Pretty Her

Xu Ling looked at her blankly, "He touched you?"

She reached out and nodded his face, laughing at him: "You are still a monk. He just held my hand. Where did you want to go?"

Xu Ling's cheeks were crimson, and Mei Qingmuxiu's face appeared a little embarrassed. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes again, just like Su Ri's kind eyebrow and good looks. The common things in the world, like rain silk, touched his face and couldn't touch his heart. As soon as it fell, it disappeared.

His gaze swept past her tender white wrist, and asked, "For many years, there were not thousands or hundreds of women who were sent to Xiao Yue by his family. He had never left a woman for more than half a month."

The most incomprehensible man in the city, Lord Xiao Xiao. Whenever a woman plays with her eyes, no one has ever lied to him, and no one knows better than him about the way women seduce people. Practice makes perfect. After experiencing the turbulent offensive of countless women, Xiao Yan has long been out of reach.

Ministers in the DPRK, who has a close relationship with Xiao Yan, encounters difficult backyard affairs, can't tell who is good and who is bad, and will come to Xiao Xiao when he can't get ruthless. When things went to Xiao Yan's ears, he could understand why.

When other men encounter beauties, they almost always choose to indulge in the gentle hometown. Xiao Ye doesn't. He has a calm eye to see the world, and no one wants to please him.

Yun Zheng came all the way, her legs were sore, and there was no place to sit around. She was close to the virtual spirit, and fell softly on him. She took a long breath and a short breath. It was a little sleepy.

Ethereal stood still, letting her lie on her shoulders and asked expressionlessly, "How are you doing in the house these days?"

She said nothing to him, nothing was too small, all told him, singing like, with a pleasant tone, her voice was like an oriole.

Hearing her as a nun, he was puzzled and asked, "Are you really going to be a nun?"

She laughed lowly and brushed his ears like a play, pinching the tip of her ears and twisting: "How do you ask such stupid and ignorant questions like Xiao Man's stupid man? I was so beautiful, How could it be a nun to keep the green light? "

He hid a deep smile in his eyes.

She paused for a moment, and continued to put it on his ear, saying, "But even if I were a nun, I would still be able to dump a man in the world, as long as I have the heart, there is nothing I can do." She deliberately sighed and fluttered to the side of his cheek ,"dont you agree?"

Ethereal clasped the hand of the rosary in it.

She changed. But she turned better. Shen Gong is a place to eat people. Yun Yuan, whom he knew as a child, has been eaten beyond recognition, but even so, he is willing to help her.

Some things, such as obsession, cannot be changed once they are ingrained. She had planted a devotion in his heart. For him, even if things changed, she was still the little girl who smiled at him in the flower garden and asked him for sweets.

Ethereal didn't respond to her question, but took out a packet of confectionery from her cuff pocket and handed it to her palm. She ate with a smile and ate three or four in one breath. Tang flaunted her scheming for Xiao Yanshi with him.

"The more such a man who sees the world, the more suspicious he is, and his arrogance is so high that he flits at him, but he doesn't catch on. Instead, he has to guess, think, because he wants to doubt anyway. Yes, then simply use his suspicion, when a man is puzzled by a woman, this is the best opportunity for this woman to start. "

Ethereal frowned and asked, "Are you doing the same to the emperor?"

She swallowed the sweets in her mouth, pursed her red lips, and said helplessly, "I haven't seen the emperor's face yet."

The ethereal handed her another sugar, "There will always be a chance in the future."

She was full of confidence and didn't pick up his sugar. She was tired and pushed away: "The day when the emperor saw me, it was when he was in trouble."

She said something playful, like a fairy. He took out the water bladder, opened the lid and handed it to her. She groaned and drank too fast. A few drops of water dripped from the corners of her mouth. After drinking, she grinned at him.

