When Jingyi people returned to the inn, there was still a lively banquet on the first floor.

Back in the empty suite, Lu Ming hadn't come back yet.

Jing Yiren took out his mobile phone and made a call to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming said to come back later and let her sleep first.

Jingyiren took off his clothes and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, lowered the bed curtain, and lay quietly on the bed.

The dim light that came through the roof.

Jing Yiren's dull gaze looked fixedly at the top of the bed.

The white silk yarn is embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Jingyi people inexplicably thought of that year.

She naughtily played peek-a-boo with Xiao Jin Wangye.

She couldn't play with Xiao Jin Wang Ye every time, and she was found after a while.

She was not convinced that day, and made a bet with Xiao Jin that she would not be able to find her this time.

Xiao Jin Wang Ye agreed.

But the punishment for losing is to go to the emperor's uncle and make an order, and after she has performed the rite of passage, she will marry the prince of Xiaojin.

Jing Yiren began to hesitate, after all, she was only 12 years old at the time, and she didn't know much about the concept of marriage.

I thought about it and gritted my teeth and agreed.

And she also calculated, the prince of Xiao Jin couldn't find her, so she agreed so easily.

Jingyi knew that the prince of Xiao Jin was in the palace, except for the place where the emperor's uncle was and the palace, he walked sideways in the rest of the places.

So Jingyi hid in the emperor's uncle's bedroom this time.

With the emperor's uncle's favor for her, except for the court and the imperial study, no one will stop her from going anywhere.

When she first arrived at the door of the dormitory, she saw her father-in-law standing at the door.

Presumably the emperor's uncle is in the palace at the moment.

As soon as she walked to the door, her father-in-law bowed down respectfully: "Princess Allure, the emperor is a little unwell today, and he has rested!" ”

The father-in-law thought she was here to find the emperor.

Hearing this, Jing Yiren's heart was anxious, so she had to go in and have a look.

"I'll just look at Uncle Huang! Don't bother him! ”

Saying that, Jingyiren stretched out his little hand and was about to push the door, but was stopped by his father-in-law.

The father-in-law held the dust in the crook of his arm, with a bitter face, and fell a little embarrassed: "Little princess, it's not that the old slave won't let you in, the emperor has decreed, no one is allowed to disturb!" ”

Jing Yiren frowned: "Did your imperial uncle have the previous will?" The princess of Allure can come and go in and out of any palace at will! ”

Saying that, Jing Yiren didn't bother to pay attention to his father-in-law, so he pushed open the door with his little hand and got in.

"......" father-in-law is for the rare to stomp back and forth at the door.

At this moment, the imperial uncle's bedroom was empty, and from the outside to the inner bedroom, layers of golden curtains hung down.

Blocking all views in front of him.

Jingyi people stepped lightly and walked in step by step.

Brush open the first curtain and go forward, another curtain, followed by another curtain.

All the way to the innermost is the main dormitory.

The nose is full of light sandalwood.

Directly in front of the sight was a large dragon collapse, and the golden curtain hung down, obscuring everything inside.

On the board next to it, the open fold, the vermilion pen and ink have not dried, and a cup of tea is still steaming with residual warmth.

Uncle just lay down for a while?

Jing Yiren subconsciously walked towards the dragon collapse step by step.

The little hand lifted the curtain gently and slowly.

It was the emperor's uncle lying on the bed.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his face was flushed, his thin lips were pursed, and his forehead was dipped in sweat.

Junyi's extraordinary face looked particularly painful.

Even the breath was hot and heavy.

Jing Yiren nervously and quickly hung the curtain on the golden hook.