When he disappeared, Han Weixi's eyes turned to Leng Jue who was standing there, and he was hesitating to think of an excuse.

And it just so happened that at this time, Zhao Yusai opened his mouth and instructed Leng Jie: "Go and pick some dew for me, I want to make tea." ”

This command made Leng Jue a little dazed, so he scratched his head and asked, "Master, it's almost dusk, where is the dew?" ”

"Then stay awake until morning before coming in."

Zhao Yu's words revealed that there was no doubt, so Leng Jue pursed his lips and responded: "Yes." ”

"Crunch..."

As Leng Jue went out, only Zhao Yusai and Han Weixi were left in the house at this moment.

Suddenly there was silence.

"Ahem, ahem."

Han Weixi coughed lightly, his eyes drifting, but he saw that Zhao Yuxi didn't react at all, so he patted his head and cursed himself in his heart.

Let you just indiscriminately wronged people!

I took a long breath helplessly, rolled my eyes, and said to myself: "Cough, my throat is uncomfortable, let's drink some tea." ”

As he spoke, he got up and pretended to be looking for tea, as if he had just discovered that there was tea at Zhao Yu's sacrifice, so he exaggerated and shouted: "Ah, the tea is here, let me drink it!" ”

She acted alone from beginning to end, and Zhao Yusai didn't know if she didn't hear it or didn't care, so she didn't react at all.

Han Weixi was not discouraged, moved the tea beside him to himself, and sat on the chair next to Zhao Yuxi by the way.

His eyes glanced at Zhao Yusai, and when he saw that he was still looking at the bamboo slips with a serious and focused attitude, he couldn't help but pout.

Taking a sip of Zhao Yu's unique tea, the flavor of a hundred kinds of traditional Chinese medicine suddenly rushed to Han Weixi's brain, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his face, and pushed the tea back in disgust.

When Han Weixi hadn't put down the tea, he didn't know if Zhao Weixi was thirsty, so he suddenly reached out to take it, Han Weixi was stunned and felt the coldness on his hands, and his head instantly lowered.

Zhao Yusai felt the soft touch and looked over, and found that he was holding Han Weixi's small hand, and they were holding a teacup together.

His gaze fell on the blush on Han Weixi's face, the corners of his lips hooked, and his hand slid up her index finger until he held her entire palm.

"You... What are you doing..."

Han Weixi finally couldn't help but mutter.

The coldness seemed to enter her heart through the back of her hand.

The friction of her skin caused a strange sensation that made her itch unbearably, and she felt wonderful while resisting.

"What? So I let go? ”

As he spoke, he was about to move his hand down, but was grabbed by Han Weixi's other hand that suddenly stretched out.

"Don't!"

Her eyes widened, the blush on her face became a little heavier, and she looked directly at Zhao Yuxian as if she had been released.

Both of them were breathing heavier and heavier, and Zhao Yu's earlobes couldn't help but be dyed red.

"I'm sorry..."

After thinking about it for a long time, Han Weixi finally spit out these three words, and his eyes were full of guilt.

"Weixi."

Zhao Yusai suddenly blurted out that she called her, and even he himself was stunned, then smiled, and then said, "Never be sorry in front of me." ”

"Okay."

She agreed, her seductive eyes slightly raised, and her pupils were full of smiles.

This feeling seems to be sweeter than the candied fruit of Fang Cai.

"Sit down, I've got something to say to you."

Zhao released the hand holding her and motioned for her to come over.

"But where am I sitting?"

There was no place to sit between them, and the only two chairs were already occupied by them.

"Sit on my lap."

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Yusai hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to look at Han Weixi's eyes when he spoke, and stared straight at the ground.

"Okay."

Seemingly knowing what he was going to do, Han Weixi nodded vigorously, snickered, and then quickly got up from the chair and moved over.

She stood in front of Zhao Yu, but she was confused.

How to sit on your legs, horizontally or upright, side-by-side or...

"Fool."

Zhao Yusai suddenly laughed, and reached out to hug Han Weixi, who was still unknown, into his arms.

"Ahh Suddenly fell into Zhao Yu's arms, Han Weixi's pink lips opened slightly, and he exclaimed in a low voice.

The tip of her nose was full of the fragrance of her hair, and Zhao Yu's heartbeat was a little uncontrollable.

"You're so fragrant, it's a sweet fragrance, have you smeared honey?"

He indulged in her hair, muttering inquiring.

"I, I don't..."

Han Weixi was uncomfortable by the bursts of heat, and his heart beat faster.

His hand on his waist was so strong, she would not be afraid to fall if she leaned on it casually.

"Weixi, I'll call you that from now on, okay?"

"Okay."

Han Weixi had already been dazed by this ambiguity, and only replied in a daze.

Zhao Yusai left her hair, looked at her confused eyes, and reached out to scratch the tip of her nose: "Little confused." ”

"Nasty!"

was said, Han Weixi pursed her lips and complained, but the crooked appearance of her eyebrows still betrayed her heart.

