After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Mr. Cui did not answer.

His deep and mysterious eyes seemed to be covered with a faint mist, and the starry sky was clearly hidden, but at this time it seemed to only pretend to be a small person.

Zheng Wan didn't see it really, he leaned forward subconsciously, and pulled a veil from his waist quite "comprehensively" to wipe his sweat-reaching out his hand halfway, but was stopped by Cui Wang.

"Mr. Cui?"

Zheng Wan looked at him puzzled.

"What do you want?"

Cui Wang pinched her slender wrist, as if it had become a piece of ice and snow again.

Zheng Wan pointed to his forehead:

"Mr. Cui, you, you are sweating."

The shackled right hand made a profit, and finally made it from the iron palm. She rubbed her wrist, half complaining and half coquettishly said: "Mr. Cui, you are too strong, here, look, it's red. ."

Zheng Wan handed his wrist to him.

Subai's wide sleeves fell down, revealing a pair of thin wrists as white as frost and snow, and the red bloodstone lined the skin extremely white. In this way, the thin red marks on the wrists became more obvious.

Cui Wang moved his eyes, his throat moved:

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, it's over?" Zheng Wan hurriedly put his hand in front of his eyes, "You rubbed it for me."

As soon as the arm was handed, the person leaned closer.

A gust of wind from nowhere blew the long hair behind her head, and a trace of it fell on his chest and cheeks, as if a soft feather was blowing, and it was touching.

Cui Wang smelled the unique scent of a woman. In the lingering scent, her lips opened and closed like red pomegranates full of branches in summer.

"I was hurt before, and Aye rubbed it for me. Since Mr. Cui didn't want to, I asked Aye to go."

Zheng Wan said that he had to climb up from the collapse in his posture, but before he had even gotten to bed, his wrists would be held from behind. She turned her head, but saw Cui Wang hold her, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and all her emotions were restrained.

"Mr. Choi...?"

Zheng Wan tilted his head.

Cui Wang didn't say a word, but Zheng Xun realized that he actually lowered his head seriously and rubbed her wrist for her. There was a dead silence in the room, except for the rustling noise after the clothes rubbed.

The force he used at the beginning was either too light or too heavy. Zheng Yu obviously showed nothing, but Cui Wang seemed to know how she felt. After a while, the force became very comfortable.

A little bit of pain, but after the pain, the muscles and bones are relieved.

"All right."

For a long time, he let go of her wrist.

Zheng Wan shook his hand as if nothing had happened, not to mention the red marks, even the strange feeling disappeared.

"How can this be done? Every time I finish rubbing for me, I take medicine to activate the muscles and bones. It will take some time to get better." Actually, it doesn't look so serious, but her skin is naturally tender and slightly tender. A bump will leave a mark.

Cui Wang glanced at her, and put his palm on her lower abdomen without saying a word: "Go on."

He sent his vitality to her dantian again.

Zheng Wan raised his eyes and looked at him, but saw that his brows were motionless, and he became a dummy again. She dulled her tone boringly and let out a long "Oh".

"Mr. Cui, you are so temperamental, I'm afraid I won't find the little lady to be happy in the future."

Cui Wang opened his eyelids to look at her, then closed it again.

After that, he seemed to have closed his mantra, and his mouth was pressed into a straight line and closed extremely tightly. It was clearly the same ice face, but Zheng Yu could feel his displeasure.

There was no response to the teasing, and Zheng Wan soon felt bored.

In the warm and comfortable air baptism, the blood-loss body couldn't resist it, and soon fell asleep with his eyes closed.

She slept without knowing how long this time, and when she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by a warm golden light, which made her whole body warm. Zheng Wan turned his head and looked at the drip on the chest of drawers with his hands.

Choi Wang is about to leave, right?

She raised her elbow to get up, but found a warm breath coming from her right ear near the edge of the couch.

Zheng Wan realized that Cui Wang was leaning against her beauty, sleeping deeply.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the edged paper of the carved window and fell on his jade-carved snow-cast face, giving him a warm glow. Approximately tired, a faint blue gray appeared under him.

