Master is a white moonlight

Leng Yizhen walked all the way in the sedan chair, lifting the heavy brocade and embroidered curtains with one hand from time to time, peeking at both sides of the street.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and merchants knelt at the door and bowed to salute.

The sparse pedestrians all knelt on their knees and retreated to both sides of the street.He lowered his head respectfully, welcoming Princess Feng Yi's arrival.

"High Priest, Wanan!"

"Princess Feng Yi, Jin An!"

Leng Yizhen's eyes fell on a woman with a baby in her arms in the crowd, and saw that the woman was dressed in coarse linen and her face was sallow and haggard.

The baby in the swaddle was crying all the time, and the woman coaxed the baby softly.His face was full of worry and fear, and his eyes were already red and swollen.

"Biyu." Leng Yijiao softly called out to Biyu, who was beside the sedan chair, for fear of disturbing Xuanqi who was riding a white horse in front.

"Your servant is here." Biyu approached the sedan chair slightly, and said in a respectful and soft voice, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"Did you see that woman in the crowd?" Leng Yizhen pointed at the crowd, and whispered, "It's the one holding the child."

"Go back to Your Highness, the servants have seen it." Biyu looked in the direction Princess Fengyi was pointing at, and nodded quickly when she saw the couple of women and children in the crowd.

"After the crowd disperses, you can secretly give her some money." Leng Yijiao added softly.

"Here." Biyu bowed her body and said respectfully.

Only then did Leng Yijiao withdrew his hand holding the window curtain, and obediently sat back in the sedan chair without making a sound.

Back in the Sheriff's Mansion, it was already past noon.

The sheriff of Wei wisely arranged a large table of delicacies, which were much more refined than the usual meals.

The maidservants filed in and filled the dining table with plates of delicacies in their hands.

The high priest ate lightly, and he was not picky about his appetite.So in terms of meals on weekdays, you only need to prepare according to the instructions of the high priest.

Xuan Loi stood by the dining table, let the maid wait on her and washed her hands, then looked sideways at Leng Yijiao who was sitting by the dining table, and asked a question.

"Xiao'er, are you hungry?"

Leng Yizhen dipped his hands in the bronze washbasin filled with clear water, washed his hands himself, and then took the silk handkerchief from the maid to wipe off the water droplets on his fingertips.

Leng Yijiao didn't answer Xuan Qiao's words, and returned the silk in her hand to the maidservant at the side.Standing up, she grabbed Xuan Qiao's wrist.

"Come with me!" Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi's eyes and dodged with a little fear, but her tone was very firm.

Xuan Qiao lowered her head and glanced at her wrist which was tightly held by Leng Yijiao, her slightly frowning brows instantly relaxed, replaced by a smile on her lips.

"Okay, you guys go down." Xuan Qiao waved her hands to the maidservants and ordered, "There is no need to serve here."

"Here." The maidservants bowed and bowed one after another, bowing their heads and retreating.

Leng Yijiao kept looking at the door, and after the maidservants closed the door, she pulled Xuanqiu and walked straight to the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Xiao'er, why are you so impatient." Xuan Qiao also sat on the edge of the bed, and began to untie the belt with one hand, pursing her lips and smiling.

"What are you doing with your belt off?!" Reflexively, Leng Yijiao leaned back slightly, staring at Xuanqi with wide almond eyes vigilantly.

"Didn't Jianer want to go to bed?" Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yiluo pretending to be puzzled, and her desire to flirt was aroused, "As a teacher, come and take off your clothes."

"When did I say I was going to sleep?" Leng Yizhen was anxious, trying to defend herself, "Besides, it's broad daylight!"

"Then why is it?" Xuan Qiao lowered her eyebrows, looking at the wrist that was still being held tightly by Leng Yiluo, "Why did you drag Wei Shi to the bedside, and still hold Wei Shi's hand like this?"

"I...I want to feel your pulse." Leng Yizhen blushed when she was told, and explained quickly.

"It seems that I misunderstood Jian'er because of my teacher." Xuan Qiao stopped when enough was enough, and felt that she could no longer tease Leng Yiluo.

Xuan Qiao obediently put her hand on Leng Yijiao's lap, and cooperated with the other party to diagnose her own pulse.

Leng Yizhen held his breath, put his fingertips on the side of Xuanqi's wrist, and felt the other's pulse with his fingertips.

After a while, Leng Yizhen withdrew his right hand.

"It's fine." Leng Yizhen breathed a sigh of relief and said something to himself.

"It's been ten days since you've been away, but Jian'er wants to be a teacher?" Xuan Qiao moved forward as she spoke, and pressed her whole body against Leng Yijiao's body, her warm breath suffocating against Leng Yijiao's ear.

"No...no." Leng Yijiao stammered, not daring to look directly into Xuan Qian's eyes, and quickly turned his head away.

"Nonsense!" Xuanqi's complexion instantly became gloomy and her eyes sank, she pushed Leng Yizhen onto the bed.

One bullied her, and Xuan Love straddled Leng Yiluo's waist.

Raising his hands above his head, he pulled out the plain white jade hairpin from the white jade crown, and then threw the jade hairpin and white jade crown on the bed.

In an instant, a head of black hair fell down, and the waist-length black hair fell on the shoulders.

"Xuanqiu...you...uh..." Leng Yijiao frowned and looked at Xuanqiu, who was on her body. As soon as he opened his mouth, Xuanqiu kissed the corner of his lips.

With the tip of her tongue lightly probing, Xuan Love easily pried open the other's teeth.

It's more like gnawing than kissing.

Xuan Qiao's whole body was pressed against Leng Yijiao's body, sucking the tip of the other party's tongue forcefully, as if wanting to melt the other party into his own flesh and blood, before giving up.

