Chu Meng ignored Fu Xuan's advice and ran out of the eldest son's house, Fu Xuan returned to his own and habitual sulking, Chu Meng said that he was so angry that he was angry, and then said: "Imperial Doctor Zhong also said that I need to go out to walk around more in a fresh and pleasant place, so that this 'disease' can get better quickly." www.biquge.info Although I am pretending to be demented and dumb, it is true that the blood congestion in the skull still exists, otherwise I would not have been able to hide the pair of sharp eyes of Imperial Doctor Zhong. ”

Fu Xuan glanced at her: "What do you mean by this, not only do you want to run out, but you also want to run out for a long time?"

"Where to run out, just to relax, suffocated in this house all day, I'm almost depressed. ”

"Isn't it that you have some ghost idea in your heart?" So far, Fu Xuan has spent infinite effort trying to figure out her mind for the woman in front of him, until she smiles, Fu Xuan can see the hidden meaning, "You have never been such an active person, have you?"

"Although I can't move, I'm good at the wind and moon. The first dream eyes flashed, "The summer flowers in the garden are mostly charming, and how the sand blooms in the dream, I haven't watched it for a long time, and those flowers are about to miss me." ”

Seeing that Chu Meng was so coquettish, Fu Xuan naturally felt abnormal in her heart, but she couldn't resist her gentle pleading, so her heart softened: "Okay...... You are allowed to go out and play, but you can only go if I accompany you. ”

"What are you and what I am? Where do I have such a preciousness, and where is the truth that there is a son who accompanies the maidservant to the garden to enjoy the flowers. ”

"You have an idea in your heart, don't you?" Fu Xuan lowered his voice, and the pair of eyes that inherited Xie An's depth stared straight at Chu Meng, like silent torture.

"I said someone was going to kill you before, but now you are swaggering out and asking someone to kill?"

Chu Meng also felt that it was a little difficult to make a statement, if the people next to him were good at bluffing, but the person he deceived was Fu Xuan: "I misunderstood Miss Peach Branch before...... I had a nightmare before, and I thought that the peach branch girl in the dream hurt me as real, and then Yuncheng fell into the well, so I thought of a place......"

"If you don't tell the truth, I won't answer it, and you won't want to sneak out. Fu Xuan said lightly, "I still have the ability to hold people." ”

"You weren't like that, and if I don't want to say, you won't ask any more. ”

"At this time and that time, I need to know that you are safe before I can rest assured. Fu Xuan put down his hand holding the book, turned to look at Chu Meng, "If you forget the incident that sneaked away to arrange flowers on the street before, I still remember it vividly." ”

Chu Meng thought for a moment, sighed, and said, "And it's up to you, let's go to the garden with me, you eldest son, you are really stingy." ”

Fu Xuan grabbed her waist and said: "Now it's the eldest son of the Xie family of Chenjun who bowed down to accompany you to the garden, how many people in the world can be so honored, you are good, and you still complain that I am stingy, I am used to you, right?" After saying that, he gently scratched the thin waist of the willow in the first dream, teasing the first dream and chuckling, and kept begging for mercy.

After lunch, avoiding the warmest afternoon of the daylight, the two of them slept in the same bed for a while, just like before smiling and peaceful, in the quiet afternoon, Chu Meng lay quietly on Fu Xuan's chest, listening to his chest slightly bulging and falling, the even and steady breath sound is more comforting medicine than any music. The summer breeze was blowing slowly, the hibiscus flowers outside the window lattice never rose, the first dream did not fall asleep, only lying on Fu Xuan's chest and quietly listening to his heartbeat, raising his head, staring at Fu Xuan's handsome side face in a daze, and sighing secretly.

There is no going back on the years.

Fu Xuan, we can't go back.

When the sun slanted behind the eaves, the heat faded a little. Fu Xuan got up to change his clothes and went out for a walk in the garden with Chu Meng.

The fruit tree when they first met was already fruitful, the peach was fresh and green, delicate and gorgeous, and the mottled sunlight was faintly colored, Fu Xuan took Chu Meng's hand, opened a bush for her, and picked one by hand, saying: "Velvet, like your face." ”

Chu Meng looked at him with slight disgust, but she couldn't speak.

Fu Xuan laughed, very good-looking: "No, no, no, the honeydew melon on the vine is like it, because it is big enough." ”

Chu Meng listened, turned around and glanced at him, pretending to shake his hand to leave, Fu Xuan laughed heartily, hurriedly grabbed her, and gently tugged, her vision saw a light blue pine and bamboo dark lines rushing towards her, she bumped into her arms, but it didn't hurt at all. It was the soft and warm aroma of Fuxuan's chest, and the patchouli fragrance gathered by the summer humidity, with the light sweat of his shirt, it was refreshing and pleasant, and he hugged her tightly with his other hand. Her slender hair was as smooth and shiny as inky black satin, gently flowing over the back of his hand, and he stretched out his fingers and kneaded it carefully, and said emotionally in her ear, "You are not allowed to run away again." ”

You will never run away again.

This simple sentence set off a huge wave in Chu Meng's heart.

She tried her best to persuade herself to close her eyes and enjoy the moment quietly, happy Wuyi Lane in the evening, and reunite with Yushulang, but after a while, when Chu Meng slowly opened her blurred eyes, her eyes were full of vastness, and she knew that she couldn't go back.

The daylight is faint, but through the eyelids but left infinite red and orange color, after opening her eyes, her eyes are dyed by turquoise, the turquoise tree crosses the oil paint to appear greener, and the red flowers and purple fruits dyed in the forest seem unreal, the first dream sighed slightly, there is no more real world than this moment, beauty has never belonged to her, struggle and suffering is her life, so, is really alive.

In the tender and sweet embrace, she saw the small woman figure hidden in the bushes from a distance.

Those pair of terrifyingly large eyes are like wild cats that have not appeared in Wuyi Alley for a long time.

The eyes were on fire.

The corners of Chu Meng's lips slowly drew a playful arc, and she did not shy away from it, the pair of eyes that were no longer clear looked at the two blazing bonfires in the distance, looking back at her, as if demonstrating, like the shouting of the two armies when they faced each other.

She slowly withdrew into Fu Xuan's arms, Fu Xuan saw that she was a little preoccupied, her heart trembled, and she reflected on whether she teased her too much and annoyed her, and was thinking about coaxing her, but her moist lips were not as moist as his lips had been pasted with her two thin beads.

She tiptoed lightly, the kiss was as soft as water, dense as the wind, and his heart instantly melted invisibly.

Fu Xuan also had such a panicked moment, in the past, he was all teasing women, among the flowers, and the leaves did not touch his body, but now he made the delicate woman in front of him flirt with emotion, only to hear his heart beating violently in his chest, and his hands and feet were already at a loss, so he had to obediently be a prisoner under her lips.

But Fu Xuan is Fu Xuan in the end, the famous merry son, a moment later, his arm that had been holding her slender waist tightened slightly, he slowly leaned his body over, anti-guest, emotionally sucking the syrup nectar between her lips and teeth. He could clearly feel that at that moment, her body trembled slightly and forgetfully.

The summer breeze blows on the face, and the splendidly dewy face of the emetic peony is red and light, and the powder is light, just like the natural flush on the cheeks of the first dream, without rouge, with a dark fragrance.

"My heart is on you. As Chu Meng slowly withdrew from his body, he looked into his eyes fixedly, slowly approached his ear, buried his face in his sideburns, and whispered this sentence in his ear in a voice that only he could hear.