Yang Liusi

It's early summer, and the nights are a little hotter.

Yang Xianyuan was a bit afraid of the heat, but this night he felt more and more hot and uneasy. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he simply turned over, stepped on his soft shoes and went down to half open the window. Close the window.

"Can't sleep?" Liu Fanyin didn't fall asleep either, thinking about it, Yang Xian just tossed and turned beside her like a baked pancake, she was originally a very light sleeper and easily woken up, with Yang Xian's actions, she must not be able to fall asleep.

"Yeah." Yang Xian leaned against the window pane, listening to the even breathing of the little maids outside, he sighed softly.

Seeing this, Liu Fanyin felt no sleepiness at all, so she got up and sat up.

"Worried about the Prime Minister?" Liu Fanyin has always been thoughtful, and Yang Xian has always been used to writing all his thoughts on his face, so Liu Fanyin could see her sorrow clearly.

Yang Xian let out a sigh of relief.

Although old man Yang always wanted to beat her to death as a rebellious son, and wanted to break up with her at every turn, but he didn't after all.

She has been a playboy for so many years, and old man Yang was so angry that he threatened to beat her to death, but hasn't she still lived peacefully until now?

Old man Yang has always been unforgiving, he is not a good husband, nor is he a good father, but... after all, he is her father.

I don't know if old man Yang is better now because of the anger at the wedding.

Thinking of this, Yang Xian felt even more heavy.

"The prime minister is fine. He was depressed some time ago, so the emperor gave permission to rest at home; now, the prime minister is concerned with state affairs, and he has gone to the court to discuss politics every day. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it." Liu Fanyin said calmly, without asking for credit at all. I didn't mean to comfort, as if I was reciting the obscure ancient prose left by my husband, and didn't put any emotion into it.

Yang Xian was stunned to hear that, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Have you seen enough of the moon, can you go to bed?" Liu Fanyin looked at Yang Xian's dazed look, but couldn't help but sullenly, and teased.

Only then did Yang Xian come back to his senses, and in a blink of an eye, Liu Fanyin was lazily leaning on the back of the bed, wearing a light green dress, with a section of her shoulders slightly exposed, making her complexion extremely white; separated by the scattered water Looking at the red smoked gauze curtain, Liu Fanyin's face was infinitely charming, a little more tender than before.

Yang Xian couldn't help staring blankly again.

"Pfft..." Seeing Yang Xian's increasingly dazed look, Liu Fanyin couldn't help laughing.

"Girl, do you want some tea?" The little maid who was on duty outside at night heard the movement in the inner room, and asked, yawning and sleepy, followed by the rustling sound of getting dressed, I'm afraid the next thing is to go to the outer room Hot tea on the stove.

"No, you're still resting." Liu Fanyin slightly raised her voice, holding back her smile, "There's Xiaoxian serving inside."

"If there are other orders, the girl will just say so." The little maid outside yawned again, then regained her composure, and fell asleep again.

"Miss, do you want tea? Xiaoxian is here to serve you." Yang Xian imitated the tone of a little maid, and looked at Liu Fanyin sincerely, and at the end, he did not forget to wink at Liu Fanyin.

Seeing this, Liu Fanyin couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "Come here soon, the wind is cold in the middle of the night, don't stand at the window and blow."

"It's already closed." Yang Xian retorted, but obediently kicked his soft shoes and ran to Liu Fanyin's couch.

"Xiaoxian is here to serve the girl." Yang Xian said, blinking at Liu Fanyin.

Yang Xian's eyes were originally a pair of clear and charming peach blossom eyes, but when he blinked like this, he was even more charming.

Liu Fanyin only murmured in her heart, thanks to Yang Xian who was raised as a man since childhood; if he really grew up like a normal rich lady and turned out like this, how many men would fall into the trap set by these eyes If she can't get out, then - isn't there a lot of her rivals in love?

Thinking about it this way, I feel fortunate that the Yang family is an extremely patriarchal family.

"You don't need to wait on me," Liu Fanyin smiled and tapped Yang Xian's forehead lightly, then lay back under the blanket, "It's serious to sleep honestly."

"What if I'm not serious?" Yang Xian blurted out.

Liu Fanyin was startled, and looked at Yang Xian with a very meaningful look.

Only then did Yang Xian realize that what he said just now was so intriguing, his face turned red all of a sudden, and if he touched it lightly, it must have been hot.

"That... I mean... I'm dishonest..." Yang Xian paused again, why does this sound... more meaningful than what he said just now?

"Oh?" Liu Fanyin became interested, and she was not in a hurry to urge Yang Xian to sleep. She rested her chin on one hand, her head full of black hair scattered on her shoulders, against the faint candlelight beside her, she was very charming.

Looking at Liu Fanyin like this, Yang Xian couldn't help swallowing, and for a long while, he was even more at a loss, and everything he said seemed to be getting darker and darker.

"Little fool." Seeing Yang Xian's embarrassed appearance, Liu Fanyin couldn't help laughing, stretched out a hand and tapped her forehead lightly, "You, the young master of the prime minister's mansion, is famous all over the capital. Have you ever been honest and honest about it? It's embarrassing to come now."

"It's not because of you, Fanyin." Yang Xian found that he liked Fanyin's tapping on his forehead more and more, with infinite pampering, which greatly benefited her.

When Liu Fanyin heard this, the smile on his lips deepened: "It really is dishonest and dishonest."

Yang Xian stretched out his hand abruptly, and hugged Liu Fanyin into his arms - Fanyin's skin was as fine and white as porcelain, and smooth and cold as that porcelain, holding her in his arms made her unable to help but feel a surge of love.

"That's dishonest and dishonest." Liu Fanyin's hair fell on her neck, exuding a faint fragrance, which made her feel distracted for a while, and couldn't help getting closer to her, bowing her head on her neck, Take a deep breath.

Liu Fanyin only felt a slight heat on the neck, which was very comfortable.

She has always disliked contact with others, but only Yang Xian can make her want to get closer, and get closer.

"Fanyin." Yang Xian buried his head on Liu Fanyin's neck, and after a long time, he let out a muffled cry.

"Huh?" Liu Fanyin held Yang Xian's hand tightly, and stroked her loose hair with a smile.

"Do you know, today you helped those little maids to bully me, I'm jealous." Yang Xian's voice became deeper and deeper, and it was a little more charming than his usual voice.

Liu Fanyin laughed out loud, couldn't help but patted Yang Xian on the back, and sighed: "You idiot, the first person to be jealous is me."

"Hmm..." Wenxiang Ruanyu was in his arms, and Yang Xian's mind was also wandering, but he subconsciously responded, and after a while, he suddenly realized, "Huh?!"

Liu Fanyin couldn't laugh or cry.

"How could I not be jealous if you molested those little maids like that, and made a fuss about it; now that I'm jealous, I will teach you a lesson myself—so as not to let those little maids take advantage of you again. "Liu Fanyin said calmly with a sullen face.

"Haha," Yang Xian couldn't help but feel complacent, "Fan Yin is like this, I'm really happy."

"Really?" Liu Fanyin raised her eyebrows, "But I'm not very happy."

"what?"

"No, why don't you come and do something that makes me happy?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Fanyin, dishonest and dishonest, it's clearly you... um..."

The candle that was lit on the side also burned to the end at this time, the weak candlelight flickered a few times, and then went out with a "thud".

The night is getting deeper and deeper, only the room temperature is full of fragrance.