In the carriage heading to the Shen Mansion, Shen Hanxi kept his eyes closed and pretended to sleep, and Song Ran looked at him several times, feeling a little complicated.

It was clearly that she was offended, why was it him who made a fuss?

Does she still have to coax?

She put away this thought, and silently turned her eyes to the copper lion ear incense burner in front of her, and her eyelids began to fight in the curling white smoke of the soothing incense. Yesterday she couldn't sleep well, and it was only about an hour or two that she actually fell asleep, and today she ran with her all day, and she only felt tired.

After a while, she sat there and took a nap......

After the carriage arrived at the Shen Mansion, the porter hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and before he stepped forward to open the curtain, Shen Hanxi had already landed, still holding a person in his arms. He was curious in his heart, but he didn't dare to look fixedly, let alone ask more, so he only respectfully followed aside, watching his master step into the door with someone in his arms.

On the way, I heard him lightly instruct: "Let the kitchen make some food, send it to my room, and get a girl's clothes, which are cleaner." Looking down at the delicate face of the person in his arms, he said lazily, "It's a pity that the snow satin horses given by the emperor last year have been pressed at the bottom of the box, and they will be used to make a few clothes in the future." ”

The subordinate hurriedly responded, and his heart was shocked, his own adult was ...... The Iron Tree is blooming?

Shen Hanxi didn't say anything anymore, and went to the main house in the north with Song Ran in his arms.

When he walked to the bedside and was about to put her down, he suddenly felt a little nostalgic for this soft body, and leaned down to place her in the bed, but the person did not leave immediately.

He took off the gauze hat from her head, straightened her black hair, and looked at her unsuspecting sleeping face, and his eyes deepened.

Her hair was thick, her forehead was straight, her eyebrows were unkempt but not messy, and her nose was small and delicate.

There is no place in this face that does not please his eyes.

The first time he saw her, he liked the face.

He, like any man in this world, kept her in his heart for a superficial reason.

Therefore, between killing and not killing, he chose to spare her life.

It's a pity to kill it, you might as well keep it and see. Chromophobia is also, and he is naturally no exception. There are thousands of women in this world, and there are really few who can follow his eyes everywhere. When the saint's body and bones were still good, he gave him beauties almost every year, and in the first few years, he was still alive and raised, and occasionally he would go to someone to sit there, and then he became powerful, so he didn't even give the saint's face.

Now think about Bo Xing's benefits and Bo Xing's benefits, now, the backyard of his Shen Mansion is clean and quiet, and there will be no turmoil. If she moves in in the future, she only needs to be his Mrs. Shen in peace, unlike the backyards of those big families, where there are too many women, and trivial things can make a fuss.

With her temperament, she probably won't like to fight with others. He was also reluctant. Listening to her voice before, she seemed to have suffered a lot at home, and he wondered in his heart what kind of home made her resist so much. The Mo family is the most prominent family in Dajing, and she is a young lady in the lineage, even if she has not developed a high-flying and domineering character, she should be delicate and cute, and she doesn't know what the suffering of the world is.

But what about her, she opened a six-chen shop, and she could be happy to the sky with a monthly income of one hundred taels, where is half the nobility of the daughter of the family? Just looking at her hands, her fingers are not touching the spring water, but judging from her temperament, even those girls from small families are better than her.

Her younger brother is more like a family child. It's just that the scars on his body are extraordinary.

This pair of sisters and brothers are really alike, and they are full of mysteries.

He couldn't see through her more and more, and he wanted to see through her more and more. I want to tear off all her disguises to see what kind of past has made her such a person.

Song Ran was drowsy, he always felt itchy on his face, and opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a pair of eyes full of mist. What fell on his face turned out to be Shen Hanxi's shallow breathing. Realizing that he was no more than a stone's throw away from her at this time, she was breathing slightly and her expression was a little stiff, and she wanted to turn her head sideways to avoid his gaze, but he held her face with both hands and imprisoned her in place.

He pressed it down without saying a word, and his hot tongue poked into her mouth, as if searching for something, eager and undisciplined.

Behind him was a silver-red soft smoke tent, which looked at it from a distance, like a light haze. The room was routinely lit with soothing incense, but the faint fragrance was suppressed by the rich blue musk between his layers of cuffs.

She couldn't move, and her hands couldn't help but clench the sheets under her, because she was unprepared beforehand, and there was some resistance to his movements at this time. He withdrew from her mouth, his dark pupils wrapped in a misty mist, and looked at her deeply, as if to take her whole person into his eyes.

He was so close that even his eyelashes were clearly visible. A man with such long eyelashes is not guilty of a crime?

He opened his mouth to call her name, and the burning breath fell with the voice: "Shaowei." ”

Her sanity was pulled back by him, and he answered vaguely, calling out, "Your Excellency, ......"

He leaned into her ear, and his voice was low and hoarse: "This official has a name, call to listen." ”

Her heart jumped, and her hand holding the sheet tightened: "I...... Can't. ”

A sudden damp heat fell from her neck, causing her whole body to tremble, his lips tossing and turning around her neck, and his hand moved into the cotton gauze brocade quilt, touching her somewhat cold hand.

At the sound of her rumbling heartbeat, he straightened up, put the hand he had picked up from the bed into his palm, and with the index finger of his left hand, wrote two words on her palm.

