SFS Chapter 166 Love Brain is the Best Dowry for a Man
Chapter 166 Love Brain is the Best Dowry for a Man
"Why not?" Like a poppy, charming and dangerous, Yun Ji's fingertips covered her lips, smiling, as if tempting her to commit a crime, "You are my man, I belong to you."
Originally, Nan Yingzhi was still silently repeating "Form is emptiness" in her heart, enduring with great difficulty, thinking about how to get relief.
Hearing him repeating what she had said, she felt ashamed for a moment, and all the inappropriate thoughts in her mind were wiped out.
The habit of speaking without thinking can really do harm to others!
I’m afraid they won’t be able to get over this “man” issue between the two of them for a while!
Yaohua Palace, main hall.
The servants filed in and placed all kinds of delicious food on the table.
After the eunuch tasted the food, Yun Ting looked at the Song siblings and waved his hand at them: "Today is a family dinner, Song Aiqing, there is no need to be so restrained. A Yue, you should also relax a little."
Having lost track of the prince's whereabouts and not knowing whether he was safe or not, and also being busy dealing with Yun Ting who was gossiping all the time, Song Cheng felt very uneasy during the meal.
Seeing Yun Ting trying hard to win over his brother, he barely moved his chopsticks, while his brother was absent-minded and spoke incoherently.
Moreover, the two of them did not have time to chat with Song Yue at all. They lowered their heads and ate with relish.
The imperial kitchen presented His Majesty with extremely precious delicacies, which she, as a royal concubine, could not taste on a normal day.
When her brother succeeds and she leaves the palace, she will have even less chance to see these delicacies.
Thinking of this, she carefully stretched out her silver chopsticks and, without making a sound, picked up some more delicious food for herself.
Looking behind Song Cheng, there was no one in sight. Yun Ting looked amused and said, "Just now outside Yaohua Palace, I didn't see any of your attendants. Did you come here alone, Lord Song?"
Since Song Cheng brought Nan Yingzhi, a "guard", into the palace, it had to be recorded in the palace gate book, in black and white. Yun Ting knew it as soon as he checked it, so it was difficult for him to lie.
He didn't expect Yun Ting to hold on so tightly, so he had to think of a countermeasure quickly in his mind.
"Song my dear," Yun Ting felt that Song Cheng's silence was suspicious, so he put down the ivory chopsticks in his hand and narrowed his eyes, "You can't even remember whether you brought your own attendants or not?"
"Your Majesty," Hearing his unfriendly tone and the intention of a thorough investigation, Song Cheng did not dare to deceive the emperor, "I brought an attendant with me, and I did not enter the palace alone."
"Strange," Yun Ting raised his eyebrows as he looked around again, "Why can't I see him?"
Song Cheng had already thought of the answer when he was silent just now, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "He had a stomachache and went to the toilet. It will take a while for him to come back."
Yun Ting's suspicion faded a little: "Will you be gone for so long?"
Seeing that he did not directly refute this statement, Song Cheng's heart slowly relaxed, and his expression remained calm: "People have three urgent needs, so it's not his fault."
As if he believed it about 70%, Yun Ting sneered at Song Cheng, the "sly and cunning" guard.
He snorted coldly: "Just leaving the master here like this, this guard is really incompetent."
Side hall.
Without any outsiders to disturb them, Nan Yingzhi and Yunji were in deep love with each other.
The tip of her nose felt strangely itchy, and she turned her head away: "Ah Qiu!"
Seeing her frowning, as if she was uncomfortable, Yun Ji patted the back of her hand, looking distressed: "Xiao Zhizi, did you catch a cold?"
"Maybe," Nan Yingzhi rubbed her nose and suppressed the itch, "I feel like someone is scolding me behind my back."
Thinking about his physical discomfort, Nan Yingzhi would always comfort him. Yun Ji racked his brains and managed to say, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," she said, puzzled as she couldn't understand why she sneezed in a room with no windows open. "It's just inexplicable, and I have a bad feeling."
Suddenly he remembered that today is the ninth day of the first lunar month, and Yun Ji had his period on the fifteenth day of the previous month. As his period is approaching, his body's resistance is reduced and he cannot afford to get sick.
In addition, the fetus in his belly was not yet formed, and if he were to be infected, it would be bad.
Thinking of this, Nan Yingzhi washed her hands with a handkerchief and then gently pushed him away.
Maybe she didn't use enough force, or maybe Yun Ji deliberately wanted to keep it. In any case, after a struggle, Yun Ji didn't move at all.
"Xiao Zhizi," he said, his eyes reddening as if he was wronged, "Why did you push me?"
