Chapter 22 Sleeping in the same bed with the beauty
"What...what are you going to do?" Hua Xuanji said incoherently, pushing away his big hands tied to her waist, her face turning red again.
"Tsk, tsk, of course I want to sleep with the beauty in the same bed. Or, complete the promise." Bai Yan looked like he was asking for help, and the hands tied around Hua Xuanji's waist tightened a little more.
"You...I called someone!" Hua Xuanji said angrily with a red face.
"As you wish." Bai Yan turned his body slightly to the outside, propped up his head with one hand, and looked at Ye Guoguo leisurely.
Hua Xuanji was so upset that she couldn't laugh or cry. She was a thief in the Prince's Courtyard. How dare she scream? She couldn't move her hands, so she simply moved her feet. She was a coward to Bai Yan and said angrily:
"Get down here."
Unexpectedly, his ankle was tightly grasped by his big palm around his waist. With a strong force, the whole person fell completely into his arms.
The faint scent of tea from his body spread to Ye Guoguo's nostrils again. The distance between their two faces was less than one centimeter. The tall nose bridge was pressed against hers, and her face seemed to be on fire. Hua Xuanji rolled her eyes in embarrassment.
, don’t look away.
Bai Yan held Hua Xuanji in his arms a little longer. A few strands of messy hair were intertwined with each other, making it extremely difficult to distinguish. He could only hear him smile lightly and say, "Be good, sleep."
Are you sure you're not coaxing the cat? Hua Xuanji rolled her eyes helplessly. She pulled the quilt away and buried herself completely in the quilt, refusing to get out even though she couldn't breathe.
After a long time, she felt that the breath of the person above her gradually became even, so Hua Xuanji carefully opened the quilt, took a few big mouthfuls of fresh air and greedily, turned around, and happened to face Bai Yan's peaceful sleeping face.
The white candle on the table had gradually been burned dry, leaving only a weak flame dancing strongly. The moonlight spread like smoke on Bai Yan's sleeping face.
The long and dense eyelashes create a shell shape on the eyelids, and the skin color appears fairer. The closed peach blossom eyes don't look so annoying at this time.
It would be great if he could stay so quiet. Hua Xuanji stared at him for a long time and came to this conclusion in her heart.
Feeling sleepy, she yawned loudly. Hua Xuanji patted her mouth with her good hand and whispered softly: "Sleep." Then she got into the quilt. After a while, a subtle cry came from her.
It came out of my mouth. It was like the first cry of a lark in the morning, soft and clean.
The pair of tightly closed peach blossom eyes suddenly opened, and the black and white eyes tightly twisted the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. Bai Yan slightly moved his body away, tapped his toes, and disappeared along the window.
In the moonlight.
On a dark path, Bai Yan's white clothes were made more transparent by the moonlight, and he seemed to be as unstained as a fairy in the sky. However, his seemingly bewitching peach blossom eyes shone with an unfathomable light.
Three feet away from where he stood, one could feel a thick chill that made people shiver.
"Are you really sure?" Suddenly, he spoke calmly, without any twists and turns. This kind of coldness made it impossible to completely connect him with the white flame in the daytime.
"One hundred percent sure." Under the moonlight, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and he replied in a groveling but somewhat arrogant tone.
"Are you really sure that he will fall in love with her?" Bai Yan turned around lightly, glanced at the man in black, then turned to look at the dimly lit place in the distance, and said calmly.
"That is the most outstanding prophet in the history of Da Yang." The figure in black trembled slightly and replied hastily.
"Go down." Another faint command and a faint wave. In the blink of an eye, the man in black just made a deep promise and disappeared into the moonlight. Just as quietly as he came.
, no trace left.
Under the moonlight, Bai Yan's slender eyebrows frowned tightly, his peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, looking at the moonlight on the horizon, he murmured: "Why her?"
"Yan'er." For a moment, it seemed as if I had returned to the banks of the Yangtze River, back to that small courtyard that was shabby but very warm.
I still remember that it was the season of early spring, which was also the season when peach blossoms were in full bloom. In the small courtyard, there were no fewer than ten peach trees, scorching their beauty.
However, from inside the half-closed door, the sound of children crying suddenly came.
A boy was half-kneeling in front of the bed, holding a woman's hand tightly, reaching out from time to time to wipe away the tears left on his face.
The woman looked about thirty years old, but her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her big black and white eyes that should have been beautiful had thick circles and wrinkles caused by worry.
His lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse, as if he had been rolled over sand. Even the palm of his hand holding the boy had blue veins, and he looked like he was terminally ill.
"Mother." The boy under the bed held the woman's hand tightly in his slender palm, and kept choking: "Mother, he, he won't come. Mother, just go with peace of mind, everything will be done and the child will still be there."
Woolen cloth."
"No." The woman's voice was firm and persistent, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, she suddenly held the foot of the bed and coughed violently. With a pop, a piece of blood resolutely spat onto the boy's snow-white clothes under the bed.
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"Mother." The boy anxiously hugged the woman into his arms, the tears in his eyes difficult to hide.
"Ahem." The woman didn't seem to care. She smiled slightly and continued in a hoarse voice: "He will come. He told me that he will come back when the peach blossoms bloom in the garden."
As he spoke, he raised his hand with difficulty and looked expectantly at the blooming peach blossoms outside the window.
"Yan'er, do you know? Your father is the most handsome man in the world. When he went south, my mother remembered him standing under a peach tree, with picturesque eyebrows and dark hair. He looked at him
Mother glanced at it, but at that glance, mother felt that there were no other colors or sounds in the world."
The voice became weaker and weaker, and the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth slowly flowed out, and a drop dropped on the trembling hand of the boy kneeling under the bed.
The boy's shoulders were trembling from sobbing. He stretched out his trembling little hands with drops of blood to cover the woman's lips anxiously. He shook his head and said with sobs: "Mom, don't say it, don't say it.
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"No." The woman shook her head, held the boy's little hand in her palm again, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with some difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let mother finish."
Looking out the window with dim eyes, the woman's lips curled up slightly, as if she saw the man standing under the peach blossom tree and glanced at her again.
"He is the king of this country, the one who can control the power of life and death. His eyebrows are always frowned tightly, but whenever his mother leaves, he will give her a faint smile." He seemed to be trapped in memories.
.The woman’s words were no longer choppy, but became smoother.