I hooked my bare hands and hurriedly pulled the black brocade belt around his waist, "Brother, now both of us are captured, I don't know...well, I don't know if anyone will come to rescue me. Instead of being afraid, just wait.
It would be worse to let that hypocritical bitch of the Wen family and that thief Xue Xu torture her to death..."
The faster I moved, I glanced at the incense couch with a charming look, "Why not imitate the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and be husband and wife for a day first..."
The red clouds floated and floated up to his cheeks and the base of his ears, "Rong'er, I...I..."
What else are you talking about?
Without any explanation, I pulled down his neck and kissed his thin lips.
The moonlight is hazy like water, and the red luan incense tent is billowing. Alas, on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, it's time to indulge in lovesickness!
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The index finger slowly rubbed along the dark edge of the scar on his chest, and the small lake in his heart had already pickled a pool of pickled cucumbers. "Brother, I just scratched you, and the back of your hand was swollen like this... back then..."
Does it hurt a lot?”
His eyes flashed slightly, and a low whisper sounded in his ears: "It was just an accident ten years ago, Rong'er doesn't have to..."
"Senior brother," I pouted and said aggrievedly, "Rong'er is so pitiful...you...you must...want to imitate Xue Xu..."
He was startled and hugged me quickly, "Rong'er?"
"Rong'er... Every time Rong'er sees these scars on your body, he wants to kill the person who bullied you with a thousand knives, but every time I ask, you always give him a thumbs-up." I turned my beautiful eyes, watery.
Huacai, "Rong'er has to hold this sullen mood in his heart. It accumulates more and more, and it accumulates more and more. As time goes by, he can't let go of his heart. Naturally, he is depressed in his heart, becomes melancholy and becomes ill, and his beauty dies young... Go to the Palace of Hell early...
Go and report... Senior brother will be like Xue Xu, with ten wives and eight concubines, surrounded by beauties..."
His sweaty forehead touched mine, "Rong'er, I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I just don't know how to say it..."
"Senior brother," I put my slender fingers against his thin lips and stared into his deep eyes, "we are so close, what else can't you say?"
He sighed softly, and his eyes, as deep and bottomless as a dark pool, gradually started to ripple.
I stood up with my clothes on and poured him a cup of tea. His handsome cheeks were hidden behind the faint tea mist, hazy and distant.
For a long time, his gentle voice passed through time, penetrated the night, and slowly floated: "That year, when I was five years old, Xue Xu's father, the traitor Xue Changjian, rebelled..."
I was startled: "It's him..."
A smile appeared on his lips, like the first light from the east, thin and pale, "At that time, the eldest brother had become the master's disciple and had not been in the palace for a long time. The second brother...the second brother died young. I am the palace
The only prince deserves all kinds of love...
"That year, spring came late and the peach blossoms had not bloomed for a long time. I lost my temper and had to see the peach blossoms, which made the whole palace restless. The emperor's uncle... no, the traitor Xue Changjian, he said... he said Chizhou
The floor was warm and the peach blossoms were in full bloom, so I begged the imperial grandmother to accompany him to the Chizhou Palace as a guest..."
With a sudden shake of his hand, Xue Changjian rebelled, and Senior Brother Xiaobai must be the first to bear the brunt...
He suddenly smiled, his thin lips were red and enchanting: "The peach blossoms that day were as red as...blood. Uncle Emperor looked at me, his eyes were red, as if he was crazy, a horse whip with thorns..."