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Bixi poured a cup of tea. The hind chin curled gently to Yuan Jing's side. Raise her hand and pat her sister's shoulder carefully.

Yuan Jing Fang returned to his senses. The side eyes are surrounded by the tea smoke. I saw my sister frowning, and her heart was full of sincerity. She knew that she was out of shape. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his vaguely hot cheeks. Later, he took the tea handed by Bixi. Purse your lips in a small sip.

It's a pale cyan green tea. The crispy color is light and soft. It is also dotted with three newly picked rose bones. Just the water temperature is stirring. The pale pink rose stretched its petals one after another. In the eye, there is a crisp and bright red all over the eyes. At first glance, it is eye-catching. And this flower is a tea soup made with green tea. It has always been a taste that Yuan Qing likes. Even in the midst of a heavy mind. This shallow sip into the throat is also a pleasure that penetrates into the heart and spleen.

Yuan Jing closed her eyes. Let yourself relax your body and mind, and revel in the fragrance of tea. In this moment of emptiness, forget your worries and leave behind the many plans that are exhausting and exhausting.

And into the eyes of the sister like this. Bixi's eyebrows, which were already slightly frowned, became more and more entangled. She knew that her sister was married. But I really don't know what kind of aspect to start with, to find out what kind of thoughts my sister has in her: "Sister." Hesitate a little. She still cautiously opened her mouth and called Yuanqing. I decided in my heart that it might be best to ask it so bluntly.

"Hmm." Yuan Jing didn't open and close her eyes. Smooth and shallow.

Bixi got up and walked around to her sister from behind. Then he pulled an embroidery pier by hand. Sitting down in the place where he was facing his sister: "Sister." She called again. Seeing that Yuan Jing was finally willing to open her eyes and look at herself. Stretch your frowning eyebrows." Do you have something on your mind?" Pick up the phone. The sound is not high or low. But with a sense of resilience. This resilience is a little cramped, some vaguely irresistible.

But Yuan Jing has that heart in her heart. It's not tossing and turning, almost becoming an idiot. How can she spit out so easily to others? Even for his own sister, who used to talk about everything...... No, either.

This is all the condensation of the youthful feelings of a young girl who is in the depth of Shaohua's field and is emotional, and the heartstrings are plucked. Rao is a person who is kind and close to himself. This girl's little heart is a little little thing stored in the room. It's not that easy to say generously.

"Matters of the heart." So Yuan Jing deliberately pretended to be stupid. She lifted her long, thick black lashes. Originally, I wanted to look directly at my sister. But in the end she has a weak heart. So as soon as this gaze touched Bixi, it quickly moved away to the side." Where can it? What can I have on my mind?" A sigh and then a silence. Yuan Jing smiled. A few traces of red clouds have unconsciously flown up the pure beauty of the durian cheeks.

Bixi on the side just shook his head when he listened. Shake your head again. At this moment, she couldn't understand who Yuanqing's little heart was opened for, and for whom she was slackening and making a boiling momentum. She just had a gut feeling. Jue's sister is minding herself. Sister ...... to herself In the end, it is not as good as in the palace of the past. So you can open your heart and talk about everything.

Bixi's heart inevitably covered a dark wave. She tried her best to suppress the many frustrations and unhappiness in between. lowered his eyes and kept his mouth shut. Then he suddenly raised his head brightly: "Sister. In this deep palace. We're going to have to lean on each other." This sentence tells some donkey lips not to the horse's mouth. But no one understands what it means. She was hinting at what difficulties Yuan Jing had, and she couldn't hide it. Be sure to talk about it with this sister and express it.

This is important. This is extremely important.

Because between these two sisters. There has always been an invisible transparent thin wire that holds and trips. This thin wire cut is constantly untidy. It is clear and straightforward. They are destined to depend on each other in this life. Whoever is separated will not live. Whether it's Yuanqing or Bixi. If one of them has misfortune because of something, or something. The other will surely die with him soon.

They have been fighting each other since they entered the palace. It's no longer just an individual. in this world. They never lived for themselves. And the other party......

I realized that my sister was afraid that she had misunderstood what she meant. Yuan Jing listened to Bixi's words, naturally how to listen to it, and how did she feel that it was not so right. She shouldn't be, shouldn't be, and shouldn't be. With a knee-jerk reaction. His jaw sank and his eyes were silent.

"Sister." Bixi is really anxious to see this situation. She couldn't hold back the calm attitude on her face anymore. Raise your hand to stroke Yuan Jing's slender shoulder. With a gentle force, he pulled her shoulders straight to his side." How exactly do you have a bump in the road that you can't get over? Whether it's a mental hurdle or a practical hurdle in life. You have to tell your sister so that she can rest assured." She's really in a hurry. Although he didn't raise his voice too loudly because he was worried about the etiquette and timing. But between the lines, there is a sense of playfulness and sullenness. Those who listened only felt that she was choked and cried.

