Is my wife farming today?

Feiyu heard the sound and flew out of the hall.

When he saw a delicate and beautiful man standing next to Xie Ju, he suddenly said with hot cheeks: "Why did the girl bring someone back from outside again? It's always a man. If His Highness finds out, he might not come to the girl for a few more days. …”

After hearing this, Shen Yiming glanced at her calmly.

If he declined, his expression would remain the same as before, "It's a good idea if you don't come. I'd be happy to have some free time. Feiyu, go make us a pot of tea and serve a few plates of cakes."

Feiyu persuaded her to return, but he still obeyed her words and quickly put down his work.

Feixue led the two of them to the palace.

Shen Yiming was walking when his foot suddenly stumbled and he almost fell. Fortunately, he grabbed his waist and lifted him up.

He looked sideways, his eyes were bruised and he looked a little tired.

If you refuse, you will know that his journey has been very hard.

"I wrote you a letter to make you feel at ease, but I didn't expect you to come here in person." She helped him stand firmly and climbed up the stairs.

Shen Yiming lowered his head and closed his eyes, "I know."

Feixue always knew each other well, so he led the two of them in and then closed the door and went out.

In the past few days, he always liked to kick the servants out of the palace and talk to Chef Xu alone all night long.

Feixue was ordered to look after her, so she naturally eavesdropped on her for a few days.

But every time I heard some plans and gossip about the future, nothing out of the ordinary happened. As time went by, I got used to it.

"Would you like to go to my couch and rest for a while?" she asked a little guiltily.

Shen Yiming glanced at the closed door, stood up and came to her, "In the past, I always blamed you for betraying me, and I wished that something would happen to you, but now that I heard that you did not come back with the concubine, my heart... Jumping up and down again."

As he spoke, he took her hand in one hand, bent down and put it on his heart.

A strong heartbeat, beating rhythmically.

"I am scared……"

Two drops of clear tears fell into the seams of her hands, both hot and cold.

Xie Xie's heart skipped a beat and she wanted to retract her hand, but he held her tightly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have written to you so abruptly."

Shen Yiming squatted down, like a docile cat, moved her palm to her face, leaned on her knees, and knelt at her feet.

Her appearance was softer and more charming than ever before.

The tiny tear mole in the corner of his eye adds a bit of sadness to it.

"No, I was very happy after receiving the letter." He was so straightforward and enthusiastic.

Xie Xie couldn't move and was a little at a loss.

He continued: "A few days ago, I just received a letter from my father. He said that my mother has been very good to him recently, and her condition has also eased a lot."

"That's good."

"These are all thanks to you."

Declined: "Don't put so much money on my face, I haven't done anything."

Shen Yiming suddenly raised his head and looked at her, "I know that I am not a special case in your mind, and you did not do these things specifically because of me."

"Huh?" Xie Xie was about to retort, but he suddenly reached out and put his hand against her lips.

"you listen to me."

I declined and had to shut up.

"I thought a lot on the way to find you. There is one thing that I was never sure about before. It wasn't until today that I was sure what I wanted."

She was confused.

I don’t know why Shen Yiming suddenly mentioned this. Just then there was a "dong-dong" knock on the door.

"Girl, your highness is here." As soon as Feixuede's voice fell, the door opened from the outside.

He Lanlian's face was gloomy, and behind him stood the charming and smiling Hu Meier.

Shen Yiming was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand and stood up.

He Lanlian's eyes fell on him with a somewhat cold look.

If looks could kill, Shen Yiming might have died thousands of times.

Shi Shiran declined and stood up.

"I heard that you came back extra early today, so I was curious and came over to have a look." He Lanlian said with a smile, looking Shen Yiming up and down, then suddenly changed the topic and asked: "You have such a bad temper, why are you so old?" Do you like to pick up some shady people from outside and bring them back to the palace?"

Seeing Shen Yiming's lithe figure, slender waist lightly girdled, and a red dress that made her skin fair and translucent, not to mention her pair of watery almond eyes under her slender willow eyebrows, it seemed as if she could speak, and she looked at him affectionately.

He Lanlian couldn't help but add, "I've always heard that Jiyue's men are open-minded and bold in their clothing. When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation."

Shen Yiming felt a little uncomfortable at what he said, so he turned sideways and retracted his snow-white thighs.

Xie Jun walked forward with a slight frown on his brows, put his arm around Shen Yiming's waist, and pulled him into his arms, "Your Highness, what you said is wrong. What happened to my Jiyue man?"

"Don't you think life is more enjoyable than that of you Rizhao girls?"

He used Ji Yue's masculine style as an excuse to ridicule Shen Yiming's dress.

She used her humble status as a Rizhao woman to fight back and showed no mercy.

He Lanlian's face suddenly turned ugly, "You actually refuted me for an insignificant person?"

"Somebody come!"

Three or four guards immediately rushed in from outside the door and said in unison: "Your Highness."

"Drag this man out for me and beat him to death with a stick!" He Lanlian didn't even blink. "What crime should I charge him with? If not, let's convict him of being a prostitute in the harem."

His tone was relaxed, as if what he was dealing with was not a human life, but an ant.

He refused and protected Shen Yiming behind him, his eyes focused, "Who dares?"

Then he quickly pulled out a dagger with cold light from his sleeve and sent it forward.

"He Lanlian, have you forgotten? What did you promise me before coming to Rizhao?"

"You said that as long as I want to leave, you will never stop me!"

He Lanlian looked at the sharp blade in front of his chin, his eyes turned cold, and his anger became even more intense.

"Brother Helan!"

"Your Highness!"

Two different voices sounded together.

Hu Mei'er never thought that things would develop to such an extent, and her eyes turned red for a moment.

"Decline! Do you dare to hold Brother Helan hostage? Do you want your life?"

"Are you going to try one more step?" Xie Xie grabbed He Lanlian's lapel and scolded him in a cold voice: "I hate people who break their word the most in my life. You are the Prince of Rizhao, how can you be like those shameless and dirty people? ?”

Hu Mei'er bit her lip, stared angrily at her, and screamed: "Come here! Come quickly! What are you doing? If something happens to His Highness, even if you have ten heads, it won't be enough!" "

Hearing the sound, he refused and stabbed the dagger into He Lanlian's chest.

He quickly pulled it out again, and blood spattered on her white and tender neck, like a bloodthirsty pattern.

He Lanlian groaned, never expecting that she would really do something to him. He was about to resist, but suddenly felt that his hands were weak and he couldn't use any strength.

She leaned close to his ear, "Surprise? He Lanlian."