The text isn't over yet.,It's just that there's something to write today.,And I don't want to break it.,So I started to put it in advance.,Today's two chapters are the last half-wall of the picture.,Don't decide if you're not familiar with the plot of the previous book.。

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Duanhe fifteenth year, the second day of the seventh month.

In the bedroom of the Compassion House, the candle flame was curling, and the light and shadow on the wall were swaying with the white smoke rising slowly, and suddenly there was a painful cry, breaking the silence.

Murong Yan walked in from the outside, holding a small porcelain box in his hand, and saw Jiang Huai kneeling on the stall, the man was not used to wearing a hairpin, and wanted to take it off, but accidentally shaved his hair.

"Don't move."

Murong Hui walked over, put the porcelain box on the dressing table, and then sat behind Jiang Huai, helped her tuck back the hair she had shaved out little by little, and said, "After the ceremony, you will have to comb your hair every day in the future, remember?" ”

Hearing this, Jiang Huai looked up at himself in the mirror.

The eyebrows are like blades, the eyes are black like ink beads dripping on white paper, and the red lips are colored, as if a touch of blood is flying on the head, which is very beautiful.

Sure enough, my mother was right, I was very suitable for heavy makeup.

"Mother."

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "I don't like to comb those cumbersome buns, and in the future, I will only tie my hair up high every day and make a ponytail hang, okay?" ”

Murong Hui chuckled lightly, and let her temperament go: "As long as the emperor doesn't blame you for being rude, you can give it a try, but if you are punished, don't blame your mother for not reminding you." ”

"The emperor won't punish me for this little thing."

Jiang Huai smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were flying, and he immediately stood up with his skirt, sat on the round stool one step opposite Murong Hui, and said mysteriously: "Mother, you don't know, I will soon be promoted to the fourth rank of the imperial industry." ”

Murong Yu was really stunned, and looked up in surprise: "Really? ”

Jiang Huai nodded, and said in a rebellious tone: "The emperor said, I am a rare Wang Zuozhicai in a hundred years, and it is most suitable to serve the dragon case, but the court has been too busy recently, so it has been postponed, but the canonized jade edict has been handed over to the Ministry of Rites." ”

"That's great."

Murong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, touched Jiang Huai's hair, and looked at the child walking on the edge of the cliff every day, how could she, as a mother, not hang her heart.

"This shows that the emperor trusts you." She said flatly.

Speaking of these, the smile on Jiang Huai's face slowly faded, his eyes were more cautious, and he said in a cold voice softly: "Mother, don't worry, even if the emperor wants to find out my mistakes, it is still very rare, not to mention that even if the emperor doesn't trust me, I have a way to throw this distrust on others." ”

Murong Hui chuckled slightly, and bitterness flashed in her eyes.

Sure enough, the three sentences are not far from their true colors.

"If you know how to do it, it's fine."

Murong Hui said, taking Fang Cai's small porcelain box, which contained some red viscous liquid, which was made of gecko flesh and cinnabar, and was the raw material for guarding the palace sand.

"The woman and the sand should be regarded as chaste."

Murong Yan said calmly: "Mother knows that you are not afraid of pain. ”

"Shoumiyasha."

Jianghuai grew up in Dayan, where the people are open, and the degree of freedom for men and women to marry is very terrifying in any country on the plains, and Jianghuai has always liked to pay little attention to the old customs used to imprison women.

"The status of women is low, and it is undoubtedly humiliating to order this palace sand again."

Jiang Huai thought about it, and said it casually.

After she finished speaking, Murong Hui's face gradually became serious, Jiang Huai's pupils trembled slightly, and he realized that he was open-mouthed, and said in a low voice: "Mother, it is Jun Xing who lost his words." ”

"It doesn't matter if you lose your words in front of me, I'm afraid that you will lose your words in front of the emperor." Murong Yan slowly lowered his voice, "These are not only when, but also have to be cautious in words and deeds in order to go for a long time." ”

Jiang Huai bowed his head seriously: "I remember." ”

"That's it, take off your clothes."

