"She slept all day?"
After not being confused for long, Song Jinyin opened her eyes amid a series of stern inquiries. Her eyelids were a little heavy and her lips were a little dry.
The lights in the room were bright, and it took her a while to see the person standing in front of her clearly.
"Your Majesty."
Pei Yanzhou was wearing a black robe, standing with his hands behind his hands, and turned around when he heard her movement.
But Song Jinyin saw the blood stains on his hands with keen eyes. Looking up, she could also see that the dark color on his sleeves was a little darker than the rest.
The tip of his nose moved, and the person who had just woken up immediately woke up.
"woke up."
Pei Yanzhou relaxed his frown and walked towards her, only to see that her face turned a little pale inexplicably.
After noticing where her gaze fell, Pei Yanzhou reacted.
"Can't you smell blood?"
His tone was as calm as if he was talking about a plate of cakes, "Don't sleep, get up and take some medicine. I'll clean up and come in again."
The assassination that had faded away gradually came to mind again. The candlelight in front of him reflected the broken limbs and broken arms. Blood splashed everywhere and flowed all over the ground.
Song Jinyin couldn't help but wonder whether he killed someone this time or was assassinated again.
Seeing that she seemed to be frightened and was stunned without speaking, Pei Yanzhou raised his eyebrows but did not move any closer: "Watch her while she drinks the medicine."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
There was always a faint smell of blood in the house. It was cold outside and the windows were only slightly opened. Even though freshly fried medicine was brought later, the smell was still not suppressed.
I don't know if he was stained with too much blood, or if he was really injured and not bandaged.
When Song Jinyin thought about it, she was lost in thought again.
It was already late at night when Pei Yanzhou came back, and his outer shirt was changed into an azure-colored robe. Seeing that no one in the room was asleep, he took off his robe and lay half-ly on Song Jinyin's side.
The man's movements were natural, but Song Jinyin looked at him and was speechless for a moment.
"Why, you have already regarded my bed as a collection of things, and you have piled so many things on it. Are you still not used to sleeping in the same place as me?"
"Jiuzhizi? There is nothing piled up..."
Before Song Jinyin could finish her words, she recalled the two wooden boxes she had placed in the innermost part of her eyes and kept silent.
She originally planned to let Xueyu put these two things back in her house, but as soon as her arms were empty, her heart couldn't settle down, and she couldn't sleep peacefully.
After some tangle, she still put the thing on her side. Pei Yanzhou wasn't sleeping in it anyway, so it shouldn't affect him.
"This slave can't get up, so I thought I'd let him go first."
Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke. She was actually a little afraid that Pei Yanzhou would get angry and have her belongings returned.
"Do you like collecting things so much?"
Pei Yanzhou smiled and took time to look at her hint of embarrassment.
"I thought you would return this thing with some temper and show your resistance to the old lady."
"How dare you refuse what the old lady has given you?"
Song Jinyin raised her eyes and looked at him.
This is not nonsense. When the old lady gives something to someone, who dares to refuse it and end up with a reputation of being ungrateful?
But if it were in the past, she would find a way to take back the third girl's hairpin.
Because of her caution, she never wanted to get involved with people she didn't interact with on a daily basis.
But things are different now.
Thinking about this, Song Jinyin softened her voice and curled her lips towards him: "And I thought that since the prince asked Butler Wang to keep this thing, I can take it. However, if the prince is not willing, I will wait for him." When you feel better, send the things back to Fuluyuan."
"Are you willing to retreat?"
"Of course...I'm willing to give it up."
Pursing her lips, Song Jinyin felt a little uneasy and looked at it with caution.
Pei Yanzhou couldn't tell what she was thinking, so she could only test based on what she thought.
The laughter in her ears was low and sweet. As soon as it fell into Song Jinyin's ears, she knew that the money would not escape.
"Why do you still sound a little reluctant, huh?"
Pei Yanzhou turned over and came closer, placing his hands on her sides, not putting his weight on her, but he couldn't help but want to get close to her.
"No, I will listen to the prince."
