Don't be tempted, sir

The Zhao family father and son rushed all the way here and did not sleep a wink last night. Now that the government office has imprisoned Zhang Wei and other traitors, the father and son went back to the Yan Mansion with Song Xiaoyuan to rest.

It was past dinner time when Song Xiaoyuan walked in and saw the person he had missed for a long time, sitting on the swing under the cherry tree. His eyes were a little softer and more affectionate: "Shen Yining."

Shen Yining was swinging on the swing out of boredom, looking at her swaying skirt. She heard the voice of someone she hadn't seen for many days and suddenly looked up: "Song Xiaoyuan!" She stood up and ran over to him and threw herself into his arms. The scent of winter snow and pine made her feel at ease: "You're back!"

Song Xiaoyuan held her in his arms, with her soft black hair draped behind him. He looked into her eyes as she raised her head in his arms, with a faint fragrance lingering around his nose as he replied, "Hmm!"

"Cousin Yining!"

Shen Yining, who was still in his arms, tilted his head and stood up quickly: "Uncle, cousin!"

Zhao Zhongtai coughed lightly: "Ahem, Yining..."

"Ah! Uncle and cousin, have you eaten yet? I'll get it to you right away!" He fled the scene in embarrassment, wondering how he didn't see the two men in mighty armor behind him!

The Zhao family father and son, along with the maids and servants, went to the guest room to take a bath and change clothes first. Song Xiaoyuan sat alone in the dining room waiting.

After the three of them finished their meal, they went back to their rooms to rest. Shen Yining took a shower and returned to his room. Seeing that the light in his room was still on, he knocked on the door: "Song Xiaoyuan?"

No one in the room answered. I pushed the door open and saw no one. Why didn't you take a rest? Where did you go? I called softly, "Song Xiaoyuan?"

Song Xiaoyuan, who was taking off her clothes in the inner room, heard someone calling her, so she put on her clothes and walked out: "What's the matter?" Seeing that it was her, he smiled warmly: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Shen Yining explained hurriedly: "Oh, I just finished taking a shower. You have some dark circles under your eyes. You must not have had a good rest these days. I saw the light was still on and came to ask why..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted: "Shen Yining, come here." Seeing her awkward and helpless, he walked closer: "Are you afraid that I will misunderstand? If you want to come in, just come in, no need to explain."

He actually saw the embarrassment of me breaking into his room in the middle of the night, and then finished his words: "Why...are you still not asleep?"

Song Xiaoyuan walked slowly to the table and said, "Come here."

Look at her approaching, the candlelight illuminates her eyes, bright and clear: "Do you like it?"

Following the direction of his finger, she saw the green jade pendant hanging around her waist and raised her eyes to affirm, "I like it!"

"Come closer."

Shen Yining walked closer, and the candlelight illuminated her small and delicate face.

Song Xiaoyuan rested his left hand on the table behind him: "Why did you hide from me...a few days ago?"

Shen Yining waved his hands to explain, "This... um... I..." He stopped talking because he was too embarrassed to speak.

Forget it, I won't tease her anymore. I walked closer to her under the candlelight and saw that her wounds had healed. That was all.

He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head: "Go back and rest."

Shen Yining raised his eyes: "Have you been injured these days?"

"Yeah, but it's okay, don't worry."

Seeing that she didn't move, he took her into his arms and comforted her softly: "Don't worry! It's not serious!"

"really?"

"Well, really!"

Shen Yining came out of his arms and they looked at each other. She unconsciously raised her hand to support his face. Although he said he was fine, his face looked bad. He was lying! After not seeing each other for a long time, she spoke softly, "Song Xiaoyuan."

Feeling the warmth in her hands and looking at the burning gaze in her arms, his eyes were tinged with lust: "Hmm?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Um"

With his right hand, he lowered his head and kissed the soft pink lips. Shen Yining stood on tiptoe to respond. He didn't bite randomly like he did that night. His kiss was full of tenderness. The kiss was restrained. Shen Yining put his hands on the back of his neck and looked at her actively catering to him. Song Xiaoyuan hugged tightly, a little... wanting more! But he let go and kissed his forehead and said hoarsely: "Go to bed!"

