After Xue Yue left Xingzhuang, Shang Lingyan's attendants soon came to replace him. But this didn't help the little leaves. The sheer volume of work took over her schedule, leaving her no longer had time to meet with anyone privately.

After Xiao Yezi got busy, he felt more and more about Xue Yue's benefits, although the other close servants were also very powerful, but after all, they were not as good as Xue Yue's control, and they were not as good as Xue Yue, who would share these tasks for inexperienced newcomers. It seems that Yunxi has another reflection, and the division of labor between the servants is more clear. All the daily affairs of Yunxi are managed by Xiaoyezi. And this also invisibly greatly increased the chance of her and Yunxi coexisting.

And the relationship between the two has also changed slightly. Yun Xi began to meddle in her daily work everywhere. Whenever she's busy around Yunxi. Yunxi always approaches with a smile, like a big brother next door, quietly accompanying her to do things, or packing clothes, or making tea, or doing some other daily chores.

But this is not a good thing to envy for Xiao Yezi. He is the helper, she is the servant, if her work has to be completed by the leader, it is really undeserved. What's more, since she met Li Li, she has also made one thing clearer - keeping a distance from Yunxi as much as possible is what she should do now.

Therefore, every time Yunxi intervenes, she can only rush to finish the work at hand, so that she can escape from coexistence with him as soon as possible, and escape the endless tension and guilt in her heart. Even if you escape from the embarrassing scene, on the way back to the account, you will suffer from contempt and criticism from all sides.

So Xiaoye was even more tired. Every time she lay on the pillow and secretly complained about life, a gray elf appeared in her heart, and said to her righteously: It is the best choice to resign from this position and leave Shanglingyan.

But...... If he resigns from this position, will it also have an impact on Li Li? Every time she thought of this, she faltered again.

It's just that she didn't expect that once the idea of resignation was generated, it was like a seed, buried deep in a crack in her heart, frantically absorbing all kinds of burdens brought to her by Yunxi, and growing a poison ivy in the gray area deep in her heart. This poison ivy is like having infinite energy, no matter how she is imprisoned and controlled, it is disobediently sowing gray pollen, spreading, covering, copying, constantly taking root in her flesh and blood, expanding, colliding, releasing and finally forming a rattan net that locks her firmly.

Yunxi is so smart, how can he not be aware of it, let alone turn a blind eye. Whenever he approached Xiao Yezi, Xiao Ye would run away from him for different reasons. He smiled as always, but behind the smile was his dwindling patience and the unhappiness of being rejected that was getting thicker and thicker.

So on an ordinary night, Yunxi didn't know where to go out. Xiao Yezi made the bed for Yunxi as usual, added sleeping incense, and waited for Yunxi to come back by the tent. According to daily habits, Yunxi will rest directly after she comes back, and as long as she finishes serving Yunxi to wash, she can go back to the tent to rest.

She leaned against the bookshelf by the table, closing her eyes and resting. It seems that when Yunxi is not by her side, she can always relax. The night was dark, and drowsiness crept up the corners of her eyes.

She was groggy until the dull sound of something heavy hitting the ground snapped her up.

Sleepy-eyed, she hurriedly stood up, her mind still a little foggy. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, only to see Yunxi holding a glass wine jug in his hand, standing at the door of the tent in a drunken daze, and at his feet was the incense burner that he had inadvertently kicked over.

This...... Why are you drunk like this? She remembered her identity, and saw that Yunxi was about to stagger forward again, so she hurriedly got up to support him who was drunk and drowsy, and kicked the incense burner away by the way, so as not to pollute Yunxi's clothes. But he never thought that Yun Xi took advantage of the situation to grab her shoulder, leaned most of his body on her shoulder, and smiled proudly with a successful conspiracy. The medicinal gas on his body mixed with the strong smell of wine rushed straight over, instantly reddening Xiao Yezi's cheeks. She frowned, wondering why Yunxi was drunk—there was no banquet or guests tonight, where did he drink so much wine? And the power of this wine seems to be very strong, even Yunxi, who often drinks and feasts, can't stand it, and his exposed skin is drunk like a smoky pink.

