Mao Ziyi, as usual, sang outside Hui Xiuyuan's window at this hour. Since his return from the cold palace that day, he has been like this almost every night, even the days when he was injured.

She never opened the door to meet her, nor did she say no. The two maintained a tacit understanding in this way, and through a door, one sang softly outside the hall, and the other listened quietly inside the hall.

It's just that Mao Ziyi didn't expect that he had just sung the first sentence tonight, and the door of the temple behind him was opened with a "creak".

He jumped up from the ground and looked at the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him in a daze.

In the middle of the moon, under the hazy moonlight, her eyebrows and eyes are as soft as a painting. The eye waves are like peach blossoms in March, light and soft, and there is a faint fragrance all over the body.

"I... I·· But... Bothering you? He hesitated for a long time before he could spit out such a sentence.

Hui Xiuyuan looked at him at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake, and couldn't help but smile.

"If everyone is here tonight, I'm afraid you won't have enough to cut off a hundred heads." She teased.

Mao Ziyi's heart chuckled, everyone didn't stay here overnight, so she must be sad in her heart. He looked up at her for a long time, but he didn't find a trace of sadness on her face.

He sighed faintly, as if he was a little more fortunate and a little happy in his heart.

His eyebrows and eyes were warm and handsome in his contemplation, and he actually made Hui Xiuyuan look stunned. She chuckled and shook her head self-deprecatingly.

"The smell of flowers in the house is too strong, you can help me move it out." She groaned for a long time before she looked up and said something like that.

"Okay." Mao Ziyi didn't even think about it for a moment, and then opened his mouth to respond.

Hui Xiuyuan led him into the dormitory, pointed to the pot of pomegranate flowers on the table, and said lightly: "That's it." ”

Mao Ziyi glanced at the entire dormitory, delicate and elegant. Carved beams and paintings, swaying curtains, carved railings and jade masonry, the air is filled with a light and elegant fragrance.

Because of his status as a guard, this was the first time he had entered her dormitory.

His gaze followed the direction of her finger and fixed it on the pomegranate flower. Pomegranate flowers have many sons and many blessings, which means that he still knows.

Hui Xiuyuan saw that he was distracted, and said to herself: "The Queen Mother heard that everyone is having dinner tonight, so she specially sent pomegranate flowers. I'm afraid she didn't know, but before she sent it, I had already driven everyone away. ”

She lowered her head and shook slowly, a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mao Ziyi's body trembled, he forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Niangniang, you shouldn't be like this. ”

"It shouldn't be like this." Hui Xiuyuan chuckled, paced to the door, and gently closed the door with her bare hands. "I don't know it's right, my child's revenge hasn't been avenged, and I should cater to his demands."

She frowned, stared at Mao Ziyi's back, and said word by word: "But I can't do it." ”

Beads of sweat on Mao Ziyi's forehead came out little by little, and for some reason he felt the inexplicable heat of this dormitory. His hanging hands were clenched into fists, trying to restrain the long-suppressed emotions in his heart.

"Niangniang, it's not too early, go to bed early, the lowly will help you carry the flowers out."

Hui Xiuyuan didn't say anything to stop him, and quietly watched his actions.

Mao Ziyi felt that the beads of sweat on his body had soaked his underwear, and he leaned over to carry the pomegranate flower, but suddenly a strange fragrance entered his nose. Only then did he realize that the fragrance of the whole room was emitted by this pot of flowers.

Just as he was about to touch the flower pot, his brain suddenly felt dizzy, and there seemed to be an open flame burning in his body, which caused him to be hot and dry.

He staggered, his fingers pressing against his temples in an attempt to calm himself.

Hui Xiuyuan stood quietly in place, a little more turbulent in her cold eyes. "You said I shouldn't have chased him away tonight, and I said you shouldn't have come here tonight."

Her crisp voice melted into Mao Ziyi's heart like a gentle breeze and drizzle. He frowned, "What does that mean?" ”

Hui Xiuyuan walked up to him, her slender fingers touched his resolute cheeks, and she exhaled like an orchid: "The stamens sent by the Queen Mother are smeared with fascination pollen. ”

Mao Ziyi gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart, he grasped the hand that was messing with his cheek, and said with the last shred of reason: "Niangniang will ruin herself like this." ”

Hui Xiuyuan felt that her wrist was held extremely tightly by him, she just bit her lip and didn't speak, and a faint pink floated on her beautiful cheeks at some point.

After a long time, she asked, "Are you complaining that I used this on you?" ”

Mao Ziyi saw that there seemed to be a little bit of water in her eyes, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he slowly closed his eyes.

The hot fire in his body had made him unable to say a word calmly, "It's not worth this kind of revenge." He almost gritted his teeth and said it.

Hui Xiuyuan's eyes shook when she looked at him, and her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly. It turned out that everything she did was just a means of revenge in his heart.

She defended, "I'm not..."

Before she finished speaking, Mao Ziyi suddenly opened her eyes and leaned over to kiss her on the lips. The softness of the moment when his lips touched completely shattered the last shred of his sanity.

The long-suppressed love in my heart gushed out like a volcano and was out of control.

The kiss swept like a storm, making Hui Xiuyuan completely stunned in place, her eyes widening and looking at the handsome face that was close at hand.

When she came back to her senses, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hang the arc of happiness, her eyes trembled slightly and slowly closed, her hanging hands wrapped around his neck, and she began to take the initiative to respond to this kiss.

Hui Xiuyuan's initiative obviously surprised Mao Ziyi. He opened his eyes slightly, watching her eyelashes tremble slightly, and instantly tenderness filled the entire eye.

His rough palm caressed her slender waist, only to find that the beads of sweat had already soaked her clothes, and all the previous calmness was just her own force.

He left her lips and brushed a little on her lips as if nostalgic. Leaned over and picked her up, striding towards the bed.

The drapes of embroidery and knitting in the house are swaying and ethereal, the candles are gradually burning in the breeze, and the bright red pomegranate flowers are particularly beautiful in this starlit night.