"no!"

You Tingrong's voice rose so high that his breathing could not be suppressed in the silent night.

After the words were spoken, You Tingrong raised his eyes to look at Shan Yunxin's expression, and happened to meet the man's smiling eyes. He could only say: "It's just...it's just that the sky is dark, I am alone, and I feel scared."

Shan Yunxin spoke clearly and unhurriedly, but her voice was very close, almost touching the tip of You Tingrong's ear, "Really? I thought the lady was afraid of me?"

The soft strands of hair behind You Tingrong's ears were blown by the breath, and her whole body trembled imperceptibly. She had to force a smile, "How, how could it be possible? The young master is extraordinary in appearance, I..."

Shan Yunxin suddenly chuckled, looked at her red ears, and said "I" for a long time, without saying anything. The person in the dream stood in front of her, and she was so lovable.

You Tingrong was puzzled by his smile and couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so she buried her head even lower.

But Shan Yunxin stretched out her hand and lifted her chin up with a finger with clear joints. She said with a smile on her face, "Since I am so handsome, why don't you want to look at me?"

You Tingrong was so excited that he took several steps back and almost sat down on the ground.

Shan Yunxin quickly grabbed her hand.

You Tingrong stood firm and quickly shook off his hand, "Master, please respect yourself."

Shan Yunxin's smile faded a little, then reached over and grabbed her wrist through her clothes, "It's getting late. Since the lady is scared, I'll give her a ride."

After saying that, regardless of You Tingrong's struggle, he took the lantern from You Tingrong's hand. He held the person tightly and walked out, not allowing him to refuse.

He already knew that something went wrong in the draft, and You Tingrong was not selected, but this was also a good thing. The harem was connected to the previous dynasty, and the situation was complicated. If You Tingrong could avoid it for the time being, he would be better off.

However, the two of them can no longer face each other day and night.

You Tingrong didn't dare to say anything, for fear of upsetting Shan Yunxin, and even more afraid that people would see her having sex with her husband, which would ruin her reputation and make it hard to explain.

Shan Yunxin's brows relaxed a little because of her obedience.

The two of them walked all the way to the main hall. Even though You Tingrong retreated again and again, he was still half pulled and half dragged into the empty main hall.

Shan Yunxin personally took six sticks of incense, lit them on the incense candle in front of the case, and gave three sticks of incense to her, "Since you are here, come with me to worship the Buddha."

In the dream, he failed to bring her to the Inspiration Temple to pray for blessings. In the end, he left the palace to pray for blessings and was separated from You Tingrong forever. Therefore, meeting here today, Shan Yunxin only felt that it was destiny.

Now You Tingrong and he offer this stick of incense in front of the Tathagata, which can be regarded as fulfilling their wish.

You Tingrong looked at him through a thin layer of smoke. There was a long and thick Buddhist incense at the end of her nose. It took a long time to take it with doubts, bowed respectfully, and offered the incense.

Shan Yunxin looked at her with fascination and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch her cheek. It was getting late and he should return to the palace.

You Tingrong quickly turned away, refusing to look at him again.

Shan Yunxin's eyes quickly turned cold, and her fingers hanging down by her side were caressing her gently, "Mrs. You is attending evening classes in the side hall, go ahead, it's dark, don't run around."

As soon as he finished speaking, You Tingrong turned away without hesitation, holding up the hem of her skirt, and walked out of the Buddhist hall in a hurry. Shan Yunxin stood there, watching her go away. Only he knew how heart palpitating he felt.

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Shan Yunxin originally did not believe in gods and Buddhas, but now he stands here devoutly, gazing at the Tathagata in his solemn treasure form.

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You Tingrong stood in the corridor of the side hall, covering her sore heart, and kept comforting herself: It's okay, everything is different, it was just an accident.

The palace door opened behind her, and Mrs. You held a bamboo stick in her hand. With a smile on her face, she was helped by the maid to cross the threshold, "Rong'er, I was just looking for you!"

Aomachi also said cheerfully, "Miss, my wife has asked for a lot for your marriage."

When You Tingrong saw them, her uneasiness quickly faded away, and she held her mother's arm affectionately, "It must be an excellent lottery. With mother's good luck, I will definitely be able to marry a good man."

Mrs. You smiled so hard that the smile lines appeared in the corners of her eyes. She stretched out her hand and tapped You Tingrong's forehead, "You! The little girl who hasn't left the palace is not ashamed at all!"

After saying that, Mrs. You gave the signature in her hand to You Tingrong. On the way back to the living room, the candlelight flickered, but You Tingrong didn't look at it carefully. After serving her mother and washing herself and going to bed, You Tingrong was soaking her feet.

He picked it up casually, got close to the candle, and stepped over the tub in a panic.

The loud noise attracted Aomachi, "Miss?"

You Tingrong's hand holding the signature was too hard, and the sawdust from the edge of the bamboo stick got into his fingertips, which was painful.

Aomachi screamed, taking into account Mrs. You who had already fallen asleep, he lowered his voice and said, "Miss, please let go!"

You Tingrong didn't realize it at all, but Aomachi forced his hand away.

What was written over and over in her mind was the signature: Xu Jun and his wife were destined to meet by chance in 2933. The marriage in this life was determined in the previous life, and we were born together in the Osmanthus Palace.

Aomachi carefully picked out the wooden thorn, wiped her feet with a handkerchief, and tucked her into the bed, "What happened to you today? Master An Yin personally interpreted the signature for Madam. This is the signature that says yours."

Marriage is destined to last a lifetime of prosperity."

You Tingrong held Aomachi's hand tightly, regardless of the blood on his fingers, "Is it really destined?"

Aomachi thought that the young lady was still worried about losing the draft, so he comforted her with a smile: "That's natural. Buddha's words will definitely come true. It's late at night, I'll help you sleep."

You Tingrong lay down obediently, but his heart was burning and he couldn't sleep.

"Marriage in this life was determined in the previous life." The Buddha allowed her to have a new life. Is it rare for her to go back to the dead end? As for the last sentence, the golden osmanthus is planted all over the Changle Palace, which just corresponds to the sentence "We were born together in the Osmanthus Palace."

But there is no glory in Changle Palace, only her death.

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At the same time, on the carriage of the Chi family returning home, Chi Qinghuan was teasing his brother with his mother, "Mom, you haven't seen that my brother is blushing today! There is almost smoke coming out of the top of his head!"

Mrs. Chi covered her lips and snickered, but still stopped her daughter, "You, you even gossip about your own brother."

Chi Qinghuan showed a proud and cute smile, "I am getting married. Unlike my brother, I am still a bachelor."

Mrs. Chi looked at her and felt sad again: She said she was getting married, but after entering the palace, she lived a life of relying on others.

Chi Qinglang still looked like an upright young man, with a frown on his face, "Qing Huan! This young lady is also a beautiful lady who is going to enter the palace, so don't talk nonsense!"

Mrs. Chi's original smile also became serious, "Are you serious? Your Majesty recognized it?" She lowered her voice nervously and subconsciously: "There are differences between kings and ministers, so you must not lose your sense of proportion."

As I said, the emperor has completely changed his person, and his methods are ruthless. In just a few months, he has recruited and promoted a large number of capable ministers. I am afraid that the capital will soon change.

Chi Qinghuan didn't take it seriously, "Brother, I can help you find out. That one is You Tingrong, the direct daughter of a seventh-grade Chaosan Lang. The one selected in this draft is a concubine, so don't worry."

Chi Qinglang's heart moved, his brows relaxed unconsciously, and his expression softened.
Chapter completed!