The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 210

　”As for lies,” Wen Yijin said, “It’s all up to your majesty’s will. If your majesty wants to, I… I–”

　　He paused twice.

　　”What do you think?” Yin Xuanye seemed to have discovered something interesting.

　　Wen Yijin chuckled lightly and said, “I will do my best to satisfy Your Majesty.”

　　He lowered his eyes half-closed, hiding the expression in his eyes, and looked intently at the corner of Yin Xuanye’s robe, with a cold expression on his face.

　　Yin Xuanye leaned toward him, his breath fell behind his ear, and he whispered vaguely in his ear: “The regent is really taking great pains.” “I told your majesty before,” Wen Yijin said

　　, “Whatever your majesty wants, I will give it to you.”

　　Yin Xuanye was silent for a moment and said, “Speak more later, tell me what is in your heart -” His

　　voice became lower in the second half: “If you don’t say it, I have no idea.”

　　The draft papers urging him to draft were handed over to him day by day. Wen Yijin’s performance in the past was always tepid, seeming to care, but also not caring. Therefore, for many times, he was a little unsure about Wen Yijin. What do you think?

　　”Even if I want to take a concubine, you must stop me and not allow me to take a concubine.” Yin Xuanye said domineeringly.

　　Wen Yijin laughed: “Then I will be punished by your Majesty?”

　　”I will not punish you.” Yin Xuanye said, “I will only be happy.”

　　When he said “I will only be happy,” he looked at Wen Yijin, and Wen Yijin didn’t know Why, because of this sentence, I feel the same relaxed mood.

　　One person’s emotions can also be closely related to another person’s.

　　He raised his hand and took out a brocade bag from his chest, which was embroidered with two red-eyed white cranes crossing their necks. His voice twitched, he tilted his head and coughed twice. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

　　”This is for you.” He handed the kit into his hand.

　　Yin Xuanye lowered his head and glanced at the brocade bag. It was ordinary. The only thing that was special was the embroidered pattern on it.

　　”Did you embroider it?”

　　Wen Yijin couldn’t help but chuckle and joked: “If your majesty wants it to be embroidered by me, I can’t go and learn it.” Yin Xuanye just blurted out the last question, and then he also

　　said Knowing that he had made a fool of himself, his face felt hot from Wen Yijin’s smile. He stroked the fine embroidery on it and said, “What do you mean by sending an orphan to me?” Wen Yijin said, “I can give it away if you want.” “Well, I will do well to

　　you

　　. Keep it.” He hung the brocade bag on his waist, leaned on Wen Yijin like a boneless body, closed his eyes and said, “It’s so tiring to be alone.” Wen Yijin: “Can I press it for you?” Yin Xuanye was not

　　polite

　　. lying on his lap.

　　…

　　That night, Yin Xuanye returned to the palace after washing up. When changing clothes, he saw the brocade bag on the bedside and wanted to put it into a wooden box. He took out the wooden box from the secret compartment under the bed and put the brocade bag When I put it in, I suddenly felt something inside through a layer of fabric.

　　Could it be that Wen Yijin put something in and forgot to take it out?

　　He opened it and was stunned.

　　Inside were two strands of black hair tied together by a red rope. The two strands were of different textures. Yin Xuanye tied up Wen Yijin’s hair and took it out at once. One strand was Wen Yijin’s, and the other – —It’s his.

　　This was a real birthday gift given to him by Wen Yijin.

　　Yin Xuanye looked at it for a while, then lowered his head and raised his lips.

　　He loved it. 　　Wen Yijin originally thought that the Duke of Zhen would just stab him a few times at the birthday party. Unexpectedly, five days later, the Duke of Zhen sent him an invitation and invited him to have a gathering at his house

　　. 　　In the afternoon of that day, the sky was a little gloomy. Wen Yijin took a carriage to the Zhen Guo Gong’s Mansion. He had prepared for the Hongmen Banquet and wanted to see what the Zhen Guo Gong was selling. 　　After the servants of the Zhenguo Duke’s mansion welcomed him in and served him tea, the Zhenguo Duke changed his clothes and came to play chess with him.

　　”The Duke is in a good mood.” Wen Yijin said.

　　Duke Zhen: “How about the regent? How is the regent’s health these days?” ”

　　I’m thinking of you, Duke Lao. Everything is fine.”

　　”The regent is nearly thirty years old and is in good health. Why not consider marrying and having children? The next two descendants?” Duke Zhenguo asked.

　　When Wen Yijin heard this, she knew that he was making insinuations and said with a smile: “I am so sick that I won’t hurt others.” “The Regent is joking.” He changed the subject, “Or is the Regent a good man

　　? ”

　　Wen Yijin picked up a chess piece and dropped it. Hearing this, his eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at the Duke of Zhen. The Duke had sharp eagle eyes. Wen Yijin smiled gently and elegantly, “Why did the Duke say this?” “The court is already in the middle of the court

　　. You and His Majesty are gossiping.”

　　”That doesn’t prove anything.” He said, “The National Guild came to see me, and His Majesty must have had a lot of advice. What is His Majesty’s temperament? Can others persuade me? Are you better than me? The king knows better.”

　　Duke Zhen Guo had nothing to say.

　　The two broke up unhappy.

　　As soon as September passed, the weather gradually started to get colder in October. During the rainy season, there were many memorials written every day. Yin Xuanye sometimes spent all day and night in the Ganlu Hall handling government affairs.

　　And Wen Yijin spent more nights in his bedroom. With Yin Xuanye there, there was no need for Mrs. Tang in the bed.

　　The cold wind in winter is biting and unbearable. In December, the first snow falls. Every year, many people die in winter, including those who die of illness, freezing, starvation, and those who cannot survive the cold weather.

　　Wen Yijin’s body is prone to fatigue in winter. Sometimes he sits next to Yin Xuanye and falls asleep with his head propped up unknowingly. Yin Xuanye pays attention to his body care, and there is a charcoal fire burning in the hall, making it warm.

　　There was a snow-white scene outside the window. Yin Xuan was tired from criticizing memorials at night. He raised his head and looked out the window. After a while, he turned to look at Wen Yijin who was sleeping with his head on one side and his eyes closed. He held his breath and leaned forward, feeling His breath fell lightly on his lips, and the corners of his lips curved.