Master is a white moonlight

The sun is shining today and the air is a bit humid.

The sunlight casts dappled light and shadows through the treetops, evaporating the moisture in the soil little by little.

The breeze rolled up the fallen leaves from time to time, and the coolness brushed over the cheeks, making people feel sleepy.

Leng Yizhen lay on the side of the soft couch bored, flipping through a roll of bamboo slips, and gradually closed his eyes.

The sunlight refracted in through the window, sprinkled on Leng Yizhen's long hair and side face, and coated a thin layer of gold powder on the thick eyelashes.

The half-wet long hair was scattered on the soft couch, and there was a faint fragrance of roses in the hair, and because of the fresh bath, there was still a thin layer of pink on the cheeks.

Biyu sat at the side, the golden silk fan in her hand swaying gently from time to time, fanning the wind for Princess Fengyi.

The strength of the wrist is neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow, and every point is just right.

After a while, the sound of even breathing came from the ear.Only then did Biyu put away the fan in her hand, and got up very cautiously, for fear of disturbing Princess Fengyi.

Turning around, Biyu's face turned pale with fright, and it took her a long time to react.

Because no one came to report, Biyu didn't notice when the high priest stood behind him.

"High Priest..." Biyu only spoke half of the words, and was stopped by the high priest's eyes.

Xuan Qiao remained silent, her eyes fell on Leng Yijiao who was sleeping soundly, and she gently waved her hand at Biyu.

Biyu didn't dare to say any more, she bowed and retreated.

Leng Yizhen had a dream, dreaming that he had returned to the first space, back to Shen Han's side.

"Master, Jian'er... Miss you..." Leng Yizhen murmured softly, turned over, and continued to sleep deeply.

Xuan Qiao stood beside the soft couch, her eyes sank instantly.

After a while, Xuan Qiao raised her hands above her head, took off the white jade tiara from her head, and placed it on the window sill.

In an instant, a waist-length black hair was scattered on the back.

After taking off the white jade tiara and the complicated court robe, Xuan Qiao lay on her side on the soft couch.

He closed his bloodshot eyes, adjusted his sleeping position, and wrapped his arms around Leng Yizhen's slender waist naturally.

Leng Yizhen fell into a drowsy sleep, and felt his waist sink, as if something was pressing him down.

"Xuan Qiao...you..." Leng Yijiao slowly opened his tired eyes, and what caught his eyes was Xuan Qiao's face that was close at hand.

"It's so sleepy to be a teacher." Xuan Qiao still closed her eyes and said lazily, "Be good, don't move around."

At this moment Xuan Qiao is really sleepy, after discussing the morning court for nearly three hours, even Wu Shan will not be able to use it in time.

Leng Yijiao was also very sleepy, so he didn't say any more.I just felt that the two of them were too close to each other's cheeks, and they were a little uncomfortable.

So she turned over, turned her back to Xuan Qiao, and continued to sleep deeply.

The two people's hair was scattered on the soft couch, and they didn't know when they were entangled together, and they didn't notice it.

This sleep lasted for a long time, until nearly midnight, the two woke up one after the other.

"Xuanqi, why are you sleeping here?" Leng Yijiao opened his eyes, and saw Xuanqi lying next to him, looking at him intently.

Xuan Qian's face was originally very white, but now it looks even paler, without the slightest trace of blood, with a look of tiredness.

Leng Yizhen just woke up, her mind is still not very clear.It took me a while to remember that this person had come just now, and he had slept all afternoon with his arms around her.

"Xian'er is awake." Xuan Qiao rested her head on one hand and looked sideways at Leng Yiluo.

"Have you had lunch?" Leng Yijiao suddenly remembered what Biyu said before, looked at Xuanqi and asked back.

"No." Seeing a trace of warmth in Leng Yijiao's eyes, Xuan Qiao shook her head slightly.

"Then aren't you hungry?" Leng Yijiao frowned slightly and asked.

"A little bit." Xuan Qiao responded lightly, her eyes still staring at Leng Yijiao naked.

Leng Yizhen was about to get up, only to find that the strands of long hair of the two were entangled together.

"Hiss!" Leng Yizheng's scalp was pulled, and he couldn't help but gasped, not daring to move again.

"Lie down first!" Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, her eyes fell on the long hair of the two people who were entwined together, "Let me come as a teacher."

"En." Leng Yijiao responded, and obediently lay back on the soft couch.

