This picture screen is a folding screen with multiple horizontal links, using the standard shape of six fans, the outer edge of the wooden frame is wrapped with brocade edges, and the connecting fans are closed with silk buttons.

The screen is made of silk silk, and the dyed valerian pattern on the silk surface is just like the song of "Screen Song":

Butterfly caryophyllum silver crossing, water condensation green duck glazed money. The group returned to the six songs and hugged the anointing orchid, and threw the golden cicada on the mirror.

What can make Song Zhixi comfort himself is that although the background color of the screen is still light and easy to transmit light, due to the complicated decoration of its paintings, it is not easy for people to distinguish the figure hidden behind it.

The cubicle was surprisingly quiet, Song Zhixi felt a little uneasy about his situation at the moment, and only used a one-sided screen as a cover, and a secret sense of tension slowly spread all over his body.

She leaned her back against the screen, touching the screen with only the palms of her hands, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in the delicate atmosphere.

In her impression, the man's voice was not slow, just like this person's demeanor was casual but domineering.

It was like this in the past, and it is like this now.

Song Zhixi listened attentively, although there was nothing worth paying attention to, but only after careful analysis could he find that in his bland and seemingly meaningless words, it was clear that something had been explained inside and outside the words.

A small incense burner lit with wax and essential oil was displayed on the dressing table by the screen, and the hollowed-out smoke cage was dappled on her face as the light on the candlestick was divided into fragments.

Let's look at it as a whitewash peach face, and it even adds a touch of strange beauty, but the unnatural expression is very disobedient

, it doesn't look that good.

The silence between the two is actually the silence between the three.

"The first dream of peach and plum, the new makeup should be plum." The woman's voice was obviously gentle, but it was so startled that Song Zhixi's fingers on the screen moved.

She was stunned for a moment with her back to the screen, unconsciously retracting her feet in, and her eyes fell into a hollow as her thoughts wandered.

She understood what she meant.

There are plums, in fact, there are seven Xi; Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be lucky.

The period of plum blossoms, to be married.

Although she couldn't see his appearance and expression, and couldn't grasp his emotions, she still turned around tremblingly, and barely saw the tall figure through the screen.

It is obviously a bit unexpected to come out with such an incoherent remark. Zhou Xucheng was stunned for a moment, and his lightly raised eyebrows faintly revealed three points of surprise.

The look of surprise disappeared quickly, he curled his lips slightly, but did not answer, simply pulled open the circle chair behind him and sat down, leaning back very casually, as if this was so that it was easy to look.

Seeing people holding their lips and smiling, the embarrassment and tension on Baby Ji's face gradually relaxed. I didn't know what to measure in my heart, she leaned on the back of the chair and slowly walked behind him, but her eyes kept lingering on the man.

In the process of the woman walking around, Zhou Xucheng glanced slightly towards a certain place, his expression was still casual, deliberately distracting himself.

Baby Ji was dressed in a smoky purple ankle-and-shoulder dress, and the delicate fabric was as thin as the plain gauze cicada clothes depicted on the screen. If you look at it closely, the painting also realistically depicts the beautiful woman's soft shoulders and arms, which makes people feel no sense of shame.

"There is a female concubine, who is clear" is also, but it is a pity that only the charm that leads people to explore is missing.

The beauty in the painting is not yet vivid, but it is quite appropriate that as the woman's snowy shoulders shone and then fell, the wide-sleeved saro shirt slid down her arms.

Unconsciously, Song Zhixi had already moved out of half of her body, and before she was ready to take a look, she dodged and withdrew her gaze, raised her head and gritted her teeth and sneered, how did this dim candlelight become so dazzling.

Rao is that she is a woman, and she is also a little ashamed.

The woman wears a crotch inside, the system is a cloth at the front and back, two ribbons are connected at the shoulders, and the waist is tied with a belt, which blocks the front and back.

- "It's just a means to chase after the person you admire, and you don't care what you don't have to say." ”

Although the mention of the aunt in charge many years ago did not agree with Ying Ji very much, after all, her identity was not in the stream, and she still kept it in her heart.

The dancing girls of Songhetang are different from the dancers of ordinary music halls, they are all beautiful women with both art and etiquette, and they understand the etiquette of the upper class, although they are different from the ladies who live in the brothel of the Qinglou, but after all, they still make a living by selling their skills and please the nobles.

The man muttered a few words, and his heart was full of emotion in a deep tone, Song Zhixi could only see the man's lips closed one by one, but he couldn't hear what he was expressing.

The woman raised her arm and gently put her arm around his broad shoulder, and then, she lowered her head, and a hand slipped into his collar as if it were boneless......

