Master is a white moonlight

The next day, the morning sun broke through the clouds.After the heavy rain, there is a cool humidity in the air, which makes people feel cool.

From time to time, the sound of chirping birds can be heard outside the window, disturbing people's dreams.

Leng Yizhen turned over, pulled the quilt aside to cover her body, curled up and hid in Xuan Ling's arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.

The birds chirping outside the window became louder and louder, which completely disturbed Leng Yizhen so that she could not sleep peacefully.

Leng Yizhen slowly opened his tired eyes, and what caught his eyes was the sleeping face of Xuanqi.

Xuan Love's already white face became even paler at this moment, and her brows were slightly frowned from time to time, as if she was having a nightmare.

Leng Yijiao looked at Xuan Ai with distress, raised his hand and gently stroked Xuan Ai's cheek.

When his eyes fell on his right hand, Leng Yijiao's cheeks suddenly turned crimson.

I saw that the index finger and middle finger of my right hand were stained with milky white water marks that had solidified, and there were traces of blood between the water marks.

Looking down, the bright red bloodstain on the snow-white bed sheet is so eye-catching, Leng Yizhen blames himself very much.

"Xian'er, you're awake." Xuan Qiao was in a light sleep, but when Leng Yiluo touched her cheek, she woke up completely.

"Xuanqi, good morning." Leng Yijiao quickly withdrew his right hand and showed a big smile at Xuanqi.

"Good morning, Jian'er." Xuan Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, her voice a little hoarse.

Xuan Qiao made a gesture to get up, but just moved her body.The whole person froze in place, frowning tightly.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi, his eyes were full of concern and distress.

"A little bit." Xuan Qiao tried to force a smile towards Leng Yijiao.

"Don't go to court today." Leng Yijiao looked at Xuanqi with pity eyes, and advised softly, "Okay?"

"En, good." Xuan Qian smiled lightly, and raised her hand to hook the loose hair behind Leng Yijiao's ears behind her ears.

"Then you go to sleep for a while." Leng Yijiao said as he got up, deliberately hiding his right hand behind his back, "I'm going to make red dates and lotus seeds porridge for you."

"Xian'er is also tired." Xuan Qiao lay down again obediently, lying on her side and looking at Leng Yiyao, "Let the imperial dining room do it."

"I'm not tired." Leng Yizhen lowered her head, bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and insisted on getting up and getting out of bed.

Xuan Qiao didn't try to persuade her any more, her whole body was so soft that she seemed to be falling apart.He slowly closed his eyes, planning to catch up on sleep for a while.

By the time Leng Yijiao finished the lotus seed porridge and went back to the bedroom, Xuan Qiao had already woken up, and the maids were waiting on her to dress her up.

A few palace maids were standing in front of the agarwood bed, changing the sheets and silk quilt on the bed.

"His Royal Highness." Zhu Hua stood behind Leng Yijiao in a pink palace attire, and whispered softly.

Zhu Hua held the tray with both hands, and on the tray was a white jade bowl, and the lotus seed porridge in the bowl was steaming.

After Leng Yizhen was reminded, he withdrew his gaze.He led Zhu Hua towards the dining table and asked Zhu Hua to put the white jade bowl on the table.

"Xiao'er, come here." Xuan Qiao sat in front of the dressing table, heard the sound and turned sideways, beckoning to Leng Yiyao lightly.

"Go down, you don't need to wait here." Xuan Qiao's eyes still stayed on Leng Yiluo, and he gave instructions to the maidservants in the palace.

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

Leng Yijiao obediently walked towards Xuanqi, stood beside the dressing table, and quietly waited for Xuanqi to speak first.

Xuan Loi turned around, took a box of Luo Zidai from the dressing table and handed it to Leng Yijiao, looked up at Leng Yijiao and said, "Xiao'er, how about thrushing for my teacher?"

"I'm not very good at it." Leng Yizhen looked down at Luo Zidai in his hand, then looked at Xuan Qiao and said, "I'm afraid I can't draw well."

"It doesn't matter." Xuan Qian smiled slightly, with a trace of rare tenderness in his brows.

Pulling Leng Yijiao onto her lap and sitting down, her hands hugged Leng Yijiao's slender waist, and then lowered her head to get closer, making a gesture to catch Leng Yizhen's soft lips.

"Xuanqiu, stop making trouble..." Leng Yijiao was afraid that he would not be able to control himself again, so he treated Xuanqi like he did last night.I had no choice but to pretend to be serious and persuade Xuan Qiao to restrain herself, "Didn't you tell me to draw your eyebrows for you?"

"Okay." Xuan Qian got up, her soft lips brushed against Leng Yijiao's cheek inadvertently.

Leng Yizhen hurriedly picked up the brush that was specially designed for thrush on the dressing table.Let the nib dip in water, then drop the nib into the snail and dip it slightly.

Leaning forward slightly to get closer to Xuan Mou, she carefully draws the eyebrows for Xuan Moo.

Xuan Lo's eyebrows are very well formed, with suitable shades, too much is too much, and too little is too little.The shape of the eyebrows is also very good, there is no need to draw at all, just lightly brush the tail of the eyebrows.

"Okay." Leng Yizhen withdrew his right hand holding the brush, his eyes still fell on Xuanqi's crescent eyebrows, "Take a quick look, do you like it?"

"I like it." Xuan Qiao turned her head to look at herself in the bronze mirror, with a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth, "Xianer's painting is very good."

