"Alright. Take care of yourself. I'll take a look. Don't give the news. Yuka waved her hand casually. It's like it's your own territory. Walk upstairs with catwalks. Carefully go to the next room next door. Push open the door and enter.

There were still two people sleeping in the room. I was scared by her. Wake up. Holding the quilt and hurriedly covering his body.

Yuxiang was stunned. Then, when they were about to speak, they found two pieces of silver and threw them over. Hit their acupuncture points. Then I was surprised to find out. The two who slept naked turned out to be men. A delicate face. A boy who looks about thirteen or fourteen years old. I look pitiful. The other was a man who looked a little malnourished and very thin. It looks like it's a perennial nostalgia for the wind and moon place. Excessive indulgence.

Yuka frowned. Some disgusted. Ignore the two round-eyed men. Walked to a wall. Hold your ears close. Then he brought another teacup. Listen against the wall.

Next door. Murong Qiufeng was sitting on a chair. There are several volumes of drawings at hand. On the other side, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was engrossed in painting. Not frowning and smiling from time to time. Sometimes he secretly looked at Murong Qiufeng, who was looking down at the painting. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Murong Qiufeng looked at the scroll in his hand. Some shortness of breath. Fortunately, the face is almost hidden. Otherwise, at this moment, people would definitely see the shame of blushing and dripping blood.

Those few volumes of figures. It's all a spring palace diagram. And it's also a men's spring palace.

Murong Qiufeng went to the so-called study of the Qinglou. Of course, it's not about finding a little guy to experiment with or two guys to do it for him to see. Instead, I found a painter in this building who specializes in painting the Spring Palace. Draw as he asks.

Idle, let the painter take a few more subtle copies of the Spring Palace to him. But the so-called implication seemed to him. It's still extremely unrestrained. But he was a little shy and a little curious. Stop and see. After a while, I finished reading several volumes of pictures.

The whole person is also like a fire. Because he will always unconsciously replace the two people in the painting with him and Shangguan Ye.

"Master. The picture of the spring palace you want is ready. I am still satisfied. The middle-aged man finally put down his pen. Greet Murong Qiufeng.

Murong Qiufeng came back to his senses. Hurry up and put aside the scroll in your hand like a hot hand. Then walk over.

There was a blank sheet of paper spread out on the long table. on paper. It is a picture of the spring palace. According to Murong Qiufeng's meaning, it is. Be as subtle as possible. But it also needs to be understood.

The artist is also smart. As soon as Murong Qiufeng opened his mouth, he guessed what he meant. He also took matters into his own hands, and wrote some hot notes on the side. It's just that the hidden parts of the two men in the spring palace are subtly and cleverly covered. It's a lot of imagination.

Murong Qiufeng only looked at those annotations. and his face was even more red. I didn't know that this thing could also be taught in words. He asked. "Is there a book with full text?"

The painter was stunned. Then he looked at Murong Qiufeng's unnatural appearance. He smiled. "Naturally. Later, sir. So saying, he went to the bookcase on the other side to look for the book.

Youxiang next door listened to it for most of the day and couldn't hear a sound. I am anxious. But suddenly I heard a few conversations. And from that dialogue, you can immediately guess the cause and the end. Suddenly covered his mouth, and couldn't help but laugh so much that his shoulders trembled.

It turns out that Childe is here to learn. Spring palace diagram. It's so funny. I don't know what the prince's expression will be when he knows it.

Murong Qiufeng didn't stay long. Soon he left sneakily with a small baggage.

Return to the Prime Minister's House. He commanded. He was shut up in his room for a long time.

Yuka also returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion early. Integrity and joy. But he was also curious about what Murong Qiufeng got back. Know that he may be researching. I didn't bother him. It's just that Shangguan Ye came back at lunch. Murong Qiufeng had to change his clothes and dine with him without changing his complexion.

And Shangguan Ye seemed to be thinking about the case. I didn't ask him what he was doing today. This made Murong Qiufeng breathe a sigh of relief.

But how did he know? Shangguan Ye already knew. I also had fun with this for a day.

Murong Qiufeng has a learning mentality. Kept in the room until the night. Finally, I finished researching a few books and some drawings. I didn't even know how to draw one. The characters naturally unconsciously replaced him and Shangguan Ye.

Looking at the ambiguous posture of the two on the paper. Murong Qiufeng's mind couldn't help but flash the scenes in the Spring Palace. I remembered the time when I was warm with Shangguan Ye again. Unconsciously mixed up.

In the evening. Murong Qiufeng didn't wait for Shangguan Ye. Finish your meal early and go to bed early.

He really couldn't face Shangguan Ye calmly. Because just think of him. My mind is full of those spring palace pictures and those hot fragment descriptions.

Shangguan Ye came back late. also tacitly didn't tease him. I washed and slept too. It's just that the mood seems to be very good. Even when I fell asleep, I was smiling all over my face. From behind, he was contented with his thin-skinned lover and fell asleep.

The recent case has really given him some headaches and irritability. But each time, as long as a pair of their own living treasures. He felt that nothing mattered. I felt more relaxed and satisfied than I had ever felt before.

Murong Qiufeng was not so relaxed. Although fell asleep. But in a dream all night, he was still persecuted by the spring palace map. In the dream, I dreamed that I and Shangguan Ye did the same thing as on the Spring Palace map. Wake up in the morning. The sheets and quilt were found wet. Suddenly, his face was red and his ears were red for a long time. I'm worried about how to get up. What about this quilt and bed sheets.

And Shangguan Ye didn't find it. He suddenly regretted it. I really shouldn't have looked at those spring palace pictures. Seek guilt on yourself. Now my mind is full of those. Make yourself up and down.

Just when his face was sad. Shangguan Ye suddenly pushed the door in.

Murong Qiufeng looked up and watched him walk in in high spirits and gracefully. Immediately, his face was full of surprise and nervousness. The next meaning is pulled up more. looked at him with a weak face. "Why are you still here. Didn't go to court? ”

"Huh. You forgot. I'm recuperating from an injury. Shangguan Ye walked over with a smile. Look at him. Said meaningfully. "It's you. What's wrong. It's been weird since yesterday. I'm starting to get out of bed. ”

"Eh. Nothing. It's just that I'm a little tired these days. You go get busy. Ignore me. I'm going to sleep a little longer. Murong Qiufeng said with a weak heart. The lies are full of loopholes. Even he wanted to bite his tongue off.

Shangguan Ye raised his eyebrows. Close to the bedside. Bent down and reach out to touch his face. "Really. It can't be sick. ”

Murong Qiufeng's face turned red. It's even more nervous. Hurriedly retreated to the bed. Hold on tightly to the quilt. "No, no. No ......"

"What are you so nervous about. It can't be. Do something sorry for me. Do you steal people. ”

Murong Qiufeng's mouth twitched. Suddenly, his face turned into annoyance. "You've got something going on in your head."

"It's about you, of course. Well. Isn't it. There's something hidden in that quilt. Let me see. ”

"Nothing. What's there. You go out first. I'm going to get up and get dressed. ”

"Huh. It's not like you're not without clothes. Afraid of what. Besides, I've seen you naked. Looks like it's really hiding. Shangguan Ye's eyes narrowed. Reaching out to pull his quilt.