Chapter Seventy-Two: Delicate?

"Drunk?" Huo Shui'er watched Zhu Xiujin walk out of sight and gently squeezed the man's big hand.

Ji Yuan thought that she didn't want to smell the wine, so she took a step back, sniffed the smell on her body, and frowned, "I came out in too much of a hurry, and I didn't have time to change my clothes." ”

After that, Ji Yuan looked at her, maybe he was drunk, a little drunk, and there was a little grievance in his eyes.

Huo Shui'er laughed out loud and stepped forward to hold him.

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise you'd have to be entangled with him for a long time."

"I shouldn't have gone back to the palace early." Ji Yuan handed the long sword to Lie Ying and said half-hugged her. If he was still here, Zhu Xiujin would not be so rampant.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, and the two slowly walked towards the back door of Huo's mansion.

"No one expected Zhu Xiujin to make such a moth." Huo Shui'er sighed, "He made such a fuss, and the whole capital knew about it." ”

Ji Yuan put his arm around her waist and said in a deep voice, "Three days at most, I will take care of this matter." ”

"Hmm." Huo Shui'er nodded.

Ji Yuan was suddenly silent for a moment, "Tomorrow, I will find my father." ”

The woman looked up at him, wondering what he meant by his headless words.

"I will beg my father to withdraw from the marriage of the Su family." Ji Yuan stared at her starry eyes, and there was a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Jiaojiao...... Wish? ”

Huo Shui'er's mind seemed to have exploded, she stared at the man's deep pool-like eyes, and unconsciously fell into it.

"I ......" she was momentarily confused.

Marry Ji Yuan? Huo Shui'er didn't think about it.

Even these days, Ji Yuan treats her very well, and she has a tight string in her heart, the heroine always wants to come back, this person always doesn't belong to her.

"You don't want to?" Ji Yuan noticed her hesitation, and the man's sharp eyes looked straight in, causing Huo Shui'er to tilt his head slightly.

"The marriage given by the Queen Mother herself, where is it so easy to return?" Huo Shui'er said softly.

"You just have to say yes or not, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Huo Shui'er looked at him, the man's thin face was extremely firm, and her heart moved slightly, "Okay." ”

Ji Yuan hooked the corners of his lips, "A new piece of land has opened up in the East Palace, and I originally wanted to ask what flowers you want to plant." ”

"You know, I don't have any favorite flowers." Huo Shui'er didn't know why his topic changed so quickly, but he still replied along the way.

She's not a vassal and elegant character, flowers, delicate blooms, she likes them all.

"Then plant a thousand-layer Wei Zi, and it must be very good when you get married." Ji Yuan thought for a while and said.

"Hmm." Huo Shui'er responded shallowly, and the cool wind gently kissed the woman's cheek, but she still felt that her face was hot.

"There are more evergreen trees in the East Palace, I'm afraid you think it's too plain."

The woman shook her head slightly, "That lotus flower is blooming very well, if you plant a thousand layers of Wei Zi, the summer will already be extremely lively." ”

"There's no rush on these, let's talk about what you want to add in the future." The man's deep voice reminded Huo Shui'er of the elegant violin music of later generations, the violin music that made her intoxicated.

I don't know why this road is so long today, as if it can't reach the end.

Ji Yuan's hands were dry and warm, interlocking with her fingers, and the temperature went straight to her heart.

"The old woman selling white jade cakes next to Daming Lake has started to set up a stall again, let's go another day."

"Hmm."

"Over there in Jiangnan, send a few good materials, and send someone to send them to you another day."

"Hmm."

"The flower cake you said you wanted to eat last time has a new flavor."

"Hmm."

Ji Yuan said whatever he thought, Huo Shui'er just responded.

"Jiaojiao." The man stopped suddenly.

"Huh?" Huo Shui'er looked at him puzzled.

"I am overjoyed." The man gently hugged her into his arms, and the slightly cool lips solemnly and carefully kissed the woman on the forehead.

A glance at the youth, and then the childhood sweetheart, going around and around, I still didn't miss you.

The woman clinged to the man's warm and slightly alcoholic chest, I don't know if it was the slight smell of wine that drunk her, or the man's sincere heart.

The love affair between men and women is hazy and hazy, and the love is deep, but I don't know.