Murong Yi saw that Jiang Huai was working very hard in the dress, so he relieved himself.

Jiang Huai did so, took off the heavy robe, only to feel that the whole person was lighter, she sat down in the moon-white underwear, rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, and then stretched out.

The white and greasy skin, like a real jade carving, is even more crystal clear in the firelight at this moment.

Murong Hui held her wrist, and with the other hand, she took out a three-inch-long silver needle from the drawer of the dressing table, and the needle touched her skin, and she instructed, "Don't move." ”

Jiang Huai smiled lightly: "Mother, I have practiced martial arts in the Liudao Pavilion since I was a child, and the pain of breaking bones and cutting flesh is still commonplace, so why not be afraid of the sting of this little silver needle." ”

Hearing this, Murong Yu's hand shook slightly.

She had seen the wound on Jiang Huai's waist, although it was covered with a plum branch tattoo, but if she looked closely, she could still clearly see the texture of those scars, which was so hideous and terrifying.

This kid has suffered too much.

"Mother."

Jiang Huai noticed Murong Ye's strange appearance, and didn't want the man to feel sad for himself, so he joked: "Are you afraid that the stab is not good, I will show it to Huajun and Ah Yue, I will be laughed at." ”

Murong Yan glanced at her with disgust, and then he used his dexterous strength to make the silver needle easily pierce Jiang Huai's skin that could be broken, and the blood instantly came out and condensed into a bead.

Then, she took the handkerchief and pressed it, sucking all the blood dry, and then used the silver needle to pick up some red paste from the porcelain box and slowly put it on the wound.

"Shhhh

Jiang Huai frowned violently.

Unexpectedly, the silver needle puncture was pediatric, but when the wound came into contact with the red sand, it was immediately like being burned by fire, and at the same time, the liquid overflowing from the red sand was drilling into the wound unhurriedly, Jiang Huai's arm was painful and trembling, and he was not self-controlling at all.

"It hurts."

Murong Hui said lightly.

Jiang Huai's aching forehead was sweating, but he still said stiffly: "It doesn't hurt." ”

Soon, the small amount of Shougong sand was absorbed by the wound, and a half-inch long and wide blush could be seen under the white skin, which was converging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Alright."

Murong Yan glanced at it, helped her put down her sleeves, and said with a light smile: "When you get up tomorrow morning, there will be a little red mark here, and after three days, it will not hurt." ”

Jiang Huai nodded, glanced at the sky outside, got up and said, "Since this is the case, then I will go back to the Xinju first, it is late at night, and my mother should rest early." ”

Murong Hui responded.

Jiang Huai left a casual smile, and then put on the regular clothes prepared by Lu Zhen, and turned around and left unhurriedly.

Murong Ye stared at her back, and for a moment, sighed softly.

Today's ceremony, the court's courtesy is like a tide, and the treasury in the backyard is almost overwhelmed, which shows the power and connections of this child in the previous dynasty, as a fifteen-year-old female official, she is too good.

But the highest peak, and undoubtedly the most dangerous.

As a mother, Murong Hui could see the difficulties and obstacles behind Jiang Huai's turning of his hands into clouds, got up and walked slowly to the window, blinked lightly, and said, "Keep your heart, keep your heart." ”

Lu Zhen stood at the door and said, "Don't worry, old lady, the second lady is the most powerful." ”

Murong Hui didn't look back, only said, "She knows what she wants, and that's enough." ”

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…

After leaving the Compassion House, Jiang Huai quickly returned to his Mind House, but before he could enter the main room through the courtyard, someone suddenly chuckled on the courtyard wall on the left.

"Jun Xing, I'm here."

Listening to the voice, you can know who it is, Jiang Huai didn't turn his head, and said directly: "Why are you here?" ”

"Don't be so ruthless."