"Helper, you ......" Xiao Yezi just wanted to persuade him, but was stopped by Yunxi waving his hand. Yunxi only stared at her, smiled, stretched out a finger, put it to his lips and sighed. His face was close at hand, as beautiful as a fairy, shaking so much that the little leaf couldn't take his eyes off. He leaned on her shoulder, burped lightly, and stared at Xiao Yezi with a pair of peach blossom-stained eyes: "I'm happy today, don't say anything to ruin the atmosphere." ”

He raised the flask and took a few more sips, put his arm around Xiao Yezi's shoulder, and led her all the way to the desk. Xiao Yezi didn't know what he was going to do, her whole body was wrapped in his weight, and she stumbled with him, and her body trembled slightly because of the tension. Yunxi lowered her head, watching her petite being held hostage by herself, and couldn't help but smile, but the smile was gentle and gentle.

He picked up the flask beside him and drank deeply.

Xiao Yezi twisted his body, trying to jump out of his control: "Don't drink it, I'll make a cup of tea for you to relieve your hangover." ”

Yun Xi sifted her back in front of her, holding her hands from behind. This posture is just like when Yang Yizhao trained him to dance, but the attitudes of the two are completely different. One is to concentrate on teaching, and the other is to suppress domineering. Of course, she could tell the difference, and a bad premonition enveloped her, and he tugged at her heart violently. She instinctively wanted to run away, but was grabbed by Yunxi.

"No, I don't. Stay still. ”

Turning back hard, she saw Yunxi's eyes at the moment. His eyes were misty and shimmering, and the flickering candlelight reflected in his dark eyes, merging into a chaotic silhouette. The silhouette seemed to be her shadow, but it swayed as his eyes fluctuated, diffusing into other shapes.

Why...... His eyes at the moment are so affectionate?

She didn't dare to move again, so she was controlled by him, letting every minute pass slowly. The temperature of his palms gradually turned into beads of sweat, eroding the lines of her palms.

The red candle on the table warmly melted into long tears, a drop rolling down, a long mark, condensed into a drizzle of time on the body.

He took her by the hand, surrounded her with her back to him, held her right hand with his right hand, took a silver quill, dipped it in thick ink, and lightly drew a stroke on the yellow and white rice paper.

Her hands trembled, and the tip of her pen trembled against the paper. He looked down, sniffed her hair, and smiled silently as he clasped his hands tighter.

One stroke, and another.

The moon fell, the clouds were slight, and the speechless pillow was frequent. Dreaming back to the grass, the sound of geese in the sky is scarce.

Her heart was beating wildly, as if two little men were fighting in her chest, almost jumping out of her throat.

His aura was behind him, so real, yet dreamlike.

His left hand slowly wrapped around her waist, and his laughter was soft, but distinct.

His right hand with hers was flowing on the paper, but it was firm and powerful.

The warbler is scattered, the remaining flowers are chaotic, and the lonely painting hall is deep. The piece of red rest swept away from Iraq, leaving it for the dancers to return.

After writing a poem, she suddenly woke up, and as soon as the hand holding the pen was released, the pen fell on the paper, and the ink was faint, dyeing the words just written into incomplete fragments.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his eyes and smiled, and as soon as he retracted his right hand, he firmly locked her in his arms, and his expression was unprecedentedly sweet and intoxicated.

She felt the temperature from Yunxi behind her, which had been the fantasy scene that her girl's heart had dreamed of. Her heart is still a girl, but after experiencing the assassination of Du Juan Er and Li Li's conversation, her attitude towards Yunxi and the position of Yunxi in her heart can no longer be as simple as before.

At this moment, although she was surrounded by tenderness, her mind was unprecedentedly clear, and she lowered her head and bit her lip: "Helper, the person written in this word should probably not be me." ”

He stared at her side face and smiled softly in her ear: "Some people sing the world and dance the country." Some people, with one glance and one word, are unforgettable. ”

She grabbed his fingers and tried to pull them away: "Helper, you're drunk, it's time to rest, I'll go get some hot water, you wash your face, or you can sober up." ”

Such an insignificant resistance made him feel a little funny, and as soon as he closed his arms, he stopped her, turned her around, stared into her eyes, and smiled: "Yes, I'm just drunk." ”

He kissed her on the lips, softly. Light as snowflakes on her lips, soft as velvet brushing her eyes. For a moment, the world stood still.