Since she lived in the temple for a month, she has always said the same thing to him every day. Calling his common name, looking at him with both hands on his cheeks, Shui Lingling's big eyes flickered. This time, she was more lively than before. Sometimes she jumped out to cover his eyes while he was sweeping the hospital, and sometimes secretly ran to the zen room to call him across the window screen.

He remembered that she told him that day, "Wei Shen, I can't continue like this, I don't want to be bullied anymore, I want to go back to the palace, I want to be a pet concubine."

She entered the palace and became the palace princess. What's more, it was the Queen and her sister who took the lead in oppressing her.

He couldn't make her backing, he could only find another backing for her.

Xiao Yan is a good choice.

The ethereal calmly wiped off the water stains on her mouth. "Ah, you have to be careful."

She nodded. "I know."

He asked again, "You have been out for a while, do you want to return to Xiaofu now?"

She shook her head mysteriously, put her fingers on the corners of his sleeves, and twisted them a little bit. "I can't go back too soon."

Ethereal doesn't understand her, but he knows that she has her own reason for doing everything, so she doesn't need to ask or use it.

She was too tired to apply porridge in the morning. She lay softly on his shoulder and was about to fall asleep. He simply dropped off his monk's clothes, gathered a clean ground under the tree, and helped her sit down. In a small ball, he stopped in front of her to cover the light spot leaking between the leaves.

Before closing her eyes, she finally glanced at him and said with a smile, "Wei Shen, I will only sleep for an hour. Don't go away, I'm afraid."

He turned around, "You rest and rest, I will always be here."

On the other side, Xiao Yan, who had endured porridge, returned to Xiao Fu.

He blushed and couldn't calm down until he entered the house.

The servant brought the ice, and he instructed people to fill the bath with ice cubes, and plunged the whole person into place, shaking and freezing, but still couldn't calm his face.

Just thinking about her look of shame and blame, he felt complacent.

When was Xiao Xiao so embarrassed in front of the woman.

Xiao Yan was born tall, although he was thin, but he was strong and strong. At this time, he was lying on the edge of the bath. He was a boy like Tiehan.

The ice cubes turned into ice water, and he was still lying in the water and never went out. You can't comfort yourself.

Across the screen, the housekeeper carefully asked, "Sir, are you okay?"

Xiao Yan resentfully replied, "Not good."

Just after that, I sneezed several times. He thought wryly, it must be where she hid and scolded him. Scolded him for being shameless, lecherous.

He thought of her, and quickly asked the housekeeper waiting outside: "Have Master Grandma returned home?"

The housekeeper snapped, "No ... I don't know ..."

He came out of the water: "Why don't you know?"

The steward replied stiffly: "When I used to porridge outside, you said you didn't have to look for someone, so I didn't take it to heart."

He frowned heavily, a pair of peach eyes showing a little warmth due to the rare shame, diluting the original coldness.

Yes, he was mad at his head, not her, but himself. What he did was not good. He had to look for himself. This anger spread to her, he thought that she could run as far as possible, so that he would never see her again.

Xiao Zheng put on his robes and went out, pacing around the house, and finally couldn't bear his temper, and asked, "Is she back?"

Since his first interrogation, the housekeeper has always sent someone to stare at the door of the house. As soon as Master Ah Yi returns to the house, someone will report immediately.

The steward replied, "I haven't come back yet."

Xiao Xuan was anxious, and asked, "Have you asked over there?"

Housekeeper: "Yes, I haven't seen anyone.

Xiao Min clenched his hands.

It was almost dusk and it was going to be dark at sight. Although the city is more secure than the suburbs, there is no way she can be used as a criminal. She was born with such a pitiful little appearance that others would see her, only to see that she would give birth to heart.

At this moment he reflected, feeling that he might have thought wrong from the beginning.

With her appearance, it was normal to run into a gangster and be bullied alone. Why did he think she was acting in the first place?

Xiao Yan frowned even deeper. It's strange that the right family shouldn't always send women to him, and flip through the grandson's art of war at will. Although he didn't marry his wife, he didn't mean that he was a hairy boy who wanted to get into trouble when he saw a woman. Now he caused him to misunderstand people and make a big ugly.