The man smiled: "Of course I'm here to see you." ”

When Jiang Huai heard this, he turned his head to look over.

The night was late, fortunately, there were no thick clouds covering the top, and the bright moonlight was like a thin veil, gently covering the young man's body.

Ning Rongzuo was dressed in a black silk embroidered gold python robe, with a silver belt at the waist, and his long black hair tied high behind his head, scattering and swaying, revealing his extremely good-looking face.

He jumped off the wall lightly, walked over and chuckled, the charm between his eyebrows and eyes was really beautiful and thrilling, Jiang Huai's heart shook when he saw it, and his heart said that this person was really a personal disaster.

She lowered her head to avoid shame, but she saw the purse tucked by Ning Rong's left waist, she only felt familiar, and reacted after a few seconds, and said in her heart that this was not the purse she embroidered on a whim?

"This purse?" She asked.

Ning Rongzuo also glanced down, then took it in his hand, and said with a smile: "This, I specially asked for it from the embroidery lady in the palace, they said, you felt bad after embroidering that day, so you threw it away." "But I don't think there's anything bad about this purse except for the uneven stitches and ugly embroidery." ”

The corners of Jiang Huai's mouth twitched, and he said that the most important thing in the purse is the stitches and embroidery patterns.

Ning Rongzuo sensed her anger, and immediately changed his words in a panic: "...... This...... This embroidery is very beautiful, you see this duck skating, vivid. ”

"That's the white goose floating ......"

Jiang Huai gritted his teeth and corrected.

Ning Rongzuo's smile froze on his face, paused, solemnly tucked the purse back on his belt, looked at Jiang Huai puzzled, and asked, "What do you want it to do?" ”

"You embroidered it, of course I'll put it away."

Ning Rongzuo said, with some smugness in his eyes: "I not only have to take it, but I also have to show it to the third brother, and I will be angry with that guy." ”

Jiang Huai was speechless, this is really a cautious person.

No one in the palace knows that King Duan is devoted to himself, and he deliberately disgusts people.

"Alright."

Jiang Huai pushed him: "You have seen it, it's time to go." ”

Who knew that Ning Rongzuo grabbed her hand and was about to speak, but when he saw Jiang Huai hissing lightly, he immediately knew what was going on, pushed Jiang Huai's sleeve up, and said distressedly: "Does it hurt?" ”

"Sort of."

JAC did not lie.

Seeing this, Ning Rongzuo didn't care about the emperor's concubine, he lowered his head and blew it carefully for her, Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, and then blushed slightly, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

After blowing a few more times, Ning Rongzuo raised his head and asked, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Jiang Huai hurriedly shook his head.

As a result, Ning Rongzuo stared at her and smiled evilly: "What are you blushing for?" ”

"I am ......"

Jiang Huai immediately pale and defended: "I'm in pain!" ”

"But you don't even say it hurts."

Ning Rongzuo chased after him.

Jiang Huai said without thinking: "That's because ...... This Shougong sand is so ugly, I don't like to be angry...... Angry blushed. ”

"Oh-"

Ning Rongzuo pulled a long note with ill intentions, then lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Then I have a way to make your Shougong Sand disappear." ”

Jiang Huai subconsciously said: "What a way." ”

Ning Rongzuo bit her lip, clasped her head to prevent her from moving, and then leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and Jiang Huai's face instantly turned bloody.

"Dengzi!"

Jiang Huai pushed his chest away, and then punched him in the face, but because his agility was not as good as Ning Rongzuo and grabbed his wrist, the man turned around with a smile, only taking her far away, and stopped abruptly in a whirlwind, it was against the wall behind his back.

Looking up again, Ning Rongzuo was close at hand.

"It's all said, you can't beat me."

He smiled and looked at Jiang Huai, who was half a head shorter than himself, that person didn't have to be light, the makeup was just right, especially the bloody lips, full and shiny.

"Be strong." He loves nicknames.

Jiang Huai was stunned by his tone, and said awkwardly: "You know that you are bullying me." ”

"Who called you a bully."

