and what happened that night was hidden in an unknown corner by the three of them.

The only difference is that Shen Yi, who usually runs to Izumo Pavilion almost every day, has never been to Izumo Pavilion again, and he can't see the national teacher on weekdays.

For a while, it was rumored in the court that there was a quarrel between the prince and the current national teacher, and I was afraid that he would have to attack the national teacher when he ascended the throne.

Ye Chuijin, the national teacher, has too high a status in Shen Yi's inner demon world, so as soon as this rumor came out, Shen Yi was persuaded countless times by his own people.

Shen Yi nodded in agreement every time, but never changed.

Ye Chuijin didn't take the initiative to look for him, and the relationship between the two seemed to have cooled down like this.

It wasn't until a month later that Ye Chuijin suddenly felt that his body began to heat up, just like that day in Su Weixing's mansion.

Ye Chuijin: [......]