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The words fell.

Qing'er was confused.

"If he is the Crown Prince of Zhenbei, wouldn't Her Highness the Princess be his sister-in-law?"

The scenes of the past few days were replayed in the little palace maid's mind like a revolving lantern.

Thinking of the two of them always getting along as aunt and nephew.

The little palace maid's expression suddenly became strange, and she looked at Ren Pingsheng, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

Ren Pingsheng knew what she was thinking, so he shrugged helplessly and sighed: "Everything in the world is impermanent."

Qing'er just remained silent.

A long while.

Ren Pingsheng spoke again: "The princess is already hair-length. It shouldn't be a problem if she rests outside for a night. I will guard the door tonight and wait for the princess to wake up before leaving."

"That's all." Qing'er struggled for a long time and nodded helplessly.

Seeing her promise, Ren Pingsheng said no more, moved a chair, sat next to the door, and began to meditate.

Qing'er was worried that Ren Pingsheng would get interested, so she moved a chair to the bedside and glanced at Ren Pingsheng from time to time.

After that, the two of them were busy with their own business and didn't say a word.

The next day.

early morning.

There is sunlight coming in from outside.

Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and signed in first as always.

[Sign in successfully, power +1]

A beep sounds.

Ren Pingsheng woke up a little and raised his eyes to look at the bed.

Sister-in-law Liu Yunmeng lay quietly on the bed, breathing evenly.

The little palace maid Qing'er who was keeping watch at night was lying on the bedside and had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that the two of them had no intention of waking up, Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart and continued to meditate.

After these days of hard training, the spiritual energy could stay in his body for more than half an hour.

but.

The final result is the leakage of spiritual energy.

"Perhaps as Zhao Xue said, my Qi Sea is in a damaged state, so I can't leave any spiritual energy."

"If that's the case, we can't just rely on the system, we have to find a way to repair the air sea first."

Ren Pingsheng was thinking this when he suddenly heard a scream coming from his ears.

Turning around, he saw Liu Yunmeng on the bed rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"Finally woke up."

The task completed, Ren Shengsheng didn't stay long, opened the door and left the private room.

On the bed.

Liu Yunmeng felt a little uncomfortable in her head, and it took her a while to fully wake up.

Looking at the unfamiliar furnishings around her, she was startled for a moment, and then her heart beat fiercely, feeling nervous and scared.

"What happened yesterday? Why did I sleep here?"

A series of questions came to her mind, making her a little confused.

at this time.

The palace maid Qing'er, who was lying on the bedside, also slowly woke up. When she saw Liu Yunmeng, her face was filled with joy: "Your Highness, are you awake?"

Hearing Qing'er's voice, Liu Yunmeng felt much more at ease and asked about the doubts in his heart.

"Qing'er, what happened?"

"Your Highness, don't you remember? After drinking wine yesterday, you felt dizzy and wanted to rest. Then Mr. Ren asked the slaves to help you to the bed to rest, and he stayed vigil at the door."

Qing'er wisely omitted many details.

"Really? Why don't I remember."

Liu Yunmeng frowned slightly, held her head, raised her body, and asked again: "Where is my nephew?"

Qing'er replied: "I was at the door just now. I should have seen His Highness wake up and go back."

Liu Yunmeng was startled: "He stayed at the door all night?"

Qing'er nodded: "Yes."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Liu Yunmeng's mind flashed to Ren Shengsheng's upright back, and her heart seemed to be filled with something, with an indescribable feeling.

"If what Qing'er said is true, he shouldn't have gone far yet."

Liu Yunmeng simply tidied up her clothes, climbed out of bed, and walked to the outside window. After opening it, she saw a familiar figure fading away.

"What a great nephew."

Looking at Ren Pingsheng's back, Liu Yunmeng's beautiful peach blossom eyes lit up, and an indescribable feeling arose in her heart.

"Did you just say that your eldest nephew's surname is Ren?" Liu Yunmeng turned to Qing'er and asked.

"Yes, Your Highness." Qing'er nodded.

