"Childe. Xin Yi looked at Jiang Li's head, and the man's words did not stop, her heart was hot, and tears rolled down in a flash.

"Cry for what. Jiang Li straightened up, looked at Xinyi pear blossoms with rain, his eyes sank, and suddenly he lowered his head and leaned over.

One by one, the kisses were soft, and the kisses were a little teardrop.

The man's hot and soft lips touched his cheeks, and the manly breath like the sea of Hanhai, carrying the elegant agarwood, surrounded by Xinyi's impermeable wind, this gentle cage, I can't escape, and I don't want to escape.

The teardrops were kissed away one by one, and the air temperature also rose inch by inch, and the breath of Jiang Li, who was close at hand, brushed Xin Yi's little face, a little messy, a little hot.

"My stupid Qingqing. Jiang Li groaned from his throat, his voice was hoarse, and it tickled people's hearts.

He stretched out his arms and caged Xin Yi in his arms, nephrite was warm and fragrant, and his love was as deep as the sea, and the two of them seemed to melt and intertwine through the bodies of thin summer shirts, and a strange touch knocked on his heart.

Knock knock. He heard her heartbeat. She felt his heartbeat too.

The man's delicate kiss began to be unsatisfied, searching along the woman's small face, the rose lips bloomed slightly, Xin Yi was a little panicked, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Jiang Li's hand around the waist was forced, and she was gently and inescapably encircled in her arms.

That kiss finally reached the rose petals. First, he indulged in soothing the slightly stiff outline, and then the tip of the snake-like tongue knocked open the woman's teeth.

Two moist and dexterous fish intertwined. Playfulness, entanglement, advance and retreat, lingering, along with the somewhat chaotic breathing of the two, churned the air in the immediate vicinity into a viscous syrup.

The moonlight was silent, and the depths of the forest were silent. The night is hot, and there is no escape.

Until Xin Yi felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, she gently pushed the man's chest with her fingertips, and murmured gently: "Childe......"

Feeling Yu'er's refusal, Jiang Li's eyes regained clarity, he raised his head slightly, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong......"

“…… The slave still has to go back to the vigil...... At the foot of the mountain is the coffin of the clansmen, and the souls of the dead have not yet been buried in the ground...... You and I are like this now, there is something wrong......" Xin Yi bit his lower lip, and his red eyes were almost dripping.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and he also felt that the words were reasonable, so he let go of Xin Yi slightly, brushed the green silk that slipped out of her sideburns for her, and said with a smile: "...... All right...... Ben Gongzi and ......"

“…… What are you waiting for......" Xin Yi snorted, and the spring water between his eyebrows was shining, and it had not yet receded.

“…… Wait...... The night ...... of the candles in the cave room" Jiang Lihu lowered his head, biting Xin Yi's ear, his hoarse voice, and warm breath sprayed on Xin Yi's earrings.

Xin Yi trembled, his feet softened by two points, but his heart was instantly filled with joy, and he was so happy that he couldn't help himself: "...... and ...... the skin of his mouth."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, and the woman's answer was unsatisfactory, and he gently bit the woman's earrings as if punishing: "...... Would you like to ...... Say, "Will you ...... Say ...... Say."

pretending to be coercive, and the gentle pain from the earrings. The redness on Xin Yi's face spread directly from the earrings to his neck.

“…… May I wish ......" Xin Yi's little hand grabbed Jiang Li's chest, her head was almost lowered to her chest, if she didn't rely on Jiang Li at this moment, she was afraid that her feet would be so soft that she couldn't stand steadily.

Jiang Li hooked his lips and smiled. Only then did he look up satisfied, he looked at the sky, and then saw Xin Yi leaning on him like a kitten, as if he understood something, and smiled more teasingly.

“…… Good...... Let's go back to the temple...... Walk back?"

Xin Yi immediately became anxious. The weak legs couldn't move at all, Jiang Li was deliberately joking with her, not his daughter's family was as thick-skinned as him.

“…… Childe makes fun of Qingqing...... ......"Xin Yi pretended to be a child, squeezed out a silky dissatisfaction in his nose, and his lips were slightly pursed like a child.

Jiang Li's eyes darkened. With lightning speed, he lowered his head suddenly, and another kiss pecked at the woman's lips.

“…… Son...... It is not appropriate to say that the dead are greater...... You still ......" Xin Yi feigned anger, but the sly kiss was too fast, and before she could react, she had already grabbed Xiangze.

