Spring nights are as cool as water.

Outside the carved window, the shadows of the flowers are swaying, and the crystal sweet dew drops pour out of the stamens, along the delicate petals, and fall lightly into the grass.

The sound of insect cries became more and more quiet.

On the bookcase by the window, the lamp was dim.

The little scholar, washed away the turmeric deliberately applied to the skin during the day, the round little face was white and sweet, the deer eyes were clear, and he was holding a book of incense recipes to study carefully.

On the stepping bed beside her, a young man in a frost-white loose silk shirt was sitting cross-legged, staring at the bright moon outside the window.

Approaching midnight, Su Jiu rubbed his eyes and gently closed the incense recipe.

She turned her head to look at the young man, and her voice fell immaturely, "The little brother is the one who wants to take the top prize, why don't you work hard and sit here in a daze?" ”

Xiao Tingchen hooked his lips and chuckled, "Xiao Jiu'er is caring about me?" ”

Su Jiu packed up the bookcase and said angrily: "I don't care about you!" I've come up with a wonderful recipe for the fragrance, and when I ask someone to buy the spice back, I will be able to make it with my own hands. Little brother, I will soon be able to save enough ten taels of silver to redeem myself. ”

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyebrows lazily, "Good sister, you said that you would support me at the beginning, and now you want to redeem yourself, what's the matter?" ”

"Who said they were going to raise you?!"

Su Jiu was slightly angry, and his cheeks bulged with anger.

The boy suddenly rolled over and landed.

Su Jiu subconsciously took a step back, and his delicate waist just hit the bookcase.

Xiao Tingchen propped his hands on the bookcase, firmly confined her in his arms.

The moonlight is moist.

The corners of the young man's lips are lightly hooked, the dimples on his cheeks are deep, the cinnabar mole on his left cheek is charming and beautiful, and a pair of veined peach blossom eyes are misty and seductive, like a layer of moist flower mist.

He picked her jaw and said in a low and sultry voice:

"Is it because I wasn't beautiful enough, or is my sister having a new love outside, why don't you want to support me? My sister has been eating and living with me for so long, taking advantage of me, but she doesn't want to be responsible for me? ”

Su Jiu was short of breath, his little face was red, and he was so anxious that he couldn't speak for a long time.

The young man lowered his eyes, and his dark and thick eyelashes were clearly rooted in the moonlight, and even the slightly curvy curvature was full of evil.

He rubbed Su Jiu's jaw gently like scratching a cat's chin, "Let me guess, could it be that my little wine is going to leave me, so that Xie Rongjing can follow?" Well? ”

The sultry tail note spreads delicately on this spring night.

Like a cat's claw, gently tickling Su Jiu's heart.

The little girl was forced to be anxious, and suddenly pushed him away and ran to her little bed, "Anyway, I must redeem myself!" I don't like Xiao Mansion! I don't like the little brother either! ”

She burrowed into the futon like a quail.

Xiao Tingchen leaned on the bookcase, touched the pair of walnut flowers on the case, and the smile in his eyes grew.

I want to redeem myself,

It also depends on his mood, doesn't it?

Uncle Xiao is in a bad mood, and the little fox wants to redeem himself in this life.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he threw down the flowers in the flowers, lazily blowing out a few candles in the room.

The curtain on the carved step bed is high, and the embroidered quilt is thin and soft.

The cypress wood in the incense burner is fragrant, like water and moonlight through the window lattice, carving a unique tranquility in the bedroom.

Outside the house, the flowers are shadowy, the moss by the stream is dark green, and the cardamom tips are blooming.

It's a spring night in Jiangnan.

^^

Aster: In the past, the fifth prince liked to talk to me the most, and he must have liked me.

Uncle Xiao: No, I'm just talkative.