Forty-nine, why should you be bound by self-suffering?
The autumn assessment is getting closer and closer, and the leaves are scattered with bright red and golden, spreading out a colorful picture.
For almost a month, a few people didn't get together again, and when they had a goal, they did their best, and each of them made silent efforts in private to compete for medicinal materials, commonly known as-
Making a last minute effort......
Sima Xuan's agreed explanation was finally belated at this time, for no other reason, and Dongfang Yan had time to be alone with him at this time.
"Let's talk about it first, what happened between you and Meng Xuan?" She looked lazy, watching his arrival as expected, hugging the wine jar and waiting silently. The first sentence I saw didn't cut to the point, but instead asked about irrelevant things.
Sima Xuan's expression froze, "It's nothing." β
The excellent look he thought he was hiding all fell into Dongfang Yan's eyes, and she hooked her lips and asked, "Nothing?" β
She pretended to hold Sima Xuan's wrist inadvertently.
"Hiss-" sound.
The sound of gasping air overflowed from her mouth, almost spasming with unbearable pain in her palm, but she hurriedly withdrew her hand without explanation.
Dongfang Yan got the confirmation but senselessly hugged the wine jar and drank silently, thinking about it, it was nothing more than a fight, Sima Xuan was injured like this, it is estimated that Meng Xuan is not much better, no matter how well he covers up, it can be seen that Meng Xuan's recent actions ...... It is also slightly unnatural.
Two fools, knowing that each other's skills are not far apart, still go to fight hard, it's really boring.
However, Miss Dongfang, who lacks emotional intelligence, obviously has no consciousness of being the * of this matter, and is slandering nonsense in her mind at this time.
Sima Xuan sat down and looked at the jar of late autumn brewing in front of him, which was obviously prepared for him, the late autumn brewing was strong and soft, and the stamina was not great, but it was more about the rich fragrance when tasting the wine.
"A year of late autumn brewing, made by Li'er, don't dislike it too much, if you dislike it, don't drink it and leave it for me." Dongfang Yan opened his mouth, saying don't dislike it too much, but he is completely a scoundrel if you dare to dislike it.
Sima Xuan smiled and took a sip of his headache.
"Why does it feel like you're always drinking? How much alcohol you practice? He chuckled, completely unfamiliar with the rustiness he hadn't seen in a long time.
Her eyes flashed, but she didn't explain, she only asked: "It's not a blessing to drink to the moon, don't you think the second prince?" β
Speaking of the second prince's tone is a familiar ridicule, he seems to be happy, "too," at this time, he raised his eyebrows and smiled and teased: "It is a great fortune in life to have a beautiful drink." β
Dongfang Yan raised his head and said nothing, holding the wine jar and leaning on the Taishi chair, his expression slightly lonely reflected the color of the starlight, and sighed intentionally or unintentionally: "I don't know how long such a beautiful starlight can exist?" After saying that, a meteor slipped down, dragging its long brilliant purple-red tail feathers and disappeared into the sky.
was wordless and self-deprecating, but he calmed down and made a wish, buried deep in his heart and never spoke.
Sima Xuan looked at her pious expression, and asked with a smile: "How does Yan'er feel at this time?" β
She smiled, "Have you ever heard that a star represents a person?" I heard that you can make a wish on a meteor and do what you want to do, but I don't know if it's true or not. β
Sima Xuan pursed his lips and laughed at her, "A star represents a person? This is the first time I have said it, but the Fallen Star can only mean that life has come to an end, what kind of wish can such a person be expected to achieve? It's better to rely on yourself. β
Dongfang Yan didn't care about the mockery in his tone at all, and hooked the corners of his lips, "Maybe there will be a day when it will be realized?" It's not a good thing to have a wish. After saying that, I drank with my head down and didn't explain.
Looking at her lonely look, it seems that she always feels that she has endless things to say, and her delicate eyebrows are dyed with sorrow, just like the lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River dyed with morning dew, and it seems that she is glamorous for a while but it is too late to keep it. In the blink of an eye, I laughed at myself for being absurd, how could I suddenly have such an unrealistic idea.
"Actually, that day...... When it came to business, Sima Xuan showed a guilty look, and he didn't understand why he made such a crazy move in the end, in short, he was wrong, and it was good to let her beat and scold.
"Don't talk about that day anymore." She didn't pursue it, she seemed to have figured out something, and showed an indifferent look, "Actually, I thought about it, to put it bluntly, I'm a little fart kid now, even if I take it off, what's so good?" I didn't figure it out that day, so maybe you're worried about me too. She smiled slightly, revealing an innocent and slightly happy look.
Is...... Too naΓ―ve?
Sima Xuan didn't expect this to be the result, if she beat him and scolded him, he would feel normal, but such a senseless attitude......
I couldn't tell where I felt slightly uncomfortable in my heart, and said almost sourly: "If the person who did that that day was Meng Xuan, you would also ...... Well, doesn't it matter? β
Dongfang Yan seemed to think about it seriously, "Cousin?" It doesn't matter, it's not that I haven't seen it. "Remembering the last time I slept naked in each other's arms, it seemed that it was because of my poisonous hair? Was it acupuncture for yourself last time? Normal, huh?
Sima Xuan seemed to have expected something, but what really came out of her mouth was still an unbelievable look, and he looked strange, "Yan'er, do you have the consciousness of being a woman?" Doesn't that matter? β
Dongfang Yan looked at him strangely, reached out and hugged his knee, "Huh? Anyway, I think it's a normal thing, my cousin wants to give me acupuncture, is there anything wrong? It's inevitable that the doctor's words will be unavoidable. β
He seemed completely speechless, and didn't know what to say, did he want to ask her in turn Aren't you angry at me for doing that to you? In the final analysis, it is still his own loss, but at this time, he can't open his mouth anyway.
