On this day, King An entered the palace to do errands, and Yun Jinshi was rarely busy, so she cut a few daisies in the garden and took them to the study, intending to insert them into a vase. The boxwood climbing flowers in the room were very high, and Yun Jinshi had to stand on tiptoe to touch the white jade vase placed on it. Yun Jinshi moved a low stool and put it next to the flower table, and stood up with the little daisy in her arms. She fiddled with it so earnestly that she didn't notice a white figure by the slightly open door.

Suddenly, the stool under her feet suddenly shook, and her body shook with it, and then the vase on top began to shake as well. The secret feeling in my heart is not good, the precious vase has fallen down with the golden flowers.

Yun Jinshi leaned over in a panic to pick it up, but forgot that she was also standing on the stool, her center of gravity was tilted, and she planted straight down with the vase.

At this moment, a white shadow flashed, and the vase suddenly turned in a different direction, the mouth of the bottle was facing upward, and the waist was supported by a big palm.

Song Yu placed the vase firmly on the table, but did not let go of the hand at her waist. "Thank you...... Father. Yun Jinshi's feet fell to the ground, realizing that she was still in his arms, and she wanted to push him with a little embarrassment, but she seemed to suddenly think of something, but she didn't move, but her body was a little stiff.

"Why was it so careless?"

Yun Jinshi lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, hurriedly broke out of his arms, walked to the table where the vase was placed, looked at it and saw that there was no damage, and was relieved.

Suddenly feeling that the arms had become empty, Song Yu stepped forward, glanced at the brilliant flowers, and then glanced at Yun Jinshi, who was concentrating on inspecting the vase, and realized that she had just deliberately broken away, and her eyes were suddenly a little cold.

Yun Jinshi didn't notice his expression, and picked up the vase again, as if she wanted to put it back on.

Before he could take a step, the vase in his arms was snatched up, Song Yu grabbed the bottleneck with one hand, glanced at her lightly, walked to the flower table and easily put the vase on it, the flower branches swayed, and the smile was still bright.

Yun Jinshi reflected at this time, and hurriedly blessed it: "The concubine thanked the prince." ”

There was silence in the room, and the sound of flowers could be heard.

The green shirt dragged the ground, she did not apply powder, and her black hair was always held by a silver hairpin at will.

It is said that women are pleasing to the face, why, every time I see her, she is dressed like this? Or, she really doesn't have any jewelry to embellish herself?

Thinking of this, Song Yu suddenly stood up, walked up to her, and reached out to remove the hairpin on her head.

The black hair is flying, and the shawl falls.

"Grandpa......"

She opened her mouth in surprise, but the rest of the words were blocked between his lips and teeth, and all the thoughts of the night turned into this lingering kiss at this time.

Yun Jinshi froze slightly, then wrapped his arms around his neck, and responded mechanically, he roughly hugged her to the table, and with a "bang", the pen, ink and paper on it fell to the ground.

Her response was enthusiastic but also mechanical, and her brow furrowed at some point as he plundered it.

Looking at each other, Yun Jinshi looked away, pursed her lips and called with a smile: "Master ......"

Song Yu looked at the person in front of her coldly, the blood in her whole body surged, and four words vaguely appeared in her mind: she didn't want to!

I don't know when he began to care about her feelings, and these four words pierced into his heart like a needle. The residual lust in his eyes was replaced by coldness, as if she had seen him for the first time, as cold as a winter day.

Yun Jinshi's heart was lightly slammed.

He didn't even look at her and strode away.