It's like the heavens and humans descended to the earth, picking up some dust.

Zheng Wan put up her elbow and moved closer. With this close, this person's skin was still surprisingly good, like a good mutton white jade, she couldn't spot any flaws, which made her feel a little jealous.

The eyelashes are also long, and they seem to be able to pierce people's hearts. Subconsciously, Zheng Wan wants to reach out and touch them, and she has indeed gotten started. The soft and fluffy touch, poking it into the palm of the hand, makes it itch—

At this time, Cui Wang suddenly opened his eyes.

He had just slept, there was still a layer of mist in his eyes, with black and white eyeballs, as if he had a little childish innocence, and looked at her dumbfoundedly.

Zheng Yu blushed directly—just about to straighten up, but unexpectedly he held his elbows for too long and got up too fast. Instead, he “staggered” and fell down.

It's so dead, it just hit his lips.

Cui Wang watched her fall and pressed her lips.

The pink and tender lips of a woman are like plump cherries, and when touched, they seem to be able to squeeze out juice. The scene just now crawled into his head again, he didn't hide, as if he hadn't awakened from his sleep at all.

Zheng Wan felt that Cui Wang's lips were as cold and thin as his people, and a piece of frozen elbow was pasted on it. It was so boring, not at all funny as stated in the **** booklet.

She moved back, and unexpectedly a strong force came from behind her head, which made her unable to move. At the same time, Cui Wang moved.

After a while, Zheng Wanren had been turned over by Cui Wang and pressed under him.

The talented child’s eyes caught the violent storm. He lowered his head and held her two lips, sucking and pondering like a child, as if tasting the favorite bud sugar when he was young. It's clumsy and rude again.

The flimsy coat had fallen asleep before, and at this moment, struggling, the unreliable placket slid a little away, and a piece of snowball was hidden by the goose-yellow pocket.

Zheng Wan was so embarrassed that his cheeks were stained with fire, and he couldn't help but beat him.

But she couldn't move the steel and iron bones of her whole life. Instead, her hands were pinched and put on top of her head. Cui Wang was like a marrow-knowing beast, just biting her lip.

He didn't raise his head until he seemed to feel that the person underneath was about to faint. Those dark eyes contained squiggly waves, and there was a bit more arrogance, and there was still a little bit of incomprehension.

Zheng Wan's eyes were already red, and he pouted to show him the lips he had bitten:

"Mr. Cui, it hurts."

Unexpectedly, this sound was like a bell from a Buddhist temple, which awakened Cui Wang.

He seemed to have just woke up from a dream, stood blankly for a while, and then remembered something, Haosheng concealed her clothes, looked at her and stopped talking, but without saying anything, he lifted his sword and left, walking swiftly like the wind. , As if there is a dog chasing behind him.

Zheng Wan didn't see how he walked anyway. He just remembered that Cui Wang's fingers trembled slightly when he was holding her tightly close, and falling on her skin, it seemed that the ice and snow mixed with scorching heat.

On one side is cold reason, on the other side is out-of-control lust.

She propped up her elbows, and said that although this sentiment can't be shaken on the basis of emotions, the ability to catalyze and amplify emotions when people's consciousness is fragile is somewhat useful to her.

Look, she just tried a little bit according to the book of **** love, this cold Buddha actually lost his wisdom, what is his name, "color fascinates wisdom".

I just don't know how long this faint can last, and if it is not enough, he has offered the Essence of Runing with both hands.

"Little lady," after a stick of incense, Yong Dai knocked on the door and came in. "Master of the National Normal University asked the young man in the Fuzhong to bring a bottle of medicine, and brought a message, saying that you have almost recovered from the injury. One tablet a day, continuous training. It will be fine in seven or eight days. He—"

"He can't come anymore?"

"Yes, Master of the National Normal University said-there is something in the mansion, so he won't be able to come."

Yong Dai glanced cautiously, thinking that she would see a little lady who was unhappy, but she was actually smiling with crooked eyes, like sugar like honey.

Mo, could it be that her little lady was irritated and had a problem?

