And this scene was all witnessed by Xin Yi secretly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Jiang Li didn't notice it, so she peeked at it for a long time, until Jiang Li didn't raise her head and said a joke: "Is it good-looking?"

Xin Yi's ears burned badly. She lowered her face and said, "I'm just curious about what kind of medicine Gongzi used for slaves, is it poison or antidote?"

"Nonsense. Jiang Li hooked his lips suddenly, his low tone exuded a stunning charm, Xin Yi couldn't stop his heartbeat, it turned out that there was still a kind of person in the world who could combine evil qi and nobility so perfectly.

"It's frankincense, notoginseng, blood exhaustion and purple ginseng, crushed and ground wound medicine. It is best to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and use it for bruises. This is a recipe that cannot be bought in pharmacies outside. Ben Gongzi began to personally select the medicine the night before, and it took nearly two days to grind it so finely, the effect was fast, and the injury was healed quickly. ”

Jiang Li's clear sound is like a gurgling spring, but it has set off a monstrous wave in Xin Yi's heart.

With a crisp bang, Xin Yi slammed Jiang Li's hand open, and the force was so great that the back of the man's hand instantly made a red mark.

"I personally selected the medicine the night before, and after grinding for nearly two days, the medicine was completed tonight...... Childe counted Xin Ling's night visit, and also calculated that Ziqing would be injured, what else did Childe count? Don't tell Ziqing, Childe is a person who grinds medicine with him when he is free. ”

Xin Yi's eyes cooled inch by inch. But her face was a little pale, and her autumn eyes were fixed on every trace of Jiang Li's expression.

Jiang Li did not show the mountains or water, his face was still calm, his breath was long, and he said lightly: "Don't move." The medicine is all spilled. ”

The man looked the same as before, as if the woman was just a play on the stage, crying, laughing and laughing was just a play of affection, and he watched coldly, being the audience under the stage.

The tip of the nose is irrepressibly sour.

Jiang Li prepared the wound medicine in advance, and it was counted before and after. Including the scandal of Xin Ling and the monk, including the crisis of playing the wrong chess himself.

"Childe deserves to be a chess child. It's a staple and seamless. Brilliant. "If the words of Xinyi pop out from between the teeth, there is a sad chill.

In the chess game, it has nothing to do with Fengyue. It is a friend with the same interests, and an enemy with contrary interests. Other than that, there is no third possibility.

Everything is a lie, everything is a calculation. Some people don't get a leaf on their bodies, but they are too easy to fall into it.

It's like a dream of Huangliang for 20 years, and in reality, I have entered the soil steamed buns, and I am happy that I have just become a colt in my dream.

All the complicated emotions came up, only to turn into Xin Yi's increasingly cold face. There is no joy, no sorrow, and no anger.

Xin Yi took out the Jinpa, meticulously, silently and calmly, and brushed off the medicinal powder sprinkled by Jiang Li on the wound.

The powder of the medicine was spread one after another, and a layer was spread on the teak floor, like the snow that had buried everything in early winter.

After brushing off the medicinal powder, Xin Yi got up, walked to the bookcase and sat down, and continued to read "Yuanhe County Atlas", as if she was the only one in the room.

Jiang Li's eyes deepened, and there was still no trace of waves on his face. He had no intention of leaving, so he paced over and sat down on the couch.

Although the crescent stool circle chair embroidery pier was prevalent in the Great Wei Dynasty, there was still a custom of "kneeling and sitting" (Note 1). This is the case in Xinyi's study. The teak wood floor is half a foot high, and there are a few pineapple wood carved flower cases, four treasures of the study, and a foot-high scroll, just like the residence of the master of the private school.

Jiang Li sat next to Xin Yi, his right knee bent, his left foot half-bent, and his right arm stretched out on his knee, looking as if he was at home.

Tonight he wore a blue ramie shirt, the green shirt was upright, his face was beautiful, and the breeze floated the green shirt ripples, like the blue mist in the lotus pond, moistening in the moonlight.

Xin Yi didn't even turn her head, she just looked at the scroll in her hand intently, and from time to time she raised the pen to annotate.

The room was quiet. I can hear the evening breeze blowing the hibiscus under the window, and the hibiscus petals slip into the house with the wind, falling on the smooth wooden floor, falling on the candle-lit case, and falling between the lines of Xin Yi's pen.

A room is falling, and the dark fragrance is floating. The hibiscus flowers see the waning moon in the west, and the red candles are under the light flowers in the evening.

Suddenly, Xin Yi felt that something was pulling the corners of her skirt, she looked down and exclaimed, "Chess boy, what are you doing?"

