On the willow branches above the moon, the sparse shadows are faint.
Bei Tangjin sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at his tired face, and asked, "Is there anyone in the garden?"
"I looked at it, but there was no one there." Qiu Rong took off the hairpin for Bei Tangjin and combed her hair with a comb.
The blue hair is like ink, sliding on the fingertips.
Bei Tangjin pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it's too late. It's better not to come."
When Qiu Rong heard this, his face became angry and he said, "Miss, this Prince Ming has gone too far. How could he come to our garden to find you in the middle of the night?" Isn't this going to ruin the reputation of the lady?
"Ah!" A scream came from the back room.
Qiurong immediately put down the comb in his hand, walked into the back room, and said, "What happened?"
Qingsun was still in shock and said: "Sister Qiurong, look, look, this is..." She turned pale with fright.
Qiu Rong followed her gaze and looked in, and his face turned pale.
Behind the gauze and mist of the bed curtain, a man's figure is lying suddenly, with a purple tassel-like corner of his clothes exposed, showing the man's noble status.
Qiu Rong was a martial arts practitioner after all. She took a few steps closer. The gauze was very thin, as thin as clouds of smoke. Through the gauze, she could faintly see the man's extremely lazy and leisurely posture, as well as his elegant and graceful smile.
Qiu Rong snorted coldly, and his soft face became extremely cold and serious. He turned to Qingsun and said: "What you saw today must not be revealed even a word. Otherwise, you know the consequences!"
Qingsun had never seen Qiu Rong with such a cold expression. She was frightened, so she nodded desperately and said: "Yes, yes, I will never dare to say a word!"
Qiu Rong saw her in such a frightened state and said, "Don't go out yet, lest anyone see you showing off your trap."
Qingzhan quickly said yes.
At this time, Bei Tangjin also came over. As soon as she walked to the door, she felt someone inside the room, breathing steadily, as if she was fast asleep.
Her eyesight was very good, and she could see the vague purple figure and the person's loose posture from a distance.
"Qiu Rong, please dress up again for me."
"But, Miss, you have been tired for a long day..." She glanced at the purple figure behind the bed curtain, and felt in her heart that this person should be thrown out!
"Even if you are driving someone away, you must dress neatly and be polite." When she said this, she had already turned around.
Qiu Rong immediately followed him, redressed Bei Tangjin, and changed into a purple robe. After redressing, Bei Tangjin entered the back room and ordered: "You all can go out."
Qiu Rong's eyes were full of displeasure and resentment, but he bowed and left without saying a word.
His fingers slowly opened the mist-like gauze bed curtain, and the tall purple figure appeared completely in front of Bei Tangjin.
Looking at the sleeping face, Bei Tangjin's expression became more solemn.
To bark? Or not to bark?
It was obvious that this man seemed exhausted.
She frowned, sighed, and thought: That's all.
He closed the bed curtain again, took a thick quilt from the small cabinet, walked to the beauty's couch not far away, and lay down in his clothes.
She was indeed exhausted today, and her breathing gradually stabilized. However, there was one more person in the room, so she did not dare to sleep too deeply.
The moonlight is like frost.
The figure behind the mist-like bed curtain moved. Feng Xiling's eyes were half-opened, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms was all around him. He felt as if he was outside the world.
I casually glanced around, and saw a bright red peony brocade quilt, a bright red peony wrapped pillow, and a slender figure behind the misty gauze bed curtain.
Only then did Feng Xichun remember that she had been drinking with Hua Jianyue and came over to wait for Bei Tangjin. They had made an appointment in the plum garden, but when they saw her boudoir, they couldn't help but rush in.
Maybe she had already greeted the people around her, and he came in very smoothly. After looking around the room, she still hadn't returned. Later, he saw her bed and lay down on it, feeling extremely
It was so comfortable that I fell asleep without even realizing it.
But, I don’t know what time it is now.
Looking at the bright stars outside the window, I'm afraid it's almost midnight.
He stretched, stood up slowly, and walked towards the beauty's couch not far away.
She fell asleep.
Her breathing was very steady, and the corners of Feng Xiyang's lips curved into an extremely soft smile.
Her sleeping face was extremely quiet, and he could not see it clearly through the moonlight. So, he lit a candle and placed it on the small table next to her, so that it would not affect her sleeping peacefully, nor would it affect his ability to look at her.
