One hundred and two, butterflies love flowers

Suddenly a piece of clothing was draped behind her, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, "It's such a cold day, why don't you wear more?" ā€

Chu Motian reached out to cover his hand, and found that it was a little colder than hers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Info led him into the room with some concern.

As soon as Chu Qinzheng sat down, Chu Motian hurriedly pulled him up again. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the circumference.

Chu Qinzheng said curiously: "What's wrong today?" It's so clingy. ā€

Chu Motian made a mark on her left hand with a pen, planning to measure it again in a while, she couldn't wait to start work.

Now that she was done, she said casually: "Well, I'm a little tired, please go back." ā€

Chu Qinzheng stood in front of her, raised his hand to hook her chin, and a dangerous smile appeared in his eyes, "What's the matter, you plan to drive me away after eating my tofu?" Is this son so easy to pass away? ā€

Chu Motian came back to his senses and looked at the handsome person in front of him, who had always kept a moderate distance before, neither close nor close, but standing in front of him was separated by a wall that could not be crossed, and the closest was also the farthest. And now standing so close in front of him, his eyes showed tenderness that he had never seen before.

She stood on tiptoe and put a lip on his face, then looked at him and smiled, "I mean, it's nice to have you." ā€

"Are you satisfied?" Chu Motian patted his head.

There was a suspicious flush on his face, and Chu Motian looked very proud.

It's just that she forgot that the person in front of her is not a random person who can eat tofu, how could she have the upper hand on the way of flirting.

The next day, Chu Motian didn't go out all day, staying in the house and being extremely well-behaved, because his face was red, his ears were red, and his lips were swollen and he couldn't see anyone.

She really regretted it, no one would have thought that Chu Qinzheng, who had always been cold, would be so emotional, and his emotions were even more terrifying than ordinary people. Chu Motian was ashamed and indignant, and at the same time began to worry again, secretly thinking, did he really hold back for too long?

Chu Motian was not idle this day, she was sewing clothes for Chu Qinzheng, this was the first time she had spent so much time and thought on one thing.

She didn't ask for anything before, so she did everything she wanted. In the previous life, I couldn't ask for it, even if I was lying down, my body bones couldn't do more meaningful things.

Everything at this time made her happy and satisfied.

As soon as she started dressing, she forgot the time, because she thought that she could surprise Chu Qinzheng, even if she had a few stitches in her hand, she didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't until midnight that she realized it was dark, and the clothes in her hands were half finished. This time, even the cheese praised her for making progress.

It can be seen that the success of a person doing something depends on the degree of attention of the person. Just like her, in order to better control Chu Qinzheng's heart, she has put a lot of effort into this matter.

However, according to what she used to say, working as a female worker for a man was the most shameful thing for her, but now she has become a shameless person who does the most shameful thing for herself. She was a little embarrassed.

She finally put down what she was holding, and the shadow of the candle flame shone into her eyes, and she stretched her waist, and lay down without changing her clothes.

There was a sound in the courtyard, the sound was crisp and pleasant, and it was a song of butterflies and flowers. Chu Motian was a little curious, she had never seen Chu Qinzheng, this person should not be him, so the person who played the flute in her yard was affectionate to her, probably who it was she already knew.

She thought about it, or go out to have a look, although it is okay to come to her place to occupy a place to give a, but after all, she can't let him come every day, if there are any bad remarks, and then entangled, whether it is true or not, it will affect her.

After thinking about it, she got up from the bed again, which is not an easy task for households who have difficulty getting up, and being able to get her up also reflects the importance of this matter from the side. She only began to be dissatisfied at this time, what is going on? will trouble her.

She went out and looked for the voice. The man was standing tall on the wall, holding the jade flute in his hand, and his eyes were on her as soon as she came out, with a smile in his eyes.

Chu Motian bowed to him, "Pray to His Royal Highness." ā€

"Miss Tian." The king stopped playing, came down from the wall, and walked to her.

When he got closer, he saw her face clearly, although there was a hint of tiredness on her face, it was ruddy as jade, her lips were a little red and swollen, her eyes flickered, and a needle seemed to be pierced somewhere in her heart.

Chu Motian didn't have time to catch up with people, so King Qi opened his mouth, "The moonlight is good tonight, can you invite Miss Tian to drink with the moon?" ā€

She looked at the sky, it was indeed good, it was just over fifteen days now, the moon was relatively round, and there were a few stars shining together. Most of the nights this month were raining and snowing, and tonight was a rare sunny day, and she replied excitedly, "Okay." ā€

After finishing speaking, she found that this is not suitable, she now also has a man she likes, and she doesn't feel anything when she is alone with others, but she is afraid that Chu Qinzheng will feel something. After all, this society is relatively conservative in thinking.

But does it seem that she is too restrained or ignorant of repetition now?

While she was thinking, Duanmo was already standing in front of them with two jugs of wine.

Qin Jue took a jar of wine and went to the roof. Now that the arrow is on the string, Chu Motian thought about it and jumped up.

She found a place for herself to sit down, which was a little far from where the king had been.

She looked at the moonlight today, and suddenly remembered the poem "Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed", and then naturally thought of the past life that she had not thought about for a long time. She silently prayed in her heart for the well-being of her family.

Now she is doing well, she likes a very powerful person, although she is a little bit of a nest compared to him, but fortunately, he also likes her.

Although life with heavy responsibilities can sometimes be tiring, as long as the Qitiange case is resolved, her heart can be put down.

"Do you have anything on your mind?" King Qi had already sat down beside her at some point.

"Nope." She replied casually, in a perfunctory way that anyone could understand.

King Qi was silent for a few seconds, "Actually, you can trust me more." I'll do a lot for you too. ā€

Chu Motian turned his head to look at him, a little puzzled why he said this, did he know something? Or is it just a common phrase for picking up girls?

She frowned, "I don't need your help with anything. ā€

"Really?" King Qi sighed, "Sure enough, if you hadn't decided it a long time ago, how could you just let him ......?"

The clear moonlight sprinkled on Chu Motian's face, she didn't speak, she knew that she had already let go of her guard against Chu Qinzheng, just because he was the first person she saw when she woke up, and he was also the one who saved her.

After three rounds of drinking, Chu Motian began to drive people away, she pretended to yawn, "Your Royal Highness, it's not early, the people want to sleep." ā€

King Qi paused, turned his head to look at her face, stared at her for a moment, and then suddenly got up and turned his back to her, "If anything happens, come to me." ā€

After speaking, he walked away in the moonlight.

Chu Motian looked at his back, a little moved, but that's all, he was the emperor's prince, she would not gamble with the lives of everyone in Qitian Pavilion.