Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

In order to avoid being discovered by the people in the pavilion, Yinwu had tried his best to conceal his presence, even wishing he could stop breathing, but even so, he was still exposed.

"Come in."

Cang Shuyue pulled up the hem of the deer-patterned robe, covered the mark on his neck with his black hair, and spoke coldly towards the outside of the pavilion, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

In fact, he had already discovered Yinwu, but he pretended not to know in order to continue, but he was still stopped.

It was only at this point that Yu Lu learned of Yin Wu's existence.

Even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush at this moment.

Realizing that Yin Wu had witnessed their absurd actions, he buried his face in the man's chest, clutching his waist and demanding through gritted teeth, "You didn't say a word when someone was around?!"

Cang Shuyue felt a tightening in his lower abdomen. He didn't feel pain, but rather the little hand that was playing tricks on his waist, making him unbearably itchy. His desire, which had just subsided, burned even more fiercely.

He said in a hoarse voice, "He can't see me holding you."

As if that wasn't enough, he opened his robe, pulled the person into his arms, and wrapped them up tightly in his large nightgown.

Feeling the heat beneath him, Youlu was both ashamed and embarrassed, and dared not move at all.

Is this what happens when an old house catches fire?

Terrible.

When Yinwu reluctantly entered the pavilion, he only saw a tall figure from behind and a lump in Cang Shuyue's arms; he couldn't even see a single strand of deer's hair.

Despite this, Yinwu kept his head down and eyes lowered, not daring to even glance out of the corner of his eye.

Before entering the pavilion, Yinwu slapped himself twice.

I told you not to cause trouble, and I told you to come at the worst possible time!

It's a small matter that I won't see the good show, but it's a big deal that my master won't get any meat. Now that's happened, my master will definitely hold a grudge against me!

Thinking about the raging storm he was about to face, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Not daring to get too close to the ground, Yinwu dangled his heels on the steps, bowed his head, and reported with his hands clasped: "The household registration and travel permit have been prepared. I will be able to return to Cizhou with my new identity first thing tomorrow morning."

That's why he risked his life to come and disturb their time alone; he had something important to do, not just to watch the drama unfold.

Cang Shuyue gave a faint "hmm," and was about to speak when soft fingertips slid across his abdomen. He couldn't help but catch his breath, and a bead of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

After a long pause, he steadied his voice and said in a deep voice, "Go down."

Yinwu was shocked. There were no new, torturous tasks. They let him go so easily?!

Seeing him standing there motionless, Cang Shuyue shot him a sharp look, her voice growing even colder, "Aren't you leaving?"

Yinwu immediately shuddered, turned around and ran away, fearing that if he was a step too slow, he would be torn to pieces.

The Pixiu obediently lay under the table, not daring to make a sound, trying its best to minimize its presence so as not to be driven away as well.

It waved to Yinwu's hasty retreating figure, silently chanting in its heart, "Good brother, I'll help you get the gossip you missed!"

Then there was a loud crash, and the exquisite dishes on the table, along with the elaborate tablecloth, were swept to the ground. Cang Shuyue protected the back of the person in his arms, pressed the person down on the table, and hurriedly knelt down.

The cool touch of the stone table seeped through his thin nightgown onto his back, causing You Lu to shiver violently. Before he could react, a hot body pressed down heavily on him, and a nimble tongue plunged in, dancing with his own. As their breaths mingled, even the familiar cool fragrance was tinged with heat.

A sudden storm arrived.

A fierce wind swept across the foot of the mountain, knocking down the pink cherry blossoms blooming below. It then swept across the shallow stream, swirling in a small, perfectly round pond before rushing towards the lush, sparse mountain forest.

The wind came on strong, blowing people this way and that, making them scream in alarm.

After the gust of wind comes the downpour. When the last drop of rain falls, the clouds finally disperse and the rain stops, and the rain-soaked mountains and forests return to tranquility.

A deer lay sprawled on the stone table, its chest rising and falling slightly with its panting breath, trembling gently. Its face was still flushed, its eyes were misty, and its swollen lips were slightly parted, making it both pitiful and adorable.

Cang Shuyue leaned down and gently kissed the corner of his lips, her voice growing increasingly hoarse and low due to extreme restraint, "Baby, help me..."

Before the person beneath him could answer, he took those soft, slender hands in his.

Youlu raised her foot and pressed it against his chest, her eyes flashing with a reproachful look. "You did that kind of thing to me without my permission, and you still want a reward?"

Cang Shuyue's breathing became heavier, and she picked up his foot and kissed and nibbled it.

The hot breath landed on his instep, sending shivers down his spine. Youlu's face flushed, and he quickly pulled his foot back, kicking him in the shoulder, yelling, "Are you a dog? Why do you chew on everything? Don't you care how dirty it is?!"

"It's not dirty, the baby smells sweet and is soft." Cang Shuyue looked very pleased, his dark eyes shining like stars, as if begging him to kick him a few more times.

That was a reasonable thing to say. Youlu beckoned with her finger, and when he got closer, she put her arm around his neck and said in a lazy, soft, coquettish tone, "The table is so hard, I don't want to be here."

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Cang Shuyue felt his soul almost float away. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Back to the room?"

His hands were already eagerly supporting the person's buttocks and lifting them up.

The deer wrapped its legs around his waist, gestured towards the hot spring on the other side of the wall, and whispered in his ear.

No one knows what he said, but two flames instantly ignited in Cang Shuyue's eyes. He grabbed the person and leaped over the wall with his toes.

The Pixiu under the table: [Six hundred and sixty-six! You didn't even bother with the door, you just jumped over the wall. When it comes to being impatient, who can beat you, Cang Shuyue!]

The steam was so thick it made you feel dizzy.

After struggling for most of the night, Youlu was exhausted and sleepy, and dozed off on the edge of the hot spring. Cang Shuyue came up from behind, pinched her slender waist, bit open her wet nightgown with his teeth, and rubbed his lips against her beautiful shoulders and neck, pecking and kissing her repeatedly, his eyes full of lingering desire.

Noticing someone's hand moving downwards again, Deer whimpered, "I can't accept it!"

This is a perfect example of the saying "what goes around comes around." If he had known the fire would burn so fiercely, he wouldn't have started it.

It's all this hand's fault! It couldn't resist the temptation and insisted on touching those abs. Now look what's happened! The manual labor hasn't stopped!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and in a fit of exasperation, she slapped the back of her hand.

Her fair, moist skin suddenly flushed a rosy hue.

Seeing this, Cang Shuyue paused for a moment, then took his hand and kissed it lightly, saying, "Don't hurt yourself. If you're angry and want to punish me, just hit me."

Lu snorted softly, "I won't hit him. I'm afraid he'll get his way."

He pushed the person aside, glared at them, and warned, "I'm so tired, I need to rest. Don't bother me."

Cang Shuyue nodded obediently.

Only then did Youlu close his eyes and pretend to sleep, feeling relieved.

Unfortunately, the person only behaved for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before coming over again to wriggle around and suck on his earlobe.

Her hand was taken again, and Youlu couldn't help but sigh, thinking, "Fine, let him be strong as he wants, I'm the Sleepy King, he can eat his buffet, I'll just sleep."

You have to admit he's pretty carefree; even in that situation, he actually fell asleep and wasn't carried back to his room until late at night.

Because he was going to Cizhou with a new identity, You Lu was pulled up early the next morning to have his makeup done. When Meng Tianhong saw the string of bright marks on his neck, his expression was indescribable.