In a big dream, sleeping until the sky was dark, in the haze, Ling Yun only felt itching on his face, reaching out to scratch the itch, only to find that his hands seemed to be tied by ropes, and he couldn't help but open his eyes from his sleep, and the light followed the gap between his eyelids, and saw a thick hemp rope on his hand, and the other end was tied to the bedside post.

Zi Ruo was standing on the side of the bed, looking at him with a smile in his eyes, with an inexplicable relief in his smile.

Ling Yun saw the sharp jade sword in Ziruo's hand, he suddenly became completely conscious, struggled a few times, and the wrist of the heavy hemp rope was painful, too strong to tear it off, and said loudly: "Xuezhu!"

Ziruo smiled even more proudly, and said: "Don't call it, Xuezhu has something at home, seeing that you sleep so soundly, I don't want to disturb you, I called a sedan chair on the street in the afternoon, and it should have been at home now." No matter how much you scream, she can't help you, even if you scream in your throat, she can't hear it. ”

Ling Yun smiled bitterly in his heart: "Shouldn't this be my line?" In fact, Ling Yun could completely stand still in the world, and then get rid of the rope like two pieces of drawing paper, but he was not in a hurry, and see what this guy Ziruo wanted to do.

"What happened to Xuezhu's house?" asked Ling Yun.

Zi Ruo shook her head and said, "She didn't say it, with a frown on her face, she gave me the black chess pieces, and then hurried out." But you, who don't even know what's going on in your wife's house, how can you be a husband?"

"Is there a wife in the world who ties up her husband while she is sleeping? Do you want to take advantage of people's danger and rude me?" Ling Yun teased her.

Zi Ruo smacked for a moment and said, "Aren't you going to boil the eagle, I'll tie you up and see how you perform a boiling eagle for this girl?"

Ling Yun was just bickering, could it be true that he stayed up with her for a few days and nights without sleeping, I was afraid that the liver of the iron beating would burst, and said with a wry smile: "How can you boil the eagle with your hands tied?"

"Why can't you stay up with your hands tied? Aren't your eyes still open, anyway, boiling the eagle is nothing more than you don't sleep, it doesn't sleep, big eyes and small eyes, Wang Ba to mung beans. Ziruo covered her mouth and laughed.

Ling Yun was dark in his heart, his face was silent, and he said: "Boiling the eagle is my previous trick to interrogate prisoners, it's not just as simple as staying up late, as long as you look at me with your eyes, I can see through his thoughts." ”

"When I was a three-year-old child, I didn't believe your nonsense. Ziruo said disdainfully.

Ling Yun was not angry, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "If you don't believe me, do you dare to look me in the eye for ten seconds?"

"What ten seconds?" Zi Ruo wondered.

"Even if I hit me dozens of times, you keep looking at me and can't take it off, so I can know what is in your heart. Lingyun said.

"I'm not fooled, who knows what the hell you're up to. Ziruo refused.

"Oh, I know, the reason why you don't dare to look at each other is because I'm afraid that I will see your heart, although you ignore me on the surface, in fact, you have already fallen in love with me in your heart, once I see through it, you will be ashamed, and you can no longer pretend not to love me, so you don't dare!" Ling Yun said with a wicked smile.

Ziruo said angrily: "Bah, ghosts love you, you are a well-dressed beast in my heart." ”

"Sure enough, I have me in my heart, and I see that you have said it yourself, and I am in your heart. Seeing her angry appearance, Ling Yun was a little cute, and couldn't help but continue to tease.

Ziruo was even more angry, and sneered at each other: "you, I don't have you in my heart, eyes, or mind, don't be sentimental, look at you and look at each other, if you can't see through my inner thoughts, I will castrate you with a sword." ”

Ling Yun stuck out his tongue and said, "Then I don't look at each other, lest I tell what you really think, but if you have to say that it is false, you are angry and angry, and you beheaded my second brother inexplicably, isn't it a great wrong?"

"What second brother?" As soon as he asked, Zi Ruo suddenly understood his metaphor, her face was full of crimson, and she said angrily, "Shameless! Tell you, now I think of a poem in my heart, I wrote the poem on paper, can you guess that this poem even if it sees through my heart, so no one can play tricks." ”

Ling Yun agreed: "It's still my wife who is smart enough to come up with such a clever plan! But okay, I guessed right, even if you lose, you will have to kiss me when the time comes." ”

"Phew, I won't lose! Besides, who is the wife of a frivolous and unscrupulous person like you, your wife has returned to her parents' house. Ziruo's face was flushed, and she didn't know if it was anger or shame.

The night was already thick, the room was lit with candles, Ziruo put the heavy jade sword in his hand on the table, went to the study to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, skillfully studied the ink, held the pen with his fingers, spread out the pale yellow straw paper, gently dipped the ink with a milli tip, and left a few lines of handwriting on the paper.

She grew up in the Hou Mansion since she was a child, serving the young lady to dance and write poems, her ears and eyes were touched, and she was smart and smart, and she silently wrote down a lot of popular poems, and she was also very familiar with the pen.

Ziruo glanced at Ling Yun a few times while writing Xiaokai, his eyes were full of contemptuous smiles, and he secretly said in his heart: "This poem of mine is extremely obscure, and it has never even been published in the world, you have never heard of it, look at how you are blinded!"

On the pale yellow paper, two lines of poetry are neatly written: "The wind rises and the flowers gradually fall, leaning on the window and thinking of the king at night." It was written by Hong Jingyao, the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, Ziruo only remembered these two sentences, and the rest of the part was no longer remembered.

Ziruo turned over the paper on which the verses were written, covered it on the table, and then walked to the side of the bed and said, "I've written it, you can guess." ”

Ling Yun frowned and said, "The art of mind reading, so far away, where you can see your heart clearly, you have to look at each other closely." ”

Zi Ruo snorted, he was impatient and wanted to have a seizure, seeing that his hands and feet were tied, he was sure that he couldn't move his hands and feet, so he reluctantly leaned down, and the eyes of the two looked at each other, only a palm distance in the middle.

There was an evil smile on the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, pretending to look at her autumn-like eyes seriously, Ziruo was a little embarrassed by him, his face was even more flushed, and he said impatiently: "Have you finished reading it?"

Ling Yun inhaled sharply, his face was full of intoxication, and said, "It's so fragrant!"

Zi Ruo hurriedly got up and scolded angrily: "Shameless!

"The wind rises and the flowers gradually fall, leaning on the window and thinking about you at night. Ling Yun read calmly, "Sure enough, not only miss me during the day, but also miss me by the window at night, this poem fully expresses the author's feelings of thinking about the husband, the former sentence is a description of the environment, and the latter sentence is an emotional expression, creating an image of a woman who misses her husband and sleepless late at night." "I analyzed the poems decently, and I lived like a middle school Chinese teacher.

Ziruo at first just to make him unable to guess, so he racked his brains to write a poem that had never been published, but he really guessed correctly, and he was extremely surprised, and then he used the poem to mock himself, only to make her find out that this poem was actually a love poem, and she couldn't help but blush, and said in a low voice: "Nonsense, this poem was not written by me at all, let alone for you." ”。

By the time Ziruo finished writing those two lines of poetry, Ling Yun had already stopped the world, put the piece of paper with the poems written on it, put it on the picture scroll of the space, and stretched the space to his eyes without breaking free of the hemp rope with his hand, and read the two lines of poetry clearly, and then returned to his original state.

"Anyway, I guessed right, do you want to kiss me now?" Ling Yun grinned.