Yu Qianqiong stood up, moved the three pieces of fabric to the chair, then shook off the red fabric and spread it on the table.

The red fabric is light and thin but not transparent, and when you shake it in the light, you can see a little pearl, which is very gorgeous and beautiful.

Yu Qianqiong thought about it for a while, then picked up the big scissors and began to cut them with a click.

Tang Jiaren was stunned. She probed and asked, "You just cut it like that, what if it breaks?" ”

Yu Qianqiong glanced at Tang Jiaren and replied, "It's broken, recut." ”

Tang Jiaren suddenly felt that there was no need to hold out too much hope. She picked up the tub and walked out of the room, went to the well, fetched water, and washed herself. With nothing to do, she walked around the yard and watered all the flowers and plants.

After Yu Qianqiong cut the fabric, she picked up the needle and thread, pushed open the window, and looked at Tang Jiaren, with a gentle smile on the corner of her lips.

He had always thought that all luck had betrayed him, but only now did he believe that he was just accumulating his luck. Otherwise, how could you have met her?

I'm so happy that there is still such a person in this world who makes you willing to be gentle. Otherwise, what else is worth nostalgia and willing to fight in this world?

It's a pity that the time he loves can't be eternal. The second prince was in a hurry, and he had no reason to continue to prevaricate. Moreover...... He also needs Ouchi's medicine to keep him alive. If the beautiful woman can give him some blood, maybe he won't have to work so hard and walk on thin ice.

Yu Qianqiong stared at Tang Jiaren directly, her gaze fell on her white neck, turning into greedy desire. His heart was under a spell, and he kept saying: Just a little blood...... Just a little blood......

God knows how much he suffered. Only her blood can free him......

Just a little, just a little......

A little...... Not either!

When the beautiful woman and the Morian Holy Fruit returned after fusing with each other, no one recognized each other, and the biggest reason was fear. The fear of being divided and eaten......

Yu Qianqiong forced herself to withdraw her gaze, but she couldn't help but look again.

The needle in his hand pierced his fingers, causing him to furrow his brows and withdraw his gaze in an instant. Raise the belly of the thumb with beads of blood and bring it to your lips and suck it gently.

This is what blood tastes like, and it is unpleasant. This is also the revenge of blood, because it comes from the wound, and there is hatred.

Yu Qianqiong lowered her eyes and secretly warned herself: If the beautiful woman knew your idea of beating her blood, she would definitely abandon you as if she were a walker. Rather than living meaninglessly, it is better to endure this pain. I've survived so many years, why do I feel so hard now? Scold...... Sentimental!

Tang Jiaren had enough fun, sat on the edge of the well and took out those crumpled silver tickets, sighed heavily, and said: "It is said that gold and silver make people happy, but you need to know whether the gold and silver belong to you." Only by belonging to oneself can you be truly happy. Alas...... O miserable man! Put away the silver ticket, go back to the house, sit on the chair and watch Yu Qianqiong thread the needle and sew the dress.

Although she can't, she can see that Yu Qianqiong's needle code is uniform and meticulous, and she looks good and should not be underestimated.

Under the slanting sun, Yu Qianqiong's face is like a beautiful jade, gentle and quiet. The long eyelashes are like black *** resting on the petals, and occasionally they shake gently. His eyes were lowered, and his gaze fell on the red cloth in his hand, which was more serious than he had ever been. His expression is natural, his lips are lightly pursed, his movements are skillful, and his posture is graceful.

Unless...... His severed finger is always a reminder of the cruelty of the present, and Tang Jiaren will mistakenly think that he is looking at a beautiful picture.

Tang Jiaren turned her gaze, hooked the fabric on the table with her fingers, and praised: "I can't imagine that you really have this skill." ”

Yu Qianqiong cut the thread with scissors, threaded the needle again, and replied: "There must always be one thing that can calm down and calm down." ”

Tang Jiaren lay on the table, supported her chin with one hand, tilted her head to look at Yu Qianqiong, and said, "I don't think you look like an upset and irritable person." ”

Yu Qianqiong continued to sew the dress, and said with the usual expression: "When you are beaten half to death, only by calming down and calming down can you let yourself lower your body, not hold grudges, and believe that you can still find the faith to live." ”

From Yu Qianqiong's calm words, Tang Jiaren heard the sadness of being powerless to struggle and the absolute feeling of having to struggle. She wanted to say that it was good to kill the second prince, but she felt that she was not familiar with everything about Yu Qianqiong. It's easy for her to say casually, but if it's really so easy, Yu Qianqiong won't endure it so far.

She has her own troubles, and she can't get involved in other people's problems. It was inconvenient for her to ask more, but she did not forget her promise - to kill the second prince.

Tang Jiaren fiddled with the thread with his hand, and was a little weak. Occasionally looked up and glanced at Yu Qianqiong, and saw that he was sewing seriously, so he didn't make a sound to disturb.

The sun began to set at noon, and if you were not careful, it slipped out to the edge of the sky, and it was about to set.

The room was dyed red by Caixia, and even Yu Qianqiong's cheeks were coated with a faint flush, just like a bride to be married, sewing hope and the future with a needle and thread.

Tang Jiaren's gaze fell on his severed finger again, feeling a little awkward. With such a pair of hands missing, one finger must be God's jealousy and doesn't want these hands to be so perfect.

