It was already late night.

The snow in the mountain temple was rustling, and the monks went back to the meditation room, while the palace maids sat under the eaves, taking a nap.

In the corridor, the hexagonal green leather lamp exudes cold white light and shadow.

There were hill-like nut shells piled up on the low table. The cold wind blew, and the red peanuts peeled from the plate rolled up into the night sky like butterflies.

Nan Baoyi was full, lying on the table, sleeping in a daze.

Xiao Yi quietly looked at the wooden lattice window.

A little warm yellow light behind the Goryeo paper reflects mottled figures.

It can be seen that the curtains hang down beside the couch, and the young monk sat next to the couch, hugging the sleeping emperor. Even though he sat upright and noble, his hands that tucked the corners of the quilt lightly for the girl still showed a desire to protect him hidden in his heart.

He sneered: "What kind of monk is he who has not yet pure the six senses?"

Nan Baoyi woke up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the saliva at the corner of her mouth was stained with a few peanut red clothes, and looked around blankly: "Get married? Who wants to get married? The princess can't get married!"

Xiao Yi bent his thin lips.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of the girl's mouth: "No one is going to get married."

Nan Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief and started dozing off again.

Xiao Yi picked her up: "Snow falls in the mountains, sleeping here will cause wind and cold. I will carry you back to the house."

He walked straight towards the Zen room where he rested.

Nan Baoyi was sleepy and had a fight with eyelids, and enjoyed his care with peace of mind.

She suddenly opened her eyes when he stepped out of Xiao Qingyang's Zen Temple.

No!

She and her second brother are no longer husband and wife, so he hugged her and did something!

Look at the direction, but hug him in the room!

In the middle of the night, the Buddhist place is important!

This guy is so brave!

She was nervous: "You, you—"

"Don't talk, otherwise I'll kiss you."

Xiao Yi was calm and wrapped her tightly with his cloak.

Nan Baoyi quickly covered her mouth.

She glared at Xiao Yi, and stared all the way from Xiao Qingyang's Zen Temple to his Zen Temple.

Xiao Yi walked through the blue brick path with green cypress planted in green cypresses and climbed up the steps.

Jiuxi, who was guarding the corridor, quickly got up and saluted.

She glanced at Nan Baoyi who was tightly held by Xiao Yi, lowered her head and pushed open the door, and retreated respectfully: "Shi Yan was so tired of his stomach, so Bei Zhi was vigilant for him."

Xiao Yi stepped into the threshold.

The door of the house was closed from outside.

Xiao Yi threw Nan Baoyi on the Qingzhu couch: "Stop glaring, your eyes are about to pop out."

Nan Baoyi sat cross-legged.

She saw Xiao Yi put a book next to her pillow, so she took it over and said, "If you don't hug me, can I glare at you? Your prince, the prince, is precious in gold, but he is like a disciple."

"Don't look--"

Xiao Yi reached out to grab it.

Nan Baoyi has been turned on.

She just glanced at him and immediately returned it to him with disgust: "You actually secretly looked at such pictures by yourself! It would be fine if you hide in your own mansion to see it, but you even took them outside!"

Xiao Yi closed the picture album.

The ear roots are slightly red.

He sat next to Nan Baoyi and pinched her face: "It was not intentional to bring it out by mistake. I was young and energetic. I never had a sweetheart in the house in the palace, and I had no habit of going to visit the flower building. If you don't show me the fire protection pictures, am I still a man? Even Gu Chongshan has seen this kind of thing secretly, right?"

Nan Bao's clothes hooked up with the brocade quilt, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.

She knew that men and women were different.

The second brother looked like he wanted to keep his body as jade as he was, and he loved her very much.

She thought, and yawned proudly: "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

She rolled up the brocade quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed.

She almost stuck to the wall.

Xiao Yi lay down with his clothes and said, "Don't be so far away from me. Although I do not believe in gods and Buddhas, I respect the piety of monks and will not do anything in their territory."

The little girl ignored him.

He closed his eyes calmly.

Not long after, I felt something more on my body.

He opened his eyes.

The little girl leaned over and was carefully covering him with half of the brocade quilt.

She looked up at him, and then got back into the bed like a rabbit.

Xiao Yi touched the brocade quilt, and his thin lips made him smile even more.

Nan Baoyi hid in the dark quilt.

She opened her eyes and listened to her steady breathing behind her, and suddenly she felt a little more tears.

The second brother really likes her.

It would be great if she was not incomplete.

If she is not incomplete and once she gets the file and the family is rated as a top-ranked gentry, she can stand by him proudly and without any conscience as a gentry girl.

If she was not incomplete, she would not be inferior to any girl from Chang'an family.

If she is not incomplete, she deserves him.

The long-lost inferiority complex quietly came in the quiet night. The girl hid in the darkness and wiped away the tears of losing control with the back of her hands alone.

He couldn't ask for it, how could she get what she wanted?

The Zen room is quiet and you can hear the sound of snow falling in the mountains.

But Xiao Yi couldn't hear the sound of snow.

All he could hear was the girl's sobs that she tried to suppress.

Heart-wrenching and heart-breaking.

He could feel that she was holding the quilt tightly because she was too suppressed and her whole body was trembling slightly, for fear that he would listen to it.

He turned over silently, grabbed Nan Baoyi's waist and hugged her tightly in his arms.

The wind and snow outside the house were raging.

Nan Baoyi was held by him, because she knew that when dawn came tomorrow, she was still forced to alienate him.

She couldn't bear to part with her second brother.

...

The next day.

The bells of the mountain temple are gone.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, the person next to her pillow disappeared.

She washed herself and walked out of the meditation room. She saw Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao wearing monk robes that she had got from somewhere, holding tea and sitting side by side under the eaves, enjoying the snow.

She was curious: "Where is your highness?"

Tang Xiao kept his eyes open: "I went down the mountain to handle the case."

Nan Baoyi glanced around but didn't see Jiuxi.

She said, "Where is Jiuxi?"

Zhou Lingshu calmly: "Follow down the mountain."

Nan Baoyi said "Oh" and felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing these two people being so weird, she couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here?"

“Meditate.”
To be continued...