At this time, Li Chen ran back to the palace in a hurry, handed over the new clothes to Douxi and presented them to the East Palace, and then muttered with a red face: "The saint's face is gone?" No, it's the house that's going to collapse......"

So this kind of vision opened for a day, and when it was nightfall, Cheng Yingyu also felt that it was time to open his eyes.

The sun rolled into the West Mountain with a bang, and the indoctrination hall was suddenly cold to the bone, it was still May, and the arms and elbows could be coagulated with a layer of frost.

Cheng Ying shook the fire, lit the lamp and candle, listened to his footsteps echoing in the hall, and was tired of the layers of hair in his heart.

Ding dong. The copper leak ticked, and after a long time, the sound of passing could be clearly heard.

Cheng Yingyu didn't realize that it was late at night, she stared at her shadow in front of the bronze mirror, stared at her all night, and vaguely heard the bangzi of "the sky is dry and dry, be careful of the fire candle", and wanted to rest in the palace, and the sheng flute fell into a dream.

A certain thief surnamed Zhao is probably also about to move.

Cheng Ying is a spirit. Yes, since Zhao Xixing said that she slipped over after resting, she was restless, and now she was not sleepy in the middle of the night, staring at herself in the bronze mirror.

I don't know what to expect.

With each tick of the copper leak, her heart beat faster and faster, and her whole body seemed to be on fire.

"How could the dignified East Palace sneak to the Jiaohua Hall, Zhao Shenyan is probably talking and playing, anyway, this guy has oil on his mouth, and he is not sure."

Cheng Yingyu pressed her undulating chest, pondered a few times, and persuaded herself to go to the couch to rest, but at the moment when her back touched the bed, a carp jumped up.

Movement.

Because the indoctrination hall is too deserted, the slightest movement can be magnified countless times.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of rustling, coming from outside the courtyard wall, some laborious, as if it was picked by the shoes that climbed the wall.

said that it was too late, Cheng Ying's mind was blank, and when he came to his senses, his body had already jumped in front of the bronze mirror by himself, and he picked up the jade comb and hairpin ring.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment. There is a serious gap between the brain's "what are you doing" and the body's "hurry up and make up".

At a loss, the movement outside the courtyard wall was getting closer and closer, and the familiar gasping was already heard, it was a pampered guy climbing the wall too much.

Zhao Shenyan.

The moment this name popped up in his heart, Cheng Yingyu's brain chose to obey his body, so a pair of hands smeared the grate hair with lightning speed, and the face facing the sky in the bronze mirror suddenly took on a new look.

Bang. There was a muffled sound. It was a guy who jumped off the courtyard wall, and then there was a slight sound of his hand hitting the deadbolt.

Cheng Yingyu ran back to the bed, lay down and pulled the quilt, turned his face inward, and heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and then the familiar bamboo incense and agarwood incense swept.

It's dangerous. Cheng Yingyu held down her heart that was about to jump out, secretly praised herself for her wisdom, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and heard the guy stop in front of the couch and leaned down to look at her face.

"Mandarin ducks? Slept? I thought you were waiting for me. ”

The deep male voice was greasy, with a wisp of irrepressible laughter.

Cheng Ying's heart trembled, and she almost didn't suppress it. I had to desperately close my eyes and pretend to be deaf.

Suddenly, the slender fingertips approached, gently brushing her eyelashes, and the slightly itchy touch was like electricity, and it spread all over Cheng Ying's body.

"Zhao Shenyan! Who's waiting for you? Be careful if I howl out, if someone finds you, your reputation as a saint will be finished! ”

Cheng Ying snorted, got up from the couch, and glared at the comer menacingly, insisting on teaching the black-hearted Langjun under the skin to show his original form.

Zhao Xixing raised his eyebrows, his fingertips slashed at the tip of the woman's nose, and the corners of his lips pursed as if he was smiling: "Yes...... Is it? But who has a break and still has fat powder on their face? ”

Cheng Ying was stunned. Bumped into the man's shiny pupils, and the breath that tried to harden his mouth immediately softened.

"I ...... I forgot to wash it off...... That's it, save yourself the trouble. She muttered, and put down her hand that wanted to wipe off her makeup,

It's just that she suddenly remembered that the wooden couch has been too hard these days, and she can't sleep well, and her eyes are dark twice, which is not very good-looking.

Cheng Yingyu felt that she was very weak tonight.

How Zhao Xixing pressed step by step, how she threw away her armor, I don't know if it was because of the night, or the hazy candlelight, or the indescribable expectation in her heart, the saint looked at the face of the wind and the moon, and her heart had already burned upside down.

"Zhao Shenyan! What the hell are you going to do when you come so late...... You! Cheng Yingyu just raised her head and wanted to be bold, but her words were lost in exclamation, and then her whole face turned red from her ears to her neck.

Zhao Xixing really slipped over "after resting".

Wearing only a middle coat on the body, the pale silk is light and thin, and the layer of tight seams is close to the body, outlining the perfect lines, and you can faintly see that there is no trace of excess moon white.

and the ravines under the moon, with two scarlet cherry blossoms.

Even the placket was loosely tied, revealing a mark just right, like carved ivory.

The heat, combined with the bamboo incense and agarwood incense, and the tidal breath, all emanated from the man in front of him, who was like a bright moon, and quickly heated up.

The thirteenth daughter of Jiangmencheng, Empress Minde of the Western Zhou Dynasty, was held by Emperor Zhou Ai on the tip of her heart, and at that moment, the nineteen-year battle was over.

"You! You get out!! Dignified East Palace, disheveled, Zhao Shenyan, you go out!! ”

Cheng Yingyu wanted to reach out and push the man away, but she retracted like a fire sickle, stomped her feet and hid to the side, cold sweat and hot sweat broke out together.

Zhao Xixing's eyes swept through the essence of "the treacherous plan succeeded", stretched out his hand and pulled the placket down by two inches, paced in front of the woman, and smiled lightly: "...... Mandarin duck, what are you afraid of, sooner or later you will have to read it......"

"Zhao Shenyan, are you really shameless......?" Cheng Yingbu couldn't avoid it like hiding from the king of Hades, and was just so anxious that he started scolding, but he was stunned again because the man handed over a cloth bag.

"You've been saving the Church these days. I'm afraid that you won't have enough clothes to bring, so the master of this temple has made you a few new ones. Zhao Xixing's tone was calm, but Cheng Yingyu skillfully captured a bit of expectation.

The woman frowned. A few clothes, what tricks can this thief play, with the skill of the saint, the joy in the words can't be suppressed.

So in line with the principle of not following his ways, Cheng Yingyu took the cloth bag, opened it to count, and the first thing she pulled out was a women's middle shirt, the size was perfect, the size she wore when she went to bed.

Cheng Ying's face sank.

"It's cold at night, I'm afraid you'll be cold...... Do you take a closer look? Zhao Xixing's tone became more and more uncontrollable, and his eyes lit up.

Cheng Yingyu was resolute, and it depended on what tricks he played. So I took a closer look and found that a mandarin duck was embroidered on the placket.

Female.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth. The hand fished into the cloth bag again, and fished out another middle coat, but it was obviously a man's style.

The woman's face sank in two. was about to settle the account, but his fingertips suddenly touched the embroidery on the placket, and it was another mandarin duck.

Male.