Sure enough, I can't stand my sister's tenderness the most. Yuan Jing, who listened to this kind of tone, softened in her heart. However, Bixi suddenly landed an encouraging and somewhat deep gaze between her eyebrows. couldn't stand it, so Yuan Jing's heartstrings moved...... Sure enough, the sense of family affection and the presence of each other. It's something far more useful and profound than the tears of a beautiful woman in this world. It's in this soft-hearted and heart-warming. Yuan Jing made a compromise in the end. Her calm self-sufficiency began to transform into a pool of soft blue water. And with the warmth of the hot spring veins. As a result, she spoke steadily about the drive of this heart: "I have a wish." She looked at Bixi. Heavy. Yingying's eyebrows were full of rare solemnity.

Bixi's heart is slightly loose. Then I was afraid that Yuan Jing would regret it and tell herself. Busy looking at Xiang Yuanqing, he was also looking directly at his eyebrows. Zhan Yan bowed: "But everything is within the scope of my Bixi's ability. As long as it's my sister's wish. I will do everything I can to help my sister achieve it." The words are steep and precipitate. The voice is sincere and solemn.

"Really." Yuan Jing frowned and turned his head. At the same time, I couldn't help but make a shallow retreat.

Bixi knew Yuanqing's tossing and turning at the moment. Lift it up. After holding his sister's somewhat cold palm: "Really." Eyes and eyes. Although it seems to be answered. But it's a promise.

The warmth of this vein from the depths of the palm is like a cocoon peeling off the cocoon, cleansing the heart and blood pulse. Perhaps it was the natural sisterhood that caused Yuan Jing to feel an indescribable touch. It's just a glimpse of a moment. She felt the sincerity of the comfort of the soul that was bred and brought by the most natural sisterhood. This perception instigated her to never hold back. She opened and closed her mouth. One word: "I want to be the emperor's concubine."

I want to be the emperor's concubine......

This sentence. A simple word. fits this situation, and it comes out of Yuanqing's mouth with such solemn words. The so-called great effect of one stone stirring up a thousand waves naturally does not need to be said.

Bixi was shaken...... But this is a shock that will also fall in the heart only for a moment.

I said it earlier. in this world. No one knows her sister better than Bixi. In fact, even Yuan Jing doesn't confide in her heart. Bixi also vaguely understood...... This sister is pure and withdrawn. It is the kind of natural and resilient Qinggao hidden in the depths of the soul and from the inner marrow of the bones and blood. And whether she is peerless appearance, natural romantic attitude, or excellent ladylike talent. are also worthy of this high and withdrawn.

In fact, if there is no Bixi. Yuan Jingzong is not to mention identity, status, etc. That's it. It is also very easy to be tolerated by this filthy world...... Yuan Jing also understands in her heart. So deep in her heart, she is grateful and touched by this sister. It's always strong as wine. It's just that she doesn't say.

The two sisters just looked at each other seriously. There is a circuitous wind through the hall, and it is constantly tracing and irrigating from the gaps between the carved window edges. Trance of the depth of field of the turn. Turmoil in the world. also ruined the youthful years that were as young as tea and gradually drifted away......

A long time, a long time. I saw that Bixi's eyes must be colored. The divine light precipitated an unspeakable Nuo Jinjian: "Good." A simple word came out of her red lips. Her soft eyes are flowing slowly. There is a brilliant sunshine and broken gold flowing from there." I'll help you provide you with the opportunity to meet the emperor." The sound is not high. It's still not high. But it's very powerful. One exit is a promise. A promise will be fulfilled and will be fulfilled.

No matter how Bixi says it, he is the county lord of the emperor's Chrysostom. is more or less able to speak in front of the emperor; In this deep palace, if she wants. Then it is more or less possible to dredge some contacts. These are the advantages. Far beyond what Yuan Jing can achieve. So if Bixi helps. It's not just empty words. Bixi, she will definitely be able to help. Yuan Jing understands in her heart.

Bixi's attitude was expected by Yuan Jing. But when faced with such a state of Bixi. Yuan Jing still couldn't suppress the sourness and emotion in her heart. There is also a faint sense of indebtedness...... Suddenly she burst into tears. I really want to hug my close sister.

But before that. Yuan Jing only felt a warmth on her shoulders. It was Bixi who hugged her sister first: "What's wrong with my sister. Don't cry. Be happy." Bixi's soft and warm voice swirled in Yuan Jing's ears. Every word carries a comforting sense of peace.

It's always been that way. It always has been. No matter what form, what gender, what identity, what situation, what situation...... There's always someone. It will give her this sense of peace that resonates with her blood. The world is full of dark clouds, and the ten-mile long pavilion is like a green mountain, haze and miasma. As long as that person is there for you. You'll be at peace. It's a breeze for you. It's a breeze. So he settled down and had a soul......

A strange sense of familiarity slid through Yuan Qinrusi's soft heart. Her lips opened. If you don't say anything in this situation. It doesn't seem to be very appropriate. But she couldn't say anything. It's just so catered to Bixi's embrace. A term of the world is sluggish and the situation is impermanent. The two sisters hugged tightly. Solidarity and mutual assistance. Look at the tide and the blue sea, cut off the impermanence of dreams and the life-like in the world.