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Jiang Huan screamed and got up from Ji Yixian's lap, her face was as pale as paper, and there was a cold sweat on her forehead, she spread out her fingers and put them in front of her eyes, her palms were also sweaty, and the palm prints were wantonly interspersed between the palms, and at a glance, it was very messy.

Han Yong raised his head from Moxiang, looked over curiously, glimpsed, shook his head, and sighed: "Look at your palmprint numerology, this life is destined to be troubled and displaced." ”

Han Yong didn't look at Ji with an envious and ugly face, and made the final conclusion, "It's a lonely widow." ”

"It's nonsense, it's nonsense." Ji Yixian scolded softly.

Han Yong ignored him, but instead reached out and grabbed Jiang Huan's fingers very lightly, and smiled with her as always: "But it's a nightmare?" ”

Jiang Huan's eyes rolled slightly, and then the whole person immediately curled up and covered her face with her hands.

Not to mention Han Yong, even Ji Yixian was startled by her sudden movements, Ji Yixian's strength in holding her shoulder was a little looser, and then he said, "What are you dreaming about?" ”

The darkness that spread up in an instant settled Jiang Huan's heart a little, but it was so stable, but behind Ji Yixian's mouth, it suddenly disappeared.

Her body trembled, forcing herself to calm down in an instant, and recalled the scenes in her dream one by one.

She didn't even understand why she had such a dream, as if God had given her another warning.

In the dream, she saw Ji Yixian wearing a suit of armor, carrying her father's head, and carrying a sword towards her step by step......

She, Ji Yixian.

The Shen family, the Ji family.

If it was before, she could still comfort herself, it was just a dream, but now, when she got to know Ji Yixian more and more, she didn't dare to deceive herself anymore, Ji Yixian was obviously a wolf in sheep's clothing, and he was never a harmless person.

The exposed knuckles begin to slowly whiten.

Ji Yixian stretched out his hand to cover it, and his tone was gentle that he had never heard before: "Jiang Huan, what's wrong with you?" ”

Listening to the voice, Jiang Huan suddenly raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, but she sadly found that she couldn't do anything.

And her eyes were brighter than before.

Clear to her eyes, full of him alone, he looked through her eyes, looking at his worried gaze, and the uncontrollable palpitations rising in his heart.

In a panic, he heard his own voice: "What's wrong with you?" But nightmares? ”

She looked at him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, she wanted to ask him a lot of things, but she didn't ask a word when it came to her mouth.

At the end, she grabbed the fingers of his sleeve, gradually loosened it little by little, and changed to another light look: "Why am I here?" ”

"Don't you remember?" Ji Yixian asked almost cautiously.

Jiang Huan took a deep breath: "I remember, I should be eating wine in the teahouse." After speaking, she felt that something seemed wrong, and added unhurriedly, "And Aqi." ”

Ji Yixian couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart at the moment, and the fingers he put on her arm gradually retracted: "It's hard for you to be so drunk, and you still remember things." ”

"I've always had a good memory." Jiang Huan ignored the ridicule in his mouth, and sat there with her head down, the ink covered the corners of her eyes, but no one saw it.

Han Yong added on the side: "I went to the teahouse with Lin Yuan to catch up, who knew that I met you and a man who was drunk there, so Lin Yuan took you back to Jishitang, and poured you sobering soup just now." ”

"But Jiang Huan, with your amount of alcohol, you still dare to go out drinking with others for fun?" Han Yong scrunched his eyebrows and sneered, "I said that your heart is really big." ”

"He spoke very interestingly, so he chatted casually." Jiang Huan explained, "I just didn't think that my alcohol consumption was so shallow, and I would get drunk after a few glasses of wine." ”

"I'll find out later." Han Yong smiled, "But in the future, you should eat less bars, after all, not every time, Lin Yuan can meet you." ”

Jiang Huan pretended to be calm and pulled the long hair behind her: "I know, I won't in the future." ”

She is also a rare indulgence.

Thinking that he would soon be able to leave Suzhou and Dayan, this heart could not be controlled, a little fluttering, plus the Shen family was relatively good at drinking, and when he met such a happy thing, wasn't it only for drinking for fun?

Jiang Huan covered the emotions in her eyes and raised her head with a smile: "Doctor Han, I don't know if what we said before can still be counted?" ”

Han Yong raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Huan very puzzled: "What's the matter?" ”

"You heal my face." Jiang Huan smiled, "Look, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, how about today?" ”

Han Yong naturally had no opinion, and in Jiang Huan's faintly expectant gaze, he nodded slowly: "Naturally, you can." ”

Due to the injuries on her face, after some time, the easiest way is to cut the parts on her face one by one with a knife, and then reapply the medicine to remove the scar and restore her face to its original flat and tender appearance.

It is only a method of re-opening the healed wound with a knife, which will undoubtedly cause great pain to the recipient, and it is very rare for anyone to be willing to use such a method to heal the wound and remove the traces.

