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Lonely pillow, sleepless.

Single, wearing a green shirt.

Under the wind, frost and snow, a tree is delicate.

The cold night blooms at the beginning, and it does not fight in front of people.

The color is shy and peony, and the heart is comparable to the green lotus.

After the spring comes, the eyebrows are scattered.

This is a pagoda poem.

After Han Xiang saw it, she only felt a heat on her face, and she didn't know if it was her heart, this pagoda poem led by Han was the same word as the Han in her current name, and this pagoda poem was a Yongmei, especially the last sentence, tossing and turning between her eyebrows, as if it was a metaphor for the little vermilion in her eyebrows.

Hanxiang has studied medicine since she was a child, but in the years before she got married, her aunt also invited a famous teacher to teach her poetry and songs.

Wei Heng writes very well, the pagoda poem looks easy, but it is not so easy to write, Wei Heng writes a ring and a ring, a rhyme and a rhyme, the cold fragrance seems to see the winter night, under the cold moonlight, he is wearing a green shirt, standing in front of the plum.

Hanxiang looked at it, this was written in the first month, and there was a payment below.

Wei Heng stood aside, seeing Han Xiang looking at the pagoda poem, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if there was something in his heart that was about to move and wanted to break through the ground.

Wei Heng took a step forward, seeing that Han Xiang was still holding a pen in his hand, and looked at the pagoda poem in a daze, Wei Heng bent down and picked up a piece of rice paper from the ground and put it on the table. After standing behind Han Xiang, with a long arm, he stretched out his long arm and held her right hand holding the pen, only to feel that the person in his arms was stiff, Wei Heng didn't wait for her to struggle, and took her hand holding the pen on the rice paper.

With such a posture of being held in Wei Heng's arms, Han Xiang's whole person seemed to be petrified.

Wei Heng's right hand seemed to be on fire, and the flames burned to her hand, and along her hand, it seemed to spread to her whole body, and Han Xiang only felt that her face was about to be burned through.

She watched Wei Heng's hand take her to write down a stroke, she recognized every word, but at this time, it seemed that her brain was really broken, like a puppet, he led the thread and wrote it little by little.

There was a pagoda poem with another word of her name inlaid with it:

Fragrant.

Initial penetration, coldness.

Haunting there, Xiao Xuan window.

Get up and look for it, and there is no one in the shadow.

The roots fall and the wind blows the snow, and the body is snowing and frosting.

Ning Shouzhi is drunk alone. Don't be saddened by the crowd.

The independence of the world should be like you, looking for makeup on the eyebrows.

It's still Yongmei, it's still a metaphor for her, if it's just her heart just now, then at this moment, Han Xiang is already very sure of Wei Heng's thoughts.

Waiting for Han Xiang to come back to his senses, he hurriedly left Wei Heng's chest.

Her face was hot at this time, her heart was pounding, and her hands and feet were sore.

She is not a little girl, she knows what Wei Heng's actions like this represent.

At a certain moment just now, she only felt as if she was being hit hard by something, that feeling had never been felt before, at that moment, she thought of many things and many scenes, all related to the person holding her.

At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten the nine years of respecting the prince with the prince, and only felt that this was the real red sleeves and fragrance, raising her eyebrows.

His smile is as warm as the sun.

His quietness and bearing are like magnolias.

The moment he put the robe over himself, the moment he said let himself not give up.

Hanxiang suddenly wanted to run away, and wanted to disappear in an instant.

When she turned around, she was grabbed by Wei Heng's arm, Wei Heng grabbed it tightly, Hanxiang couldn't break free, and it was as if she was numb, and her feet were numb.

She didn't dare to turn around, for fear that the look on her face would reveal her emotions.

At this time, Wei Heng walked in front of Han Xiang, pulled Han Xiang's shoulders, lowered his head, stared, and said solemnly: "Give me a chance to take care of you, okay?" ”

Han Xiang only felt the heavy thump just now, and her heart was tightly pinched at this time.

In her previous life, after she married someone else's wife, it has been nine years, but there has never been a moment like now, in the eyes of others, just a child waiting to be pampered and cared for.

This feeling seems to be smoky with the smell of alcohol, which makes people addicted and intoxicated.

Han Xiang raised her head, and there was an eager wait in Wei Heng's eyes, waiting for her answer.

After seeing his clear eyes, dark and clean, the chaos in Han Xiang's brain dissipated at once.

I was already in the quagmire, so why bother to pull him in.

He has ideals and revenge.

I have a deep hatred and a great hatred.

It's not a world of people, it's just a matter of hurting each other.

Han Xiang lowered her head, reached out to break Wei Heng's hand, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

It's not that Wei Heng didn't see the momentary indulgence in her eyes, but there were too many things pressed on her heart, which gradually left her eyes calm.

Wei Heng was separated by her, and when she was about to turn away, Wei Heng grabbed her shoulders again and said solemnly: "You want revenge, do you know who the enemy you are facing?" He is the current crown prince, the future son of heaven, how do you avenge this revenge? The grasshopper shakes the tree, have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail? ”

"You know, left and right are just dead words." Hanka said.

Wei Heng looked at her stubborn expression and slowly let go of his hand.

Watching Han Xiang turn around, watching her walk out of the study, watching her turn back to her room, Wei Heng sat down on the chair behind him dejectedly.

He looked at the two pagoda poems on the table, the first word of the first word was inlaid with a word in her name, Wei Heng looked at it for a long time, then stood up suddenly, put down the two pieces of paper, and strode out of the study.

When he came to Hanxiang's door, the door was closed.

Wei Heng pushed open the door and walked in, Han Xiang leaned in front of the bed at this time, and when he saw Wei Heng coming in, he looked at him in surprise, Wei Heng has always been a humble gentleman, and it was the first time to push the door in like this.

I saw him come to Han Xiang, and said with a more solemn expression than before: "If you want revenge, I'll help you!" ”

Small Theatre:

Official: I give 99 points for this flirtatious skill, and I am afraid that you will be proud.

Wei Heng: Concession and concession.

Shizi: This is not fair, not to mention the building near the water, but also to write poems and books, I protest.

Salted Egg: The protest is ineffective, and people are fighting for real talent.

Son: ...... I held back my strength to write poems, and an hour later, the prince of the world came out.

"Partridge Day. Uh-huh"

Warmth melts a room of spring,

The mandarin duck was called to kiss.

Five watches shake the red luan tent,

At the beginning of the night, tear the pothos skirt.

Uh-huh, uh-oh.

The slave body is delicate, and the lord is happy.

Up and down, front and back, left and right,

When it comes out, it is shallow, and when it comes in, it is deep.

Officer: ...... Kinky !!

ps: In other words, the salted egg is also fighting in order to make everyone laugh, and the image in the future is all ruined on this mmmmmmmmmm

This one is too brain-burning, and it took three times as long as usual, so I have to take a leave of absence, and the second shift is at twelve o'clock.

Thank you Xiao Ming for the tip, huh. (To be continued.) )