The man's gaze crossed with her for only a moment, and then quickly swept away, as if he didn't see her.

Yuan Jiusi looked at him eagerly, and when he saw him hurriedly moving his gaze, his heart suddenly didn't feel good. As soon as she thought about it, and then thought about the reason why he was here, the corners of her lips, which were originally slightly raised, couldn't help but gradually flatten, and her face was a little unsightly.

Reaching out and touching the light veil covering her face, she felt melancholy in her heart. I wanted him to recognize myself for a while, but I was afraid that he would recognize him.

Turning her eyes away, Yuan Jiusi suddenly saw the flower note that also poked her head out and looked out like herself, she hesitated, and she didn't even have the last excuse she could make for herself.

The flower note is his personal maidservant, and he should recognize it when he sees it every day in Guoyong Prison.

If you know, why do you pretend not to know?

Restrained his expression, Yuan Jiusi slowly stepped down from the palace boat with the support of the flower note.

She looked straight ahead with her eyes as she passed, never looking at him again. It's not that she doesn't hope that he can call her and recognize her, even if it is still the same as in Guoyong's prison, politely greeting her, it is ten thousand times better than such a stranger.

The flower note was in her eyes, and her heart was too restful, so she helped her go upstairs to rest for a while.

The round moon hung brightly in the sky, and the night grew thicker and thicker.

The unitary hour is almost over, and the time to return to the palace is also approaching.

The tables and chairs in the wing room are made of bamboo strips, which not only looks elegant, but also carries a long-lasting fragrance. It's just that Yuan Jiusi felt that the taste was mixed with bitterness.

Because of the silence, even sitting upstairs can clearly hear the faint laughter below.

Yuan Xihe was busy, but he didn't have time to take care of her. Yuan Jiusi lay on the table in disappointment, looking at the river winding outside and not knowing where it flowed.

No one came, and she was already a little sad and didn't want to pay attention to people. Especially after she thought about it randomly, she didn't know how to face Yuan Xihe.

Sister Huang knew her thoughts about Lang Yuege, and Yuan Jiusi also believed in her.

It's just that she didn't expect that the person she looked at didn't look down on her after she was busy in the end, and the more Yuan Jiusi thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her eyes were slightly wet.

Although she has not fallen out of love, she feels the throbbing pain in her heart very truly.

Looking at the cold and deserted Yuehua, Yuan Jiusi probably knew why those people in ancient times always loved to be sad for the moon. People are particularly fragile and sensitive in this kind of dead of night, but it looks so cold and gloomy, it is illogical not to be sad.

Yuan Jiusi wasn't angry, she just felt a pity.

Because she hasn't had time to really fall in love with him, even Lang Yuege doesn't know that she likes him. She suddenly lost her chance, and the cannon fodder was so bad that she couldn't even rank her in the bloody bitter words.

If she had known, she would have taken a few palace maids and little eunuchs to block him at the door of Guoyong Prison after class, pressed against the wall and confessed in a few words, in short, he would not be as lost as he is now.

Lying sullenly on the table facing the window, Yuan Jiusi asked the person behind him sullenly: "Flower note, do you say that Lang Yuege really likes the imperial sister?"

She paused for a moment, but the note didn't answer her.

Originally, he didn't expect her to say anything, but Yuan Jiusi didn't wait for anyone to speak, and simply continued to talk on his own. As if he wanted to vent all the qiē: "But why is that person the imperial sister? If he likes other women, hehe! While making up for herself, she let out two simple but calm hums.

It's just that after laughing, his voice dropped by two tones, and Yuan Jiusi's expression was gloomy, "But it's different if that person is the imperial sister." ”

"If that person is the imperial sister, what is Princess Shuyi going to do?" The person behind her seemed to smile, and his voice was as clear as the trickle of water in a mountain stream, faintly brushing over her heart.

"I won't rob it!"

Yuan Jiusi subconsciously answered, and after answering, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and revisited what she had just said.

Yuan Jiusi's goosebumps fell to the ground, and his face changed color with fright. Even his heart was beating in a panic, and his speech was no longer clear.

Could it be that she was so grief-stricken that she couldn't even understand her mind?

The voice sounded familiar.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look back to see who it was, and trembling and calling her carefully: "Is that you?"

"The slave is here. Hua Jian hurriedly answered her this time, thinking about how she would explain it later when she turned around.

Yuan Jiusi finally relieved her heart when she heard her reply, and breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she was indeed overly grieved.

