In the Taiyong Palace, a palace maid trotted in and opened the door of the palace.

"What's the matter, it's been a few days, haven't you seen Your Majesty resting? A cheap thing that you don't have the eye to see! Xiao Wuzi, the little eunuch who kept vigil, leaned against the pillar and reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw that it was Cai'er in the Hehuan Palace, with his hair in a messy bun and one of his shoes running away, and he scolded angrily.

"Your Majesty! Big things are wrong! Shuyi Niangniang she ...... Shuyi, she ......! Cai'er couldn't listen to the eunuch's scolding at all, and ran all the way out of breath, and broke into the Taiyong Hall like a gust of wind, but no one stopped her.

"Who's disturbing my sleep?" The Emperor asked in a deep voice with his eyes closed. He let Ji Fangxue take acupuncture during the day, and his body was much more relaxed. I finally had a good night's sleep, and I was suddenly woken up, and a wave of anger rose in my heart.

A figure knelt in front of the palace, accompanied by crying: "Your Majesty! Shuyi Niangniang is gone! ”

"What ?!!" The emperor suddenly woke up and jumped up from the couch.

……

After coming out of the palace and returning to King Ning's mansion, Song Qinghui fell asleep together in the same season as the snow turned over like a candle night in a cave room.

After getting along for two days, Ji Fanxue didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but took care of her very properly, personally serving her to wash and groom, except for bathing when Ji Fanxue would consciously warm the bedding for her, and Song Qinghui did all the daily affairs Ji Fanxue himself.

These jobs were originally supposed to be done by Ah Yuan's two personal girls, but Ji Fuxue didn't give them a chance at all, and they were happy to serve them first.

Song Qinghui was very unaccustomed to it, but Ji Fanxue looked very interested, and it was really difficult for her to refuse. Besides, this person never gave her a chance to refuse.

She lay on the inside of the bed, quietly peeking at Ji Xue and going to bed. This person wrapped himself tightly, and kept a distance from Song Qinghui with a twelve-point spirit.

Even if they are married, the most intimate thing between the two is just holding hands in and out of the carriage.

Ji Fangxue sensed Song Qinghui's gaze, "Why is Miss looking at Rongxue like this?" ”

Song Qinghui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hesitated for a while and asked slowly: "...... Have you seen it before? ”

She is a pampered girl in the Song Mansion, and she was educated by a noble family, and this sentence is simply unspeakable to her. Her identity is incompatible with the eunuchs in the palace. A person like Ji Fuxue should be extremely conspicuous standing in the crowd. In previous years, Song Qinghui would follow his mother into the palace at the festival feast, but there was no eunuch who was particularly impressed.

But they just met, how could Ji Fuxue know her so well? Besides, she vaguely felt a little indescribable familiarity. When I think about it, I can't think of anything.

"Miss said with a smile, how can you be qualified to see such an identity as Xue Xue." Ji Fuxue's gentle voice came from his ears, "If it weren't for His Majesty's personal decision, I wouldn't be worthy of sleeping with Miss in my life." ”

A young lady shouted as if she hadn't left the cabinet yet. He is obviously the beneficiary of this marriage, but he doesn't seem to want to let himself get the slightest benefit from Song Qinghui.

"Just call me Qinghui."

The candles went out, and the room was dark and I couldn't see my fingers. Song Qinghui couldn't see Ji Fuxue's expression, so he simply closed his eyes.

"Always call Miss, aren't you tired?" She asked, sullen under the covers.

"Okay." Ji Fuxue heard the complaint in her words, "Clear." ”

The sea is clear and the river is clear, and the obscurity is clear. These two words turned on the tip of his tongue, and spit them out in front of her, Ji Fanxue felt that this was really a supreme honor.

didn't expect Ji Fuxue to have such a good temper, Song Qinghui was surprised.

Come to think of it, the rumors are not entirely credible.

Thinking like this, Song Qinghui thought of Xie Yan again. The coincidence she encountered today made her not know how to deal with it. She saw Xie Yan's haggard in her eyes, but she was reasonable and shouldn't have responded.

The night is dark, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of winter plums. Song Qinghui fell asleep with the fragrance of flowers, inadvertently turned over, muttered two sentences in his mouth, and was half a body away from Ji Zhuxue.

Ji Fanxue was afraid that she would be cold, so she leaned towards her side, but she didn't dare to disturb her, so she could stay two inches away.

"Knock knock—"

There were two slight bamboo strikes on the windowsill.

Ji Fuxue reluctantly glanced at the sleeping Song Qinghui in the dark, got up silently and opened the window to the size of his fingers.

"My lord, the things have been delivered to the East Palace." The voice outside the window was almost inaudible.

"Very well done." Ji Fengxue left a word of praise, and a secret letter was thrown into Fanzi's arms, "Add fire to them again, it's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, and it should be lively." ”

"Yes!"