As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Chapter 62
Hong Xiu brought the cakes to Xie Zhaozhao and put them down on the table. "The little novice who delivered the cakes said, seeing that the lady didn't use much for dinner today, there happened to be a junior who knew how to make northwest-style bean paste cakes, so he gave the lady some. .”

"northwest?"

Xie Zhaozhao pursed his lips slightly, removed his red sleeves, and carefully opened the pastries on the plate one by one.

When he broke into the third piece, Xie Zhaozhao found a small bamboo tube inside the pastry, with a note written in tiny calligraphy inside.

Xie Zhaozhao glanced at it, pinched it, lit it on a candle, and burned it to ashes.

"Miss?" Xianggui's eyes shone: "Is it His Royal Highness King Dingxi——"

Xie Zhaozhao did not answer, only said: "Grind the ink."

Although Xianggui was curious, she could only suppress her emotions and obediently study the ink for Xie Zhaozhao.

Xie Zhaozhao was still responsible for copying Yu's scriptures.

Xie Zhaozhao copied slowly tonight, and it was already past Hai hour when he finished writing.

Xie Zhaozhao washed up casually, told Xianggui to retreat and rest, then he put out the candle at the table, lit a small candle and took it to the bed in the inner room.

She did not go to bed to rest, but carefully left a gap in the closed window and took a look at the night outside.

The lights in several other rooms in the Zen courtyard were extinguished.

I think both Yu and Dou's mother and daughter fell asleep.

Xie Zhaozhao withdrew his gaze and was about to turn back when a chuckle suddenly sounded from behind him: "Are you holding the window open for me?"

"..."

Xie Zhaozhao was silent for a moment, then looked back, "Where did you come in from?"

"Here." Yun Qi pointed back.

Xie Zhaozhao looked over and saw that it was a high and narrow transom.

Xie Zhaozhao couldn't help but said: "You are very neat in such a small position. You came in without even hearing a sound. This ability has the potential to become a gentleman."

Yun Qi was dressed in black plain clothes and slightly curled his lips.

I don’t know if it’s because this place is the Daxiangguo Temple, which is solemn and solemn, but he doesn’t speak glibly.

Yun Qi took two steps forward and said, "Let me take a look."

"Left or right hand?"

"Left leg."

"left--"

Xie Zhaozhao stared at Yun Qi, "Left what?"

"Left leg." Yun Qi said firmly and pointed to the bed, "Go over and sit down and roll up your trousers."

Xie Zhaozhao frowned and stood still.

"Don't understand?" Yun Qi raised his eyebrows and reached out to Xie Zhaozhao to fish it out.

The movement seemed to be about hugging her.

Xie Zhaozhao quickly took half a step back and said doubtfully: "Why do you want to look at the left leg?"

"The meridians must be connected to the limbs." Yun Qi said calmly: "Do you have meridians only in your hands? Why do you need this kind of thing? Hurry up, it's very late, I have to go back and rest."

Xie Zhaozhao stared at him hesitantly for a while.

Yun Qi frowned and said, "Why are you lingering? You don't want martial arts anymore?"

Xie Zhaozhao did not hesitate this time. He lifted up his skirt and sat on the edge of the bed. He rolled down his stockings and pulled up his trousers, revealing half of his jade-white calves.

Yun Qi lifted up his robe, sat firmly on the bed, lowered his head and reached out to touch Xie Zhaozhao's calf.

Xie Zhaozhao stiffened uncontrollably and quickly looked away, not wanting to see Yun Qi's movements, let alone his face.

The dim light from the small candle beside the bed cast the shadows of the two of them on the blue-grey bed curtain inside.

The way Yun Qi pressed the acupuncture points on her calf looked very intimate.

Xie Zhaozhao stared at the shadow, watching Yun Qi's slender fingers roaming on her calf, and his body's senses seemed to become very keen.