Song Zhixi turned around and looked away, goosebumps suddenly appeared, and the red fruit pinched by her fingertips was immediately put into her palm.

Her body stiffened suddenly, but she became more and more stubborn to straighten her body, and fine sweat continued to break out in her palms, but she couldn't care about it, and raised the back of her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead.

The scene in front of her was extremely eye-catching, she couldn't stop anything, she could only secretly marvel-

Did you start to lose the rules so quickly? This favorite has such a seductive trick?!

Song Zhixi lowered his eyes, and his crow-like eyelashes were as low as his eyelids.

If you're so close, your breath will intertwin.

Although she hates to admit it, she is well aware that something is not quite right in her recent form.

Now, to be exact.

At this moment, she couldn't tell whether she was jealous or envious, but there was still a mind that she couldn't imagine was about to move.

The ghost made a difference, the past and the current scene slowly merged, and the sense of familiarity immediately came to her face, and all this in front of her reminded her of the absurd memories of that day in Dingyuan Mansion, making her seem to feel the scratching snort behind her neck.

She smiled hard.

It turned out that as a bystander, it was such a scene.

After all, people are not equal, and people are favored after all...... Could it be that a passerby is just a passerby after all?

She blinked lazily and tiredly, unable to guess what he was really thinking, but unable to resist her curiosity.

What the hell would he be like when he got serious, to the woman...... How will she respond, and what will be the difference between how you treated her?

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fell back on the painting screen again, and the figure that was very close to each other drew a clear outline on the screen, and also showed the general silhouette of the two of them.

The faint candlelight flickered and flickered, and it was not intended to be clear, but I saw Jun here.

It's just that after the shock, there are only mixed tastes left.

The eyes were a little sour, the eager mood was instantly cold, and the words in my heart kept echoing in my mind-

As soon as he leaned over, he lowered the color of wine.

Wine-colored—this blameless thing.

If there is no fault, there is no blame.

Song Zhixi opened his eyes, nodded to himself and laughed at himself, "Well, I'm just a mediocre person." ”

The colored threads on the skirt are braided together, volleying with the movements, swaying and indulging, and indulging in an unreserved fall. She was as cautious as she could leave, but she was a little hasty, until she walked out of the back hall, and the forbidden step at her waist could barely hold down the hem of her skirt to prevent the folded skirt from falling apart.

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The baby Ji lay on her side on the ground, the man was ruthless and didn't leave her half a cent, her eyes were full of tears, and the voice like spring water in her impression sounded extremely cold at the moment.

"Why, you have to make an inch so much that you dare to think about it." Zhou Xucheng single-handedly sorted out the left hand that was wrinkled due to the force he had just pulled out the bad hand, but he never thought that he would be so worried about the people close to him.

A waistline robe is made of round necks and tight sleeves, and the hem is wide and folded.

The waist is finely twisted with horizontal twists and vertical pleats, and a wide bib made of braided threads with dark buttons nailed to the inside of the waist to tie the waist in a particularly good way.

Like the noble son of the Thai half in Beijing, he usually likes to wear a narrow-sleeved robe, but at this time, he is a little more disgusted by the actions of casually tidying up his clothes.

He chuckled: careless.

At first, he was surprised to hear what people said, but for him, it was not the meaning of the sentence that made him wonder, but the ridiculous and ridiculous idea of this woman.

Don't talk about him, the old man of Sa Guogong is not something that everyone can look at.

"Not to mention your previous overtures, I have already been indifferent to myself, you who understand how to deal with things, you should all know how to measure ......"

He stared at her hands and slowly walked up to her until there was a shadow under the cage, "Why are you restless?" ”

Such restless thoughts should not be there, and if there is, they will be stifled.

So far, she still doesn't understand anything, Ying Ji raised her sleeves to wipe her tears, and bowed her head decisively, "The prince misunderstood, Ying Ji is making her own decisions, and she shouldn't have crossed the ...... without your approval."

The man had no intention of listening any further, and he did not detour around the corners, and his words became more and more concise.

"It's not just a scene, but it's also on the right occasion, isn't it?" He interrupted, but when he looked up, his smile fell into an ice cellar, mockery and indifference were revealed, "What, take me to practice in advance?" ”

What is different is that at this moment, he didn't even bother to give alms with a chuckle, and his gloomy look couldn't help but make the woman's heart tighten, and she was breathing in an instant.

After opening the coat, he sat back on the circle chair again, not like the previous casualness, but now he is sitting upright.

"Little lady, you can't help but think too highly of yourself."