Her face was soft when she was sleeping, her pointed chin was as white as snow. Her slender neck and soft skin were as smooth as jade. He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.
He did indeed do this, his white fingers slowly came closer, he used his fingertips to slowly approach, and then he slowly pressed down with his whole palm, slowly sliding on her snow-white cheek.
It was an extremely smooth and warm touch, so beautiful that he couldn't bear to let go of his fingers.
He suddenly discovered that her nose was even more delicate, standing gracefully on her beautiful cheeks.
Ever since, he touched her small and upright nose again.
However, as soon as he put down his finger, he saw her beautiful and quiet eyes suddenly open, and then a sharp gust of palm wind hit him. Just as he was about to avoid it, his arm was pulled, and he turned slightly.
, trying to avoid him, but she struck very quickly, and in an instant, he was thrown to the ground by her, and his neck was grasped in her hands.
Such a series of actions only takes a moment.
Because his neck was strangled, Feng Xiling coughed with difficulty. Her hands were so strong that his neck was about to break and his throat was stuck, making him unable to speak a word.
"Ahem, Yurong, let go, it's me." Feng Xichun said with difficulty, watching her soft and calm face slowly break into a cold and solemn shape, she couldn't help but feel very regretful.
Seeing the man's face clearly, Bei Tangjin slowly let go of his hand, then immediately stood up and said, "It's so late at night, and you're not lying on the bed well. Why did you come down to attack me?"
Because she had just woken up, her voice was hoarse and slightly nasal. Although it was a question, it sounded extremely pleasant.
Feng Xiqing coughed and touched her neck, with a very aggrieved expression: "Yurong, my neck hurts so much!" He sat on the ground, his voice was soft, and he looked at her pitifully and towards her.
He stretched out his neck and said: "Yurong, look at it, my neck is already red and swollen. If someone sees this when I go out..." As he spoke, he blinked his eyes, feeling three parts cute and seven parts aggrieved.
Bei Tangjin's original anger was half gone at this time. She looked at the noble prince in front of her with great surprise and was stunned for a while.
What is his expression? Why does his voice sound like coquettishness?
Is he pretending to be pitiful? She remembered that day on the boat, when the knife went down, he didn't even frown. Why did he look so pitiful when there was no blood this time?
But Bei Tangjin took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a deep red mark on the white jade neck. As he said, it would be difficult to explain if someone saw him when he went out.
"It's true that the attack was a bit harsh." Bei Tangjin muttered to himself, evaluating the strength of his attack just now.
Feng Xichun listened aggrievedly and thought to herself: Why is it so heavy? He was almost strangled to death! Seeing that her face was always cold and devoid of any pity, she felt even more aggrieved and said: "Yurong, good
It hurts!"
Bei Tangjin raised his eyebrows and looked up and down Feng Xichun's body with extremely strange eyes.
This man is well-dressed, elegant and luxurious, with dark hair and an aggrieved face. No matter how you look at him, he looks awkward.
"How long are you going to sit on the ground?" Bei Tangjin stood aside and looked at Feng Xichun.
The two of them were sitting and standing, as if Bei Tangjin was a man and Feng Xichun was a resentful woman who had been wronged.
An ordinary man would be angry if he found himself sitting on the ground so embarrassed. However, Feng Xiling stood up slowly and gracefully. His elegant posture made it seem as if the place he was sitting on was not a carpet but a carpet.
A golden bed covered with pearls and delicacies.
Bei Tangjin ignored him and turned around to find some medicinal wine to remove the traces.
Feng Xichun sat back on Bei Tangjin's bed very elegantly and naturally, leaning on the pillow with red hibiscus branches on which Bei Tangjin usually lay.
He tilted his head and smelled the fragrance on the pillow, feeling sweet in his heart.
His expression happened to fall in the eyes of Bei Tangjin who had just turned around, but Feng Xichun's expression also changed very quickly, immediately turning the half-sweet face into a bitter look of aggrievedness.
Bei Tangjin frowned. This man's face changed too quickly. However, since he did not have much influence on him, he walked over slowly, put the bottle of medicinal wine on the small table beside him, and said: "
Apply this and it will be gone early tomorrow morning."
