"Miss, take the medicine and go to sleep! Slaves and maidservants are guarding you outside. Seeing that Shangguan Jingyu had taken the medicine, Fu Yuan extinguished the candle outside and went out with a basin.

Leaning against the bedpost, Shangguan Jingyu only felt that the pill was in his stomach, and a wave of coolness spread rapidly from his throat. The internal organs and even the brain became clear, and there was an illusion of shock.

Gradually, a wave of tiredness hit, and Shangguan Jingyu felt that his eyelids couldn't hold on. The cool feeling was very comfortable, and she slowly closed her eyes.

She lay down and fell asleep groggily, and after a while, she felt in a blur that the mattress beside her suddenly sunken down, as if someone was sitting on the edge of the bed.

The half-asleep state made her feel like she was dreaming.

In her dream, there was a pair of hands gently caressing her face.

The hands, slightly burning in their palms, stroked her cheeks and finally took her hand. Ten fingers clasped together, palms together.

She could feel the gentle fingertips rubbing against her palm, but her body didn't obey and couldn't move. All the voices were stuck in the chest, and I couldn't get my lips out.

Warm breath hit her face, and finally ......

There is something soft and glutinous on the lips, which is the warmth in the depths of memory, and it is also the indelible pain in life. Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, silently.

"Nerd." A low, familiar voice sounded in his ears.

The tears were gently caressed away, and she only felt that her hands were empty, and the mattress bounced back again. The silence returned to the beginning, silently, as if nothing had happened.

In vague dreams, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

In the end, Shangguan Jingyu was woken up by the sound of Hibiscus's footsteps.

"Fleur?" She sat up in shock.

"Miss, the slave is here." Fu Hui came over with the basin, hurriedly wrung the towel and handed it to Shangguan Jingyu's hand, "It's rare for Miss to sleep so peacefully, and the slave doesn't dare to wake you up." ”

After wiping his face, Shangguan Jingyu felt that he had sobered up a lot, "Fuyuan, what time is it now?" ”

"In a quarter of an hour it should be noon, is the young lady hungry?" Fleur hurriedly helped her out of bed, "Slave maid go and prepare lunch for you." ”

"Noon?" She was slightly stunned, why did she sleep so deeply? She didn't dare to ask if anyone had been there last night. In the end, she is now an unmarried woman, and some things are still difficult to talk about.

Fu Hui said, "Miss is used to sleeping lightly, it's rare to sleep so peacefully today, Chonggongzi's medicine is indeed a good thing." Miss's complexion is much better today, white and red, so good-looking. ”

Shangguan Jingyu stroked his cheek, was last night's scene true or false? Dreamy? She remembers crying, remembering someone whispering in her ear, all her own nightmares?

"What's wrong with Miss?" Fleur was puzzled.

"It's okay, where is the heavy son now?" Shangguan Jingyu asked.

Fleur hesitated for a moment before whispering, "In the peach forest." ”

"Fleur, go get ready, I'm hungry." She got up, dressed skillfully, and listened to Fleur's footsteps disappear outside the door. After taking a deep breath, he straightened up and counted his steps out.

The sun outside must be very good, although it can't be seen, it is still warm on the body. In the sun, there is a faint floral fragrance.

Holding on to the bamboo railing, she walked slowly down the stairs and counted her steps into the courtyard.

Her eyes closed slightly, and she heard the melodious sound of Xun in the wind. The sound of Xun is slightly whimpering, but it seems to be able to blow the spring breeze for thousands of miles, and directly teach thousands of flowers and rain to fall in front of you.

She could imagine that in the peach blossom rain, the man she had never met was alone in a wheelchair.

Following the sound of Xun, she stretched out her hands and slowly groped forward, moving small steps under her feet.

I have touched one peach tree after another, and there is an uneven garden under my feet. She walked extremely carefully, and if she was not careful, she would most likely trip over the debris under her feet.

Suddenly, the sound of Xun stopped abruptly.

Shangguan Jingyu was slightly stunned, and suddenly lost his direction. She stood there, thinking for a moment before she dared to follow the direction in her memory and continue to walk forward.

The next moment, she was suddenly tripped by vines under her feet, and before she could scream, she had already rushed forward.

Suddenly, a warm embrace instantly surrounded her. I was shocked, but I felt that I was being beaten and held in my arms. To be precise, it should be sitting on someone's lap.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she smelled the faint scent of roses, as well as ......

Her forehead was pressed against his neck.

His jaw was pressed against her bun.

This was an extremely intimate act of embracing, and the direct sect Shangguan Jingyu froze on the spot. She was just about to get up to speak, but a familiar Xun sound came from close in her ears.

Xun, not compared to the flute, not compared to the flute, the whimper is mixed with wordless sadness.

A song of Xun, thousands of miles of dust and smoke, complaining about the broken liver and intestines.

Shangguan Jingyu suddenly came back to his senses, then jumped down, and when he landed, his feet were unstable, and he suddenly stumbled and sat on the ground. Xun's voice stopped abruptly, and a pair of warm hands immediately reached over and grabbed her shoulders, "Did it hurt?" ”

It is heavy tin.

She pursed her lips and got up, feeling embarrassed, and subconsciously patted the dust on her body, "It's okay." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Chongxi exhaled with relief.

"Are you blowing Xun?" She asked.

Joong-seok let out an "um" and said, "Do you like it?" ”

Shangguan Jingyu only felt that her face was hot, but she was sitting on his lap? Except for Xiao Dongli, she has never taught other men to hug so affectionately in her life. I was a little panicked, but my face still pretended to be indifferent, "I blow it well." ”

"Xun is a thing, and the attribute of the eight tones is the earth sound." Chong Xi said with a smile.

Hearing this, Shangguan Jingyu's expression was slightly gloomy, and he blurted out, "The void is thick and the outside, and the circle is sharp and down." The device is self-circumferential, and the sound is not fake. Looking at its positive five tones, six rhythms, rigidity and softness must be in the middle, and the turbidity is lost. ”

"If you use the same merit to make the gold and stone, how can you take the horse?" Chongxi was stunned, "Will you "Xun Fu"? ”

"Skip a few glances." She smiled, the crimson on her face gradually fading, and she regained her senses, "What's so strange about this?" ”

Chongxi sneered, "I am the prime minister of the court, a very popular minister, and a young lady of the old prime minister's house......"

"What's wrong with the young lady of the Xiangfu family? Could it be that my father is the prime minister, and I have to learn the art of strategy with me? If my father is a general, then shouldn't I also learn to ride and shoot? If you don't take a hundred steps through the poplar, it's a shame, isn't it? She could hear what he was saying, and before he could finish speaking, she had already taken over the conversation.

This is justified and irrefutable, which is her character in her previous life.

Hearing this, Chongxi was stunned, and was speechless for a long time.

Shangguan Jingyu frowned, only then did he realize that he was a little excessive. To Chongxi, she actually ...... As a self in a previous life, he showed his strong temperament to the fullest.

"I ......," she muttered, "not intentionally against you." ”

"Fabulous." He whispered, "True temperament." ”

She was puzzled, "What did you say?" ”

Chongxi smiled, "I can see that you like Xun very much." But......," he sighed softly, "the Mansion of the High Gate probably doesn't like such a slightly sad thing. ”

Shangguan Jingyu was silent.

The body was suddenly dragged into his arms, and she was just about to start scolding, but her hand was stuffed. He pressed her fingertips directly on the sound hole, and the warm breath hit her ears, "I'll teach you!" ”