"No way." Leng Yizhen smiled awkwardly, and added, "Obviously you are the one who looks good."

"Does it look good for teachers and students?"

"nice!"

"But the teacher thinks that Jian'er is the most beautiful."

"By the way, I have something for you." Leng Yizhen said as he stood up, opened the drawer of the dressing table, and took out the perfume that was put away earlier.

Xuanqi sat quietly in front of the dressing table, without speaking, quietly watching Leng Yijiao's back.

"Xuanqiu, this is for you." Leng Yijiao held a small white porcelain bottle in his palm and brought it to Xuanqiu.

"This is..." Xuan Qiao picked up the small white porcelain bottle in Leng Yizhen's palm with both hands, and asked in puzzlement.

"perfume."

"What is perfume?"

"The function is similar to that of a sachet, but it is liquid." Leng Yizhen explained, "Just put some perfume on the neck and ears, and the fragrance will last for several hours."

"I understand, Master." Xuan Qiao nodded her chin clearly.

"Then do you like it?" Leng Yijiao asked tentatively.

"Yes, I like it very much." Xuan Qiao said, and brought the white porcelain bottle in her hand back to Leng Yikan, "Can Er put on the perfume for the teacher, okay?"

"Okay!" Leng Yijiao took the white porcelain bottle in Xuanqi's hand, opened the bottle cap, took a clean writing brush on the dressing table, and dipped some perfume on the tip of the pen.

After putting on the perfume, Xuan Qiao proposed to paint flowers and lipstick on Leng Yizhen, and Leng Yizhen agreed with them.

Leng Yijiao got up early, afraid of disturbing Xuanqi's rest, so she simply washed up.No makeup was applied on her face, and only an emerald green headband was casually tied behind her long hair.

After dressing up and applying perfume to each other, it was time to dawdle.

The bowl of lotus seed porridge on the dining table was already cold, Xuan Qiao ordered someone to heat it up, and then filled the dining table with the breakfast that had been prepared.

"Is it delicious?" Leng Yizhen rested his chin on his hands and rested his elbows on the table, looking at Xuanqi who was sitting opposite him.

"Delicious." Xuan Chi chewed the lotus seed porridge in his mouth carefully, and the fresh aroma of lotus seeds spread between his teeth.At the end, it should be one sentence.

"Then you have to eat up this bowl of lotus seed porridge." Leng Yijiao said, then picked up the chopsticks at the side and picked up a piece of sauce-flavored cucumber for himself.

"En, good." Xuan Qiao nodded in response, and used the jade spoon to scoop up a spoonful of lotus seed porridge in the bowl.

Halfway through breakfast, Huo Shiwei came to pass the word in a hurry, saying that Zhao Shilang from the household department was asking to see him in the imperial study.

"Xiao'er, I won't accompany you for breakfast as a teacher." Xuan Qiao got up, straightened the hem of her robe, turned her head to look at Leng Yizhen and said, "Come to accompany you for dinner, okay?"

"Okay, you go first." Leng Yijiao also got up, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, quickly sneaked a kiss on Xuanqi's cheek, "See you tonight."

Xuan Qiao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she pulled Leng Yiluo into her arms.She bowed her head again, and her soft lips touched Leng Yizhen's lips, which were painted with peach-colored lip balm.

Leng Yijiao also took advantage of the opportunity to hug Xuanqi's slender waist, and just about to respond, this person resolutely left his lips.

"See you tonight." Xuanqi's amber eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and she said softly.

"Hmm." Leng Yijiao let out a word from between his teeth, his cheeks had already turned crimson, and he turned slightly sideways.

At the gate of the imperial study room, Zhao Shilang had been waiting for a long time, and had no choice but to order someone to communicate.

"High Priest, Wan An!" Zhao Shilang raised his head and saw the High Priest approaching him.

The high priest came slowly in a white robe, his steps were much slower than before, and his face looked a little pale.

"Get up." Xuan Qiao walked straight into the imperial study, and said lightly, "Go into the study and talk in detail."

"Here." Zhao Shilang said respectfully, and then straightened up.After stepping over the high threshold, he followed the high priest into the royal study.

In the imperial study room, Xuan Qian sat on the gold-plated dragon chair, displaying the usual majesty in the past.He tried his best to endure the discomfort in his body, not wanting to be seen by others.

"Zhao Shilang is in a hurry to find this priest, why?" Xuan Qian raised her eyes, looked at Zhao Shilang and asked.

"To the High Priest." Standing in the center of the hall, Zhao Shilang first bowed to the High Priest before answering, "As for the position of 'Terrace Supervisor', I have the courage to recommend a talented person to the High Priest."

"who?"

"Wei Changqing."

When Xuan Qiao heard this, her eyes sank instantly, and it took a while before she said leisurely, "Zhao Shilang, this priest has always felt that you are a sensible person."

This Wei Changqing is General Chen's nephew, because of General Chen's face, Wei Changqing was allowed to serve in the court, and he was only given a civil servant.

"I know I'm wrong!" Zhao Shilang knelt down on his knees with a "plop", his shoulders trembled, "I hope the high priest will make amends!"

"Forget it, this priest will not punish you."

"Thank you High Priest for your kindness!"

"After all, the position of supervisor still needs to be taken by Zhao Shilang."

"I...I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

"This priest believes in your ability." Xuan Qiao said indifferently, and waved at Zhao Shilang, "No need to say any more, just step back."

"Here, I'll take my leave." Zhao Shilang responded bravely, he must be very busy now.