While grinding ink, she silently recalled the content of the letters she received these days, with a smile on her face. After a while, she began to write down what happened in Xibai, including the recent turmoil in the Xibai Kingdom, and the fact that Xi Yinrong’s plot to usurp the throne was exposed...

Yun Yizhu said in the letter that everything was fine, and did not mention Yan Zhou's injury. After all, Yan Zhou's injury was not serious. If Yun Fei also knew that Yan Zhou was injured, he would definitely worry about them. After all, even Rui Wang, who could be a martial arts master, would be injured. Yun Yizhu, who had no power in his eyes, would probably be even worse.

In such a space where no one reminds or disturbs him, Yun Yizhu didn't know how long she had written. When the light in the house gradually became darker, she stopped her slightly sour hands, then organized the things she had just written and put them in a new envelope.

"What are you doing?"

Just as she had sorted out the letters, a sound suddenly sounded in the room, and it was coming from the direction of the bed. Yun Yizhu's actions were paused, and then she turned her head in surprise and found that Yan Zhou, who was originally lying flat, had turned to look at her.

"I'm writing a letter to my father," Yun Yizhu shook the envelope in his hand at him, and then asked him again: "I didn't even notice when you woke up."

"Soon, it's only a short while. Seeing that you wrote very seriously, I didn't bother you."

Xuan Yu lay on the beam of the room without saying anything. After hearing what Yan Zhou said, his head tilted slightly, looked at the two people below, and then said silently in his heart: "Yes, the master has only looked at it for a while, only half an hour."

Yun Yizhu didn't think much about it. She put down the letter in her hand and walked a few steps to the bed. Only then did she realize that Yan Zhou was in a wrong position. She frowned and said, "Why do you want to lie on your side? This will easily press your wounds. Lying back quickly."

Yan Zhou blinked, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He obediently turned the body pressing against his left arm, and then lay flat on the bed.

Because he was lying flat, he could only turn his head and look at Yun Yizhu, "How long have you been writing?"

How long? This question made it difficult for Yun Yizhu because she couldn't remember when she started writing it, so she honestly shook her head.

Yan Zhou was about to ask again, but someone knocked on the door gently. Then a palace maid asked quietly outside the house: "Miss Yun, I am here to send dinner to you and the Third Prince."

Perhaps the palace maid thought Yan Zhou was still sleeping, so the sound of knocking on the door was very small and the sound of speaking was very light.

"Come in."

Yun Yizhu answered outside. After a while, a long group of palace maids came in with plates. Although there were many people, they did not make any sound when they walked. They put the meal one by one and stood aside and waited for the order.

However, Yun Yizhu still asked them out, and she had no habit of being stared at by others to eat.

Because the sky gradually became darker and the hall became darker. Before the palace maid left, she lit up the candle hall in the hall, and the surrounding environment suddenly became brighter.

Because Yan Zhou was injured, these foods were prepared very considerately and lightly. Yun Yizhu looked at them roughly. There were no less than ten kinds of porridge alone, not including other dishes.

Looking at the steaming porridge, she twitched the corners of her mouth, then pointed at them and asked Yan Zhou, "Which type do you want to eat?"

Yan Zhou also felt that this was a bit too exaggerated, so there was no need to think that these were also ordered by Xi Rong Ye.

He didn't have to choose anymore, as there was nothing to choose anyway, so he pointed to a bowl casually.

The two of them quickly used supper. When Yun put down the bowl with candles, they suddenly remembered what they said to Xi Rong Ye during the day. In the afternoon, Xuan Lin discovered it and even made fun of it.

So Yan Zhou found that Yun Yizhu, who had finished eating and wiped his mouth, suddenly darkened his face and walked towards him in an unknown way.

Yan Zhou had already finished using the meal before Yun Yizhu. Because he had just eaten, it was difficult to lie down, so he leaned against the head of the bed and quietly looked at Yun Yizhu. He was puzzled by her sudden change of emotions. Could it be that the bowl of porridge she ate was not delicious?

But if it is not delicious, you shouldn't change it in the first bite? But the bowl in her hand is empty now, and it shouldn't be a problem with the porridge. Yan Zhou secretly analyzed.

At this time, Yun Yizhu had already walked to him, looked at him from a high point, looked at him with a slightly unhappy expression, and then said, "Yan Zhou, today the emperor told me a secret, which is about your original name."

Yan Zhou was surprised by her sudden emotion, "What did you do when you mention this? I have no memory of those things at all, and I will not use the name at that time."

After hearing Yan Zhou say this, Yun Yizhu felt a little happy, but even though he didn't remember and didn't know the name, he did choose this name at that time, and it was indeed the word he grabbed himself. When she thought about it, she was unhappy again.

She reached out and poked his shoulder, and then said unhappily: "The emperor said that when you were a child, you named you, and you grabbed the word "Jin" by Jinyu. Why did you say that you were so unlovely when you were a child? You didn't want to catch so many words, but you just wanted to catch such a word."

Yan Zhou suddenly smiled, and his face, which was originally bloodless, suddenly became rosy. "It turns out that you are unhappy about this matter. I just think it is something, so you are jealous because of my name and Di Siyu?"

Yun Yizhu argued a little awkwardly: "Is this a matter of whether I am jealous? I just simply don't like that word. Who told you to win that word at that time?"

"Well..." Yan Zhou pondered for a moment, then said with a funny look: "I was wrong. I was young and ignorant at the time. I shouldn't have drawn that word."

His tone was full of pampering, and his attitude of admitting mistakes was very good. Yun Yizhu looked at him like this and suddenly didn't know how to ask. She felt that she was angry in the afternoon and was a little confused. Just as Yan Zhou was so pampering her and obedient, was there anything else she was dissatisfied with?

Yan Zhou saw that the little hedgehog was still aggressive just now, and now he became silent. He looked obedient and speechless, so he knew that his words were suppressing her fire.

Because Yun Yizhu bent over, Yan Zhou easily stretched out his long arms and surrounded her waist, allowing Yun Yizhu to fall on him.

Yun Yizhu was startled by his sudden movement, and then realized that she was pressing on Yan Zhou's wound, and then he hurriedly struggled, "Yan Zhou, what are you doing? I've pressed your wound."

"It's okay, just your weight can't weigh me. As long as you don't move around and let my wounds crack."
Chapter completed!