"But, Sima Xuan," she said, he concentrating, "I solemnly warn you, it's better not to have a next time." She looked at Sima Xuan's eyes with a cold edge, "I don't like people to get too close to me, unlessβ" She lengthened her tone and spit out the last two words with a serious expression, "Dead man." β
Sima Xuanleng looked at her cherry lips one by one, her serious expression and the sharpness in her eyes made people not think she was joking, and there was an inexplicable feeling that she was really holding a knife to his neck...... It seems to be too sharp, so the skin is shivering from the cold.
Under her eyes, she couldn't help swallowing, and said with a sneer: "I lost my temper last time, and I should have said sorry to you anyway." β
Dongfang Yan raised his eyebrows and said nothing, turned around and hugged the wine jar and drank sullenly.
Carefully examining the girl in front of her, it is hard to imagine that Fang Cai's sharp expression will be her sharp edge, if Fang is the sharp edge of the cold blade, but at this moment it is more like a dusty guqin, suppressing the subtle rhyme. The contrast between the two was so great that Sima Xuan almost thought that the threat he had just felt was just an illusion.
was relatively speechless until the middle of the moon, and the two of them were already slightly drunk after pouring wine one by one.
Dongfang Yan unintentionally slipped down the wine jar, and was about to shatter with a crisp sound, Sima Xuan intended to pick it up, but he couldn't quench his thirst in a hurry, so he could only watch the wine jar fall. In a blink of an eye, the jar that was about to fall to the ground was hooked by Dongfang Yan's stretched foot, hooked the bottom, gently lifted it and kicked it on the table, and caught it steadily, "Whew...... Luckily, it's not easy to find a few jars of good wine here. β
She covered her lips and yawned, "Okay, you can go back, it's late." β
Dongfang Yan didn't seem to have the consciousness of being the master at all, waving his hand to support the table and staggering back to walk back, just turned around......
"Yan'er, I heard that you need the herbs that will be rewarded for this assessment."
His voice sounded behind her, and she paused slightly, waving her hand as if she didn't care at all, "It's my cousin who said that, I don't care." β
"Are you sick? Serious? "The medicine is expensive, and the effect of the medicine will naturally not be so simple.
She paused, turned her back to him, and bit her lip slightly, "It's just ordinary cold poison, take some medicine and you'll be fine." β
Sima Xuan's eyes seemed to flash when he heard this, "I'll try my best to help you get a taste." β
Dongfang Yan had already walked away, and said drunkenly by the door: "Okay, okay, hurry back, I don't want to send you." As he spoke, he couldn't hold his eyelids, and seemed to be holding back his hazy sleepiness, until he saw Sima Xuan turn around and close the door and walk back to the room.
Sima Xuan just turned his back, but he didn't move his steps, looking up at the stars and the moon shining in the sky, and finally sighed helplessly, "Yan'er, you still don't believe me after all......" The expression was rare and lonely.
In the dark corner, Fufeng couldn't help but show a strange look when he looked at his master's expression, looked at the second floor where someone seemed to light a candle, and reflected the slender silhouette on the window, pouted, and was silent.
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In the early morning, before dawn, someone stood by the bed, smelled the aroma of wine in the room and couldn't help frowning, the little fox slept next to the Dongfang goose pillow, looked up lazily and glanced at the visitor, did not react, and buried his head with his tail and pretended to sleep.
She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the figure in front of her, looked up, and before she could see her face, she turned her back to him, and murmured vaguely: "Let me sleep again." β
But the man leaned over and stretched out his arms against the side of the bed, and patted the woman's face gently, "Get up early, don't you see when it's time?" β
Oriental goose quilt pulled! wanted to cover her head and continue her plan, but the man pulled the quilt and didn't move no matter how she pulled it...... It wasn't until Tingjin was sent out that she was on the verge of collapse* that she had no choice but to let go.
She looked dissatisfied, and sat up violently! lifted the man next to the bed, and the person who came seemed to be very familiar with her every move, and got up to avoid it the moment Dongfang Yan lifted the quilt.
The woman on the bed rubbed her eyes lazily with one hand, and protested very dissatisfied: "Cousin, this is the boudoir!" Harem, do you know?! It's rude to wake a lady to sleep, you know?! "The accusation is almost a scoundrel, and it makes people laugh and cry.
Sure enough, the one who came was Yan Xuan, leaning over and flicking the girl's forehead, "Are you still a lady?" I'm embarrassed to say I'm too embarrassed to listen. β
"Hmm......" Dongfang Yan covered her forehead and groaned, and her voice in the morning was slightly hoarse and lazy, almost coquettish.
Finally propped up his eyelids and waved his hand in disgust, "I know, I know, you go out, I'm going to change my clothes." β
The man couldn't cry or laugh, and looked at the people in front of him like a fool to drive away, "Don't fall asleep again, I'll break in if I don't come out in a quarter of an hour." The next class is about to start, so if you are preparing to take the medicine, you have to work harder. β
"I know, I know, go out" Dongfang Yan didn't raise his head to make such a gesture, Yan Xuan didn't look at it, and he knew what she meant, and the tacit understanding over the years had reached the realm of speechlessness.
A quarter of an hour later, Yan Xuan reluctantly pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw Dongfang Yan halfway through his clothes, half leaning on the tea table and drowsy, his clothes loosely tied, obviously not tied the rest of his clothes.
Finally sighed silently, entered the door and half-dragged Dongfang Yan to get up, straightened her clothes and tied her belt, she was only half-awake, looked down at the delicate knot on her waist, and looked up at his speechless expression, and actually smiled leisurely, "Okay, cousin, there is progress." β
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Progress, you're big, progress!!
There is a little person scratching the wall in someone's mind, but he can only show a helpless look at her, and he is very spoiled.