But Jiang Li didn't move, but he suddenly said-

"What the hell do you think of me?"

These words came suddenly, like a faint flute suddenly sounding in Chang'an City, shattering the peace of the long night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The most terrifying thing about info is that this is so straightforward, so straightforward that Xin Yi didn't have time to flatten the accelerated heartbeat.

"What is Childe talking about?" Xin Yi didn't dare to look at Jiang Li, so he could only look at the hibiscus outside the window.

"What the hell do you think of me?" Jiang Li's voice was a little hoarse, and after a pause, he naturally spit out two words, "Ziqing." ”

Great Wei customs: people have names and words. The name can be called by everyone, but the word can only be called by those close to it. Now the only people who can call Xinyi's small characters are the people of Xinfu.

Jiang Li called Xin Yi "Ziqing" for the first time, calling her this little character with intimacy and delicateness: purple chalk with sharp flames, red rouge dyed with little lotus.

Xin Yi's hand trembled, and the wolf on his fingertips suddenly fell, dyeing an ink flower on the scroll.

"The slave family and the son have a general friendship, and the slave has also promised to marry. Childe still don't call me small characters, so as not to misunderstand. Xin Yi struggled to maintain the calm of her tone, only her fingertips clutching the corners of her skirt, betraying her inner instability.

"Acquaintance?" Jiang Li laughed suddenly, unable to tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery, "If you answer my question, I won't call you that again." If you don't answer, then in front of people and in front of the eldest grandson Yulong, I dare to call you like that. ”

After that, Jiang Li leaned towards Xinyi again. It seems that he is afraid that he will miss every reply from her. The two were no more than half an arm's length apart, and Xin Yi could feel their clothes overlapping and intertwining, the man's long breath stirring the ends of her hair, and the warm agarwood coming from between his clothes.

Xin Yi fidgeted a little.

"What the hell does Childe want to hear!" Xin Yi accentuated his tone with anger. She just wanted Jiang Li to leave quickly and leave her sight now.

"Your true words. Jiang Li's tone was deep, like the night flowing, "I know that you alienate me, suspect me, guard against me, or hate me." Anyway, I just want to hear from you. ”

Xin Yi opened his lips, but couldn't utter a word. She has never been like this, she has to think about it thousands of times before she speaks, and she is afraid that she can't tell her heart in every word.

"I ......," Xin Yi spat out a word and froze. She lowered her head, feeling so aggrieved for some reason.

Suddenly, Jiang Li stretched out his hand, pressed the woman's shoulder, and directly pulled her over to face him. He has a good grasp of his strength, and he doesn't feel pain, but he can't escape it.

So after Xin Yihua tried to break free with a disgraced face, she finally gave up, and could only blush-face and glare.

The eyes are facing each other, but not too far apart. Xin Yi had never been so close to Jiang Li, and he had looked at his face so closely. It is a kind of beauty that is almost ethereal, with the pride of not touching the fireworks of the world, turning the moonlight into skin, picking plum branches into bones, chopping green bamboo as gods, and making snow streams as souls.

Let Xin Yi only sigh secretly, what kind of creation and transformation does the Nine Heavens God have to make such a skin out of the mud that all living beings have.

Jiang Li didn't speak for a while, but also looked at Xin Yi carefully. He had never been so upright, his expression was solemn and majestic, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were like stars on the top of a mountain surging in the night.

"Look at me. Answer me. ”

Jiang Li said a few words in a deep voice, and his slightly hoarse tone made people's hearts tremble.

Xin Yi only felt that the hot waves in his heart were surging. She pursed her lips, wanting to say hate, want to say war, or be a stranger, but all rolled to her lips, and finally turned into three words-

"I blame you. ”

A word of resentment is not as deep as hatred and obsession, let alone joy. But there seems to be a slight regret that the willow can't keep the spring breeze, and there is also the resentment of the frost chrysanthemum towards the Qingdi, and there is also the curtain that rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

I don't want to complain, Zining doesn't make a sound, and I don't understand my daughter's heart. I don't know where the grievances arise, but the feelings are deep and shallow. He was looking for a feudal marquis in the Yan Pavilion, but he forgot that the soup was cooked for a while, and he didn't know who Yi'a was.

