In the evening, when Ji Yixian came back, the maid who had knocked over the copper basin before was clumsily serving the food.

The candle flame was slightly cool, and the man stood in a dim place of light and shadow, still noble.

Jiang Huan's movements paused, and she stepped forward against the ugly face, her head bowed, and her eyebrows were tame.

Ji Yixian turned his body away slightly, and said coldly: "Let's eat." ”

After speaking, he took the lead in sitting down at the rosewood table in the room.

For as long as she can remember, no one has dared to throw her face like this.

Jiang Huan's hand under the sleeve curled up tightly, her knuckles were about to be crushed by her, she restrained her temperament, turned around, and sat down honestly with the supple look of Ji Bao'er during the day, but she didn't dare to get too close to Ji Yixian, but wisely chose a relatively distant distance, but she wouldn't let her see Ji Yixian's face as soon as she looked up.

King Guangling is brave and warlike by nature, and he does not have such a strict division of the division between concubines and concubines, which is why today's situation is caused, but this situation is not very good for Ji Yixian, but it is beneficial to her.

Jiang Huan thought as she buried herself in eating.

Anyway, she suffers from a dumb disease, and she is also exempt from the tedious matters of dealing with this family, so thinking about it, I feel that my mood is a little more open.

She eats very slowly on weekdays, and even if she comes here, she can't change it for a while.

After only a few bites, the person opposite, her nominal husband, put down the chopsticks directly, and his voice was cold: "Haven't used it up yet?" ”

Jiang Huan's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened, and after her mind flipped, she suddenly sped up the speed of her meal and ate all the small half bowl of rice in front of her.

After watching her eat all the rice in the bowl, Ji Yixian's face showed a little warmth, he wanted to withdraw and leave, but in a blink of an eye, he stopped his steps and sat down again.

"Linglong, go get the wine." Ji Yixian supported her head with her hands and tilted her body to look at her.

For some reason, Jiang Huan always felt that Ji Yixian had a deep feeling of yin, like he had killed too many people, he had already created murder, and that kind of anger was like maggots attached to his bones, and he could never get rid of it.

Under the candlelight, the person's face was clear, obviously it should be clear and flawless, but I don't know when it brought indifference, that feeling, like a pool of stagnant water, no matter who it is, can't set off half a wave.

Pity...... Although this person's heart is cold, it is too useless.

Just when Jiang Huan's stomach was turning, Linglong came up with wine.

The wine was warm and hot.

Ji Yixian got up, changed positions, sat down in front of her, poured wine by himself, and filled the glass: "On the day you and I got married, we were in a coma, this cup of wine, you and I haven't had time to drink it, so it's better to make up for it today." ”

When the wine cup arrived in front of her, the aroma of wine came up, entangled in her heart, and she was already a little drunk before she touched it.

Jiang Huan stretched out her hand and slowly touched the wine cup, I don't know what was carved on the wine cup, there was some awkwardness, she held it in her hand, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She is not good at drinking, commonly known as a cup poured.

When she hesitated, Ji Yixian had already held the wine cup in her hand, and without waiting for her, she raised her head and drank directly from the glass to the point where there was not a drop left.

Jiang Huan slowly touched the wine glass to her lips, and as soon as she took a sip, she felt her body shake, and the wine in her hand spilled out.

The spicy taste suddenly swallowed into his throat, tears stained him, and behind him was a pair of somewhat hot arms.

"Don't want to drink?"

"Or do you feel that drinking wine with me has wronged you?"

Jiang Huan struggled to reach out and gesture, but unfortunately no one could understand it.

At this moment, the sound of a broken window suddenly came.

Jiang Huan subconsciously turned her face, and felt a fierce wind coming straight at her face.

Ji Yixian pushed the person away, and looked at the oncoming long sword, with a chilling sword aura, and suddenly scratched Jiang Huan's face.

A new scar appeared, blood running through her eyes.

The assassin was alone, and he was also a good one, and when he saw that he had stabbed someone, he turned around and rushed towards Ji Yixian.

Jiang Huan stretched out her hand to cover her face, and the hot blood gurgled in her palm.

For some reason, she always felt that the assassin was targeting her.

Blood gradually blurred her vision, filling her entire gaze, and even Ji Yixian, who was standing not far away, was also dressed in a bloody coat, and his face slowly distorted.

The sound of falling to the ground, and the sound of a weapon piercing her body, in the silence, she could only hear the footsteps of a man, slowly coming from a pool of blood in the distance.

Then a pair of warm and strong hands lifted her up.

"Are you alright?" It should have been a gentle greeting, but there was coldness and indifference in his voice, and the impatience hidden under the coldness.

Jiang Huan subconsciously waved his hand away, and the blood shook off her palm and stained his face.

The location of the blood, coincidentally, was under the corner of his eye, like a tear mole like cinnabar. The white jade-like cheeks, because of her, were contaminated with a bit of demon, like a goblin who sucked people's essence in the script.

His eyes were very light in color, and from his pupils, she could even see what she looked like now.

Covered in blood, like a monster.

and the fairy-like son of the world, are the two extremes.

Linglong fetched water with a copper basin, and the handkerchief was soaked in it, Ji Yixian fished the handkerchief out of the water, wrung it out, and carefully wiped it on her face.

Outsiders saw that this person's movements were gentle and delicate, as if they would make her hurt you, but only Jiang Huan knew that this person's hand strength was not light at all, and she couldn't even scream out and accuse him.

I can only grit my teeth and bear it silently.

In fact, Jiang Huan really wronged the prince of the world, who has never served anyone, how would he know that the little girl's face is tender and smooth, just like a delicate flower, just use a little force.

Of course, her appearance now is indeed not delicate.

After wiping her face, Ji Yixian just took his hand away, and the blood suddenly flowed out of the wound again.

"Linglong, get the medicine."

Linglong turned around and went out, and after a while came in with something.

Ji Yixian opened the medicine bottle, poured the medicine on her hand, and wiped it on her face.

As soon as she got it, Jiang Huan felt that her face was spicy and painful, so painful that her tears came out again, and they were in her eyes, like distant mountains, the white mist was hazy, and the spirit was compelling.

Ji Yixian clamped her jaw and pulled her into herself, the two of them touched their foreheads, breathing similarly, in the blur of thoughts, she felt him bite her ear, and all the breath entered her ears: "Your eyes are not bad." ”

Behind him, there is a somewhat hard Luohan bed.

In an instant, Jiang Huan felt a pain in her waist, and the whole person fell on it, Ji Yixian reached out to restrain her hand and pressed her.

The faint aroma of wine emanated from his body, which was a little intoxicating.

When his body slowly pressed down, Jiang Huan's eyes became more and more confused and helpless, and they were still stained with mist.

The drunkenness filled his heart a little, and his voice sounded in his ears again: "But that's it." ”