Don't be tempted, sir

At this moment, the palace gate was locked. Song Xiaoyuan easily avoided the Imperial Guards and climbed over the wall to leave the palace, and he also picked up a handful of jasmine from the Imperial Garden.

Boom boom boom!

"Who! Xingyue? Or Mengqiu?"

"Song Xiaoyuan..."

Shen Yining had been talking all day and was about to go to bed when he heard someone coming and hurriedly got up and opened the window: "Master Song!"

"Jasmine, this smells better."

Shen Yining took it and it smelled really good, fresh and elegant. Seeing that his eyes were clear but smelled of alcohol, he asked, "Did Lord Song drink?"

"Um"

"Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"Want to go to the rooftop if it's hot tonight?"

Shen Yining nodded and was about to look for the stairs, but Song Xiaoyuan held her with one hand, stepped on the window eaves and helped her climb up to the roof steadily.

"Is Lord Song's injury better?"

"No, but it's nice to hug you."

"I heard from my eldest brother that Lord Song has been staying in the palace these days. Why didn't he come out to recuperate?"

Song Xiaoyuan looked at the jasmine in her hand: "Do you like the flower?"

"Yes, I like it."

The next day when he changed the gauze, he found that the wound was torn again. Doctor Liu was unhappy and said, "Sir Song, what on earth did you do all day? Are you doing this on purpose because you don't like me?"

"Sorry, Doctor Liu."

Doctor Liu felt even more anxious when he felt the pulse: "Did you drink alcohol again?"

"Sorry, Doctor Liu."

The prince and Shen Changjun sat aside and watched Le: "It's what he deserves, it's what he deserves!"

Doctor Liu said unhappily, "Just live in the palace! Don't climb walls and climb roofs all day long. You're wearing my old bones out!"

"Well, thank you"

The prince joked: "Flying over eaves and walls, I wonder who's house he's going to be!"

Shen Changjun suddenly remembered: "Speaking of this, my servant said that he saw someone climbing over the wall in the middle of the night last time, but nothing was lost the next day. Maybe he saw it wrong."

The prince said earnestly: "Oh?" Then he looked at Song Xiaoyuan who was bandaging himself and looking out the window in a serious manner.

"It's definitely not our Xiao Yuan, right? After all, he is someone that even the Imperial Guards can avoid."

Song Xiaoyuan "......"

Shen Changjun had been working hard on the memorials these days. Seeing Song Xiaoyuan calmly changing the medicine, he was furious: "Doctor Liu! When can Xiaoyuan start writing?"

"I'm afraid it will take some time! It tore again last night."

Shen Changjun: "..."

I took even closer care of him over the next few days. I didn't dare let him work at all. I just hoped that he would get better soon!

"What! Sister Meng Qiu left after waiting for Madam to come back!"

"Yes, Xingyue should study hard during this period!"

"Miss~"

Meng Qiu didn't want to make Zhang Yi wait for her any longer, so she decided to open a shop in the capital together. Zhang Yi would be a blacksmith and she would do some sewing work, and they would live a peaceful and comfortable life after having a pair of children.

Shen Yining was happy for her: "That's good. As long as the two of us can be together harmoniously and happily, that's better than anything else."

Meng Qiu said shyly: "Yes, in the capital, even if the young lady needs any help, I can serve her."

"Thank you, bride!"

"Miss!"

How could Shen Yining bear to let her and Zhang Yi live in the store, so he asked the housekeeper to go to the city's yahang to select a house with a garden close to the iron shop. But this was a surprise, and Meng Qiu couldn't know about it!

The next day, when they arrived at the garden they had chosen, Xing Yue looked around and was pleasantly surprised. Shen Yining was also very satisfied. The garden was large enough to grow some fruits and vegetables. There was also a well, so they didn't have to run out to fetch water. The rooms were bright and clean, and the kitchen was spacious and could see the alley. Imagine Meng Qiu cooking, and Zhang Yi coming home after a busy day to see Meng Qiu early. Isn't this the wonderful life of a steady stream of water?

"Butler Wang, please find a golden osmanthus tree and plant it in the garden."

"It's Miss."

Xingyue said happily: "Sister Meng loves the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance the most. Every September, I can eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Sister Meng. Ah~ I really want to eat it!"

"Greedy! Go and look at the furniture."

When we arrived at the furniture store, we were dazzled by the dazzling array of items. After comparing many styles, we finally decided on simple and easy-to-clean ones. The furniture will be completed next month. Although I feel reluctant, I still hope they can be happy!

When I returned home and looked at the bustling crowds on the street and the dim lights, I felt that time passed so quickly, flowers bloomed and fell, and people gathered and dispersed.

Song Xiaoyuan had been under constant surveillance for several days and could only rest in the house. That night, the sneaky man came again after many days. He tiptoed into the house, saw the person on the bed, blew some unknown cigarettes and left.

After a while, a graceful woman came into the room and climbed onto the bed. Seeing that Song Xiaoyuan had his eyes closed and did not respond, she said coquettishly, "Xiaoyuan."

She climbed on him, her hands roaming on his cheeks, and when she saw that he hadn't responded, she got a little annoyed: "Song Xiaoyuan!"

Song Xiaoyuan spoke coldly without opening his eyes: "Please respect yourself!"

The hand that was caressing his face did not loosen as he spoke: "Why doesn't Xiao Yuan dare to open his eyes?"

He raised his hand and pulled her hand away: "Get off!"

The woman was unwilling: "Why? I just want Master Song to look at me!"

Tan opened his eyes and got out of bed: "The princess will marry Prince Ling soon. It's not good to climb into someone else's bed in the middle of the night!"

Rong An sat on the bed, looking at him unwillingly: "Just because I climbed into your bed, you have to marry me!"

Song Xiaoyuan put on his clothes and said slowly: "Really?"

"Yes! Why don't you feel emotional? Didn't you just...?"

He lit the candle calmly and held out his hand to signal to leave: "Please!"

Rong An sat on the bed without moving. Seeing him turn around and try to leave, he asked unwillingly, "What's wrong with me? If you don't like me so much, Xiao Yuan, I will definitely change if you tell me."

Seeing his raised foot pause, Rong An walked down from the bed and said softly: "Xiao Yuan, I don't like Ling Yi. It was my mother who forced me to marry him. You are the only one in my heart!"

His cold eyes stared at her: "Lord Ling, you are gentle and talented. Don't miss the true lover because of your obsession."

Rong An stood helplessly under the candlelight, unable to hear any questions: "Song Xiaoyuan! Why?"

Seeing that he was not looking at her, Rong An turned and stood in front of him, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she spoke hoarsely: "Why are you so ruthless to everyone? Only to her! Accompany her shopping, eating, smiling at her, and doing those extremely boring things with her. Pei Ying was bad for her, but you were willing to take risks to protect her and go to investigate it yourself, and solve the Pei family for her, and even said that you saved her by the way when you passed by. She only likes her second brother! There were rumors in the capital that you were dead, but she didn't shed a single tear for you! Xiao Yuan, are you really willing to be her second brother's shadow? Just to make her happy? Look at me, Xiao Yuan, you rejected my proposal last time, saying that you didn't want to care about love, but what is it now? You just don't want to care about anyone except her, right?"

Song Xiaoyuan's eyes were filled with emotion, he stepped out and disappeared into the night, leaving Rong An alone with tears streaming down his face. He returned to the Song residence, and the Meixiang civet cat was still beside the bed, sleeping soundly in the lingering fragrance.