In Yong Dai's view, the master's affection for the National Normal University is deeply rooted, so he has no name and has to follow people. Now the National Normal University refuses to come, for fear that it will deeply hurt her heart.

"He can't come here." Zheng Wan looked at the close maid with a puzzled look, and nodded her nose, "You don't understand."

The young Sword Master, who can keep everything from lingering in his heart, refuses to see her-it is better than to kiss her actively, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that she can't tell him to hide for too long, lest he passes the Qingxin Jue, and he becomes a piece of frozen iron again. Of course Zheng Yu didn't think that a small temptation could make Cui Wang throw away his helmet and abandon his armor, but his temperament, if something really happened, would be responsible.

Zheng Wan was picking and choosing, decided to find a good man to stimulate and stimulate, to see the aftereffects. After all, even the big yellow dog raised by the concierge, Li, knew that he would carry his hind legs to make an enclosure, so he didn’t know whether this young swordman would give her. Also press a stamp.

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In these seven or eight days, Cui Wang did not come.

He didn’t come, nor did Zheng Wan, but he just repaired a copy of the book every day and sent them to the gatekeeper of the National Teacher’s Office. It was not a sticky love poem, so he recorded what he did and ate every day. What's wrong, occasionally express the mood of the day, good or bad, happy or unhappy, occasionally greet the other person, but no matter what you write, you will always add a sentence at the end:

"Pan Jun takes a look."

Yong Dai didn’t know what the little lady had written, but these letters were handed over to the National Teacher’s Mansion in a swagger and unabashed manner. The gate of the National Teacher’s Mansion was closed again, and there was no response letter, but Jingzhong was called to the front. The rumor that "Zheng's wife was blue-eyed by the national teacher" became suspicious, and the rumor that "the young lady of the Zheng family was wishful thinking and wishful thinking" began to spread.

"Send someone to the National Teacher's Mansion."

Zheng Wan put the letter in the sandalwood box, and put it in with the sword ear that he had hit recently, and handed it to Yong Dai.

"Little lady—" Yong Dai reluctantly, "I want to give it away, let's quietly, Jingzhong, Jingzhong..."

"It's very ugly?"

Zheng Wan'e frowned, "If it's unpleasant, then it's unpleasant. These days, what we've heard is more than that? What's more, what they said is pretty good..."

She sighed faintly, "Mr. Cui to me..."

Yong Dai was worried for such a little lady who was trapped by love, and racked his brains to bring out some strange things that were rumored in Beijing to distract her.

"The little lady knows that the second son of Liang Guogong had bad luck a few days ago. First, he didn't see the road clearly at night, and fell into the pond with lotus flowers in the mansion. He broke his arms and legs. The doctor has seen it, and since then I am afraid that it will be useless, and the official career will also be lost."

As soon as she said this, she saw the little lady's eyes sparkling and the corners of her mouth raised:

"Oh? Take it seriously?"

"Naturally it is true. Old Li and his son saw him when he delivered the letter the day before yesterday. It's weird to say that the little overlords of a few other families are unlucky. They either fell on the ground and broke the picture, or they clashed with people in the brothel. , Hurt someone..."

"Tuk tuk-"

At this time, Rouge, who was waiting outside the door, knocked in and handed in an invitation sticker, "The birthday of Lord Rong Yiting, the Yanchun Garden will be held in the next day, and the little lady must be there in the future!"

"Hey, in previous years, the birthday of the pavilion lord was never done in a big way."

"It's strange, she will be late next year. The princess is ready to look, but it doesn't matter." Zheng Wan took the greeting, opened his eyes, and asked Rouge to reply. She must be at that time. go with.

Yong Dai thought of another place:

"Little lady, the rumors in Beijing are not very good nowadays, and the Imperial Palace is the imperial national teacher's mansion across the street from Yanchunyuan. If you go, little lady, you..."

"Mr. Cui will not go."

Zheng Yu made a decisive statement, but on the letterhead of the second day, he still carefully detailed his yearning and expectation for the feast, but at the end, a little sadness was left on the paper.