As she spoke, she ignored Feng Xiya and lay down on the beauty's couch, covered herself with a quilt, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
Feng Xichun thought she would apply medicine for her just now, but now seeing that she ignored him and went back to sleep, she felt even more aggrieved and said: "Yurong, my injury is on my neck, I can't see it!"
Beitang Jin said: "You can wipe it in the mirror."
Feng Xichun said aggrievedly: "The light is too dark, I can't see."
Bei Tangjin then opened her eyes and took a look. The light was indeed very dark, so she stood up again, pulled on her shoes, took the medicinal wine on the small table, and said: "It will hurt a little, please bear with it."
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Seeing that she finally came over and her tone became gentler, he felt sweet in his heart. He sat up and raised his snow-white neck, waiting for her to apply the medicinal wine.
Bei Tangjin sat on the edge of the bed, dipped some cotton cloth into it, and slowly wiped it along the red marks.
"Well--" Feng Qing raised his face, frowned, extremely wronged.
Bei Tangjin raised his eyebrows again and again, thinking: Does it hurt that much?
But she was thinking this in her mind and didn't ask, but her hands were lighter.
Feng Xiling raised her white chin and looked down, and she could see Bei Tangjin's thick eyelashes, blinking up and down, extremely lively and beautiful. He deliberately moved closer and saw her smooth eyes.
Her forehead is as delicate as mutton-fat white jade, and I really want to kiss her.
He was indeed getting closer and closer. Bei Tangjin saw him leaning forward and leaned back, saying, "You don't have to be so close, I can see him."
Feng Xiling's body stiffened, as if she was surprised that Bei Tangjin didn't notice the purpose of his movements, and also seemed to feel that it was a pity that she noticed that he was moving so quickly.
"Don't move." Bei Tangjin's eyes were very focused on his neck, her expression was extremely serious. She couldn't find anything from her angle.
However, after she said this, she found that the person in front of her was either moving to the left or to the right, causing her to miss the mark several times.
She couldn't help but frown and said: "If it hurts, just bear with it! You are swaying like this, and you won't be able to finish wiping it at dawn."
Feng Xichun smiled very proudly after hearing this. She just wanted her to rub him until dawn. He liked the feeling of being so close to her, as if a missing corner had suddenly been completed.
It's just that Feng Xichun was very sure of the degree. When Bei Tangjin was almost annoyed, he finally stopped moving. However, when he stopped moving, he still shouted in grievance, "It hurts, it hurts."
Bei Tangjin ignored him and moved her hands faster, wiping it all in an instant. She found another piece of gauze, pulled out a piece of gauze, and slowly wrapped it around Feng Xiling's neck.
One lap, two laps, three laps, Bei Tangjin's expression remained extremely serious. This was probably because of the habit she had developed in treating other people's injuries in the military.
Unfortunately, Feng Xichun was not a wounded member of her army. This man was extremely cunning, his dark eyes blinking up and down.
Just when she was wrapped around her for the fifth time, he suddenly grabbed her arm, leaned forward suddenly, and then with an extremely aggrieved "ouch", he pressed her down firmly on the bed.
Bei Tangjin was completely unprepared just now. This sudden change made her confused. His wailing made him reflect that he didn't use too much force on his hands just now. This person didn't need to react so violently, right?
But before she could figure it out, the scent of orchids hit her nostrils, followed by an enlarged handsome face. Bei Tangjin immediately realized that this person just did it on purpose!
She immediately reached out to push the god on her body, but the other person's movements were obviously much faster than hers, and her hand was already caught by him. Then, he saw the man smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth and tapped her acupuncture point,
She couldn't move for a moment!
She was very angry and said: "What are you going to do?"
He put his finger on her red lips and said, "Shh, keep your voice down."
Bei Tangjin's eyes moved, his expression was extremely ugly, but he lowered his voice and said: "Please unblock my acupuncture points immediately!"
But Feng Xichun smiled and said: "I finally attacked you with great difficulty, how can I untie it so easily? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." As he spoke, he blinked with a proud and gentle expression.
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Bei Tangjin stared at him with vigilance, thinking about this man's shameless behavior in the past, and then reflected on her relaxation of vigilance today. After a period of self-reflection, she lamented that the words of the ancients were very reasonable. It can be said: A country is easy to change, but a nature