“Qingchuan’er,” seeing Yunji hugging her neck and refusing to let go, she had no choice but to explain to him in detail, “I just sneezed, maybe I have a cold.
"You'll feel uncomfortable if you get so close to me. I'd rather be safe than sorry. To prevent any accidents, please stay away from me. I'm afraid I'll infect you."
"It's just a cold," Yun Ji said with a bright look in his eyes, "I'm not afraid."
Not sure if it was because he really caught a cold, or if he was helpless because of his irritating behavior, Nan Yingzhi suddenly felt a dull pain in his temple.
"I'm scared," she tried to ease the discomfort, lowering her voice and not even daring to breathe hard, "Now is the critical moment of our action.
"There has to be someone between us to coordinate the overall situation and command the people below, right?
"It would be terrible if we both fell ill."
Seeing her take back her hand that was pushing him and start rubbing her temple instead, Yun Ji felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
It's because of his many years of experience in fighting headaches that he certainly understood what this action meant.
Out of concern, Yun Ji couldn't help but move closer to her: "Xiao Zhizi, do you have a headache?"
“Well,” seeing that he not only did not move away but also got closer, Nan Yingzhi hissed and said helplessly, “I’m mad at you.”
Hearing that it was his fault, Yun Ji suddenly panicked: "I..."
She was too familiar with his every word and action, so before he could finish, Nan Yingzhi had already helped him finish his words: "You didn't mean it."
Yun Ji was not good at speaking, so he blinked and spoke with difficulty: "You..."
"How should I know?" Even though the pain was like a raging fire, spreading in her brain, Nan Yingzhi still took the time to explain to him, "Qingchuan'er, I know you very well.
"I didn't blame you for what I said just now. I was just teasing you."
Seeing her usually rosy face turn slightly pale, Yun Ji was anxious and condemned her for being careless: "At this time, you still have the mood to joke."
Perhaps because of the severe pain, Nan Yingzhi grinned and tried to smile, but failed.
She closed her eyes and said nothing.
Seeing that Nan Yingzhi, who was usually eloquent, was now so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak, Yun Ji stared at her trembling eyelashes, feeling anxious.
Suddenly remembering that he had prepared incense for Nan Yingzhi to relieve headaches, he hurriedly got off her lap and ran into the hall.
Originally, the decorations in the palace should have been handled by Lan Fu.
But due to Yun Ji's strong belief that "only I can touch Xiao Zhizi's things", he would not use anyone else to touch any item as long as it was related to Nan Yingzhi.
Instead, find a corner, hide secretly, sweep and sweep regularly, and check often.
Since he had just sorted out the items yesterday, Yun Ji was very familiar with the layout of the items. In a short while, he found out the small box that he had treasured at the bottom of the box.
Gently opening the lid, Yun Ji carefully counted out a few incense sticks, and then put the box back in its place.
Moving the incense burner to Nan Yingzhi's side, he took out the fire starter and lit the incense stick.
With a series of quick and decisive movements, he raised his eyes to look at Nan Yingzhi, but his words were clumsy: "Little Gardenia, smell this, maybe you will feel better."
The incense had just been lit, and even though Nan Yingzhi had a keen sense of smell, she couldn't smell anything.
Seeing Yun Jiwei squatting beside her, frowning and looking worried, she originally wanted to say a few words to comfort him.
However, the pain was like an electric drill, dancing wildly in her brain, and she couldn't say such an obvious lie as "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Don't get so close," Nan Yingzhi, still thinking about her sneeze, endured the pain for a while and slowly uttered a few words, "Stay away from me."
"No." Fearing that she would become distant from him and something would happen, Yun Ji not only did not retreat, but took a step forward and held her hand, "I will stay here with you."
Nan Yingzhi's temples were throbbing from his continuous resistance. She had no other choice but to utter with difficulty, "Are you determined to do this?"
“Yes,” Yun Ji wanted to help her rub the acupuncture points to relieve the pain, but was worried that she would shake it off, so he covered her hand and did not move, “Even if this palace collapses, I will not run away.
"I'll bury myself in there with you, and become a pair of star-crossed lovers."
"Don't say that, it's so unlucky." Nan Yingzhi gasped in pain and spoke incoherently, "Only when you are alive do you have hope. When you die, there is nothing left."
After shaking his head several times, Yun Ji said confidently: "Xiao Zhizi, without you, what's the point of me living alone?"
After being speechless for a moment, Nan Yingzhi murmured, breathlessly: "Mom, no wonder people say on the Internet that 'love-brain is the best dowry for a man', it turns out to be true."