Master is a white moonlight

The candlelight in front of him became weaker and weaker, and a slightly cool body pressed against Leng Yijiao's body.

Immediately, the other party's wet and cool lips covered Leng Yizhen's lips, and kissed the lips directly.

Like plum blossoms with snow falling between the lips, after melting, only the coldness and faint fragrance of the lips remain.

Leng Yizhen suddenly opened a pair of almond eyes, the black pupils like ink stared at Xuanqi who was close at hand.

The window was suddenly blown open by the strong wind, and the rainwater floated into the room along the window, and the drizzle fell on Leng Yijiao's long hair and side face.

"Hmm...let go..." Leng Yizhen squinted his eyes halfway, and pushed the person on him hard, but it didn't help.

Xuan Qiao sucked the tip of the other party's tongue vigorously, as if she wanted to fuse the other party into one before she would give up, as if she didn't notice that the window had been opened.

Leng Yijiao was kissed until his face was blushing, and at some point, he unexpectedly responded to the other party's kiss.

The deep pool in the depths of my heart was turned upside down in an instant, and I thought it would not be able to calm down tonight.

Seeing that this person finally stopped resisting and even reacted, Xuan Qiao couldn't help but smile a little satisfied.

The lips suddenly left the slightly red and swollen lips of the other party, and slid down along Leng Yizhen's slender and smooth neck.

Leng Yijiao's slender waist was wrapped around her arms, and her knuckle fingers landed on the opponent's belt.

"Xiao'er, let's go to bed, okay?" Xuan Qiao half-kneeled on the ground, the white jade crown had already been taken off by herself, and she placed it on the table casually.

Her black hair spread out, her phoenix eyes were filled with a thin mist, and the corners of her eyes were wet before she knew it.

Leng Yizhen bit her lower lip lightly, slowly sat up straight, lowered her head in embarrassment, and quickly put on the outer shirt hanging on her arm again.

"What are you wearing it for? You'll have to take it off soon." Xuan Qiao stood up as she spoke, with an evil smile on her lips.

Before Leng Yizhen could react, Xuan Qiao picked her up and walked towards the carved wooden bed.

"Xuanqi, what are you going to do?!" Leng Yijiao hugged Xuanqi's neck tightly, fearing that she would fall, she slapped her teardrop eyelashes, "Put me down!"

"Yi'er, it's late at night." Xuan Qiao carried Leng Yizhen to the carved wooden bed, put Leng Yizhen on the bed and sat down, tilted her head and nibbled on the other's earlobe, and said in a seductive voice, " Let's go to bed."

At this moment, Leng Yizhen was more than half sober from the wine, remembering what the two of them did by the window just now, his cheeks were almost bleeding from shame.

"Xuan Qiao, we can't do this again." Leng Yijiao bit her lower lip lightly, retreating reflexively.

"What's the matter?" Xuan Qiao leaned over Leng Yijiao's body, exhaled hot air at the other party's neck, and said softly, "I don't understand what you're talking about, as a teacher."

"You said it yourself..." Leng Yizhen clearly felt her beating heart, "We are not married yet, so you won't do anything to me."

"Naturally." Xuan Qiao smiled slightly, and said indifferently, "I have never broken my promise for my teacher."

"Then you still..." Leng Yizhen tightly protected his chest with both hands, almost biting his lower lip, and could not utter the remaining half of the sentence no matter what.

"It's my birthday gift from Jian'er, I like it very much." Xuan Qiao straightened up as she spoke, and looked down at Leng Yiyao with a wicked smile on her lips.

The drizzle outside the window drifted into the house from time to time, hitting the lotus flower in the white porcelain vase so hard that it couldn't stand upright. The raindrops rolled down the tips of the petals, and the fragrance of the flower was wet.

It rained almost all night last night, and it didn't stop until nearly two hours ago.

When Leng Yijuan woke up, there was no one beside the pillow, leaving a shallow pressure mark on the pillow.

