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On the evening of the second day after Yan Chunjun's death, the room of Xue Ji of the Xue Pavilion of the Concubine of the Capital of Yan Kingdom——

"What do you see?".

The fruit was half eaten by the squeak, and she hadn't eaten for almost a whole day, and Yukihime felt a little better, and she was indeed a little appetizing. She had just woken up, and she was still a little puffed up, but now she had finally regained some attention. Only then did she realize that the little guy who seemed to be sitting on the table opposite, dangling his two little legs, had been staring at her. If it was just attracted by her appearance, what was the matter with his expression that wanted to speak and stopped several times?

"I found something that I don't know if I should tell you. "

There was a clear look of distress on his face, but the smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth made Yukihime vigilant.

"It's... Does it have anything to do with me?" she asked tentatively.

Seeing that he nodded and had a tendency to open his mouth, Xue Ji hurriedly said, "Hurry up and stop, I don't want to listen!" She had a hunch and said from his mouth that there must be nothing good about it.

"Oh, forget it, I don't care. "

Unexpectedly, he gave up all of a sudden. This made Yukihime feel a little uneasy, especially when she saw his smile that was getting more and more rippling... Yukihime checked her body up and down, and then pretended to touch her cheek inadvertently... I just didn't find anything wrong. She glared at him with some chagrin and turned her head away unwillingly.

"Say it. She made the request anyway.

At this moment, although she didn't see it, she could feel that a hateful smile appeared on his cute little face that she hated... It contains the pride of thinking that it is victorious.

"Actually, there's nothing..."Jingyu put down the fruit that was about to come to his mouth, although he ate it first, it was not as fast as Yukihime, and there was still more than half of it left, "I just found out that you haven't washed up since you got up." "

Yukihime's body froze. As a woman, especially for her who has always danced brilliantly and revealed elegance and nobility in her every move... This is no longer a minor problem. It's just that she just doesn't want to show weakness in front of that kid.

With a click, she took another big bite of the fruit, and swallowed it in two or three times under his unbearable expression. He straightened his chest proudly, cocked his little nose and hummed

"I'd love to!".

"Oh-".

He made such a procrastination sound, got up and walked to the bookcase on the other side, where bamboo slips and brushes were placed. Grinding under Yukihime's puzzled gaze, he dipped his brush in ink, and took out a piece of bamboo as if he wanted to write something on it... That 'what' was read out by himself:

"In the thirty-first year of Yan Wangxi, in the Xue Pavilion of the concubine of the thistle in the capital, there was a generation of dancing girls Xue Ji who ate the fruit without washing in the private room. "

He glanced at Xue Ji, and was about to start writing, when a burst of fragrant wind paved the surface, followed by a scolding.

"Don't write!" she snatched the brush, "you're not a historian, what are you memorizing?"

"Who said you can't remember if you're not a historian?" Jingyu staggered and slid through her armpits.

This moment's small action made Xue Ji's face, as white as snow, printed with a peach blossom-like red. He took two steps back, and laughed as Yukihime glared at him with her arms folded reservedly, "Isn't it okay for me to remember my children and let them know what kind of person their mother is?"

"Your child, mother?" Yukihime bit her lip, "Damn thief, you..."

"Shh——!!hh

Jingyu suddenly raised his finger at Xue Ji with a serious face, and pointed in the direction of the door. Xue Ji tilted her ears and didn't hear anything, thinking that he was lying to her again, so she couldn't help but sneer.

"Little thief, I'm not going to you this time..."

Knock, two soft knocks on the door sounded, interrupting the rest of Yukihime's words and revealing a surprised expression. She looked at Jingyu again, and he laughed silently again this time, and that expression seemed to say, 'How is it, is there someone?' and as if it was calming her heart, making it recover a lot from the wild jump... At least, she was a little less nervous.

A layer of 'ice shell' that usually appeared on Yukihime's body appeared, and she asked coldly

"Who's out there?".

This treatment of him was so distinctly different, which made Jingyu's smile even more overflowing. Yukihime took his expression in her eyes, glanced at him diagonally, and turned to face the direction of the door. Her slender figure, even the shadow behind her makes Jingyu pleasing to the eye.

There was silence outside the room for about three seconds before an equally cold, slow man's voice spoke.

"It's me. "

There was a surprise on Yukihime's face, "You're looking for me... What's the matter?".

She wondered in her mind that the boy behind her had been discovered? She remembered that it was not yet dark, and when she had just woken up, didn't she see the boy walking in through the door? She glared at him again, as if to reproach him: 'Do you know what kind of situation you are in now?' and swaggered out, and took the dishes and chopsticks, and stole the fruit. ’

Jingyu pointed to the small half of the fruit she held in her hand with some innocent feeling, 'You are an accomplice,' he told her with his mouth.

Yukihime laughed angrily, is it time to talk about this? She unconsciously took a bite angrily... Fruit in the hand.

The reaction of the man outside the door always seemed to be half a beat slow, and he couldn't answer right away, or was he thinking about something?

"Can you open the door and see you?" he asked through the door.

"There is a difference between you and me, so if you talk about things, it's better to talk about things in a public place like the back hall. Yukihime replied.

In addition to providing guests with a place to enjoy wine and food, and watch singing and dancing performances, Feixue Pavilion naturally also has a place for people in the pavilion to live... This back hall is one of them.

There was silence outside the door for a while. Jingyu relied on the perception of listening to the sound of all things, and the person outside the door had clearly raised his hand towards the door. His eyes narrowed slightly, if the man didn't know how to break in, he would save a trouble... How to convince Yukihime to go with him.

At this time, if you make some noise, it is natural to deliberately attract that person to break in... Jingyu didn't bother to do this, and that would only make Xue Ji look down on him.

Unfortunately, the man's hand was lowered again, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the back hall." "

As he said this, he turned and walked away, and there was a faint sound of footsteps. When he was far away, Yukihime lowered her head and suddenly turned to face Jingyu.

"You were discovered by him?" she asked, suspiciously.

Jingyu shook his head, "Probably not, you know, I've always been able to hide my aura." And..."Seeing and hearing is domineering, but if he can control the position of everyone in the entire Feixue Pavilion, he can naturally easily avoid everyone. This is something that you can't tell Yukihime now.

"Then he—" Yukihime still frowned.

"Hee-hee... Could it be that your voice is too loud for him to hear?" Jingyu snickered unscrupulously.

"Who would!" she yelled.

Realizing that his emotions were being provoked by him again, Yukihime stroked her forehead and shook her head, repeatedly admonishing herself to Gujing Bubo. After a few breaths, a hard 'ice shell' enveloped her body.

"Remember, this is not your home, and the current situation doesn't allow you to go out casually. She explained in a clear voice, turned to the door, turned her back to him, and said, "And I... I don't want to be bothered by you. "

Before she was about to open the door, Jingyu asked, "That's how you want to continue being a dancing girl here?"

Yukihime's movements paused, and she sneered self-deprecatingly, "What if you don't want to, I'm just a woman..."

Jingyu was silent... Troubled times, red face, this is really a bad combination.

A quarter of an hour had passed when Yukihime knocked on the door again and pushed it in. She carried a rectangular tray in her hand, full of delicious meals. The expression of going out and coming in is almost the same, as if it were a beautiful puppet that has been finely adjusted.

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