Seeing her blushing cheeks, he touched her head and said, "You are still too young. Let it grow! Don't look at me like that in the future."

Shen Yining's lips turned slightly red as she looked at his chest rising and falling with emotion: "Why, don't you like it?"

"I like it, but I'm afraid you don't like it. Go to bed! Go to bed early so you can grow up."

"Oh! Then you should also go to bed early, my husband!"

"Husband?"

"You don't like this either?"

"I like it, but it's not the right time yet! Everything in Dianzhou is over."

"Go to bed early, Song Xiaoyuan!"

"Yeah!" He sent her to the bedroom, then returned to his own room, undressed, and lay down. He was indeed very tired these days.

Shen Yining was lying on the bed, her heart was beating fast. This was her first kiss while awake. His lips were a little cold but very soft. Why did he say she was young? She was obviously already an adult. Wasn't he the guest of honor? Did he forget?

He woke up the next day feeling a little annoyed, and his cold expression made Song Xiaoyuan a little confused.

Standing with his back to the cherry tree, pulling his handkerchief.

"Shen Yining?"

Without replying, he walked closer to straighten her up: "Did I...scare you last night?"

Her eyes turned red due to the fluttering eyelashes. Seeing her aggrieved and crying look, Song Xiaoyuan bent down and looked into her eyes: "What's wrong? I'm sorry for last night. It was me..."

Shen Yining interrupted him: "No, why did you forget my birthday!"

"I didn't forget. Didn't you receive my gift?"

"Flower arrangement album?"

"Huh? No, that's for you to pass the time. It's a jade bracelet."

Shen Yining had already forgotten the grievance at this moment, thinking: "No!"

Song Xiaoyuan rubbed her head, looking doting: "It's okay, I'm compensating Yi Ning, okay?"

"okay."

Zhao Jinmo looked at him and saw that he had a completely different face at the moment. He was smiling, gentle, and his eyes were full of pampering and love. He had nothing to do with the ruthless and murderous man who rode his horse among a mountain of corpses yesterday.

"What are you looking at, little brat!"

Zhao Jinmo stared at him in confusion: "Father, what kind of person is Lord Song? Why is he different every time I see him?"

Zhao Chongtai stood with his hands behind his back and said, "This Lord Song... He is a man of both civil and military talents, elegant and leisurely, and his moods are changeable. No one in the court has ever seen him clearly. Our Yining... is too small! How could we choose such an iron plate?"

Zhao Jinmo also felt that he couldn't see the man clearly, and felt that he was very dangerous. He was a little worried about his cousin. Yi Ning was younger than him, but the age difference was not much. He must inform his cousin of the situation before leaving, and he couldn't let this little white flower be stained with blood!

Song Xiaoyuan and Shen Yining were playing the zither under the cherry tree, arranging flowers. The seven-stringed zither had been re-stringed, and the sound was clear and rich, with a simple style. Everyone in the garden stopped to listen to this poetic scene.

I never thought he could play the piano so well. His piece "Drunken Fisherman Singing at Dusk" portrayed a fisherman who was in high spirits boating on the river, and his bold and unrestrained attitude after drinking.

Pale pink cherry blossoms are paired with white camellias, and a few willow branches with green buds in early spring from Yunnan, and the song is complete.

"Does it look good? Xiao Yuan."

"It's beautiful, as white and flawless as you are."

“The Drunken Fisherman Singing at Dusk is also nice!”

"Have you ever seen a drunken fisherman singing in the evening in Yining?"

“I have never been to Songjiang.”

"Although there is no Songjiang River in Yunnan, there is Kunmi River. How about I take you there tomorrow?"

"Kunmi Chuan?"