You can even feel the calluses on his thumbs and palms, and the smooth skin of his calves is a little itchy when rubbed.

Silent ambiguity circulates in the air.

Xie Zhaozhao bit his lower lip slightly and subconsciously tried to retract his calf, but his ankle was held by Yun Qi, "Don't move." Xie Zhaozhao closed his eyes and just wanted to end it quickly.

A stinging pain came suddenly.

Xie Zhaozhao took a breath and opened his eyes.

"Does it hurt you?" Yun Qi frowned, "This acupuncture point requires such force, please bear with it."

"Yeah." Xie Zhaozhao frowned and nodded.

Yun Qi's strength remained unchanged, sometimes making circles and sometimes pressing on the acupuncture points on Xie Zhaozhao's calf.

The initial sting gradually turned into a dull pain.

It became sore later.

Beads of sweat appeared on Xie Zhaozhao's forehead, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.

When everything was over, Yun Qi helped Xie Zhaozhao put down his trousers, casually picked up a black silk handkerchief in his arms, and helped Xie Zhaozhao wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The movement was so natural.

Xie Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, Yun Qi had already thrown the handkerchief into Xie Zhaozhao's lap, "It's dirty, wash it for me."

Xie Zhaozhao: "..."

Yun Qi got up and went to the table to pour some water.

Xie Zhaozhao snorted, "I didn't ask you to wipe my sweat with a handkerchief. Besides, if you don't drug me, I won't lose all my martial arts skills. You don't have to stay up late at night and jump over the wall and window to help me." I have a clear pulse."

Yun Qi picked up the cold tea and took a sip, then turned to look at Xie Zhaozhao, "Would you like to wash it?"

Xie Zhaozhao picked up the handkerchief, kneaded it into a ball, and wanted to throw it out to hit Yun Qi's face, but he didn't throw it out.

She looked at Yun Qi and said, "I have something to ask you for help."

"I won't help." Yun Qi refused without listening, "I gave you the medicine to prevent you from marrying Chu Nanxuan. I don't want you to jump into the fire pit."

"You are so ignorant of good people's hearts. If I help you now, I am not asking for trouble."

Xie Zhaozhao felt angry.

Hear how high-sounding these words are?

I don’t know who threatened her, so she could only let her resume her martial arts on the wedding night?

Xie Zhaozhao suppressed his boiling anger.

She put on her shoes and walked up to Yun Qi, trying to keep her expression as gentle as possible, "It's just a small favor...haven't we already made a life-long commitment privately, and you've stamped it, so why don't you do a little favor?"

Yun Qi paused, slowly put down the teacup, and looked towards Xie Zhaozhao.

Those dark and deep eyes were filled with ripples of light.

"Weren't you very unhappy when I stamped it?" Yun Qi lowered his head slightly, "Now you know how to use this as an argument. My dear sister, why are you so smart?"

"I'm not someone you can order around whenever you want."

Xie Zhaozhao took a deep breath, "Okay, forget I didn't say anything."

Xie Zhaozhao blessed his body with every courtesy: "I'm very grateful to His Highness King Dingxi for coming here to help me open my pulse tonight. It's getting late, so you should go back and rest early!"

Yun Qi frowned.

When Xie Zhaozhao turned to leave, Yun Qi suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"What?" Xie Zhaozhao looked back at him with calm eyes, "Is there anything else?"

Yun Qi asked: "What help do you want from me?"

"No need." Xie Zhaozhao slowly but firmly pulled his wrist back: "I will find a way myself."

Yun Qi grabbed her other wrist and said, "I'll help."

This time he pinched Xie Zhaozhao's wrist with skillful force. Xie Zhaozhao tried but couldn't break free and closed his eyes weakly.

Previously, he refused without any explanation.

Now I feel confident that I must help.

What on earth is this person thinking!
Yun Qi's voice was a little cold, "I will help you with anything, but you are not allowed to call me or salute me like you did just now!"

(End of this chapter)