How could a young man with a strong temperament be able to bear such words? His eyes suddenly changed.
Yan Shiyue pulled her into the study. Huo Qijing took a look and said with a faint smile, "Yes, the same table."
Yan Shiyue pulled him to look at the pillar next to him: "Ajing, when I went to the border town, there was a camphor tree with several lines drawn on it. It is said that your height was recorded. Then after I arrived in Chang'an City, I
Just... look, I was so short when I first came here!"
She looked back at him, a little surprised: "It turns out that I have grown so much!"
She stood with her back to the pillar: "Ah Jing, Ah Jing, hurry up and draw a line for me!"
Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright. Huo Qijing kept looking at her, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curved and he jumped forward. Before she could recover, she felt something soft hit her lips.
She was caught off guard and let out a cry of pain.
He was looking down at his prey from a very close distance. The airy little lady was actually so small and soft in the palm of his hand that she could be dismantled into her belly immediately with just a pinch.
His big hand slid lingeringly on her waist, then he turned his head and pressed his lips up again.
Hot on lips.
She raised her little face and closed her eyes slightly, feeling as if he had suddenly transformed from an elegant gentleman into a ferocious beast, savage and crazy.
A thought passed through her mind: This terrible kissing skill...
This thought only came up halfway, and then it drifted away, and she didn't know where it fell. She was confused, confused, confused, and confused. She didn't know where she was...
After a long, long time, she slowly opened her eyes.
He looked down at her, his eyes full of clear desire. The ends of his eyes were red, but they did not look soft at all, but more aggressive. The little lady who was forced to a dead end by the long knife had agitation in her eyes.
She burst into tears: "Ah, Ah Jing, you..."
This little soft voice...
Huo Qijing took a long breath.
His fingers viciously tapped her forehead twice.
He hit the back of her head against the pillar, then he turned around and left.
Yan Shiyue wandered around outside for a long time before he came out of the hot spring. Normally, with his clothes so wet, she could have flirted with him for half an hour... But now, she only dared to give in.
She smiled silly at him: "Ah Jing."
God knows, with his appearance, he has nothing to do with "Keke". Now she is the one who is delicious! I don't know when the biological chain has changed! If the family will no longer have a family, the country will no longer have a country!
She made a hundred comments in her heart, and then cautiously followed him in circles. He advanced and she retreated, and he advanced again and she retreated again.
Finally, Huo Qijing smiled and opened his hands to her: "Come here obediently."
She really couldn't bear this look, this look, this smile, really.
Why is it that when someone is away, nothing seems to happen to her, and she doesn't eat half a bowl of rice out of missing her, but when he comes back, her world seems to be filled to the brim?
She obediently walked to the door and put her hand in his.
Huo Qijing held it and asked her, "Do you want to go back and draw the line?"
"Humph!" Her Royal Highness the Princess said with a fierce look, "It's okay to row, but you must stay three feet away from me!"
He smiled, pulled her in, pushed her against the pillar, then pulled out a short knife from his waist and made a slash on it.
Yan Shiyue took a look and was really pleasantly surprised: "It's half a foot taller! I also drew it in Fuyuan. I'll take a look when I get back."
She pushed him against the pillar and said, "I'll mark one for you too."
Huo Qijing stood up with a smile, Yan Shiyue raised her feet, threw herself into his arms, pressed his head hard, and made a very strict line.
As soon as he finished the stroke, Huo Qijing hugged her, and easily grabbed the knife in her hand with his other hand, put it into the sheath on his waist, and then lowered his head...
Lu Ji, a young girl from the Wei Wang family, has green temples and red lips with peach and plum blossoms.
In the end, the two of them did not return to Fuyuan.
After being chewed like this, you have no face to see anyone, okay?
Yan Shiyue covered her face with a whole handkerchief and looked at the embroidery on the tent ceiling with despair.
Her mood, how should I put it, was as if she had run secretly for 4,900 meters, jumping all over the place, thinking that she was an invincible veteran, but in the end, someone overtook her in the last 100 meters, and then she was far ahead.
leading...
Is there any super sadness and indignation!
Just when this group of young people ran out to have fun, Meng Min took Yan Ronghua to the Guanyin Temple in the east of the city.
This Guanyin Temple was very popular with incense. Meng Min religiously put on the incense and added money for sesame oil. When he came out, he met Yin, the crown prince of Wuchenghou.
Mrs. Wu Chenghou believed in Guanyin and would come here to have a three-day fast every year before Guanyin's birthday. Many people in Chang'an knew about this.
Now that we have met, we naturally want to chat for a few words. Mrs. Yin also went to attend Yan Shiyue and Hairpin Banquet. She smiled and said some words of respect, and saw Yan Ronghua standing shyly and timidly at the back...
Mrs. Yin was really familiar with this look, and Meng Min couldn't help but give her some face, so she praised her: "Your third wife is really a good-looking woman."
"The Crown Princess is so complimentary," Meng Min said with a smile, "This child is just well-behaved. Our Fuyan family is impatient of such things, and usually, this child is the only one who keeps me company."
She seemed to smile unintentionally and said: "You came to worship the Bodhisattva, why didn't you ask the children to accompany you?"
Ms. Yin smiled and said: "Our eldest husband is about to be married. He is so busy every day, how can he have time to accompany me?"
"Oh?" Meng Min said with a smile: "I have never heard of your elder man's happy event. I wonder if he has made a reservation for that young lady?"
Ms. Yin smiled and said, "We haven't changed the Gengtie yet. If we have to change someone else, I won't talk about you. I know you are a considerate person..." She smiled and leaned closer, "Sanniang of the Kong family."
The legitimate daughter of the Hou family is a good match and a good match.
Meng Min smiled and said congratulations, and the two chatted for a while before breaking up.
They are all married women of aristocratic families, and everyone knows this trick. Meng Min got on the carriage and then said to Yan Ronghua: "Do you understand?"
Yan Ronghua lowered his head and wrung his hands: "I understand."
Meng Min patted her shoulder and said softly: "Although the Wuchenghou Mansion has a high family, it may not be a good thing. As the master and mother in the future, I will have to bear too many things. It is better to find a family lower than ours."
Second, pick a husband with a good temperament..."
Yan Ronghua nodded repeatedly and leaned gently into her arms: "Second Auntie, I know you love me, I understand it."
Meng Min patted her: "That's good."
She had given birth to three brats back then, and she had always wanted to have a daughter, but she never got one. When she saw Yan Ronghua giving birth, she felt very strange and painful. In addition, she felt guilty about Yan Chenghan, and she had always taken care of her third wife.
There are plus.
This morning Yan Ronghua came over to say hello. When she asked about her marriage, Yan Ronghua secretly revealed her admiration for Wuchenghou Shisun.
Although she is both a grandson of the royal family, she is the daughter of a widowed father after all. Most families are taboo about this. The Wuchenghou Mansion, which has been passed down for generations only, is even more taboo.
Moreover, Meng Min had always believed that "marrying a girl from a high family and marrying a wife from a low family" was the way to live. However, seeing her crying silently and feeling very pitiful, Meng Min still took her on this trip.
After running away and asking questions, she should be relieved.
Meng Min couldn't help patting her shoulder with pity, but she didn't see Yan Ronghua lying in her arms, her eyes were extremely calm, and there was no trace of tears. (To be continued)