Xiao Yi immediately decided to list his opponents one by one, and find a reason to write it again tomorrow.

He waited until the night, but he couldn't wait. He put his face down, took back what he said, and ordered the steward to find someone immediately. It was not enough for the housekeeper to find it. He picked up his riding whip himself and was going to go there in person.

As a result, when I left the house, I saw a slender figure on the long street. It was dark at night, and I couldn't see clearly. Only a round moon hung high, and the afterglow was full, barely reflecting the man's weakness.

Xiao Min's heartbeat missed half a beat, without any hesitation, he rushed away.

He knew that it must be her. It must be her.

The horse galloped, and as he approached, he snapped and called her name: "Ama."

She frightened, taking a few steps back while covering her chest, speechless by his massive movements.

The horse stopped in front of her, shaking the horse's head uneasily, Xiao Xiao threw the whip and jumped off the horse's back, struck in a purple robe, and stood firmly before her. By the moonlight, he reached out and lifted her veil, she tried to hide, he simply grabbed her shoulders and kept him from moving.

When she looked at the veil, it was her, and he sighed.

For a long time there was no such relief.

Under the gauze, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had clearly cried a few times, and her soft-eyed eyes were a little bit emaciated, like a little sickness and unbearable humiliation, but she showed a little love, how could she let People don't feel bad.

He stroked it up, holding her half of Guazi face in his palm, his voice as quiet as water, pretending to be all right, "Where did you go, why come back now?"

He intends to turn things over naturally, and his heartbeat speeds up, lest she throw something out of her heart.

But she just didn't know what to do, ignored his offer, lowered her head, bit her red lips, and sounded like a mosquito: "I will leave tomorrow."

After speaking, she trot and walked away, for fear of him catching up, as if he was something of a scourge, which was unavoidable.

Xiao Yan's chest was so distressed that her body temperature dipped in her palms, burning him like a fiery fire, burning all the way to his heart.

He went back to his house and couldn't even eat dinner. He was lying on the side of the couch, holding his head with one hand weakly, and admiring the moon through the gap in the window.

Probably the depressed relationship in my heart, even the moon became abomination.

He rolled over, put his hands on his forehead, and closed his eyes, and she was wronged and stared at him.

He couldn't help but patted his hand, the one that reached out to hold her today, slap it up, scolding him for refusal.

If she is really an ordinary woman, then in her opinion, he is indeed a wicked villain. First she asked her to return to the house, and then went to visit her in the middle of the night. Then she asked her why she wanted to be a nun, and finally she dropped her hand in the court.

All connected, isn't he just a prodigal son?

He wanted to tease her, but didn't want to.

Xiao Yan turned around and finally sighed, got up from the couch, put on a coat, and went out with his shoes.

Where to go? Naturally, in front of her compartment.

She didn't sleep, a warm yellow light illuminated her, and her shadow was reflected on the window screen, and she was wiping tears. Suddenly she turned her head, he hid busyly, like a thief, and hid quietly in the dark looking at her.

She leaned out and hit the window lattice, shaking the fan with one hand, crying with pear blossoms and rain, her forehead was sweating, tears while fanning, and a few weeping sounds from the wind. Hearing in his ears looked stunned.

How long she cried, how long he stood. She could really cry, and three or two tears fell, and she cried on and off most of the night.

At first he was worried about her, because she cried and broke her throat. Later, when I thought about it, it was better to cry. She was ill, and she couldn't leave the house tomorrow.

He always wanted face, but he didn't know how to speak in such a situation. Misunderstanding, I do not know where to start, everything is wrong, how to say wrong.

Probably God wanted to punish him. He looked forward to crying, but he became infected with the cold and became sick.

On the second day, Xiao Yan failed to get up, was top-heavy, and was unconscious in bed.