Ning Rongzuo pressed against her forehead and hummed softly, while Jiang Huai listened to it in his ears, his face tensed for a few seconds, and finally he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't make trouble." ”

"I didn't make a fuss."

After Ning Rongzuo finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed her chin and slowly lifted it, and in the man's somewhat surprised eyes, he couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.

The four thin lips were close to each other, Jiang Huai was tense, and he wanted to struggle, but his lips were loose, and then Ning Rongzuo said some commanding words: "Don't move." ”

Somehow, Jiang Huai was really obedient and didn't move, just reached out and grabbed Ning Rongzuo's loose sleeve, and the man didn't make any further moves, just kissed softly like this.

It was about ten seconds later, Ning Rongzuo raised his head, looked at the person in his arms who had already died of shame, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, I don't have any willow disease." ”

Jiang Huai always suffered from his injury, so he angrily pushed this person away, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and ended up rubbing his mouth with grease everywhere.

"Don't rub around."

Ning Rongzuo opened her hand in disgust and wiped it with his sleeve, but a red light flashed from the cuff to attract Jiang Huai's attention, so he asked, "What is this?" ”

Ning Rongzuo chuckled and took out the thing, Jiang Huai looked at it, it turned out to be a pigeon's blood-red wrench, this thing was natural, and there was no trace of artificial carving.

Especially the blood, not the slightest mixture, very rare.

Seeing that Jiang Huai liked it, Ning Rongzuo put his mind at ease, took Jiang Huai's left hand, put the wrench on her left hand, lowered his head and kissed it lightly, and said: "Jun Xing, promise me that you will carry it with you for the rest of your life, and it will never be good to take it off." ”

After that, he looked up, and there was an affectionate paragraph in his eyes that could not be concealed.

But Jiang Huai looked at it and suddenly said innocently: "What about when you take a bath?" ”

…

…

Ning Rong closed his eyes angrily, opened them again, and said in his heart that this dead girl is really an atmosphere killer, and then said angrily: "Yes, you can take it off when you take a bath." ”

"What about when you sleep?"

"Yes."

"What about the time to clean your hands?"

"Yes."

"That ......"

"Stinky girl, don't take an inch."

Ning Rongzuo scratched Jiang Huai's itch, the man giggled, dodged a step away, Ning Rongzuo looked at her smile, was in a good mood, licked his lips, and tasted her sweetness.

"Now that the gift has been delivered."

Ning Rongzuo said with some reluctance: "Then I'll go back first." ”

Jiang Huai pursed his lips and chuckled, nodding.

"I wanted to give you a solo birthday."

Ning Rongzuo said with some regret.

"It's okay." Jiang Huai raised his left hand, "I like it very much." ”

"That's good."

Ning Rongzuo said, took a deep breath, turned around and jumped over the high wall and disappeared.

Jiang Huai glanced nostalgically in the direction he left, and then turned around and walked towards the main room, but when he pushed open the door of the room and was about to step on the threshold, someone suddenly said behind him: "Jun Xing!" ”

Jiang Huai turned around, and the man appeared on the wall again, thinking that the man was going to say something, but he just smiled and said, "That...... I'm gone. ”

Jiang Huai said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll see you tomorrow morning." ”

"See you early."

Ning Rongzuo nodded and disappeared again.

"The ......"

Jiang Huai said suddenly.

"I'm not leaving!"

Before the words fell, Ning Rongzuo appeared again.

Jiang Huai couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go." ”

"Oh, okay."

Ning Rongzuo disappeared again.

Jianghuai also entered the house and closed the door.

"Jun Xing!"

But the man on the wall showed his head again.

Ning Rongzuo looked at the closed door and smacked his lips in disappointment: "Stinky girl, why is there no tacit understanding so much, see how I clean you up tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he finally left completely.

And a door away.

Jiang Huai leaned against the door, and when he heard that, he snickered.