Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

Tick.

Tick.

The blood slowly dripped into the thumb-sized jade bottle.

The candlelight flickered slightly, reflecting a figure on the wall.

After filling five bottles, the young man had a moderately deep wound on his wrist, and then picked up a bandage on the side and wrapped it around the wound.

The green flute at his waist made a crisp sound. When he looked down, he saw two bright cracks on the green flute. The young man gently stroked the green flute with his fingers, and then put the green flute in a wooden box.

After installing the small jade bottles one by one, the young man lay tiredly on the edge of the bed, his thin figure making people feel pity for him.

After a while, the young man's eyebrows relaxed, his nose breathed shallowly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he seemed to be restless in sleep.

The brightest star in the sky shines even brighter, while the stars next to it are a bit lighter.

The bright one is swallowing up the light of other stars, as if it is foreshadowing something.

"Is the young Imperial Master so anxious to see Song Ziwan?"

It's eleven today.

The man in black clothes inadvertently glanced at the young man's sleeves. The sleeves were very long, as if he wanted to cover something up.

"She will be lonely"

The young man's voice was clear and gentle, and then he put the small porcelain bottles in his hands on the table.

"Oh, the little Imperial Master is quite considerate."

"Your Majesty, this is the responsibility of a humble minister."

The responsibility was so great that he climbed over the wall to find Song Ziwan.

Wen Xianzhi sneered and said, "Go ahead."

"Thank you Your Majesty"

"The hand rope was obtained by Wei Chen when he went to the temple to pray for peace."

Lin Chujiu's voice was gentle, he put the bracelet in his hand on the edge of the table, turned and left.

It was the bracelet that was given when he bought lanterns that night. Lin Chujiu gave it to Wen Xianzhi by the way, so that even if he threw it away, it would not be wasted.

Look how smart he is.

The man's pupils were dark, and his expression changed unpredictably as he looked at the small porcelain bottle on the table.

Lin Chujiu took five measurements at once, and the man picked up a small porcelain bottle and looked at it carefully.

The light shines through the bottle, and a sweet smell is faintly exuded from the mouth of the small bottle.

The tip of the man's nose twitched slightly, and the bloodthirsty factor in his body was stirring.

His whole body was screaming with desire. After confirming that the boy had left, he opened the mouth of the small bottle and poured the bright red liquid inside into his mouth.

After a long time, the pupils focused and gradually became clear.

He is sick.

And the little national master's blood is medicine.

From the first time he saw the young master, it was difficult to control his bloodthirsty desire.

Even just now, when the boy was talking, he almost lost control.

The emperor put away the rest of the small porcelain bottles, his voice was hoarse and his expression was unclear.

"Come here, tell me my decree, and send all the blood-enhancing medicinal materials that the barbarians paid tribute to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion today."

"Yes, Your Majesty"

The hand rope lay quietly on the table.

The man picked up the bracelet, looked at it expressionlessly for a while, and awkwardly put it on his left hand.

The little national master is still a little liar.

The wall of the cold palace was one foot taller, which was added by the emperor's order.

I don’t know if the people locked up are people inside or people outside.

Song Ziwan was dressed beautifully today, with a plum blossom between her eyebrows.

Sitting on the swing, waiting expectantly for Lin Chujiu to come.

The matter of setting off the lanterns that night was a little secret between her and Brother Chujiu.

"Close your eyes and count to ten. Will Brother Chujiu show up?" The girl Yingying pouted her mouth slightly, covered her eyes and began to count down.

It would be great if Brother Chujiu really showed up.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." After counting the last number, the girl put down the hand covering her eyes and slowly opened her eyes.

There were a few unknown little flowers in front of me.

"Brother Chujiu!"

The girl's cheeks were rosy, her dimples appeared, and the flowers between her eyebrows were a little more vivid.

Her Chujiu brother really showed up!

A great feeling of joy hit her head, and Song Ziyuan felt that she was not normal.

"What were Aster counting just now?" the boy deliberately teased.

Song Ziyuan felt ashamed for a long time before she stammered.

"Brother Chujiu asked knowingly!" The girl pouted, almost ready to hang up the bottle of oil, and turned around to carry the boy with a snort.

Ignore Brother Chujiu for ten seconds!

The young man chuckled and opened his mouth to comfort the sulky girl.

"Okay, I'll give you a little flower as compensation."

"Huh, I can't help but forgive Brother Chujiu." The girl took the little flower, her ears were red, and she spoke awkwardly.

The boy would tell the girl a story, and then play with her on the swing. The girl's laughter like silver bells could be heard in the cold palace, and the originally cold cold palace became a bit lively.

As the sun set, the girl's smile became a little lighter. She moved two small stools and sat side by side with the boy in the small courtyard, watching the sunset.

The warm yellow sunset fell on the young man. The young man's eyebrows were gentle and he stared at the sunset that was about to set.

The girl tilted her head and looked at the young man's soft profile, feeling ripples in her heart.

The shadows of the two people lengthened, and they cautiously took a peek at the young man, but saw that he didn't notice.

The girl tilted her head, and their shadows were close together, like close lovers.

Until the sunset was almost invisible, the girl spoke.

"Brother Chujiu, I'm going to eat, so I won't see you off."

The girl pretended to be relaxed and winked mischievously, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between the two. She jumped in without waiting for the boy to speak.

She knew the time had come.

Song Ziwan's eyes were red, she was afraid that she would cry, so she bit her wrist and hid behind the door to peek at the boy.

The young man stood up, placed the small stool under the eaves, stood in front of the door, and left after a while.

"Eat well Ziwan, my brother will come to see you next time."

The sun was setting and the sky was half dark. The boy's voice was clear and his figure slowly disappeared.

The girl leaned against the door, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, her mouth was bitter, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

Brother Chujiu, see you next time.

The little flower that the boy gave her was a bit faded. The girl wiped her tears, stood up and soaked the roots of the little flower in the water.

"Master Imperial Master, Xingxing is here!" Xingxing held her brocade cloak and walked towards him.

Xingxing couldn't enter the palace, so she kept waiting outside. For fear that the boy would be cold, Xingxing even brought a cloak.

"Xingxing, let's go back." With a slight smile on his face, the young man put his cloak on Xingxing, pinched her face, and spoke.

"Xingxing's face is frozen, don't come, I'm really fine."

Xingxing's cheeks were slightly red and she looked down at her toes.

This cloak was obviously new, but Xingxing felt like she could smell the light fragrance on the Master's body.

"Xingxing is just worried about the Imperial Master."

"Xingxing is interested." The boy slowed down and waited for the girl to catch up.

After the Lantern Festival, the streets were no longer as bustling as before, but there were still many pedestrians.

The uncle selling candied haws on a stick shouted, Xingxing swallowed her saliva, her almond-shaped eyes were round with a hint of desire.

She has never eaten candied haws.

The young man smiled and spoke.

"The peaches aren't ripe yet, so let's treat Xingxing to some candied haws."

In an instant, the round-faced girl smiled sweetly.

"it is good!"

The candied haws are sour and sweet, as delicious as peaches.

The girl smiled brightly.