Xin Yi couldn't say anything else. She swallowed the sourness in her throat desperately, and her eyes turned a little red when she stared at Jiang Li.

"I see. ”

Jiang Li nodded slightly, his voice was already hoarse, not at all as noble and cold as usual, but it seemed to be the most symptomatic medicine, and Xin Yi's eyes were misty when he heard it.

Neither of them spoke again, nor did they need to say any more. They are not more than a foot apart, and each other's pupils reflect each other's faces, sparkling and rippling in autumn water.

An inexplicable atmosphere was rising, dyeing the misty emotion at the bottom of Jiang Li's eyes, and also dyeing Xin Yi's slightly enlightened red lips. The candlelight reflected the green screen, and the two figures gradually approached, and there was a room full of hibiscus, and the wind and moon were secretly attacking.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing sound outside the Yutang Pavilion, as if a cat was naughty and overturned the clay pot under the eaves to catch the rain.

Xin Yi's eyes were clear, as if he had woken up from a dream, and he pushed Jiang Li away. The latter almost stumbled, and had to hold on to the edge of the case to stabilize.

Xin Yi pressed her chest, staring at Jiang Li with a somewhat complicated look, and she inhaled the cool air in a big gulp, as if she wanted to cool her red face.

Jiang Li held on to the edge of the desk, lowered his head, his black hair hung down, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. It's just that his fingertips resting on the edge of the desk are a little unstable.

"It's getting late, and Ziqing is going to rest. It is not polite for the son to stay in the women's boudoir again. I do not send it. Xin Yi tried to keep his tone the same, but it was too difficult.

She thought she must have been crazy just now.

She tried her best to escape this game of chess, but now she wants to take the initiative to step into another game.

The name of this bureau. There are three poisons of greed, hatred, and ignorance, and there are thousands of tastes and sorrows. If it is really calculated, this game is several times more dangerous and difficult to deal with than the chess game in the world.

She must be crazy.

Before Xin Yi could calm down, the spiritual platform roared. Jiang Li stood up suddenly, turned around, got off, and walked away, without looking at Xin Yi.

When he arrived at the door, he suddenly paused again, hesitated for a long time, and his deep voice seemed to be broken inside: "I will give you the answer." ”

With that, the man hurried away, and never looked back, but his steps were a little unsteady, as if fleeing.

It was only after leaving Xinfu from Houhuayuan and coming to the barren bamboo forest that Jiang Li stopped.

He was a little physically exhausted at the moment, holding a bamboo pole with one hand, his head was a little depressed, and he was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound, the sound of a man's shoes stepping on the fallen leaves, and a man in his early fifties walked with his hands in his hands.

Jiang Li didn't raise his head, and seemed to know the man's identity very well: "Mr. Fulong, the sound just now was deliberately made by you." ”

Liu Zhen nodded, but his face was a little displeased: "I will visit Xin Mansion with my son." Childe said that he would leave after giving the wound medicine, but he didn't expect to be delayed for so long. Worried about the safety of his son, he took a look and saw a scene reflected in the green screen window. ”

Jiang Li chuckled and said coolly: "Can't this son play with a woman?"

Liu Zhen shook his head and nodded again: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land; If Childe wants to play with women, even if it is a concubine in the harem, it doesn't matter. ”

After a pause, Liu Zhen's face became more and more serious: "But Xin Yi can't." Zhen begged Gongzi to ask himself, treat Xin Yi, are you really just 'playing with women'? If so, Zhen will never dare to ask, if not, Zhen will stop Gongzi even if he is punished. ”