The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The sun sets and the sky becomes dark.

Night enveloped the pavilion, and a man in black appeared quietly. His feet landed on the ground without making any sound.

He is obviously a master with deep inner strength.

I saw the man in black kneeling on one knee with a very respectful attitude.

"How's the check going?"

The man's voice was still gentle, and under the flickering candlelight, his handsome face appeared and disappeared.

The man in black was ordered to truthfully report the search information. After receiving the Lord's order, he quietly hid in the darkness.

Song Jiu, the concubine of Song Shilang, once met the prince secretly...

The curvature of the corner of the man's mouth disappeared, and he was no longer as gentle as before, and his expressionless face seemed to be a different person.

There was a faint coolness in his eyes.

There is a chessboard on the stone table. The chess game is very dangerous. The black stones are pressing forward step by step, and the white stones are forced into a desperate situation. Even if they resist hard, they are still unable to retreat.

It is already a certain death situation.

Those pale phoenix eyes were condescending, and they picked up a white seed with their fingers.

The pieces fall on the chessboard, and in an instant, the situation on the chessboard changes.

Bai Zi broke through the desperate situation and won.

……

The eunuch in the imperial kitchen looked up and down at the new companion. The young man was plainly dressed and had no servants accompanying him. He was obviously not a noble man.

It was a waste of time.

The eunuch looked disgusted and threw the food box away casually: "These are the only dishes left. Eat them if you like." After saying that, he walked away quickly, as if if he stayed for a second longer, he would be contaminated by dirt.

Song Jiu felt a little angry, but his face was calm. He returned to the hall with the food box, opened the food box and displayed the plates one by one.

The clear soup was all vegetarian, without any fishy taste. The green vegetable soup was dark yellow in color and dull in color. At first glance, it looked like leftover food that had been stored for too long.

It's simply not something people should eat.

However, the man's expression did not change and he started eating with a normal expression.

Seeing that His Highness did not complain, Song Jiu had no choice but to swallow what he was about to say. Unable to use the wooden chopsticks in his hand, he tentatively picked up a piece of green vegetables that had been bitten by insects and swallowed it hesitantly.

The rough texture immediately hurt my throat.

I didn't expect that a prince's meals would be deducted to such an extent.

Song Jiu covered his lips with his sleeves and couldn't help but cough a few times.

The sound of a slight cough was very clear in the empty palace.

Qin Han stopped his movements and looked over with worried eyes: "Are you okay? I am used to having a simple meal, and I am just suffering from you."

Song Jiu felt hot and shook his head.

His Highness is a gentle person and treats his servants very well. He is not even allowed to stand while serving meals, but sits at the same table. How could he complain?

Thinking of the arrogant look on the eunuch's face just now, I felt a little regretful.

I regret not being able to give that eunuch a kick.

Song Jiu couldn't help it and was a little angry: "Your Highness has a distinguished status, but those slaves look down upon others. If they commit the following offense, they will deprive them of meals and should be punished with a stick."

From the arrogant and domineering look of the eunuch, it can be seen that this is not the first time he has done this. But even if he is no longer taken seriously, His Highness is still a noble prince, how can he be bullied by a slave?

The young man's voice was dull, as if the one who was wronged was not others but himself.

"His Highness is being bullied because he is too gentle. If it were me, I would have beaten him back and asked that slave to show who the real master is."

I thought that the drama of flattering someone who is superior and undermining someone who is inferior would only happen in TV series.

Now, after experiencing it myself, I feel particularly angry.

The young man's slender eyebrows were furrowed and he was angry, his cheeks were bulging, and his peach blossom eyes were beautifully shaped, especially bright and attractive because of his lack of anger.

Qin Han was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, a gentle smile appeared on his face, like bathing in the spring breeze, and like the clear breeze and bright moon.

"If you had such a simple temper in the palace, you would have been eaten to the bone long ago. Be more careful in the future, and if you let anyone listen to it, you may cause trouble."

After all, Song Jiu was not a real ancient person, so he didn't have so many worries.

Only now do I remember that there is no privacy at all in the palace, and all the forces are closely guarded. Every word and deed may become a sharp knife that kills me in the future.

Song Jiu was shocked and silently kept these words in his heart.

Qin Han's work and rest are very regular. He reads, plays chess, and occasionally practices calligraphy. His days are as relaxed and comfortable as a crane in the clouds.

Song Jiu felt uncomfortable.

The heavy bruises under the man's eyes were not a sign of relaxation and comfort.

On this day, the man sat in the pavilion again and picked up the chess pieces to play against himself.

Song Jiu stood aside and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but express the question in his heart: "Your Highness has something on his mind that keeps him awake day and night? His subordinates are not talented, so it is His Highness who shares his worries."

Share worries?

A trace of unknown meaning flashed across Qin Han's eyes, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

His face was as gentle as water, and he still had the attitude of a humble gentleman.

"Xiaojiu observed carefully. In fact, it's nothing serious. It's just that there were a lot of mosquitoes at night, which inevitably disturbed his dreams." The man put down the chess piece, and covered his brows with his knuckled fingers, kneading them helplessly, as if he couldn't bear it. Its disturbing.

When Song Jiu heard this, he felt that there was a deeper meaning, but he couldn't find anything wrong, so he didn't think much about it.

Now is the time when there are many mosquitoes, and there are indeed many mosquitoes at night.

He hesitated for a while, then leaned over and stretched his fingers to the man's temple: "I know some techniques. If Your Highness doesn't mind..."

A deep voice interrupted him: "Xiaojiu is so considerate, so I'm tired of it."

The young man's soft and smooth fingertips pressed against him, moving gently and softly. The man couldn't help but relax his body and close his eyes.