Jiang Huan lay there calmly, her eyes open coldly.

The tip of the knife flashed across her face, and the cold light pierced her eyes.

Ji Yixian stuffed a piece of cork over: "It will hurt a lot to do this, or you can bite it, and it can reduce the pain a little." ”

"Thank you." Jiang Huan didn't resist hard, so she naturally took the cork, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit it between her lips and teeth.

Han Yong found a place to sit down beside her, kept gesturing with a knife in her face, and told her very solemnly: "After a while, I will knife you, don't hit me." ”

Under Han Yong's playful gaze, Jiang Huan nodded.

Han Yong held the knife and shook it in front of Jiang Huan's eyes again, then turned his head to Ji Yixian with a smile and said, "Or, or you come?" ”

"After all, there is such a big living person as you, who is eyeing me from behind, I am afraid that if one of you doesn't pay attention, he will draw the wrong place, and then the two of you will not be able to work together to beat me up."

Ji Yixian's fingers moved, but after a while, he still rejected Han Yong's proposal.

Han Yong, who was rejected, was not half angry, but still smiled and began to clamp Jiang Huan's jaw and move.

Han Yong's strength is not large, and for Jiang Huan, it is still within a tolerable range. While re-scratching the healed scars, he looked at Jiang Huan's clear eyes, there was no emotion, indifferently as if he was spending something else, not her face.

Thinking of this, Han Yong also had a heart.

When he opened the next wound, Han Yong used a little force, but it was only three or four points, and he didn't forget that there was another person behind him who was staring at him with a pair of eyes all the time.

Although it is only three or four points of strength, it is enough for them to ache for a while when placed on ordinary people's bodies.

But this bit of strength is insignificant to Jiang Huan.

After all, this strength is ten percent higher than when she was whipped by King Guangling in prison, and compared to this, it is really a small thing.

Seeing that she was still not moved, Han Yong was a little uncertain now, he quietly turned his head to look at Ji Yixian, and sure enough, seeing his current face, it was simply ugly to death.

Han Yong swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, and smiled: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." ”

Jiang Huan calmly took the cork out of her mouth: "It's okay, go on." ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the blood on her face poured into her mouth faster, and the smell of blood filled her mouth made her nauseous.

Han Yong said: "Bear with it, just bear with it." ”

When Han Yong was sweating, he finally used all the wounds on her face to cut open, not only Jiang Huan's face was covered with blood, but even Han Yong's hands were covered with blood.

He turned around and scooped the sweat towel out of the water, wiped the blood off her face, and then began to apply the medicine, and then wrapped her entire face with something.

And Ji Yixian's gaze also shifted from Jiang Huan's face to the copper basin.

A basin of clear water has now turned into blood water, red and gorgeous. Although he knew that this was just a cure for injuries, he didn't know why he was so stuffy in his heart, and he was also panicked.

He turned his back and covered his heart with his hand.

Han Yong worked hard all afternoon, and after he was completely done, it was already the willow tip on the moon, he sighed while pouring himself a cup of tea that had been cold: "It is said that the willow tip on the moon is about after dusk, but I can only be here alone with you two faces that I don't know how long I have seen, sad and lamentable." ”

Jiang Huan turned over and sat up from the couch, took the bronze mirror handed over by Ji Yixian, took a look, then went out of the house to find a place, and spit out all the blood in his mouth.

Ji Yixian lifted his robe, snatched the tea from Han Yong's hand, and followed him out of the house.

He poured a cup of tea and handed it to her: "Rinse your mouth." ”

Jiang Huan took it without hesitation, raised her head and put all the tea in her mouth, and then spit it out, repeating this seven or eight times, and then she felt that the taste of blood in her mouth had faded.

As soon as she got up, she heard Han Yong's heartbroken voice: "You two are really violent creatures, do you know what that tea you use to gargle is?" ”

"I am reluctant to pour this tea for a new one when it is cold, you actually take it to rinse your mouth, oh my God!" Han Yong squatted down covering his heart, only wishing to smoke his eyes with something again, then wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and then cried and accused them.

Jiang Huan thought about the aftertaste of the tea, and said very casually: "Isn't this cloud tea?" ”

Han Yong raised his eyebrows slightly, and returned to his previous hippie smiley face: "Jiang Huan, do you know Yunwu Tea?" ”

"Yes." Jiang Huan naturally spoke, but as soon as she said it, her face changed suddenly, and she didn't speak.

However, Han Yong added very naturally: "Yunwu tea is Hengshan tea, only because it grows Hengshan, so it is called Hengshan tea, and I am worried that because of its unique shape, coupled with the place where it grows, it is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, which is also called Yunwu tea." ”

"But Yunwu tea, but Daqin's tribute tea, Jiang Huan, how do you know that this is Yunwu tea."

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