The night in early spring is still a little cold, although it is not so cold that the whole body becomes an ice sculpture, but when there is a large stove sleeping next to you, but you can't get close to half a minute, this time is often the most abrasive.

This is not the first time she has slept with Ji Yixian, and even for countless days in the future, the two of them still need to play a couple who are still in love, raising their eyebrows and respecting each other.

But when the scent of green bamboo on that person's body swept the tip of her nose and occupied all her perceptions, the irritability in Jiang Huan's heart couldn't calm down.

Even if you turn your back, the shallow fragrance can still linger, with that warm heat.

It stands to reason that they are now husband and wife, even if she turns around and hugs him as a soup woman, it is not a big deal, but she is not the real Jiang Huan, how can she do such a thing that is not polite and shameful, and does not have the face of her daughter's family.

There is also Jinling...... Sooner or later, she will have to go back, if she is really entangled with this person, how should she face her father, mother and the people of the Shen family.

Thinking about it, Jiang Huan curled up her toes, and her two feet touched the coldness, which shocked the sleepiness that was already lacking again.

She moved uncomfortably, but Ji Yixian's voice came from behind her: "Don't sleep yet?" ”

Jiang Huan shook her head, but she still stubbornly turned her back to him.

"Can't sleep?" Ji Yixian asked again, it seemed that he had more patience than the previous times.

Thinking that she couldn't sleep anyway, Jiang Huan simply turned around and grabbed Ji Yixian's hand in the dark, the hands of the two were cold and hot, one was as delicate as jade, and the other was rough with calluses, which was a perennial martial arts hand.

Jiang Huan's body stiffened, didn't she say that Ji Yixian was weak and not suitable for martial arts?

"How?" In the dark, Ji Yixian's voice sounded slowly, "This hand of yours is like your eyes, and it is good." ”

Jiang Huan's heart tightened, and she heard Ji Yixian continue: "Such delicate hands are not like a girl from a poor family, but like those delicate and noble girls. ”

"It's just my parents taking care of me." Jiang Huan broke Ji Yixian's hand away and wrote little by little in the palm of his hand.

Ji Yixian smiled and didn't poke her: "Sleep." After finishing speaking, Ji Yixian wanted to withdraw his hand from her hand, but just as he moved, he was caught by Jiang Huan and wrote: "Who was the person who assassinated you that day?" ”

"Well, what do you care about this?" Ji Yixian completely withdrew his hand, "There are too many people who want me to die, how can I understand who they are." ”

"It's too late, go to sleep."

As soon as she woke up the next day, Linglong knelt at the foot of the bed: "Princess, the prince invites you to come over." ”

Rajah? King Guangling? Jiang Huan's movements in dressing stiffened, and she raised her eyebrows at Linglong, not quite understanding why King Guangling suddenly summoned her, and it was so long.

I always feel that the comer is not good.

A cool breeze came in from nowhere, blowing cold to people's hearts.

Jiang Huan got up silently, let Qin'er help her to the makeup mirror, groom her, and watched Linglong silently behind her, I don't know why, the longer I contact this princess, the less I feel like a girl from a poor family.

Or in other words, if it weren't for the ruined face, it would be said that she was a well-crafted girl in the big family, and she was also trustworthy, and her temperament was really too transparent.

Linglong sighed secretly, stepped forward and took the comb grate from Qin'er's hand: "Princess, let the slave maid dress up for you." ”

Jiang Huan couldn't speak, so she could only bow her head silently, which was regarded as accepting her words.

The courtyard of the Lin family exudes a kind of rich atmosphere, and the courtyard where the king of Guangling lives well reflects the atmosphere of the military generals.

The bluestone bricks under her feet were cold, and when she knelt down, the cold air climbed up along her knees, and after a while, her cold hands stiffened.

She bowed her head respectfully and knelt in front of King Guangling's study, and faintly the sound of conversation came from the study.

I don't know how long I knelt down, the closed study was pushed open from the inside, and a man in a military uniform walked out of it, and when he passed her, he paused, bent down and helped the person up: "Sister-in-law, my father is angry now, and his words may be a little extreme, I hope my sister-in-law will forgive me." ”

Jiang Huan was wearing a veil, only revealing a pair of watery eyes, Lingxiu was compelling, the moment Ji Xing saw it, she was a little confused, but on her eyebrow bone, there was a scar, which added a bit of hideousness and covered up the Lingxiu a lot.

She is blessed, and she can be regarded as inheriting Ji Xing's love.

"Sister-in-law, please."