Xuan Loi's white and slender fingers landed between the hair of the two of them, and the fingertips deftly untied the entangled strands of hair.

After a while, the tangled strands of hair were untied by Xuan Qiao.

"Okay." Xuanqi looked down at the hair and curled the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you." Leng Yijiao thanked her with a smile, but before she could react, she was pulled into her arms by Xuan Qiao.

Xuan Qiu ran her fingers through Leng Yijiao's light brown hair, wrapped it around her fingers, and greedily played with it.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, his slightly cool lips fell on Leng Yizhen's slender neck, and stretched out the soft tip of his tongue to gently draw circles on the neck.

"Stop making trouble." Leng Yijiao pushed Xuan Qiao hard on her body, her dark eyes suddenly lit up, "By the way, I packed the sauced beef back, do you want to eat it?"

"Okay." The corners of Xuanqi's mouth suddenly rose, and she smiled knowingly.

At Xu time, in Fengning Hall.

A bright crescent moon hangs in the night sky, and bright stars are scattered in the endless Milky Way.

The inside of the hall is filled with fragrance from the incense in the copper furnace, and white smoke hovers upwards.

From time to time, a cool breeze blows in from the window, blowing up the snow-white curtains hanging around the big bed, like clouds dancing.

"Xian'er, but I like this sauced beef very much." Xuan love picked up a slice with chopsticks and fed it to Leng Yi's mouth.

"Well, it's very delicious!" Leng Yijiao was not polite, and opened his mouth to take a big bite.

Right now, only Leng Yijiao and Xuan Qiao are left in the entire dormitory, and the rest of the servants are all dismissed by Xuan Qiao.

"Then I will arrest the cook from the inn and bring him to the palace tomorrow." Xuan Qiao said lukewarmly while pouring wine for herself, "Let him cook this sauced beef for Jian'er alone."

"Why are you so domineering!" Leng Yijiao chewed the sauced beef in his mouth, swallowed it, and then said.

"Don't you like it?" Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yijiao in confusion, and asked back, "Just now, Jian'er said that he likes to eat this sauced beef."

"Of course I like to eat this sauced beef." Leng Yizhen was angry and funny, and explained patiently, "But you can't just arrest people and bring them to the palace."

"Being able to work in the palace is something that many people can't ask for."

"How do you know that other people are willing to come to the palace?" Leng Yizhen added, "Now that he's gone, what about his family? What about his wife and children?"

"Xian'er has really grown up." Xuan Qiao held a bronze wine cup in her right hand, and the intoxicating aroma of wine wafted from the cup from time to time.

Looking up, Xuan Qiao drank more than half of the wine in the glass.

"Eat something before drinking." Leng Yijiao quickly picked up a piece of lotus root and put it into Xuanqi's bowl.

Because it was the first time Leng Yijiao picked up vegetables for herself, Xuanqi was a little surprised, and looked down at the lotus root in the bowl for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Leng Yijiao saw Xuan Qiao's strangeness, and asked tentatively, "Don't you eat lotus root?"

"No, I like it very much as a teacher." Xuan Qiao said, picked up the chopsticks at the side, and picked up the lotus root in the jade bowl.

Xuan Qiu picked up the lotus root with chopsticks, brought it to her lips and took a bite,

The softness of glutinous rice is mixed with the unique fragrance of lotus root. The two completely different foods blend together to create a different taste.

"Xiao'er, I have something to tell you as a teacher." Xuan Qiao put down the chopsticks in her hand, looked at Leng Yiluo and said.

"what's up?"

"As a teacher, I will leave for the south tomorrow."

"Why are you going south all of a sudden?"

"The flood in the south is serious, which has caused a large number of refugees to riot. As a teacher, I need to go to the south in person to appease the hearts of the people."

"Then you..." Leng Yizhen bit her lower lip lightly, and asked aloud, "When will you be back?"

"At least half a month."

"Is it going to be so long?"

"Is Jian'er reluctant to be a teacher?"

"I.....No!" Leng Yijiao retorted, a thin blush instantly appeared on his cheeks.

"If Jian'er is reluctant to be a teacher, you can accompany him to the south."

"........"

Leng Yizhen lowered his head, holding the chopsticks tightly in his right hand, not knowing how to answer.

The sauced beef in my mouth seemed to have suddenly lost its taste, and I was full of thoughts, not knowing whether to go or not.