The window was half open, and bursts of lotus fragrance drifted in from time to time outside the window, mixed with a thick and moist breath.

Leng Yizhen forced herself to sit up, leaning her back against the head of the bed.From time to time, the fingertips gently rubbed the temples to relieve the splitting headache after drunkenness.

All kinds of quarrels last night flashed in his mind instantly, making Leng Yilian's cheeks hot with shame.

Fortunately, no one was around.

Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door, followed by Cuizhu's familiar voice.

"Your...Young master, are you awake?" Cui Zhu held a basin of clear water in both hands, and called softly into the room.

Leng Yizhen came back to his senses, sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes and socks, then walked towards the door of the room.

"Good morning, Cui Zhu." Leng Yizhen pushed the door open with both hands, with a slight smile on his lips, and slightly sideways, "Come in."

"Master, good morning." Cuizhu showed a playful smile at Leng Yijiao, and walked into the room first with clear water.

Leng Yizhen let Cuizhu wait for her to wash and wash. After rinsing her mouth with tooth powder, Leng Yizhen finally asked what she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Cuizhu, where's the high priest?" Leng Yijiao sat in front of the dressing table, looked at Cuizhu through the mirror, and asked, "Have you returned to the palace?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." Cuizhu held the white jade crown in both hands, and replied respectfully, "The high priest has returned to the palace."

"Oh." Leng Yizhen didn't know why, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.He only responded lightly, and stopped talking.

Cuizhu was ordered by Chenshi to go out of the palace to wait for Princess Fengyi to change her clothes.When leaving the palace, the Hall of Supreme Harmony had already gathered hundreds of officials.

"There must be something urgent that the High Priest needs to return to the palace to deal with." Cuizhu saw Princess Feng Yi's loss, and quickly added, "Otherwise, how could the High Priest be willing to leave Her Royal Highness and you alone?"

"Cuizhu, you..." Leng Yizhen turned his head to look at Cuizhu suddenly, the white jade crown on his head almost fell off, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Your Royal Highness, this servant has realized his mistake!" Cui Zhu hurriedly knelt down, admitting her mistake respectfully.

"Get up." Leng Yijiao frowned slightly, bent down to help Cuizhu up, "I said, don't kneel down at every turn."

"Go back to Your Royal Highness, this servant will remember." Cui Zhu got up quickly and said respectfully.

After having breakfast at the inn, it was nearly noon when we returned to the palace.

The imperial dining room has already prepared lunch for Princess Feng Yi, but because Leng Yi got up too late and had too much breakfast, she is not hungry at all now.

"Your Highness, you should eat some." Biyu stood by the dining table and advised respectfully, "Today, the Imperial Dining Room made your favorite glutinous rice stuffed lotus root. lotus root."

"I'm really full from breakfast." Leng Yizhen rubbed his stomach, blinked his almond eyes and looked at Biyu.

The soup dumplings in the inn were so delicious that Leng Yizhen couldn't resist eating two.Not only that, Leng Yizhen also packed half a catty of sauced beef back to the palace, and secretly hid it.

"The servants put it away first." Biyu said with a smile, turned around and greeted the little palace maids at the side, and began to pack up the food on the table.

"By the way, Biyu." Leng Yizhen rested his chin on one hand and looked up at Biyu, "Has the high priest had lunch?"

"Back to Your Highness, the morning has not yet come." Biyu replied respectfully.

"Hasn't morning yet?!" Leng Yijiao frowned slightly, looked at Biyu and asked for confirmation.

"Yes, Your Highness the Princess." Biyu replied again in a respectful voice, "The morning court has not yet ended."

Leng Yizhen's brows frowned even tighter. It's been a while since he came to the third space, and this was the first time he encountered a situation where the morning morning was not over until noon.

Leng Yizhen was suddenly a little worried. Could it be that something difficult happened?