When I returned to the Guogong Mansion, it was already dusk, and Lychee was twisting a hot cloth towel and was compressing the knees of Yan Jiu, who was nesting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The calves, which were as white and warm as ivory, were bruised.

"Miss, you can't do this again in the future, disguised leaving the house is not what a boudoir lady like you should do."

"So what should I do?"

Yan Hui was wearing a white bedclothes, lying on the edge of the bed with a disgusted expression, she really looked down on herself, just took a carriage, she felt that her whole person was about to fall apart.

She yawned lazily, this kind of thing is indispensable in the future, Yan Hui felt that it was necessary to give her little maid a "preventive shot".

"Lychee, what do you think of my past?"

"When Madame was still there, Miss was also innocent, and then Madame left, and you went back to Tanglin with the old lady, Miss, you are a famous talented woman at the top of our Dongling."

It turned out that the original body died of his biological mother, who grew up with his grandfather.

Looking at the proud joy on Lychee's face, Yan Hui asked, "Then do you think I'm happy?" ”

Lychee lowered her head, although the young lady is famous, and the old lady is also very good to the young lady, but the number of times the young lady laughs is getting less and less, except for ...... When I met him.

Thinking of this, Lychee sighed, "Miss, you and Gongzi Jin are destined to have nothing to do after all, since the queen mother promised you to the general, you should look at it." ”

Jin Gongzi? Fate or not?

What else is hidden here?

Yan came back to her senses, she held her forehead and sighed, "How do you want me to see it, after all, ......"

Yan Hui looked at the white candle dyed on the table and wanted to stop talking, but in fact, he pricked up his ears and listened to Lychee's next words.

Sure enough, I listened to Lychee.

"It's also true, you and Jin Gongzi have been married by Mrs. since they were children, and later he rescued you from the horse bandits, but Miss, not to mention that you are now the Duchess of Yipinguo who is the Holy Lord, even if you are not married to the general, it is impossible for the two of you."

"Jin Gongzi is the queen of Xungong, if the old lady is still in Kyoto, maybe he can still be in front of him, but after all, our house is different from before, otherwise, according to the name of the old lady and the master, he will not refuse for you."

"Who said it wasn'......" Yan Hui looked at the candle and lowered his eyes.

My God, it turns out that this Yanhui still has such a past.

"If you want me to say, it's all Miss Cousin!" Lychee said angrily: "If it weren't for Miss Biao being sent to the palace and not being able to marry the prince of Jin, I wouldn't have known that you summoned you to the palace after coming to the capital, and let you show your face in front of the saint and the queen's mother, so ......"

And here's the thing.

"Then Jin Gongzi is very good-looking?" Yan Hui was smooth for a while, and she actually said this, she stared at Lychee tightly, for fear that she would detect something suspicious.

But Yan Hui was obviously thinking too much.

"The spring mountain is not as good as the color, the autumn water is not as good as half a point, Jin Pei is out, the city is full of empty alleys, how many boudoir women in Kyoto are looking forward to marrying into the Guogong Mansion, even if they are willing to be a maid, do you think Jin Gongzi is good-looking?"

Yan Hui still wanted to ask, but she had asked enough today, and the rest would be a long time coming.

"You've been tired for a day, and tomorrow the general will be buried, and there are still many things to be busy, so you can go and rest too."

"Yes".

Lychee put down the tent for Yanhui, put a gauze cover for the candles, and waited for the light in the room to dim a little, and then retreated with the basin of water.

Yan Hui lay on the soft pillow, this is the largest room in the entire Guogong Mansion, sitting north and facing south, but this room is even more empty.

She lay on the bed and yawned in disgust, she was so sleepy today, no matter what mess she had done in the original body, she just wanted to sleep beautifully now.

Yan Hui adjusted the pillow behind him to a more comfortable position, but found that under the pillow, a corner of the letter was exposed.

What is it?

Yan Hui opened the letter paper, but saw a strand of green silk falling from it, she subconsciously looked at her hair, and sure enough, in an inconspicuous position, she found a trace of broken hair.

It is said that the parents of the body hair and skin, what kind of stimulation did this original body suffer from before thinking of breaking hair?

It seems that all the answers are in this letter.

Yan Hui unfolded the letter.

Although Qingmei was interested in childhood, Bai Yun had no intention.

Qing promised that there was a place to return, so why bother to give flowers in vain.

"Smack."

A tear fell on the letter paper in his hand, Yan Jiu touched the corner of his eye, but found that it was wet.

What's going on?

Look at the meaning of this letter, the original body was rejected, but who rejected her? Will her body just see it and can't help crying?

The night was already dark, and Yan was so tired of thinking about it that she actually held the letter and fell asleep.

The half-hidden window blew in the breeze, causing the white candle on the table to shake several times.

Suddenly, a black shadow rolled in from the window, and the soles of his feet fell silently, and his movements were more flexible and light than that of an old cat.

He slowly approached Yan Hui's bed, and looked in by the light coming from the gauze.

The woman on the bed was half-lying, like water and blue silk draped behind her, and the white bed dress was obviously a little wide, not only revealing a jade-white and delicate neck, but also faintly revealing a small half of the shoulder.

The shadow hesitated, but reached out and lowered the collar at the back of his neck.

Under the dim candlelight, the birthmark on the shoulder blade was as red as blood and shaped like a swimming fish, and in this spring breeze night, it actually had a bit of a demonic color.

After seeing the birthmark clearly, the black shadow returned to its original state.

It was probably this action that touched Yan Hui on the bed, and Yan Hui turned over gently.

The man was on tiptoe, galloping like the wind and out of the window in the blink of an eye.

Yan whispered back, turned around, and obviously slept very deeply.

The candlelight flickered, and the black shadow returned to the room again, but it was leaning over to cover her with the thin quilt that Yan Hui had kicked off.

The thin quilt fell, and a letter on the bed was gently lifted.

The vigorous pen snaked several times and landed on the thin letter paper, but it carried the most direct rejection.

Although Qingmei was interested in childhood, Bai Yun had no intention.

Qing promised that there was a place to return, so why bother to give flowers in vain.

An undried tear stain was imprinted on the corner of the letter, wrinkling the bottom of my heart that I wanted to say goodbye when I was young......