He was hit by the heat yesterday, soaking in the ice for too long, and blowing wind at night, alternating cold and hot, and his illness came down like a mountain.

Today's early dynasty came to an end. The emperor ordered the eunuchs who were personally waiting to pass the greetings. He also sent the royal doctor to see the doctor. He heard the news and sent visits.

Xiao Yan refused to see anyone, lying on the couch sullenly, unable to read a book, half-closed eyes, unhappy.

Someone came in, lightly, probably a girl, and lifted the curtain to the bed.

He heard the voice, and said rudely, "Take a cup of tea."

This cup of tea was brewed for a long time, taking a long nap, and the tea had not been delivered to him. After Xiao Yu fell asleep, he felt heavier, as if he had been immersed in a fire and grilled, and was extremely uncomfortable.

He hummed a few times, too lazy to remember his tea, and stretched out his hand and waved wildly: "Get a wet towel and wipe my body for me."

This kind of thing has always been done by Xiaoxiong. His body is so expensive that he must never let a woman with an ingenious mind take advantage. They can approach him, want to take advantage, no way.

But at this time, I couldn't control that much. I just wanted to relax my body and shouted several times, and finally someone passed the wipes.

First, he applied his forehead and moved softly like water. He glanced across his face. He smelled the faint floral and tea fragrance of her fingertips. He saw a pool of lotuses in the morning mist in the morning, and his soft hands brushed on him. His face and the sorrow in his heart stopped immediately, all the attention was focused on her belly.

She stopped abruptly and never went down again.

Xiao Min was dissatisfied and stretched his neck. "Continue rubbing."

She said softly: "The tea is going to cool down, so let's drink it first."

Familiar voice floated in his ear, Xiao Yan stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw her turning back to serve tea. She was as thin as a willow, and her feet were so beautiful. Who else would she be besides the woman he had kept in the middle of the night last night?

Yun Zheng turned around, holding the tea in both hands, bending down softly, sitting down next to his couch, asking softly, "Son, can you get up yourself?"

Saying she was about to put down the tea cup and came forward to help him, he sat up half-heartedly, "how are you here?"

Yun Zheng handed the tea to his lips, like a throbbing eyebrow: "I heard that the son was sick, so I thought about coming over. The housekeeper didn't stop me, put me in, and asked the son to forgive me for making my own claim. If you want to blame, just blame me. Don't anger others. "

He was supposed to pick up her tea, his hand was about to be raised, and he suddenly thought of something, his hands resting on his side.

She had to move closer and feed him a cup of tea.

The tea was fed from his mouth, and kept pouring into his heart, and the dry heat that had been simmering for a day and night finally subsided. He Yuguang glanced at her secretly, pretending to be calm, and asked indifferently, "Aren't you going to leave today?"

She lowered her eyebrows, and her voice was thin and soft: "As soon as my son is ill, I will leave immediately."

Seeing her seriousness, he panicked, feeling that he should not mention the matter, and quickly said, "I have no intention of driving you away."

She didn't answer, got up and put the tea cup on the table, walked to the corner and twisted a wipes.

He leaned out and looked out, unable to hold back the words in his heart, weighed it a few times, and asked her, "Did you take care of me?"

She walked back to him, put a wet towel on his forehead, and said gently, "Yes, I'm here to take care of my son."

He rejoiced in his heart. For her truth, she was more happy than ever.

She stared at him for a moment, and hesitated suddenly: "I know the boy stood overnight outside the house last night."

Xiao Chen looked stagnant, and subconsciously denied: "No, you're wrong."

She did not argue with him, but nodded with a smile, "What the son says is whatever."

He muffled, and then asked, "Even if I stand overnight outside the house, that's all right."

Her hand was stretched across his forehead across the kerchief, and her white wrists were like porcelain, delicate and beautiful. He looked at her, she was all over and around, everything was beautiful. She opened Rou Yan's lips and said to him, "I feel guilty in my heart, because I'm afraid that I've dragged my son down, causing him to have a cold wind."

