Chapter 22 The rash has a rash, you can ask the master to pity him (22)
"Why are you laughing?" a man sitting on Xie Jie's left suddenly asked.
His tone was full of curiosity.
Xie Jie rarely pursed his lips and smiled, "Marriage is just a piece of paper. The paper is as thin as a cicada's wing. It will break when you poke it. How can we grow old together."
The marriages he had seen were all based on mutual use, and any marriage that was torn apart would be full of devastation and a stench.
When the man heard this, he couldn't help but frown, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"You are not loved by anyone!"
Xie Jie's face instantly darkened and he didn't speak, but just picked up the wine glass in his hand.
The man didn't seem to care about Xie Jie's attitude and continued to whisper, "This bride was originally my sweetheart. It's my fault that I couldn't give her a stable marriage and made her leave sadly. I'm so stupid. If I were braver..."
As he spoke, he shook his head, his eyes filled with deep regret.
"Now that she has found her husband, I can only wish her a happy life."
Xie Jie's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"Young Master, hurry up and get rid of all those pedantic thoughts in your mind. If you meet someone you like, you must not hesitate. Women need a sense of security!"
The man seemed to have drunk too much and didn't care at all about Xie Jie's cold face. He spoke a few bold words and staggered out of the house.
Xie Jie drank all the wine in the glass, put down the glass, and stared at the wine table in silence.
The place was still lively and everyone had smiles on their faces.
He pursed his thin lips tightly and tightened his grip on Zhu Yu's clothes.
"Brother Yan Qu, do you want to eat shortbread?"
Little Carrot suddenly jumped over and brought a plate of various shortbreads.
Although this big brother is very cold, if you want to get close to Sister Ayao, you have to adopt a roundabout strategy.
Xie Jie came back to his senses and took a fancy to the almond cake at a glance.
"You can't eat this!"
Zhu Yu watched the excitement for a while, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Xie Jie holding a piece of almond pastry and bringing it to his mouth.
After she explained to Xiaoluobo, she hurriedly sat down next to Xie Jie and snatched the almond cake over.
A look of disappointment flashed in Xie Jie's eyes.
"You're allergic to almonds, have you forgotten?"
Zhu Yu looked at the person in front of him with shock on his face. He had just had it done by her last time. The scar had healed and he had forgotten the pain?
Xie Jie didn't answer her directly. He froze on the spot for three seconds, then slowly raised his head and looked at her angrily.
Zhu Yu: “??”
There was a faint blush on his face, his eyes were loose and blurred, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at Zhu Yu with eyes full of doubts and confusion.
"I don't...remember." Xie Jie looked innocent.
He stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Yu's hand, squeezing it through her fingers almost unreasonably.
Fingers intertwined with hers.
Zhu Yu glanced at the empty wine bottle on the table and felt enlightened.
Will he turn into a cute cat when he gets drunk?
Zhu Yu looked at the expression on his face, with a smile in his eyes and his lips lightly parted: "You really look like a kitten now."
As he said that, he reached out and pinched his cheek.
"Meow~" Xie Jie let out a low cry and hugged her tightly.
"Does Master like cats?" Xie Jie rubbed his head on the side of her neck and said in a muffled voice.
After saying that, he immediately stood up and looked closely at Zhu Yu. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed desire.
Zhu Yu's heart palpitated for a while. He licked his lips and was about to say something. When he raised his eyes, he found that the surrounding eyes had gathered at him at some point.
She quickly stood up, her cheeks slightly hot, smiled faintly at everyone, pulled Xie Jie and walked out.
However, even with her eight-hundred-meter-thick aluminum alloy face, she could not perform in front of everyone - teasing a drunken beauty.
The night is getting darker and the stars are getting brighter.
There are many businesses in the town, and many customers come and go.
The streets were brightly lit, and some vendors selling snacks were shouting at the stalls on the street.
The two of them walked hand in hand on the street. Zhu Yu lowered his head and looked at the right hand he held, feeling soft in his heart.
"Why do you suddenly want to eat almonds?" Zhu Yu asked, looking ahead.
The night breeze was slightly cool, which made my heart pound.
"When I saw it, I wanted to eat it." Xie Jie said every word seriously.
When a rash breaks out, you can ask the Master to take pity on him.
Zhu Yu glanced at him doubtfully and decided to attribute this subconscious action to obsession.
It should be that he always wanted to eat it but was allergic to it and couldn't.
After trying to understand the truth, Zhu Yu sighed and reached out to touch the top of his head.
Xie Jie didn't know she would think this way.
He has no obsession with anything.
If you have it, or if you have it for a short time, you will eventually lose it.
He was born prematurely. In order to avoid the disaster, his mother had him thrown into the ashes of the fire house. He then stayed in the cold palace with the eunuch for three years, and was taken back to live as a poor prince for a few years.
The experience of being abandoned since childhood made him feel neither sad nor happy, like a walking zombie, and would not reveal his heart in front of others.
When the delicate and arrogant princes and princesses felt uncomfortable, they would cripple him or find ways to kill him.
Even his father could stab the dagger into his thin chest without blinking an eye.
No one would ever care about his life or death.
In his world, there is nothing but hatred.
Before meeting Zhu Yu, the world was uncertain and he wanted to find happiness.
Therefore, his heart has always been in a twisted state.
But from a casual glance when he was young, he didn't know when he became obsessed with it.
But every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he would be extremely lucky to have visited Danzhou.
On the fifteenth day of the month, the sun is at noon.
The gongs and drums are noisy, and the sacrificial ceremony is performed.
A carriage was driving slowly on the streets of the city, and a slender girl was sitting in the carriage.
This girl is wearing a robe outlined with moon-white gold silk. She has a fair face and long eyelashes drooping. She sits obediently like a lovely porcelain doll.
A closer look revealed that the girl had a slight smile on her lips and seemed very happy.
The various states offered sacrifices to King Gu, who was suffering from illness in Tiandu. However, since the sky was high and the emperor was far away, the states always went through the motions, and the most high-profile thing was to choose a maidservant with a low life.
The people watching on the roadside laughed and expressed their feelings that Zhu Jiaying has produced many good people and has a broad mind.
"It seems that it is not surprising to kill pigs during the day and marry at night!" Someone in the crowd sighed with emotion.
People in the private room of the restaurant in the distance saw it and started teasing him.
Some people even marveled at the beauty of this saint and did not even hold the cup steady.
Unexpectedly, the wine glass fell on the carpet without being broken, and Gululu rolled to the feet of the person at the table in the left corner.
The young master looked along the track.
The man was not very old, but he was inexplicably very impressive.
A few rays of the setting sun spilled in from the window and spread on the young man's messy dark red water-patterned robe. His side face was charming, and under the golden light, it looked even colder and whiter.
I saw one of his hands hanging down lazily, and the other hand resting on the table to support his forehead, with a long sword beside him.
Xu was just drunk, his eyes were extremely red, and his whole body was full of anger.
The young man was disturbed. He raised his eyes and looked over sadly, his brows furrowed and his face full of impatience.
Although those noble gentlemen are usually very impressive, at this moment they are like eggplants beaten by frost, apologizing again and again.
Fortunately, the next second, the young man turned his head away with a look of sadness and glanced at the green shadow.
"Sacrifice for me?"
The young man squinted his eyes slightly and murmured, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.