After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 4

Fujin ignored her, then looked at Wuling, and smiled kindly. She stretched out her hand with a long cloisonné finger, motioned for Wuling to sit down, and asked kindly: "What about the shaman?" But okay?"

"Okay... okay..." Wu Ling said insincerely.

After the fourth master's spring hunting, he injured his hand and went to the imperial hospital for treatment, so when he returned home, it was already evening.

Di Fujin ordered his servants to prepare the pot so that the whole family could sit around and have a warm meal, including Wu Ling, of course.

The pot in Beijing City is a bit sweeter, and Wu Ling is not used to eating it, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks after only two or three mouthfuls.

Li Fangfujin kept moving towards Yinzhen, as if he wanted to stick to him, Li Fangfujin looked at Yinzhen's left hand wrapped in thick gauze, and asked delicately: "Master, the wound on your hand still hurts." Is it? I feel distressed~"

Look, Di Fujin is still there, this Li Ce Fujin dared to do this, it seems that he is really favored.Wu Ling couldn't help but tsk-tsk twice, but inadvertently met Shang Yinzhen's eyes, which made her hair stand on end involuntarily.

The night before, Yinzhen lost his mind and drank a little bit. Until today, it was the first time that he saw Wu Ling so clearly. He was so beautiful and charming. No matter which man saw it, he would be moved by it. .

Of course, Yinzhen is also that man without exception.

With Wu Ling, a charming but not demonic person, the others seemed to lose their colors in an instant. .

. . .

After the meal, everyone left one after another.

Wu Ling strengthened her courage, and thought in her heart: Wu Ling, come on, you can do it!
Then, chase after Yinzhen in the direction where he left.

Yinzhen stood by the lotus pond, with his hands behind his back, walking leisurely.

Holding his breath, Wu Ling greeted Yin Zhen: "Fourth Master is well."

Yinzhen glanced at her, still throbbing, but he only nodded lightly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.Looking at the man in front of him, his demeanor looked refined, which was quite different from that night.

Wu Ling didn't have time to be disdainful, she quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of Yinzhen's clothes, her hand was so light that Yinzhen almost didn't feel it.

No one has ever dared to pull the hem of his clothes, Yinzhen turned his head and asked, "You...do you have anything else to do?"

"Uh-huh."

Wu Ling responded in a low voice, then knelt down with a plop, and timidly replied: "Concubine...concubine is homesick..."

"Heh." Hearing this reason, Yin Zhen couldn't help laughing. He looked at Wu Ling in front of him, a teenager, but he was also at the age of true temperament. He said: "If you miss home, send a letter to your family." Bar."

"Concubine...concubine..."

Wu Ling's voice was soft and waxy, which made Yin Zhen feel numb. He asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I don't know how to use the pen and ink here..."

Han Wu used spikes to write.This point, Yinzhen has forgotten.

Wu Ling said again: "I heard that in the capital, only the fourth son of the emperor has excellent calligraphy. I don't know... concubine... can you appreciate master's calligraphy."

"You want me to help you write a family letter?" Yinzhen guessed Wu Ling's little thought at a glance.

Wu Ling is not sure that Yinzhen will agree to her, after all Yinzhen has always been very fierce to herself, and now she can only use the shield of her mother clan.

She lowered her head and kept silently pulling the corner of Yinzhen's clothes, shaking it from time to time, as if acting like a spoiled child.

"Let's go."

Yin Zhen only said two words, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Wu Ling thought he had failed, and was a little discouraged. Su Peisheng on the side hurriedly reminded him carefully: "Oh, Wugege, hurry up, I have never seen such a soft and wonderful person~"

. . .

In front of the table, sandalwood is ethereal...

In front of the writing desk, Yinzhen sat in a loose posture, but his body was still upright, his joints were clearly defined. He picked up the suet jade writing brush in his palm, and he raised his head and spoke coldly: "What are you writing?"

Wu Ling paused, and said something Han Wu said: "Father, my daughter is homesick."

