Mian Li's heart tightened, and he no longer hid it, when he even told Xiangyu about the scene he bumped into when he walked through a rockery stone forest in the palace last night, and what happened next.

But she still hid the true identity of Fushui painting.

Xiangyu was silent for a long time after hearing this: "You mean that there seem to be people in and out of the cave often?"

Mian Liang nodded: "Yes." ”

Xiangyu pondered for a while, and tapped her fingers lightly on the table several times.

Then he said to Mian Li, "I know about it, and you don't need to mention it to anyone else." ”

Mian Liang said yes, and secretly said in his heart If it weren't for the special situation, I wouldn't even say it to you.

"What were you doing with the Third Prince by the lotus pond last night?" Xiangyu suddenly asked again.

Mian Liang replied truthfully: "The slave and the Third Highness met by chance, and the Third Highness said that it was the best place to watch the fireworks. ”

"By the way, Childe," Mian Liang asked, thinking of Luo Zi'an's claim that Xiangyu was injured by herself, "How is your injury?"

Xiangyu looked at her puzzled.

"Second Prince Luo said that when you were in the phantom array before, you were injured because of slavery. ”

Xiangyu remembered, he said indifferently: "It's just a small injury." ”

Even if it was a small injury, Mian Liang felt deeply remorseful: "Was the son injured in order to save the slaves?"

Xiangyu glanced at her.

She doesn't remember being controlled by Ji'an to assassinate him.

"Hmm. Xiangyu replied lightly, not intending to explain.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that Mian Li's expression was slightly relative, and he seemed to be very concerned about this matter, so Xiangyu said again: "Even if it is a fierce beast, there are times when it is scratched, not to mention that you are my sacrifice." ”

After saying this, he was stunned.

Yourself this is in ...... Comfort her?

Mian Liang listened to Xiangyu's words, and his heart really relaxed.

But......

"Childe compares slaves to fierce beasts, and it seems that slaves are in Childe's heart, and they are really no different from animals. Mian Liang sighed a little unwillingly, and muttered as if talking to himself.

And this beast was also pointed out by Childe in the category-

Pigs too.

Or the kind that was fattened and strong, and then sent to the altar.

Childe said this in front of many nobles last night.

Xiangyu was noncommittal, leaned over to the table, picked up the pen again, and continued to paint unfinished.

On the white deer paper without a trace of impurities, most of the ink paintings that have been completed float between the paper, the pen edge is clear and elegant, revealing free and wanton, the content of the painting is idle and funny, lifelike, after watching for a long time, it seems to be able to see the slightest fresh air flowing inside.

This is a picture of a shepherd boy chasing summer, in which a little shepherd boy in a thick shirt with a horn and a lively piglet is walking slowly from the cold winter scenery towards the blazing sun and the vibrant summer Xintian across the river.

Although I haven't finished the painting yet, I can still imagine what the rest of the brush and ink will look like after the rest of the brush and ink are added through the back of the paper.

This picture is from the same person as the picture of the stream enjoying spring in Xiangyu's inner room, as well as the ink boat in the study.

After adding a curly tail to the buttocks of the little piglet, Xiangyu retracted the gesture: "You have asked me so many questions, and I have a question for you." ”

He stopped again, put the pen back on the pen holder, and looked up at the sleeping fence: "When have I had a skin-to-skin relationship with you?"

Mian Li's eyelids trembled a few times, and he naturally asked, "Isn't there a slave and a son?"

Xiangyu looked at her in amazement.

A beautiful and flawless face, with an innocent and ignorant look.

Xiangyu didn't know how to answer for a while.

His gaze was slightly dazed, and he touched the painting on the table.

The child in the horn of the pig in the painting is only one step away from the dazzling summer color.

His eyes twinkled.

Xiang Yu suddenly got up, walked around the table, and walked to the sleeping fence.

He asked, "Do you know what skin-to-skin is?"

Mian Liang replied without thinking about it: "Skin-to-skin intimacy means skin to skin closeness to each other, and closeness is to touch each other, so skin-to-skin kiss is skin touch." ”

This explanation......

Xiangyu looked helpless and sighed slightly.

He suddenly stepped forward and took a step, and in an instant he was very close to the sleeping fence, and the two of them snorted against each other, and they touched each other by a fraction of a second.

Mian Liang blinked his eyes, motionless, and wondered, "Childe?"

Xiangyu didn't answer, he leaned down slightly, his lips approached the white and plump neck of the sleeping hedge like a grub, and his snort followed the arc of the hedge, all the way from left to right, from bottom to top.

The hot breath he exhaled hit his neck, and he felt a slight itch, and he couldn't help but want to turn his head sideways.

"Don't move!" ordered Xiangyu in a low voice, his usual cold tone with a hint of unfamiliar depression and lowness.

Mian Liang nodded stunnedly, and his body really didn't dare to move anymore.

Xiangyu continued his movements, and his lips began to move upward, still as before, close without touching, only probing with his breath.

The woman in front of her, although she is a ghost, has a good smell and bewitching aura everywhere, and it is difficult for any man in the world to resist.

The necks are close and intersecting, and Xiangyu smells a faint fragrance of hedge flowers, which is hidden deep in the texture and is extremely difficult to detect.

This fragrance and the fresh tea fragrance emitted from his body slowly converged and fused, coming to the nose, like an orchid fragrance, Xiangyu only felt a tight throat, and there was a sense of dryness.

The eyebrows and eyes are close to each other, and if the pair of eyelashes of the cicada wings touch each other slightly, they can't help but tremble.

Under the cicada feathers, near the side, there is a pool of ink, and the red and beautiful shadows are displayed.

The deer's eyes are ethereal, and a touch of white jade reflects brightly.

Red lips and white teeth, breathing, Adam's apple rolling, like a jade bead slipping.

There is the first song of summer cicadas, penetrating the walls and windows of the study, pouring in a few traces of lingering sound, and slowly passing into the two figures of one white and one red that are very close to the corner.

Xiangyu's lips opened slightly, as if he was hesitant, wanting to get closer, but gradually closed and retreated.

The careful and slightly clumsy exploration is not an innocent teenager, but at this moment, it is so jerky, and the jade boy, who has always been transparent, is even a little puzzled at this moment.

"Childe?" At the red dress, the sound of questions recurred, and the sleeping fence was unclear.

At the same time as he spoke, the two thin lips that were close to each other happened to pass by.

The corners of Xiangyu's lips stiffened, and she was about to pull out, when suddenly a soft paste took the initiative to cover it.

In an instant, the inky deep pool was like changing the sky and the earth, overturning and changing, the wind and clouds were surging, and the fog and smoke were rolling.

The warmth suddenly withdrew, and the red shadow in front of him retreated a few steps, and the entangled aura was dissipated.

On the white skin of the sleeping hedge, a little bit of delicate red glow has been soaked, but the eyes are as clear as ever.

I saw her clutching her chest, there was a loud sound, and a moment of confusion flashed in her eyes, and then she looked at Xiangyu and smiled like a flower: "This is the kiss of the skin." ”

He smacked his lips before he had a heartbeat.

The waves in Xiangyu's eyes gradually went out.

He reached out and touched the still warm lips, looked at the sleeping fence, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's forget it." ”

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and the figure of a tanuki suddenly appeared.