The fake eunuch who lurked in the palace

Yun Niang was too lazy to pay attention to him and prepared to spread the mattress on the chair and couch.

"Stop looking for it. There is only one quilt in this room. I just watched them take away everything they could."

Li Yi kowtowed and looked at her playfully.

He naturally knew that this was not Yun Niang's intention. He had seen someone push her hard to hold her grandson. This was the first time Li Yi had seen someone push her hard to hold her grandson.

Yes, according to this era, Yun Niang is indeed old.

She's already in her twenties and doesn't even have a baby, so it's no wonder Sheng's mother is anxious.

"Don't worry, the bed is still big enough, but let's make a deal first and don't go overboard. I'm not just a casual person." Li Yi straightened up and spoke solemnly.

Yun Niang pursed her lips and walked to Li Yi.

"What are you going to do!"

Li Yi leaned back, folded his arms, and looked frightened, like an innocent virgin about to be fucked by an evil woman.

Yun Niang's eyes flashed, and she pinched Li Yi's flesh and twisted it. She was really pretending to be addicted!

Put it in front of her and still play this trick.

A wolf plays the role of a little white rabbit, I let you play the role of a rabbit!

"Fuck!"

"lighter!!"

Li Yi grabbed Yun Niang's wrist and moved it into his arms.

After binding her hands, Li Yi curled his lips and said, "It's not just a joke, but it's so cruel."

"I saw it today."

"What do you see?" Yun Niang frowned slightly and moved her wrist.

Seeing her discomfort, Li Yi relaxed slightly and said, "You and Wen Heng."

"So?" Yun Niang raised her face and looked at him with a smile.

"Little eunuch, don't tell me, are you jealous?" Yun Niang's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing.

"There are quite a few."

Seeing Li Yi admitting, Yun Niang was stunned for a moment, then she narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, "I told you not to use affection on me."

"I won't give back."

Yun Niang broke away from Li Yi's hand, stood up, looked back and smiled, as charming as a demon.

Li Yi turned his eyes and chuckled, "It's late at night, madam, it's time to go to bed."

After getting into bed, Li Yi patted the place beside him and raised his eyebrows at Yun Niang.

Yun Niang rolled her eyes.

Her mother was really good at sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth, even a thick piece of clothing was shaved off by her.

Untying her belt, Yun Niang took off her coat.

Li Yi can't move her legs, will she get scared?

"I said, if you go to the edge again, you will fall."

"It's hard to believe that a madam who was very comfortable in a brothel suddenly looks different when she goes to bed."

"Ms. Yun, you have been out there for so many years and have seen more sex between men and women than me. What are you afraid of now?"

Li Yi pulled her in front of him and looked at her.

Falling into his dark pupils, Yun Niang tried her best not to disrupt her breathing.

"I've seen a lot of things happen to you. I'm not one of those innocent girls. What can I be afraid of? It's just that the smell of the medicine is too strong and makes me feel uncomfortable."

Yun Niang wrinkled her nose as she spoke.

Taking medicinal baths every day, Li Yi couldn't even imagine the smell of medicine on his body, but the smell was not bitter.

The Sheng family was very willing to give up on him, and even bought Tianshan Snow Lotus.

But even if it is a medicinal fragrance, it is inevitable that some people will not like it.

Li Yi let go of Yun Niang's hand, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

After Li Yi's breathing stabilized, Yun Niang turned around and looked at him. Li Yi's face still needed another operation. He suffered almost every day.

I don't know what kind of nerves make him act like a normal person.

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, and Yun Niang slowly closed her eyes.

Little eunuch, get well soon and leave as soon as possible.

In the early morning, Li Yi raised his head and looked at Yun Niang.

While she despised him, she slept like a pig.

It’s this color, so pretty.

It is hard for you to imagine that a person who is so charming when he opens his eyes can be as pure as a baby when he sleeps.

"Morning."

Seeing Yun Niang's eyelids trembling and looking like she was about to wake up, Li Yi said hello politely.

"Well, morning."

Yun Niang's tone was lazy and she looked at Li Yi dimly. She turned around and opened her eyes.

After a while, she got up from the bed and asked the maid to bring hot water. Everything seemed natural.

Seeing that they came later than usual today, Sheng's mother had a hidden smile in her eyes and asked the kitchen to prepare more ingredients for health.

Yun Niang almost buried her face in the bowl, feeling helpless.

Li Yi smiled shyly, looking at that innocent young master's look, Yun Niang wanted to squirt in his face.

After Li Yi left, Yun Niang returned to Fuxiang Courtyard. When she saw the things she bought yesterday, she called the boy and said, "Send the pen and ink to my uncle."

Li Yi's hand is recovering for the second time. It can bear as little force as possible. This set of pen and ink was carefully selected by Yun Niang yesterday.

Meeting Wen Heng was purely accidental.

The two of them could not speak more than three sentences, and in such a short time, Li Yi saw them.

Fortunately, he is a member of Du Qiansi, and he has sharp eyes.

In the Hanlin Academy, Li Yi was flipping through the books. Human potential is unlimited. After staying there for a month, he has now accomplished two tasks.

On one side, I was absorbed in reading, and on the other side, I was thinking.

Because of the conflict between the Chu State and the Rong State, his popularity was affected. In the current national war, people's attention will inevitably be focused on that.

But now that the war has subsided and it has been such a long time, it stands to reason that his poems have reached Daqian.

Qingyue, you must watch it.

Li Yi prayed silently.

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...

Outside Zhaohua Palace, Xia Ling silently tore half of the pamphlet into pieces.

Xiao Qingyue would show a softer side except in front of her children. The rest of the time, she would be very quiet.

In order to arouse her interest, Xia Ling asked the young eunuch to collect story books and poetry collections and send them over.

But when it comes to love between men and women, that’s what happened in the pamphlet just now.

And that pamphlet was a poem written by Li Yi. To be more precise, it was copied.

Li Yi does not have that level of literature.

"My lady..."

"Quietly, I just put him to sleep." Xiao Qingyue covered Dabao and Xiaobao with a small quilt and walked out of the inner room slowly.

Children over 1 year old are very noisy and playful, and it is extremely difficult to coax them to sleep.

"Xia Ling, you are interested."

Seeing that she was holding seven or eight booklets in her hands, Xiao Qingyue smiled softly.

"My dear, everything is wonderful today, just take a look."

Xia Ling put the booklet in front of Xiao Qingyue. After waking up, except when she was in front of Dabao and Xiaobao, Xia Ling always felt that Xiao Qingyue was illusory.

Beauty is beautiful, but it feels intangible.

Like a fairy made of moonlight, it is beyond reach.

Looking into Xia Ling's expectant eyes, Xiao Qingyue picked up the book and read through it one by one.

Turning to Li Yi's book, she paused for a moment.

Excellent poetic talent.

Seeing the torn marks on the back, Xiao Qingyue chuckled.

"Xia Ling, go and get it. I am not indifferent to other people's love."

Xiao Qingyue spoke, and Xia Ling silently found the second half of Li Yi from a pile of torn papers.

With just one glance, Xiao Qingyue's eyes froze.

"Miss?"

Xia Ling saw that she was not in a good state and immediately took the poem away, knowing that she would not be able to read it.

The last few poems are said to have been written by the man named Si Jian for his wife, and they are very affectionate.

Xiao Qingyue pressed the book of poems fiercely, and it could be seen from her face that her mind was greatly shaken.

Her red lips trembled slightly, "Xia Ling, this poem, where did this poem come from?"