It was only then that Yinzhen realized that since it was a family letter, Hanwu naturally couldn't understand the calligraphy of the Central Plains, so he put down his pen: "I don't know how to write Hanwu's characters."

"Then... Grandpa... can you teach my concubine how to use a pen? I can write by myself..."

"come over."

Yinzhen's tone was cold: "Hold the pen with the thumb, index finger and middle finger, move the pen with the wrist, and just relax and write."

"Concubine... stupid." Wu Ling held a jade pen, pretending to be very stupid, her fingers were extremely uncoordinated, and the characters written were large and small, which was very ugly.

Just as she was about to put down her pen in discouragement, Yinzhen's broad and thick palm covered her catkin...

"Thank you grandpa..."

Wu Ling smiled with some success, her body was soft, and when she was writing a letter, those body brushes, intentionally or unintentionally, aroused Yin Zhen's desire fire.

The letter was only half written, and Yinzhen couldn't bear it any longer. With a hoarse voice, he asked, "Before entering the mansion, did you learn how to serve others?"

Because the night before, Wu Ling's performance was too jerky.

Wu Ling turned around, and faced Shang Yinzhen's deep eyes, which were exactly the same as that night, the fear and fear from the past came overwhelmingly, making her trembling slightly and shaking her head.

Yinzhen frowned: "Are you afraid of me?"

Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and asked instead: "The concubine...is determined to be Ke Fu's life, sir...are you afraid of the concubine's life?"

Even though he was afraid, he could still maintain his arrogance, which surprised Yinzhen. He shook his head: "I only believe that man will conquer heaven..."

Wu Ling smiled, he is indeed the future emperor, his demeanor is different...

Afterwards, Wu Ling still didn't forget to whisper in Yinzhen's ear: "My concubine has been tossed by the shaman recently, sir, please be gentle..."

"Okay..." Yinzhen's voice was so hoarse that he agreed for the first time.

When the candlelight was extinguished, Su Peisheng closed the door intimately at the door. With his hands behind his back, he sighed softly...

In the middle of the night, a drop of flower dew condensed from the flower tin between Wu Ling's eyebrows, and it dripped lightly on the palm of Yin Zhen's left hand, no one noticed.

. . . . . .

The next day, Wu Ling wrote the letter and returned to Xiaoyu Pavilion.

This time, it can be regarded as the true fit between the two, Yinzhen seems to be very satisfied, so he indulged a little last night.

He first sent Wu Ling's letter to Guozijian for translation and inspection, and it was full of homesick words, so Yinzhen sent someone to send the letter to Hanwu with confidence.

In the evening, the imperial doctor came to change Yinzhen's dressing, and when he took off the gauze, he was surprised to find that Yinzhen's wound had healed. Looking at his smooth left palm, Yinzhen was shocked.

The wound on his left hand was as deep as the bones, and even the best medicinal materials would take ten days and a half months to heal, but he was injured yesterday during spring hunting, so he will be healed today?

Thinking back, Yinzhen realized that since he woke up in the morning, his wound seemed to have stopped hurting.

Thinking of this, Yin Zhen fell into deep thought...

. . . . . .

Little Jade Pavilion…

"Gege... avoid child soup..."

Fat Fu timidly brought out the soup again.

"Is it from Fujin?" Wu Ling slumped on the bed exhaustedly, took the decoction, quietly dripped a drop of flower dew into it, and drank it without hesitation.

Fat Fu shook her head: "This time it was sent by Fourth Master."

"Oh…"

"But there is good news." Fat Fu leaned into Wu Ling's ear: "Gege worked hard to serve Fourth Master last night, so Fourth Master said that the shaman's practice can be put on hold for now."

"That's a human saying."

Wu Ling turned over, her bones seemed to be falling apart, but happiness is better than the wind and sun, this time, it was worth it.

But Wu Ling also knew that although the fourth master said that someone would conquer the sky, he still had a grudge against him, otherwise, he wouldn't have sent him Bizi Tang.

(End of this chapter)