"You are so sensible, then tomorrow, I will give you that little money for Cang Lin?"
Blinking, Song Jinyin didn't expect that he even knew such a trivial matter, but when she remembered that this was Zhuya Courtyard, she immediately said with relief: "That was given to Xueyu by the slave, and it is not the slave's fault."
"Then do you want it or not?"
"...If the prince wants a reward, I will be happy to accept it."
Pei Yanzhou chuckled, feeling warm.
"You really have raised a money addict."
Without saying another word, the man lowered his head according to his intention, but before her lips touched, Song Jinyin frowned and put her hand on his chest.
"The prince is injured?"
His eyes fell on the side of his arm. Perhaps he had exerted some force there, and the wound inside showed signs of opening, leaving a little blood on his shirt.
Although Song Jinyin didn't intend to have any other thoughts about him, Pei Yanzhou's injury was not a trivial matter after all.
"Your Majesty, please get up quickly. We need to ask someone to bandage it again."
"Not urgent."
The man was unwilling to move and stubbornly looked at the person beneath him.
He has been a little confused recently, and his uncontrollable mood makes him a little worried. He must find out the reason and then completely control it.
"Your Majesty..."
Song Jinyin turned her head to avoid his falling kiss, but she didn't find the intimacy between his lips, but instead stopped at her ear.
There were more and more blood stains on her middle coat. She patted his chest, her eyes filled with a bit of anxiety.
"Call the doctor first, later, later..."
The movement finally stopped, and only the hot breath still lingered on her ears, spreading bit by bit along the delicate skin, staining it with a layer of crimson.
Pei Yanzhou, who originally just wanted to get closer and have a taste, instantly turned red, his eyes becoming more and more lustful, and it took a lot of effort to restrain the impulse in his heart.
Seeing her frown, Pei Yanzhou finally let go and retreated to her side, but when he spoke again, his voice was much hoarse.
"How about later?"
As if teasing, his eyes did not miss the blush on her face.
"...Call the doctor first."
"Let's talk first, how about later?"
She didn't know if it was because she didn't often hear Pei Yanzhou's tone like this, but Song Jinyin didn't want to look at him.
I'm afraid to see that depth again, without the hatred and anger, it's so deep that it seems like there is real affection hidden inside.
As soon as her body moved, the man reached out to stop her and stopped talking.
"I'll go outside to apply some medicine, please be good."
After saying that, Pei Yanzhou stood up, casually took the coat from the wooden rack and put it on. It wasn't until he lifted the curtain and walked out that Song Jinyin looked away and pursed her thin lips slightly.
He must have been seriously injured, otherwise with his temperament, he might not even bother to bandage it.
When he was lost in thought, his eyes fell to the side. There seemed to be something on the ground next to the wooden frame. If he looked carefully, it looked like a small purse.
Song Jinyin forgot her thoughts in an instant and just stared at that place until her eyes gradually turned red.
That's not her craft.
She embroidered, but...
Purses are given to people with the intention of liking them, and Pei Yanzhou never wears the purses she embroidered.
After he threw the first bag she made for him into the brazier, it became the last one she made for him.
The green thing on the ground was small and delicate. Even from a distance, Song Jinyin could guess how good the craftsmanship was.
It's just that whether someone else chose it in a shop or embroidered it by hand, the person who would give it to him with such a color and pattern would only be a girl.
Song Jinyin suddenly curled her lips, smiling appropriately under her indifferent expression.
She thought Pei Yanzhou would never wear these things with a little girl's mind.
Unexpectedly, he just didn't wear the one she embroidered.
It turns out that whether you care or not is really so obvious.
Even though the purse didn't seem to fit him, he was actually willing to carry it with him.
...
When Pei Yanzhou entered the room again, Song Jinyin tilted her head inside and closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
The man stood and looked at her trembling long eyelashes. After a long time, he lifted the quilt and lay down.
Her breathing was not steady, but her body remained motionless as if she was sleeping soundly, and her sideways posture showed a clear attitude.
Pei Yanzhou's face darkened when he saw her resistance, and his eyes darkened unconsciously.