“…… Okay, good...... Let's go back to the temple......" Jiang Li half couldn't help laughing, half coaxed seriously, glanced at Xin Yi's legs, and suddenly leaned down.

Xin Yi exclaimed. Jiang Li picked her up sideways.

After a short period of time, the sky and clouds reversed, and Xin Yi found himself, so he snuggled into the man's arms without touching the ground.

“…… It is estimated that Qingqing will not be able to leave......" Jiang Li's joking laughter became thicker, and he felt Xin Yi's little hand pounding his chest, he immediately smiled, and said reluctantly, "...... The boy took Qingqing back...... Let's go......"

The two figures snuggled up to each other, walking on the mountain road on a summer night, the Toad Palace was clear and bright, the lights of Chang'an City were like silver men, and from afar, you could still hear the conversation on the mountain road.

“…… Son...... Just go back...... Let the people in the temple and Dou Ana crow's beak...... How good it is to be seen by them......"

“…… It's okay...... When you come to the temple gate, let Qingqing come down...... This son has a good time first......"

"What does it mean to be enjoyable...... Childe's mouth stinks like Dou An......"

“…… I have been addicted to the candles in the cave room......"

“…… Nonsense...... Where is this going on the candle night......"

“…… After a shallow taste, the coming day is long...... Qingqing and I spent candle nights in the cave room, and of course we have to do more......"

Immediately, it was the woman's shy resentment, as well as the man's gentle laughter, which shocked the lovesickness of a city and the love of half a life.

The night is quiet, the moon is full, people are snuggling and good, and the car is persuaded to come early, when it is early.

days and the early summer of the twelfth year. Chang'an Xin's seven-day ritual is over. More than dozens of deceased people in the clan, together with the Xin Zhou family, mourned from the Gangji Temple, buried in the ancestral tomb of the Xin family, and buried in the ground.

The white spirit banner stretches like a dragon, the funeral breaks the heart, Xin Qi, who is holding the spirit card, cries like a child, and Xin Yi, who is holding the coffin, is also heartbroken, and he has to be supported by Xiang Pei in order to be able to walk.

There is no need to elaborate on this white matter. After the ceremony, Xin Yi helped Xin Qi back to the house with his front foot, and his back foot was shocked by Zheng Zhong, the great eunuch with the holy decree.

The purpose said: The emperor summons Xinyi. Xin Yi didn't even have time to change his mourning clothes before he was taken to Daming Palace by Zheng Zhong.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live-" In less than half a moment, people arrived at the Lin De Palace, Xin Yi knelt down three times and bowed nine times, and the incense ashes on the mourning clothes were still falling down.

"Flat. Emperor Li Hegao sat on the top and said without distinguishing between joy and anger.

"Your Majesty, Emperor. Xin Yi got up, looked at the two people in front of the hall, and squeezed out a sneer from his nose, "Lord Wang, Miss Zheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, but the two of you are still the same." ”

The quiet words were sarcastic.

Everyone knows that the Wang family has been angry recently, Wang Jian's head has been lowered, and if his demeanor is still the same, it is not as good as in the past.

Wang Jian's face changed slightly, but he first glanced at the emperor, and then glanced at Zheng Siying, but he didn't stand up.

"Miss Xin, offended. Even if it is urgently summoned by the Holy Will, what is this mourning dress called? This is the dignified Son of Heaven, not the ancestral tomb of the Xin family in the wilderness. Zheng Siying stepped forward and smiled brightly at Xin Yi.

Xin Yi's eyes turned cold: "Miss Zheng, you go and ask the whole Chang'an, everyone can see it clearly." This girl just mourned for her relatives, and she didn't take a breath when she returned home, and she received the holy decree. The Holy Will summons, dare not disobey. Could it be that you let this girl change her clothes unhurriedly, freshen up and dress up, and let the emperor wait in the palace? On one side is the etiquette, on the other side is the monarch and ministers, and Miss Zheng is dizzy. ”

The last sentence is blunt.

The corners of Zheng Siying's lips trembled, but she couldn't go back. Xin Yi covered this mourning dress with the big hat of the monarch and minister, and she just lifted a stone to shoot herself in the foot.

After all, the three outlines and five constants, the monarch and the ministers are the greatest, especially in front of Li He, in the old nest of others, he is indeed dizzy.