She wanted to ask him how the finger was broken, but she swallowed it again. The so-called shallow and deep words should not happen to her.

Tang Jiaren stretched out his hand and looked at the tail finger of his right hand. Originally, there was a small red line there, but since she fused with the Morian Holy Fruit again, that red line circle was gone.

Sometimes, she stands in front of a mirror and is suspicious. The current Tang Jia is still not the original her.

I was stunned in my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh softly.

Yu Qianqiong asked, "Why sigh?" ”

Tang Jiaren stretched the tone and said: "For the past that can't be returned, for the future that can't be seen through." ”

Yu Qianqiong: "...... ”

Tang Jiaren asked, "Why don't you speak?" ”

Yu Qianqiong replied: "I don't know what to say and don't say anything, and I don't say anything because I can't refute it." ”

Tang Jiaren pointed at Yu Qianqiong with her index finger, squeezed her eyebrows and said, "Oh, you learn from me." ”

Yu Qianqiong complimented: "I have benefited a lot. ”

Tang Jiaren sneered and said, "Do you change your name and personality?" ”

Yu Qianqiong asked, "What do you say?" ”

Tang Jiaren replied: "When you are Hua Fanmo, you are demonic after putting on makeup; After removing the makeup, it is very cold and melancholy. When you are Yu Qianqiong, you are proud and delicate when you wear a mask; Take off your mask...... After a slight pause, he hooked his lips and smiled, "It's quite virtuous." ”

Yu Qianqiong stared into Tang Jiaren's eyes and said, "I once heard an old man say that people's eyes only look at what they want to see. Do your eyes see me what you want to see? ”

Tang Jiaren was dumbfounded.

Yu Qianqiong sneered and continued to sew clothes.

Tang Jiaren muttered, "Well, I have to add a moody one." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly beautiful.

Xu is relationship took a step further, and Yu Qianqiong asked the doubts in her heart: "I still remember that there is an extremely thin red circle on the tail finger of your right hand." Now it's all gone. ”

Tang Jiaren touched the tail finger of his right hand with his left hand and said, "Yes." After being fished ashore from the glacier, not only the red circles were gone, but also the scars on his body were gone. Sometimes I wonder when I'm going to be gone. ”

Yu Qianqiong's heart sank, and she frowned: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

Tang Jiaren hooked her lips and couldn't help asking, "How did you break that tail finger?" ”

Yu Qianqiong smiled and said, "I thought you wouldn't ask." ”

Tang Jiaren: "I think this kind of thing is the most unsafe." ”

Yu Qianqiong narrowed her eyes and said, "Yes, I thought it was a lie to deceive myself." Scold...... He lowered his head and continued to sew his dress, and continued in his tone as usual, "The second prince gave me a task, let me take you back to Dongfengke, and I want to use you to threaten Tang Buxiu obediently. I didn't do it, so I cut off my tail finger and apologized. ”

Tang Jiaren suddenly didn't know how to say it. She looked at Yu Qianqiong's severed finger, touched her tail finger again, and said after a while: "It hurts, right?" ”

Yu Qianqiong replied: "Hmm. ”

The two didn't talk anymore, but they thought differently in their hearts.

When it got dark, Tang Jiaren lit two candles and continued to watch Yu Qianqiong sew her dress. Before she knew it, she closed her eyes and took a nap.

It wasn't until the two candles burned until only a small section was left that Yu Qianqiong sewed her dress, twisted her sore waist slightly, and looked at Tang Jiaren, who was sleeping sweetly on the table.

Tang Jiaren felt Yu Qianqiong's gaze, raised her head, opened her hazy eyes, yawned and asked, "Sewn up?" ”

Yu Qianqiong said: "It's still a little close." ”

The sleepiness in Tang Jiaren's eyes disappeared instantly, and she snatched her dress and said, "I'll try it first." He returned to his room, changed it quickly, and then lifted the door curtain, walked in front of Yu Qianqiong, stretched out his arms and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

The waist is in a red dress, and the red skirt is swinging, which is as glamorous as Manzhu Sawah. It's not good-looking, it's stunning.

Yu Qianqiong lost her mind for a moment. It wasn't until Tang Jiaren poked his chest with his index finger that he came back to his senses, picked up a needle and thread, and sewed a buckle on Tang Jiaren's chest.

Tang Jiaren said nervously: "You won't stab me, right?" Or I'll take it off and sew it for you. ”

Yu Qianqiong was silent, sewing the buckle seriously, without the slightest hint of teasing in her eyes.

Tang Jiaren closed her mouth, feeling that she was too noisy.

After sewing the buckle, Yu Qianqiong knotted the red thread and said, "I have something to do, I have to leave tomorrow." He lowered his head and bit off the red thread on Tang Jiaren's chest with his teeth.

Tang Jiaren stood upright, digested what Yu Qianqiong had just said in her heart, nodded, and didn't say anything.

There is no retention, no reluctance, no questioning. He didn't ask for her opinion, but just told her. Between her and him, it is said that they share weal and woe, but in fact they are not in the same camp. He has his own hardships, and she has her own compulsions. If you really want to meet each other, at least you have to be ruthless. Oh, she wants to kill the second prince again.