roccoschili Chapter 542 Sister-in-law, open the door, I am my brother 33
Chapter 542 Sister-in-law, open the door, I am my brother 33
"That's good. I'm fine. You can leave first." Jiuli finally drank a bowl of white fungus and bird's nest before going in.
After Shuying blew out the candle, she sat on the footstool covered with two layers of quilts and fell into a deep sleep.
I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of footsteps striding on the snow at the door, and I immediately clenched my dagger.
"Who?" Shuying looked at a place not far away with a fixed gaze.
"It's me," Yin Zhen lowered his voice.
"Sixth Prince?" Shuying murmured, holding a lantern and walking forward, "How did you get here? The marks on the snow are obvious."
"Do I need to inform you when I come here? Is your master asleep?" Yin Zhen walked on the steps without stopping, looking at the door.
It seems that you can see the people inside through the door.
"The master has just gone to bed." Shuying spoke in a low voice. Although everyone was in the master's hands, she was still afraid of waking up other people in the yard. The fewer people who knew, the safer it would be.
"Hmm," Yin Zhencong snorted through his nostrils.
He walked past the sparse shadows, entered the door, and stood at the door.
"Now that you're in, come here quickly. What are you standing there for?" Jiuli lifted half of the bed curtain, her voice slightly raised.
"I just came in from outside and I'm very cold. A girl can't catch a cold. What if you get frozen?" Yin Zhen said, shaking off the snowflakes on his body.
He put the cloak on the incense burner and then walked into the inner room.
"Hurry up and put down the bed curtain. It's cold now, and you shouldn't wear something thicker." Yin Zhen took two steps at a time, stuffed Jiuli into the quilt, and climbed up himself.
"What are you doing here in such a cold day?" Jiuli lay down and looked at Yin Zhen who was so close to her in the candlelight.
As he grew older, he and King Jing looked less and less alike.
"What are you looking at?" Yin Zhen threw his outer robe on the ground, then hugged Jiuli in his arms and laughed.
"Look at you," Jiuli stretched out her hand and stroked his eyebrows. When she thought of the consciousness that was there, her eyes became gloomy and cold.
"What are you looking at me for? Don't I come to see you whenever I have time?" Yin Zhen lowered his head and rubbed Jiuli's shoulder. There was a slight nasal tone in his voice when he spoke, and he was rarely a bit coquettish.
"What does that have to do with me seeing you?" Jiuli pretended to be confused.
"I'm always here, you can look if you want," Yin Zhen smiled indulgently, "I'm yours, you can look at me however you want, I promise I won't resist."
"Be serious. You haven't told me how you got here today? Don't your legs hurt anymore?" Jiuli patted Yin Zhen's chest.
He reached out and pressed Jiuli's hand against his chest. Jiuli pulled back but didn't pull it away, so she just let him hold it.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. I feel so happy that you care about me," Yin Zhen said with a smile, but his eyes turned cold and he rubbed against Jiuli's arms like a puppy.
"Tomorrow is the first day of the new year, you," he almost spoke in Jiuli's ear. He didn't want Qingqing to be hypocritical with that man.
"Me what?" Jiuli smirked, pinching Yin Zhen's ears with her fingertips, "Why did you say half and half? Huh?"
"Don't pinch me," Yin Zhen said with a fake grin, "I just don't miss you. You are mine alone."
"I can't agree to this, unless," Jiuli leaned close to Yin Zhen's ear and said something, "You can't be incapable, right?"
No? Yin Zhen, who was originally blushing, changed his expression.
"I'll let you know whether I can do it or not. I just injured my leg, not that one." Yin Zhen stepped forward.
"Then how should I know?" Jiuli asked provocatively.
"I am telling you with my own hands whether I can do it or not?" He smiled proudly and took out the 90-position secret play diagram.
The two spent a very pleasant evening.
In the morning, Jiuli was awakened by the cold air from Yin Zhen's wake.
"Did the cold wake you up?" Yin Zhen stood beside the bed in his clothes neatly arranged. He reached out to pull the quilt, but was afraid that Jiuli would get cold.
"It's a bit cold," Jiuli's confused eyes suddenly cleared up, "Are you going back?"
"It's still early, you should rest for a while. I'll be there soon." Yin Zhen lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Jiuli's, his eyes gentle.
"Press the Clivia pattern on the rosewood box on the bookcase in the study, then turn the orchid brush washer on the desk, and finally move the Begonia hour hand, and secretly go to your palace." Jiuli supported his forehead.
Yin Zhen, who was about to leave, looked back with a bit of surprise and astonishment in his eyes, then turned around and hugged Jiuli with the quilt.
"Qingqing, you are so thoughtful. I also wanted to build a secret passage, but you actually built it in advance. We are really in sync." Yin Zhen was only happy for a moment and then became worried.
"Have you been discovered? This kind of thing is dangerous. I'll do it next time. Don't do it again next time, okay?" Yin Zhen tapped Jiuli's head with his fingertips and said happily.
"Can't I leave everything else to you next time?" Jiuli pulled the knuckles on her forehead and shook them gently.
"That's better. You can continue to sleep. I'll come to see you tomorrow." Thinking that he would have to stay in the main courtyard on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he couldn't help but lower his head, "Qingqing, I don't blame you, I only blame myself."
"What are you talking about?" Jiuli cursed with a smile.
"Let's go." After walking a distance, he turned back and looked at Jiuli, "Remember what you promised me yesterday, don't break your promise."
Without listening to Jiuli's answer, he quickly went to the study. In fact, it didn't matter if he broke his promise. He felt sad.
The first day of the new year is also a designated day of rest. King Jing rested in the front yard today and summoned his staff and guests to chat about their views on the current situation and court affairs, and formulated a plan to keep a low profile.
At three quarters past noon, the small flower hall was already full.
When Jiuli came out, she saw two strangers.
"Maid Ye and Maid Sang." Yingxiu, who was beside her, bent down and identified the names of the maids. To be honest, she had only seen them a few times.
"Those are Maid Ye and Maid Sang who were sent here a few days ago," Concubine Li said, leaning to one side. "They fell ill when they entered the palace, and they haven't even greeted the princess yet."
After all the ladies had paid their respects, Maid Ye and Maid Sang stood up and saluted, and the process was shaky.
"No need to be polite," Jiuli's eyes moved slightly, "Since you are not feeling well, there is no need to come and pay your respects. The right thing to do is to take good care of yourself."
"Thank you, Princess, for your concern," they said in unison.
"Sister Princess, when Madam Song and I were returning to the courtyard yesterday, we encountered many dangers on the way," Concubine Li was the first to complain, her tone still filled with fear.
Jiuli listened sideways and gave Yingxiu a look. In fact, she knew the answer very well, but she needed someone to bring it up before she could do it, otherwise she would be regarded as a witch.
The latter nodded slightly to show that he understood.
"Concubine Li is frightened," Jiuli said to comfort her, "I will inform the prince about this matter and seek justice for Concubine Li."
"I beg the princess to catch this man. There are two pregnant women in our house." Concubine Li looked at the maids Shu and Bai, and always felt that it would be these two people.