That's why he came to take care of him.

For a moment Xiao Xiaosi was unable to speak comfortably.

If he comforted her, let her not forget, maybe she left the house today and went outside.

He didn't admit it or deny it, and a pair of eyes as deep as a pond stared at her. She would serve him, and he would let her serve.

What should be done on weekdays, just like today.

She rolled his sleeves and wiped his arms for him. The drops of water slid down the strong lines of her arms. She gently scratched the tip of her nails, causing him to tremble. She was not shy, but turned him red. face.

She twisted a wipe on her face again. "Son, you're blushing, is it too hot in the room?"

She was about to get up and open the window, Xiao Min's head was hot, and she stretched out her hand to hold her.

His familiar terror and panic appeared on her face again, for fear that he had stripped her alive, and he couldn't control so much, leaned forward and pulled her closer to himself.

He took a deep breath and let out: "What happened in the day yesterday was my sudden."

She lowered her eyes, and he reached out her hand against her chin again, so as not to let her avoid her gaze: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a hooligan."

She was forced to look directly at him, and her pale face was pinkish, not shy, but nervous: "My son, let me go first."

He kept on, just right, and pinched her between his fingers, unable to resist at all: "I, a person who has always been proud and proud, has been used to people since childhood. Moreover, in my life, all the women I met met me. Love it. "

Speaking of this, he swallowed his saliva, revealing a little uncomfortableness: "There are too many things on my body that others want to compete for, so I never trust others easily."

She took his word, and ignored the half sentence that he said later, and put her head on the sentence that he said at the beginning, and directly asked, "My son thinks I adore you too?"

Xiao Min paused for a moment, embarrassed to speak, and nodded dullly.

She asked again, "Did the boy hold my hand yesterday, did you intentionally tease me?"

Xiao Yan lips. His solid shoulders collapsed, and for a few seconds, he responded with his usual indifferent tone: "Yes."

He stared at her tightly, she was watching him and did not avoid it anymore.

With a frown on her eyebrows, her seductive and glamorous face was mournful but not hurt, and she murmured, "People like a son are indeed admirable."

Xiao Yan lived.

A heart in the chest almost beat out.

Three or two words from her made all the fog disappear in his heart.

Regardless of whether she is a fine artist or a good citizen, at this moment he only knows that he can get satisfaction and joy from her flattery.

She went on, "But, son, I don't admire you."

Like a pot of cold water.

Xiao Yan was unable to respond slowly. For a long time, he narrowed his eyes, and touched his brow again indifferently. He looked at her for a while, then released her, lay down and drilled into the thin silk quilt.

She pushed him curiously: "My son, what's wrong with you? But what's wrong?"

Xiao Yan said dullly, "No."

She stopped speaking.

The room suddenly quieted, Xiao Yan sweated in the blanket, thinking she had left early, turned over, and found that she was still in the room.

She sat on the couch next to the wall, bowed her head to embroider, and pressed the thread with a pin, but she didn't know what to embroider. It was probably a small piece of silk or the like.

He had completely recovered from her innocence, and stared at her with a half-arm.

He had thought about what it would be like to marry his wife, Qin Se and Ming Ming, if he was married in the future. He didn't have a beloved woman, and he couldn't think of who he was next to him anyway.

Yu Guang glanced at him looking at this side, instead of looking up, she continued the embroidery in her hand.

When a man starts to look forward to a woman, just sit quietly and accept his appreciation.

Don't respond, don't ask questions.

The right silence is also a charming charm.

He stared at her for a long time, his pillows were numb, sore and painful, and he couldn't work hard. I had to lie flat again and called her: "Are you hungry?"

She put down her peony embroidery: "Are you hungry? I'll go and tell the kitchen."

He chewed: "I'm asking you."

She snorted and replied, "A little hungry."

When the meal came, he turned everyone around and left her alone, arrogantly asking her to serve.