"It turns out his name is Ren Pingsheng"

Until now, Liu Yunmeng didn't know his name. After reading it softly twice, he murmured to himself: "Why do I feel that this name is so familiar? It seems like I have heard it somewhere."

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Qing'er became nervous instantly and said nothing.

She has not yet decided whether to tell His Highness Ren Pingsheng's true identity.

After all, after the truth was announced, it was not only Ren Pingsheng who recognized his wife's sister as his aunt, but also His Highness who recognized his brother-in-law as his nephew.

The little palace maid didn't know what social death was. She simply felt that it would be better for the person involved to discover such an embarrassing thing on their own.

"It's over, it's over!"

At this time, Liu Yunmeng seemed to have thought of something and became panicked.

"My mother-in-law said that I am not allowed to stay out overnight. I will definitely be punished if I go back!"

"Qing'er, hurry up and pack your things, let's go back to the palace!"

Fortunately, I didn't find it.

Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief and responded: "Yes, Your Highness."

After half a stick of incense.

Liu Yunmeng and Qing'er tidied up their appearance and hurriedly left Tingfeng Pavilion.

What they didn't notice was that it was in a corner on the second floor.

A woman is recording silently.

"At the quarter of the hour, Prince Zhenbei left alone. A quarter of an hour later, Princess Yunhe left with the accompanying maid. The three of them stayed together in the private room for a total of ten hours."

"steamed stuffed bun--"

"Freshly baked pancakes——"

In the early morning, there were already peddlers in the inner city pushing carts and hawking their wares along the street.

They all lived in the outer city and came in early to do business. Although they had to pay a certain amount of city gate tax, the business was easier to do and the overall profit was higher.

Ren Pingsheng walked around the city gate, bought a few buns, and rushed back to Ren's house.

When he walked into the courtyard and opened the door, he saw Zhao Xue, who was dressed in men's clothes, sitting on a chair with a calm face.

But if you look closely, you will find that her hand holding the dagger tightened and her breathing became a little faster.

Obviously.

During the half day when Ren Pingsheng left the house, Lady Zhao's nerves were always tense.

"Sorry, something happened and delayed me."

Ren Pingsheng put the buns he was carrying on the table and opened them: "I bought them for you, eat them while they are hot."

Zhao Xue looked at the steaming buns, and her beautiful face showed a hint of hesitation.

"Eat your fill first, I'll give you something later."

Ren Pingsheng pulled a chair and sat down: "I just took a look around and found that the city gate was not closed, but there were a lot more guards and the inspection was more careful. There was a glass mirror next to the city gate. Everyone entering the city had to pass through it. I don't know what it's for."

"The magic mirror of the Imperial Observatory can reveal the true form of monsters and people with illusions."

Zhao Xue frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that King Jin could borrow the magic weapon of the Imperial Observatory. It seems that I can't leave the city in a short time."

The Imperial Observatory, like Baiyun Temple, is a very special existence in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is responsible for refining magic tools and observing celestial phenomena. No one except the emperor has the right to mobilize it.

The boss of the Imperial Observatory, the Imperial Observatory Supervisor, is also one of the few extraordinary cultivators in the Great Zhou court. Like Ren Pingsheng's father, he is a third-grade cultivator.

But it is rumored that the Supervisor is only one step away from breaking through the third grade. I don't know if it is true or not.

"When you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you are surrounded by willows and flowers, you will find another village. Stay here first, and you will always have the opportunity to leave the capital." Ren Pingsheng said casually.

"When you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you are surrounded by willows and flowers, you will find another village."

Zhao Xue's eyes lit up, and she recited it twice in a low voice, raised her eyes and looked at Ren Pingsheng, curiously: "Who wrote this poem, why have I never heard of it before?"

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Ren Pingsheng thought for a few seconds and replied: "Lu You, a poet from the Song Dynasty."

Song Dynasty? Is it a place name?

This Lu You has such a poetic talent, why have I never heard of it before?

Zhao Xue opened her mouth and wanted to ask again, but before she could open her mouth, she heard Ren Pingsheng say:

"Why do I feel that you are more weak than yesterday?"