Seeing this, Yi Xue immediately understood what Sima Cheng meant, her face suddenly turned from white to red, and she lowered her head a little embarrassed.

Sima Cheng watched Xue silently, and saw that she opened her arms at an extremely slow speed, stretched her body, and put her legs back on the ground with her legs bent on the chair, returning to her usual sitting posture.

Maybe Yi Xue wanted to be more natural, but Sima Cheng didn't shy away from it this time, his eyes stayed on her, watching Yi Xue move slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After Yi Xue sat down, she raised her head again, just in time to bump into Sima Cheng's smile that had not yet been withdrawn, and was slightly stunned.

was bumped by Yi Xue's gaze full of Sima Cheng, and the interest that came from nowhere also disappeared in an instant, and he sorted out his expression as quickly as possible and opened his eyes.

Yi Xue had no intention of delving into Sima Cheng's subtle changes, only felt that she had misunderstood Sima Cheng's kindness just now, and now the person in front of her had changed his face in an instant, and he didn't know if he had angered him, so he didn't have time to think about it while feeling guilty, he nodded again and again, and said:

"That'...... Then there is Lao Cheng's son. A sweet smile was attached.

Sima Cheng also came to his senses because of this, and noticed Yi Xue's smile, but he still went directly behind Yi Xue, deliberately avoiding Yi Xue's gaze.

Yi Xue noticed Sima Cheng's coldness, but it was not easy to say anything, although through the clothes, when Sima Cheng's hand touched her shoulder, she still couldn't help but tremble, and her heart began to regret it again, although she believed that Sima Cheng would not be rude, but she still couldn't help but worry.

The pain in the process of "loose wide" was unbearable, but because of what happened just now, Yi Xue didn't dare to squeak, and endured it silently, where Sima Cheng couldn't see, her brows had been wrinkled, and her hands were clenched into fists.

Behind him, although he couldn't see Yi Xue's expression, Yi Xue's body tensed unconsciously, which still made Sima Cheng notice something unusual, and he had to weaken his already much lighter strength again.

Sima Cheng pinched Yi Xue's soft and slender arm like a wicker, and he was a little at a loss at first, as if he was treating a treasure, and this kind of caution was the first time.

Sima Cheng leaned over, his hand slowly moved down to Xue Xue's forearm, approaching inadvertently, Sima Cheng unintentionally glanced at the back of Xue Xue's neck, he remembered that he had touched this place, and unlike that time, the broken hair was cleaned up, which brought out its slenderness and smoothness even more.

Perhaps it was the fragrance of the ointment in his hair lingering on the tip of his nose, Sima Cheng's eyes seemed to be sucked, he couldn't move his eyes, his throat moved unconsciously, and the movements of his hands slowed down.

There was a heat from the back of his neck, Yi Xue seemed to notice something, and unconsciously shrunk his neck, Sima Cheng came back to his senses and escaped the spell of "strange thoughts".

With the movement of Sima Cheng's hand, Yi Xue's body gradually relaxed, and the earlier worries were all lost due to the disappearance of fatigue and soreness, compared to Aunt Ning's case kneading, Sima Cheng's strength was obviously much stronger, and in what position, what technique seemed to be his own doorway.

Sima Cheng's kneading ended for a while, and Yi Xue was still immersed in the comfort after the "loose width", and suddenly Sima Cheng's low voice came from his ears:

"What is Your Majesty going to write?"

Hearing Sima Cheng ask this, Yi Xue remembered what she was going to do, glanced at the bookcase, and found that the brush that she had just hurriedly discarded, with ink, rolled on the white paper several times, leaving traces of immersion.

Yi Xue hurriedly picked up the brush, with a sad face, and couldn't help sighing, muttering in a low voice:

"Hey...... I'm wasting things again. ”

Having lived in a bookstore for many years, Yi Xue knows that paper production is not easy to come by, and she knows that life is hard and should not be extravagant and wasteful.

While sighing, Yi Xue felt Sima Cheng's deep gaze, and couldn't help but shake her body, and then hurriedly turned her head and explained:

"Oh, you ask me what I want to write...... 'six pipes', I think I might be able to use it tomorrow." Yi Xue said bluntly.

Yi Xue met Sima Cheng's eyes, and then she pretended to be unintentional, and quickly staggered, as if she was still apprehensive because of what had just happened, Yi Xue turned her head and fixed her gaze firmly on the ink-stained paper in front of her, shaking constantly, so that the ink dries quickly, and her mind is still thinking about whether this one can come in handy for other purposes.

"Then the subordinates will copy it for His Majesty." Sima Cheng took the initiative to receive this job.

Yi Xue was stunned for a moment, surprised that Sima Cheng was extraordinarily gentle and considerate today, and watched Sima Cheng walk towards the bookcase next to him, thinking that maybe it was only because he was in charge of tomorrow's banquet that he would take extra care of it.

Sima Cheng's abnormality today is not because of any other reason, but he feels that the scene just now is familiar with his childhood scene, at that time, he had King Jing, General Yang, and Lord Shen by his side, but Yi Xue seemed to be the only one by his side.

Yi Xue is a young gentleman, he is a guard, Yi Xue is in order to achieve a great cause, and he is ordered to do things, although it is for the same goal, but because of the difference in status, he still feels that the two are still moving forward on their own road, maybe in the future, there will be a moment of intersection.

But after a long time, especially after teaching Yi Xue to practice archery, Sima Cheng often sees some shadows of the past on Yi Xue's body, different from herself, her laughter and scolding are lifelike, everything looks so real, as if you can grab it with your hand.

Sima Cheng rarely thinks about his own affairs, some people say that he has different talents, can write and martial arts, but everyone knows that the sweat and loneliness behind this are only known to him.

Yi Xue didn't answer, only heard a slight friction of the clothes, and the sound of "Xi Xi Jiao" came, Yi Xue felt that Sima Cheng had already sat down, so she dared to glance over and look quietly.

I saw Sima Cheng bowing his head slightly, holding a pen on the desk, his knuckled fingers coiled on the ink rod, and he looked more and more white.

Under the candlelight, Yi Xue was a little dazed, only to feel that her handsome face seemed to be less indifferent and alienated, more focused and kind, and the temperature of Sima Cheng's fingertips remained on her body, and the touch was still fresh in her memory.

Before, when Yi Xue looked at Sima Cheng, she either blushed and heartbeat unconsciously because of his good skin, or was angry and ruined by his angry eyes, or was forced to be helpless under his powerful aura, and there were still a few peaceful looks.

Under the warm yellow candlelight, people's hearts seem to become soft.

If Yi Xue saw a trace of loneliness and amazement from that tall and resolute figure just now, even she felt a little unbelievable when she said it.

Sima Cheng, who has always been omnipotent, calm, and occasionally aggressive, would have such a fragile moment, Yi Xue felt that she must have been dazzled, she hurriedly shook her head and broke her thoughts.

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