Jiang Zi couldn't help but laugh, and suddenly felt a cold light floating outside the door, Jiang Zi's body froze, he held his breath and concentrated, and stood well.

Yu Xi looked at the person opposite, and laughed: "This emperor doesn't know what's going on?" There are a bunch of beauties in the harem, and he doesn't touch them. The ladies in the harem are suspicious that he can't be that child, what can you understand, didn't they let me check it! ”

Ning Xi said angrily: "You...... How to check? His face turned crimson unconsciously.

Yu Xi irritably pulled the placket of her clothes, exposed her neck inside, and raised her hand to say, "What's so difficult about that?" Isn't it just sneaking into the emperor's bedroom in the morning, lifting the quilt, and seeing everything clearly! ”

Ning Xifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in his heart: "I can't complain that I saw her standing by the bed that morning, and then regretted kicking her to the ground, and I was worried that I would hurt her, but now I think about it, I really deserve it." Thinking about what she had seen, she couldn't help but blush.

I only heard Yuxi say again: "Er, I suspect that the emperor has broken sleeves, do you know? That day, I went to follow him to Pujiaxuan, but I didn't see anything, and my calf was cut by a reed, and a few drops of blood were shed in vain. The emperor was indiscriminate, threw me on the bed, and almost broke me up. Anyone as good-looking as I am, he has a cold face. Actually, I just want to tell him that it's wrong to break his sleeves, and he has to love the mother of the harem, and he completely ignores my past feelings."

When Ning Xi heard this, he was furious, hooked his lips and smiled: "You, you have really grown up." ”

Laughing again, he handed her the flask. Yuxi grinned, unambiguous, hooked his neck, raised the pot and drank it all, although he poured a lot in his neck, he was unprovoked and chic.

Seeing that he didn't seem to speak for a long time, Yuxi walked up to him with one foot high and one foot low and said: "Cai'er, don't look at me as a master in the drunken family, but in the palace, I am like a ghost, I am tired and tired every day, and I have to look at the emperor's face." Hum! I really don't understand, which of those ladies in the harem is not talented, why do you have to enter the palace to do anything. They are fighting for an emperor, what do you say the emperor is good about? They are so stupid that if it were me, I would rather marry a farmer than marry him. But why does he have to be the emperor......" As he spoke, his eyes became more and more confused, and his whole body fell off the ground.

Ning Xi heard that she was so unbearable by her, compared with a farmer, she was in a downward situation, and the mood that had just calmed down rippled again, and she said half angrily: "You are drunk, get up!" ”

Yu Xi shook her head and said, "I didn't drink!" After fixing on the gods, he pulled the hem of his clothes and cried: "Why are you so like the emperor, the emperor, you are here!" You don't look so happy! But he seemed to be crying, probably frightened, and lowered his head and muttered: "Actually, I am also in the same camp as the emperor." Are you not happy? “

Ning Xi snorted, grimaced, stopped talking, turned around and left.

Seeing that he was leaving, Yu Xi hurriedly got up and hugged his back from behind, this hug came suddenly, almost knocking Ning Xi to the ground. Jiang Zi really couldn't help it, and stepped forward to check. Ning Xi glanced at him and asked, "How much do you hear?" Jiang Zi held back a smile and said, "The minister didn't hear anything!" And he withdrew to the door.

Ning Xi's body stiffened, let her hold her, stood for a while, gently patted her hand that was still around her waist, and said patiently: "Are you sober?" ”

The man behind him didn't answer, his hot breath and the smell of wine swayed up with the night wind.

Ning Xi waited for a while, but the man behind him still didn't respond.

Jiang Zi stood outside the door and had to whisper: "Aunt Eleven, I'm already asleep." ”

Ning Xi slowly let go of her hand, and she fell asleep on the ground on all fours, really, there was no image at all.

As soon as he pulled her up, she fell into his arms, exhaling hot breath and smelling of wine.

Ning Xi lowered his eyes to look at her, Zhu Yan was dizzy, just like the nine days of wind and dew, and she was single-dyed and delicate. My heart fluttered, and I was silent for a long time.

Yuxi was sleeping soundly, his neck was tilted to one side, and a colored ribbon loomed in the white part of his neck. Ning Xi's eyes were cold, and with a hook of his index finger, the pendant below fell into his palm. His eyes sank, his heart shrank, and he couldn't help but feel a pain again. Bow your head, touch her thin lips, and touch the center of her eyebrows.

He sent for her for a few years, and he, for a time, thought that she was dead. He once deeply regretted it. Every winter, he copied Buddhist scriptures for her alone and burned paper money. If he is indebted to anyone in this world, she is the only one.

His fingers were slightly red from drinking, and he trembled slightly from confirming her identity.

Half-drunk and half-drunk, her eyes were slightly open, she looked at him, but rubbed her temples and smiled: "Why are you dreaming again?" Do you still dream of you? Staggered out of the yard, and didn't even see Jiang Zi standing in front of her.

There was a hint of coolness in the wind at night, she wiped her face, looked up at the moonlight in the sky, and walked all the way to Guili Palace. The stone steps were a little cold, and it was very comfortable to fall asleep, and she lay down, and the trees full of glazed flowers fell on the corners of her forehead and mouth. Her little face was half up, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth, giggling under the half-shadow and half-moonlight.

He sat above her not far from her, holding his chin and looking at her quietly, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.

I don't know how long it took, she woke up and saw the people sitting on the steps, under the moonlight and stars, ethereal and hazy, with an indifferent expression, Yuxi always felt a little unbearable in her heart.

"Sister Niang Niangtang, you, don't think about Begonia anymore. I'll give you a dance. ”

The man didn't speak, just looked down at her quietly.

The man's eyes on the steps bent slightly, she had said that if you dip into wine, you will pour, and sure enough.

She dragged her wide sleeves and slid backwards suddenly.

Plain clothes, beautiful glass.

She smiled slightly and said, "Sister Tang, this is my mother's dance, and I named her the widow." I just want to show you alone. I understand the bitterness in your heart. The past, don't think about it anymore. ”

The wide sleeves are half-open and half-closed, and it is her aura face.

The snow-white glass flowers turned into messy and fell one after another, floating into her cloud-like wide sleeves, turning into wisps of flower souls, hidden at the bottom of the sleeves, and giving birth to a long floral fragrance between the opening and closing of the wide sleeves.

The glass flowers didn't seem to be in a hurry to fall, but crisscrossed and criss-crossed, softly forming a flower barrier, covering her inside. She moves, and so do the flowers. She paused, and the flowers hung in the air. In an instant, the flower turned into a ribbon of flowers, spilling out and drifting around where her index finger pointed. (To be continued.) )