For dinner, the two of them went back to the house together.

Because Jiang Huan was mute, the conversation between the two was also avoided, and after the dishes were served, Ji Yixian took the chopsticks before Jiang Huan moved the chopsticks.

It's not a cover-up, it's what she is used to.

She has learned since she was a child, and she has served a part, and she is naturally handy in doing it.

The candle flame was warm, and after the two of them had eaten silently, Ji Yixian had no excuse to go to the study, but took the book and sat down on the Luohan bed, and asked Linglong to make a pot of tea.

Tasting tea on the moon, the red sleeves add fragrance, and this day can be regarded as pleasant.

And after eating, Jiang Huan, who went to take a bath and prepared to go to bed, didn't expect Ji Yixian to stay in the house for such an hour, and after bathing, she casually wore single clothes and walked out barefoot.

The girl's slender figure is particularly eye-catching at this moment under the candlelight.

If it weren't for those vertical and horizontal scars on her face, Ji Yixian thought, maybe she wouldn't have been so unlucky to be picked by the Lin family and given to herself.

Thinking about it this way, the always cold heart has also derived a bit of sympathy.

Jiang Huan felt a lot of his carelessness, and obviously knew that the other party didn't have that kind of thought, but he still covered his clothes without a trace, turned around very quickly, and hid behind the screen as soon as he slipped away, and then carefully pulled down the handkerchief on the screen frame and wrapped his hair.

If it was placed in the past, such a trivial matter, where would she be able to do it herself.

Jiang Huan thought as she sat cross-legged on the bed and dried her hair little by little.

After wiping for a while, she felt that her hands were a little sore and a little sleepy, but she could only hold on, ready to send the bottle of Buddha away to rest.

But the guy seemed to have made up her mind, she didn't leave today, she kept sitting on the Luohan bed with a book, and Linglong didn't know how many times she came in to add tea, she saw the teapot resting there through the screen, hot and cold, cold and changed.

The night is deep.

In fact, this is quite abrasive, Jiang Huan put the handkerchief back on the screen stand, put on her shoes, put on a coat and walked towards the Luohan bed.

As she approached, the man was still silent, and his eyes never took an inch off the scroll.

Jiang Huan had no choice but to climb onto the Luohan bed, sat opposite him, poured a cup of tea by herself, dipped her fingers in the tea, and wrote on the desktop: "Isn't the son of the world resting?" ”

Ji Yixian stacked the book: "The son? ”

Jiang Huan's fingers tightened, curled up slightly, dipped in tea very quickly, and wrote on the table: "Shouldn't you call the prince?" ”

She bowed her head and spoke humbly.

"Nope." His voice was still faint, "Shizi is very good." ”

After speaking, Ji Yixian covered the book: "It's not early, go to sleep." ”

At this time, Jiang Huan clearly saw that this person's fingers were as slender as jade, and the bones were distinct.

It's a bit ...... Eat one's heart out.

Jiang Huan just lay down wrapped in the quilt, and suddenly there was a fragrance of green bamboo around her.

It's faint, not as rich as it smells in the study, but it smells a little better than that.

Jiang Huan deliberately turned over, with her back to him, but her fingers were nervously clasped on it, and her skin showed a bluish-white color.

The candlelight in the room, still lit, penetrated into the bed through the curtains.

Ji Yixian didn't actually think about anything, but when he inadvertently turned over, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the man's delicate and slender neck, a small part of which was exposed, as bright as jade, and seemed to be a little shiny.

He curled the corners of his lips very lightly and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until there was a steady and long breathing sound on his side that Jiang Huan put all the hearts that had been lifted, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Following.

When Jiang Huan woke up, the position on her side was already empty, even if she reached out, it was cold, and even the residual temperature did not exist for half a minute.

She has always had a regular daily routine, and it's not that she woke up too late, but that the man left too early.

Jiang Huan stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of her neck, and after wiping away the soreness a little bit, she lifted the curtain and got out of bed.

Linglong and Qin'er had been waiting in the room for a long time, and when they saw her get up, they brought up the things that had been prepared one by one.

When Qin'er was dressing her, Linglong said, "Princess, your frame is ready." ”

Jiang Huan bowed her head towards Linglong, signaling that she knew, and then stood there, waiting for Qin'er to serve her to dress and comb her hair.

Because he is married now, he combs his wife's hair in a bun.

Jiang Huan looked intently at the terrifying face in the bronze mirror, and now it can be regarded as being able to accept it calmly, but it ...... Jiang Huan's hand unconsciously touched the scar on his face, and the tips of his fingers twitched slightly.

In order to prevent being seen, Jiang Huan pressed her fingers down again and covered them under the wide sleeves.

After she ate alone, she took the curtain from Linglong, put it on her bun, and went out through the back door with the help of Qin'er.

After Linglong stood in the courtyard and watched her in the distance, she snorted disdainfully, turned around and went to Ji Yixian's study.