"Hmm...it hurts..." Leng Yijiao exhausted all his strength to push away Xuan Qiao who was pressing on him.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and there was a striking bloodstain on the back of his hand.

Sure enough, blood came out from the bitten lip.

"Xiao'er, I didn't do it on purpose to be a teacher." Xuan Qiao panted slightly, a trace of self-blame flashed in her half-moist eyes.

"Get up!" Leng Yizhen pushed Xuan Qiao away, straightened her robes, and sat up quickly.

Leng Yizhen sat on the edge of the bed for a while, until her breathing became less short, then she got up and walked towards the dressing table.

Leng Yizhen sat in front of the dressing table, frowned slightly, and gently touched the corners of her lips with her fingertips.Fortunately, it's just a little scratched.

"Xiao'er, I'll wipe it for you, Master." Xuan Qiao stood behind the bronze mirror at some point, holding a piece of clean white silk in her hand.

"Give it to me." Leng Yizhen snatched the silk from Xuanqi's hand, turned around, and gently wiped away the blood from her lips in front of the bronze mirror.

"Are you angry?" Xuan Qiao still stood by Leng Yijiao's side, her tone was flattering, but there was still a hint of arrogance between her brows that couldn't be concealed.

"No." Leng Yizhen replied lightly, not wanting to talk to this person.

Obviously Fangcai is still good, but if a word doesn't match his heart, he will bite someone.Such thoughts are really incomprehensible.

"Xian'er must be angry." Xuan Loi said in a deep voice with her amber eyes still soaked in thin water.

Leng Yijiao looked at Xuan Qiao beside him through the bronze mirror, and naturally saw the water in this person's eyes, and his heart softened in vain.

"I'm hungry, let's eat." Leng Yijiao turned around, smiled at Xuan Qiao, and made a gesture to get up.

As a result, as soon as she got up, she was pulled into her arms by Xuan Qiao.Before Leng Yizhen could react, the soft tip of the other party's tongue fell on his lips.

The tip of the tongue lightly brushed the corners of the lips, wiping away the shallow bloodstains on the corners of the lips, as gently as a goose feather.

Such a provocative action caused Leng Yizhen's heartbeat to speed up suddenly, and his breathing also became rapid.

"Xian'er, the blood on the corner of your lips is still wet." Xuan Qiao squinted her long and narrow phoenix eyes, and licked the corner of Leng Yijiao's lips again with the tip of her tongue.

"Okay, let me go." Leng Yizhen blushed, and a blush appeared on the base of her ears.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" Xuan Qiao still held Leng Yiluo tightly, speaking in a seductive voice.

One leaned over and lowered his head, and gently covered Leng Yizhen's lips with his soft lips, but deliberately stopped moving.

Leng Yizhen was not a saint either, so he froze for a few seconds.Taking a deep breath, he took the initiative to cover Xuanqi's soft lips.

Xuan Qiao's eyes widened in surprise, and she was also full of joy, but she had to take into account Leng Yiluo's pricked lips, not daring to make too much of a fuss.

Xuan Qiao half-closed her long and narrow eyes, and finally closed her pair of phoenix eyes slowly. The thick and slender eyelashes covered her eyelids, and a drop of tear fell from the eyelashes.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until the corners of the broken lips felt aching, Leng Yijiao reluctantly pushed Xuanqi away, and walked towards the dining table without looking back.

"Xian'er, let's have some soup first." Xuan Qiao also sat at the dining table, filled a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Leng Yijiao.

"Thank you." Leng Yijiao thanked Xuan Qiao, picked up the spoon in the bowl and stirred the soup.

Remembering that he had kissed this person on his own initiative just now, his cheeks almost bleed with shame.He quickly lowered his head and drank a big mouthful of chicken soup, trying to hide his embarrassment at the moment.

Little did he know, the chicken soup in his mouth was too hot, and because the skin of his mouth was bitten again, tears immediately filled his eyes.

"Xiao'er, quickly spit it into the bowl!" Xuan Qiao quickly picked up the empty bowl in front of her, and brought it to Leng Yiluo.

Leng Yijiao was so hot that the tip of his tongue was almost numb, so he didn't care so much, and spit out the chicken soup factor in his mouth into the empty bowl.

"Xian'er sit down obediently, Master, let someone fetch some ice cubes."

Leng Yijiao tried her best to nod at Xuan Qiao, but because the tip of her tongue was still too painful, she didn't make a sound.

Before eating a single grain of rice, Leng Yizhen could only watch the delicious food on the table and drool because the chicken soup burned his tongue. In the end, he only drank a bowl of rice porridge.

Xuan Qiao ordered someone to fetch ice cubes, wrote a prescription for reducing swelling and relieving pain, and ordered someone to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

"Xian'er, my teacher has already ordered someone to grab the medicine. After drinking two doses, you will be fine." Xuan Qian leaned close to the corner of Leng Yiluo's lips, and touched it lightly with her fingertips in distress.

"Xuanqi, I have something to ask you." Leng Yijiao grabbed Xuanqi's wrist and said seriously.

"What's the matter?" Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, looking at Leng Yijiao in confusion.

"Is there a cure for this epidemic?" Leng Yixiang asked straight to the point.

"Yes." Xuan Qiao immediately returned to her usual indifference, "But..."

"But what?" Leng Yijiao continued to ask.

"We still have to wait for two more days." Xuan Qiao said indifferently, and withdrew her wrist from Leng Yiluo's hand.

"Why wait two days?!"

"Don't ask again, Jian'er, I have my own decision in my heart as a teacher."

As Xuan Loi said, she stood up, leaving Leng Yijiao with an aloof and indifferent back.