When she was angry, she always subconsciously bit her lip, bit it tightly and loosened, and the color of her red lips deepened a little.

"Weixi..."

Zhao Yusai stared at her red lips and couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, but the only reason he had left was to let him ask for advice first.

"Huh?"

I don't know why he called her, Han Weixi also opened his lips slightly to express his doubts, but he didn't know that her action made Zhao Yuxi even more uncontrollable.

His lips were like a thirsty desert, and on the other side was sweet dew, which he could quench if he leaned over.

The Adam's apple moved, and Zhao Yu's eyes became darker and darker: "Weixi, can I kiss you?" ”

He looked directly at Han Weixi, but when he saw her dodging his gaze in a trance, he suddenly understood something, and his cheeks began to move forward.

Han Weixi noticed his movements, closed his eyes in a panic, and pursed his lips, only the long curly eyelashes were fluttering.

Zhao Yuxian slightly put Han Weixi in his arms, he aimed at the pouting red lips, made up his mind, and gently pasted it.

"Hmm..."

Even though he was ready in his heart, the numb feeling still made Han Weixi tremble.

It just felt cool, and it felt amazing, like a soft jelly on the side of my mouth.

She subconsciously opened her mouth, and the jelly slipped and blocked her entire breathing.

Suffocated, he put his hand around Zhao Yusai's neck, asking him to get closer to her.

Feeling Han Weixi's enthusiasm, Zhao Yu's sacrifice was instantly ignited, plundering her position like a whirlwind.

Gradually dusk, sprinkled with gold scattered and scattered, the two embraced each other in the gold, both closed their eyes, and felt each other's ignorant feelings with their hearts.

"You're bad."

Han Weixi gasped and lay in Zhao Yu's arms, his fingers dishonestly hooking his collar, gradually moving up until he stopped at his rolling Adam's apple.

The ball turned like a ball under Han Weixi's hand, and Zhao Yusai also cooperated with her to swallow saliva.

A new smile gradually appeared on her face, which also made him extremely satisfied.

"Zhao Yu Festival... We're getting along..."

She suddenly thought of something, withdrew her hand, and looked up slightly to see that his words revealed unconfidence.

He is the crown prince, but he is a person who doesn't even have an identity, so how can he be worthy of him.

This huge difference made Han Weixi's burning heart cold again.

Her emotions were written on her face, and Zhao Yuxian naturally understood her concerns, so he looked for her hand, held it to her mouth, and kissed it lightly.

"Weixi, don't worry, I will give you a stable future."

His eyes didn't flicker at all, and Han Weixi couldn't help but be moved when he looked at him so seriously.

Oh my God, what good things I did in my last life, you gave me such a perfect man.

"I believe that my family's twilight festival is the most powerful!"

She smiled, the corners of her eyes moistened, but not sad.

Han Weixi also put away his naughty appearance and became serious, his head was pressed against his strong and secure chest, and his steady and powerful heartbeat could be faintly heard.

It's like an oath, and it hits Han Weixi's heart one by one.

"Sister Hee..."

Aze's weak voice came from the room, and Han Weixi jumped up in an instant and sat on the original chair.

Zhao Yusai couldn't help but chuckle, but it caused Han Weixi's eyes to roll his eyes, but it didn't affect his good mood, but continued to drink tea, his eyes still falling on Han Weixi's red and swollen lips.

At this time, Aze opened the curtain and walked out, he originally just wanted to find a random one and come out, so as not to wait more for Sister Xi.

But when he went in, he found that the clothes were all black and the same color, not the type he liked at all.

So he could only take out an old robe in the corner with great difficulty, and patted the ashes for a long time, so he cleaned up for a long time before he could see people.

It was a blue plain robe, which fit surprisingly well on Aze, although he was only nine years old, he was about to catch up with Han Weixigao, and he was also a handsome little boy.

As soon as he came out, he threw himself to Han Weixi's side, ignoring the murderous gaze coming from Zhao Yuxi.

Zhao Xiguo - Fucui Palace

A beautiful woman with a thin figure reclined on the bed, her eyes were blue and darkened, and her red lips were unstained with lipstick, and they had faded a little, almost pale.

The quilt seems to have not been changed for a long time, and there are traces of yellowed soup on it, and the material is also made of ordinary cotton thread, so it must not be used in splendid ayaluo.

She stared blankly at the cobwebs woven in the corner of the wall, and suddenly her throat seemed to choke on something, and she coughed violently under the bed with all her strength.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Specks of blood slid down her lips, which had been cracked by not drinking in a long time, to the ground, and soaked in the dust.

"Crunch—"

With the sound of the door opening, the gray room instantly shot into a thousand lights, and she raised her skinny fingers and barely put them in front of her eyes.

The visitor seemed to sense her discomfort and closed the door slightly, and his face was revealed in the dimming of the light.

He had a very cold face, as if he could not see any emotion in his eyes, and scanned the woman who was almost dying like a machine.

"Why aren't you dead yet, it's really fateful."

He spat out these vicious words, but his face was still as cold as Fang Cai.