It wasn't the first time she had ever been exposed to kissing, but it seemed like she had never known about it. For the first time, what Li Li brought to her was the throbbing ignorance of a young man. The second time, what Yang Yizhao brought her was the frivolous laughter of adult Fengyue.

The third kiss, with the illusion of unreality, the panic of not knowing what to do, the taboo of the untouchable.

Her cheeks flushed. He kissed her on the cheek.

Her eyes were red. And he kissed her in the eye.

Through the silk robe, she heard his heartbeat, which was as fast as a drum again and again, so clear that her mind exploded.

Is this a dream? No, it's not a dream!

His kiss was soft and affectionate, but his hands were like shackles, firmly controlling her body, as if she were just an object to belong to, not a living person.

Her hand thrust against his chest, instinctively trying to push him away.

He smiled nonchalantly, and with unquestionable toughness, he led her hand through the layers of clothing to touch the place of his heart.

Her hand and his heart, separated only by a layer of skin, should have been romantic and warm. But at this moment, she only felt like she had touched a piece of red-hot iron, burning so hot that her hands were hot, and shame and anger instantly stung her. As if her hands were stained with the blood of Du Juan and Li Li, she stabbed her back and struggled violently: "No...... she wanted to hide, but she didn't expect that her head just retreated slightly, but he hugged her tighter and kissed her tighter.

"No, no." He continued to kiss her violently, no longer gentle, only attacking and encroaching.

"I said no......" Xiao Yezi was extremely disgusted by his rashness, and tried hard to break free from his embrace, but found that his strength was so great that she couldn't imagine it.

He used his tall body to suppress her resistance, pinched her jaw with one hand, and shoved the glass wine jug into her mouth with the other, without hesitation or pity on his expression, until all the wine in the jug was swallowed by her cough, and he stopped satisfied.

The pot was more liquid than anything she had ever drunk. Her entire body was in the furnace with the wine, and the fire immediately burned in her internal organs, and her limbs gradually lost the ability to resist. She watched as she turned into a puddle of soft mud, slowly curled up, slipped and fell, and finally fell to the ground.

He bent down to look at her, his face distressed, but he couldn't hide his love for her docile state at the moment, as if looking at a cute kitten and puppy, and as if admiring a work of art that was about to arrive. He used his slender fingers to gently wipe the wine marks from her lips, picked her up and slowly approached the couch, and easily pressed her to the bed. Xiao Yezi was numb and sour all over, trapped in the chaos of the whirling world, like a puppet being manipulated arbitrarily by Yunxi with a thread, watching himself under his control and persecution, step by step into the abyss of despair, powerless.

"Stay with me." He kissed her.

"Look at me." He kissed her.

"Fall in love with me." He kissed her.

He smiled so clearly, even with drunkenness, his face was still as beautiful as when he was sober, and even because of the doting look between his eyebrows, he added a little more domineering and eager charm, which made him more heart-warming than ever.

But for Xiao Yezi, that smile converged into a cold arrow at this moment, piercing all her self-esteem again and again.

She clutched at the remnants of her clothes with all her might, like a man floating on the sea trying to hold on to a piece of driftwood. However, this only remaining hope was overthrown and destroyed by him forcefully in the next moment. Her persistence and resistance were nothing more than grasshoppers shaking trees to him, and they were meaningless at all.

He is the Lord of Power, the holder of the scepter, the unquestionable and unshakable ruler. And she is just an ordinary mortal, exalted by his privilege, and will also be marked as his dependency. He can do whatever he wants. As for her, she either chooses to bear it or chooses to bear it.

When the pain flooded her, a hoarse scream came out of her throat, and then she suffocated, spasmed, and her heart was dead.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear.

She was like a wood carving, unresponsive.

"I love you." He stroked her face and repeated.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I love you." His tone grew sweeter, burying his face over her shoulder.

The blue silk of his hair hung down, covering her eyes.

Why – it's so cold. It's cold. It's cold.

(End of chapter)