She was so good-tempered that he fed the meal to his mouth, and he ate it comfortably, asking her deliberately, "Have you ever served others like this?"

She shook her head, took a sip of hot soup, blew it away gently, and handed it to his lips. "No, before the disaster, everyone was waiting for me."

He heard her mention the past, and felt itchy in his heart, and wanted to ask, but felt it was unnecessary.

Finally, a sentence was squeezed out: "You look like a coquettish girl."

She nodded, telling the truth: "Yes, I'm spoiled, I can't take any hardship."

He took the opportunity to say, "If you leave the house, you have to find a better place, only to make things more difficult."

She smiled sweetly, "Is the son keeping me?"

Xiao Yan coughed: "Why do I keep you, just to see you pitiful."

She pierced him: "But you thought I loved you just now."

Xiao Yi froze, then took the bowl and spoon from her hand, and buried her head to eat it with her own thoughts, slowly and indifferently: "It won't happen in the future."

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if she heard something great, her smile was clear and clear, and she looked seriously at him: "Son, you will find a woman who really loves you."

Xiao Yan: "Don't look for it, just order one when you go out, all are admirers."

She covered her mouth and laughed, he glanced sideways and glanced quickly.

She smiled so nicely, like a blossoming valley of white orchids.

The last thought lingering in his heart let go.

Forget it, it's rare to be confused, why is it true?

The next few days, she came to his house as usual, he was ill, and her spar was almost embroidered.

After piled up countless things, she could no longer lie on the couch to enjoy her wait and care. She did not mention the matter of returning to the hall, the old lady always kept her, and she would not leave.

On the last day, she was embroidering in his house. He had just taken a lunch break and did not shout. She walked around behind the screen and she was talking to the girl-in-law.

The voice is thin, probably afraid of making him noisy.

He quietly walked over and saw Yamei tuck a bag of copper plates to her, "Master Grandma, thank you for the gift of gold jade bracelets that day, so I can save my mother. I know that the pair of gold jade bracelets was left to you by your father. Although the money is not enough to redeem your gold jade bracelet, I will surely save enough money as soon as possible to redeem your bracelet as soon as possible. "

She stroked the back of the girl-in-law's hand. "Money is something outside of you. You don't need to take it to heart."

When she said this, he clearly saw a sorrow in her eyes.

That was left to her by her father, how could she not want to redeem the pair of golden jade bracelets. I just don't want to make Yayi feel guilty.

Before he stepped forward, someone called her outside, and the old lady passed her on. She put down the embroidery in her hand and went outside without even looking back.

Xiao Yue walked to a few beds, and bent down to pick up her embroidery. It is a bright peony, extremely enchanting, and the imposing king of flowers is coming. It's a little different from her pure and weak appearance.

He removed the spar and tucked it in his cuff.

"Which pawnshop is she holding her gold jade bracelets on?"

The aunt was lying on a few couches. When she heard this, she was frightened, raised her eyes blankly, and replied, "The name of Spring in the east of the city."

Xiao Zheng nodded, his hands carrying his back.

The housekeeper asked, "Is the adult going out?"

Xiao Yan's face was indifferent, and the corners of his lips were unconsciously faint. "Well, just stroll around."

The steward immediately led the horse, and instructed the servant to follow. As soon as the words were finished, he heard Xiao Xiao in front of him: "No, I will come back from a stroll around.

He rode a horse, headed straight for the east of the city, wandered outside the pawnshop, and walked in slowly.

The shopkeeper recognized him and couldn't help but exclaim: "Master Xiao!" The shopkeeper smiled, "Master Xiao, come here by car, is there something important?"

Xiao Qingqing cleared his throat: "I came to redeem something, it was a gold jade bracelet."

After listening, the treasurer immediately brought out all the jade bracelets, "Which pair?"

Xiao Yan was dumbfounded. He didn't know which pair.

moment.

Xiao Yan's voice sank slightly: "All it takes."

Redeem her gold jade bracelet in person.