It turned out that there was a hibiscus floating on Xin Yi's open skirt, Jiang Li leaned down slightly, pressed the corner of the skirt with one hand, and held the wolf hair with the other, outlining the hibiscus on the woman's skirt.

The ink is rippling, and a lifelike hibiscus jumps on the skirt, lined with the white shark silk on the back, which is exquisitely beautiful.

"It fell into Britain and the United States, and then withered in an instant. If you don't borrow external forces to leave traces, won't you live up to the Qingdi?"

Jiang Li described it seriously and didn't raise his head. The black hair hung down, brushing his jade-carved face, hooking a few strands of hibiscus soul.

Xin Yi frowned, and said coldly: "Childe can just draw on paper, why do you want to dirty my skirt?"

"Doesn't the girl hear it: there is a lesbian car, Yan is like Shunhua. There are female peers, Yan Ru Shunying. Hibiscus flowers and beauties are just a match. Otherwise, it is a painting on paper, and it is also the essence of not being obtained. ”

Jiang Li's tone was light, but he said solemnly. It is like a white-clothed boy who sings poems and paints on the side of the Qujiang Pond, and he is like a young man watching flowers and admiring the moon on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Where is there still a little bit of the scheming, cold-faced and mysterious shadow of the chess boy.

Xin Yi shook her head, she was confused.

Jiang Li was a big living person in front of her, but it made her feel unreal. is like the king of the clouds who went down to earth, teasing the world and stepping on the crane. No fireworks, no trace.

"Why are you shaking your head? Jiang Li glanced at Xin Yi's movements, and raised his eyes with some dissatisfaction.

"It's hard to paint flowers. Xin Yi raised his eyebrows, "It's a waste of money." ”

Jiang Li hooked the corner of his lips: "It's just a common saying." Look at Ben Gongzi's drawing. ”

Jiang Li leaned over to hold the pen with great interest, and when he called Xin Yi for a while, the latter burst out laughing.

It turned out that there were four words directly inscribed next to the hibiscus: This flower is very fragrant.

Xin Yi smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes waved, even if he covered his lips with a brocade hand, he couldn't hide the broken rice teeth: "Childe also said that others, you are vulgar and unbearable! Even if you describe a few butterflies next to the flowers, it is better than this vernacular!"

"Why do you draw butterflies?"

"The fragrance of flowers attracts butterflies. Then the butterfly arrives, and it must be the fragrance of flowers. ”

Jiang Li's eyes deepened suddenly, he straightened up, and looked at Xin Yi carefully: "Why isn't it the butterfly that attracts the fragrance of flowers?"

"What kind of fallacy is this? Xin Yi noticed the man's slightly solemn eyes, and his smile gradually subsided.

"People in the world attract bees and butterflies, but they don't know how good a gentleman is. The one who hooked people's souls didn't know it, but they blamed others for provoking her. ”

Xin Yi's heart pounded.

However, in her mind, she instantly crossed the bagpipes of the long night, the lotus lantern floating in the river pool, and the sachet embroidered into the bones of Xinyi flowers, she pressed her heart inch by inch, and finally there was no trace of waves.

"I have always known that Childe can say foul words that make people panic. Xin Yi said lightly, "I didn't know that Gongzi could say such exquisite and playful words." ”

Xin Yi's tone was the same as her little face, calm to the point of almost indifference, and the candle flame reflected in her eyes without a trace of shaking.

Jiang Li's eyes darkened. He didn't answer, just looked at Xin Yi so carefully, carefully and silently, the two were very close, Xin Yi could even see herself reflected in her eyes, which made her frown.

"It's late at night, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate for my son to stay in his daughter's boudoir any longer. I do not send it. Xin Yi turned his gaze back to the scroll and gave the order to evict the guest.

exegesis

1. Kneeling: Kneeling is also "sitting", which can be said to be the most traditional and formal sitting posture of the Han people until the Tang Dynasty, and some began to sit on stools because of the prevalence of Hu Feng in the Tang Dynasty. But at that time, it was the Hu style that prevailed, not the Hu people, just as everyone likes this style of clothes or that style of suit now. It was fashionable to sit on a stool in those days, but on formal occasions it was never a stool, but always kneeling. The data show that the interior of the Tang Dynasty was still dominated by seats, and people's mainstream sitting posture was still sitting on the ground. Chairs were available in the Tang Dynasty, but they were not popular, and the "unification" was truly completed in the Song and Yuan dynasties, that is, the basic people "sat with their feet down". Summary: The Tang Dynasty was a transitional period from kneeling to sitting with feet down. In detail, it is the middle and late Tang Dynasty, and sitting with your feet down was popular. (Source: Various blog pages.) There are pros who have found scientific papers, welcome to add)