The mother concubine said that you must not be sad and angry at will, these bad thoughts will hurt the body and urge people to grow old. When I was still young, I had auditory hallucinations.

As soon as she came back to her senses, she began to think that when she returned in the evening, she would ask the small kitchen to send a large tonic soup to replenish the tonic soup, and she was sad today.

Yuan Jiusi turned around and looked behind him while pondering: "Flower note, I can hear your voice turn into a man-"

Roughly looking at the person, her jaw was about to fall to the ground.

It's really a man, she didn't hear it wrong, but I don't know if I read it wrong

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Lang Yuege stood quietly at the door, only a sparse bead curtain blocked him.

Seeing that she finally turned around, he reached out and lifted the curtain. In an instant, the moonlight shone on him through the window lattice.

If the brilliance just now was bleak and miserable, now it is so sacred and beautiful.

Willow dyes clothes, clear turbulence and cultivates bamboo.

It's the person she thinks about day and night.

Yuan Jiusi saw that it was him, and subconsciously pinched himself, not only hallucinating, but now even his eyes were spent.

This is a disease, it must be cured! was pinched by herself, and her originally melancholy eyes were even more tearful.

The reaction is all true. Yuan Jiusi's legs were weak, his heartbeat was getting faster and more frightening, and he sat stiffly in place unable to move, unable to speak.

Maybe the knot tied on her head after wearing the veil for a long time will loosen, or she accidentally touches her ear when she turns around, or the breeze outside the window.

When the time is impartial, the thin snow-rolling light veil on her face can be blown away by the wind.

A few beautiful spins were made in the air with the wind, and they landed gracefully in front of him.

The pink plum blossoms on the spun yarn are delicate, exactly nine.

He bent down to pick it up.

After Yuan Jiusi came back to his senses, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover his face. She took her hand down in a panic and covered her heart that was about to pop up, for fear of losing her manners.

After all, she usually serves so well.

Holding on to the arm of the chair with one hand, she trembled for a while before she said, "Why are you here?"

Seeing that it was him, her original anger suddenly dissipated, and with the gust of wind, her heart had drifted to him for him to pick up.

Therefore, after the first accent, Yuan Jiusi's words unconsciously put it lightly and softly.

Remembering that he kept saying that he liked him at first, Yuan Jiusi was ashamed and angry.

But what if you are annoyed and annoyed, she is finally a delicate daughter's family posture, and there is love between her eyebrows and eyes.

Hua Jian watched this spectacle with wide eyes on the side, shouting strange and magical, this is the legendary mysterious power of love.

Sensing the obscene eyes of the flower note, a few back and forth, Yuan Jiusi glared at the flower note by the way, but it was soft and had no deterrent effect, and it was more like coquettishness. The hairs of the flower note immediately stood up, and suddenly felt that the spring cold was coming.

But she knew that she was in the wrong, so she pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed dryly twice, and honestly lowered her eyes to avoid it, pretending that she didn't know anything.

In fact, Hua Jian also wondered, didn't Lang Yuege pick up Yuan Xihe at the bottom? He pretended not to know them long before the half-pillar incense.

But soon after they came up, he followed.

At that time, the flower note wanted to remind Yuan Jiusi, who was muttering to himself.

But before she could speak, he had already listened to the most important words. Thinking about calling again is useless, and Yuan Jiusi is always a dead duck on weekdays, and he has a hard crush on weekdays.

After thinking about it, she pretended to be deaf and dumb and didn't see it, so she just did a favor and gave the two of them a chance.

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Lang Yuege was still standing far away from her.

In fact, he was also surprised, earlier in Guoyong Prison Yuan Xihe privately sent someone to tell him that he had something important, and he must come today.

This Linxian Pavilion was originally an property in his mother's name, and he would come to inspect it twice a month, and remembering Yuan Xihe's words, he stopped by and waited for a while.

It's just that the person looking for him is not Joude, but the masked woman just now.

When he heard that it was her, he couldn't help but be happy.

He recognized her as soon as the ship landed, and although he couldn't see the whole picture, he recognized the eyes.

I wanted to signal to her, but Lang Yuege thought that she didn't want to be recognized because she was covered with a veil, so she hesitated. Sure enough, she looked at him with a faint look, and even walked past him indifferently, making his joy fleeting.

It wasn't until I went upstairs that I overheard her whispering and complaining.

It turned out that she misunderstood him like this, and Lang Yuege couldn't cry or laugh. It's just that he prefers her affection for himself.