The gentle force ran across her palm prints, tickling her slightly. He lowered his eyes, didn't look at her, and resumed his lazy tone: "You can remember this name firmly, and this official will never write it a second time in his life." After that, he glanced at her, "When I stood up for others, I was very bold, but when I came to this official, I didn't even dare to call a name." He laughed mockingly, and said, "Now that you're awake, let's change your clothes and get up to eat." ”

After Shen Hanxi left, she sat up from the bed. Looking at the palm of his name, he was stunned for a long time, and then he clenched that hand with great care.

At that time, she didn't know what was going to happen next, and if she knew, how could she let him leave with annoyance.

Much later, she recalled that her timidity was so out of place.

But what about regret, regret, she can't go back to this moment.

Soon a maid entered the room and changed her clothes, and the other party brought a white plain gauze with a folded branch flower, with a rain-soaked azure-colored lower skirt, and even the belt around her waist was a very plain and unsightly color, as if she knew her preferences on weekdays.

After she had changed it, she heard the maid say again, "The girl should come and let the slave measure the size." ”

She couldn't help but wonder: "What is the measurement?" ”

The little maid smiled: "Naturally, it is to make clothes." The lord said, there are some royal satin in the house, which have been pressed at the bottom of the box, isn't it a tyrannical thing? It is better to make a few clothes for the girl, and in the eyes of adults, only the girl is worthy of these satins. ”

Song Ran didn't think that Shen Hanxi would be so numb, these words were probably added to the vinegar of this little girl. But the corners of her lips rose slightly, and even she didn't notice it.

After measuring the size, the little girl retreated, she cut her hair again, and then turned the silver-red soft smoke tent and walked to the hall next door, only to find that in addition to Shen Hanxi, there was another person standing there.

She called, "Lord Xia? ”

Xia Xiaoqiu heard the voice and looked back at her, at that time, the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. She had never seen Xia Xiaoqiu's expression like this. Her eyes were frighteningly red, and there was not the slightest warmth in her dark eyes, and she could read from them that she couldn't restrain herself...... Beholder.

She couldn't help but look at Shen Hanxi, but saw him sitting at the round table in rosewood, his fingers gently rubbing his jade wrench.

His cuffs were wide and hung down at his side, and at this time, he looked like a god and Buddha that could only be viewed from a distance but could not be approached.

Her heart panicked for no reason, she took two steps forward, and her voice began to be unstable: "What's wrong?" ”

Xia Xiaoqiu stared at her, and finally sneered: "Miss Song is hiding deep enough." It's a shame on me...... Trust you so much. His hand pressed on the saber at his waist, and under the influence of the internal force, there was a soft groan from the scabbard, as if a cold light would jump out of it at any moment.

The more uncertain Song Ran's heart was, the more calm he became: "What do you mean by this, please make it clear to Lord Xia." ”

"Explicit? Okay, I'm going to let you die today. Xia Xiaoqiu said in a calm voice, and then rushed out the door, "Bring people in!" ”

The light at the door dimmed, and two people entered.

A tall brocade-clothed man threw the man he was holding to the ground with a heavy push of his hand.

Song Ran looked at the man and saw that he was covered in blood, and the clothes on his body could no longer be seen in their original color. Apparently tortured, he was convulsing lightly at this time.

Shen Hanxi, who was sitting there, picked up the blue-glazed teacup in his hand and didn't raise his eyelids.

Xia Xiaoqiu said: "Miss Song, your people can't do it, Helan Jue only interrogated for half a day, and then all of them were recruited." ”

Song Ran's feet were like a thousand weights tied to him, and he moved to the man step by step, squatted down, and stretched out his hand towards him.

The man's body trembled heavily, and then he ducked to the side in fear.

She whispered, "Don't be afraid. Then, with a gentle movement, he ruffled his hair. Under the messy hair, a fairly clean face is revealed. The man looked at her steadily, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his head, as if he felt embarrassed, and muttered, "Don't blame me." Don't blame me ......"

Xia Xiaoqiu also squatted down on his knees, he supported the ground on one leg, and looked at Song Ran coldly: "Miss Song, this person, you shouldn't say that you don't recognize it." ”

She narrowed her eyes, paused for a while, and said softly, "I recognize it." ”

She has a good memory, so she naturally recognizes that this person is Jinyilang who went to her house to search for people when the Ting Weisi chased and killed the mute. She had also seen him in the tailor's shop that day, and he had asked for her name and told her that she was like an acquaintance of his.

Xia Xiaoqiu saw that she didn't deny it, and the ridicule on her lips was more: "Then do you know what Helan Jue found in him?" Without waiting for her to reply, she lifted the back of the man who was curled up on the ground.

I saw that on his back, between the two shoulder blades, there was an ink-colored Xuanniao tattooed.

Xia Xiaoqiu said: "This was originally covered with a human skin, if it wasn't for today's punishment, who would have found out that there were people from the Mo family hidden in my court guard." Moreover, he is also the domestic slave of the Mo family. ”

The domestic slaves of the Mo family will tattoo the family crest of the Mo family in this position.

She finally understood how the person in front of her would leave so happily when the Imperial Guards searched the Song Mansion that day. It's not because he received the benefits of Zhong Bo, it's because he was originally a member of the Mo family.

"Isn't Miss Song surprised when she meets her old acquaintance in a foreign country? Oh, I shouldn't call you Miss Song now. Maybe I should call you, Miss Mo. ”

Xia Xiaoqiu's eyes looked coldly at the woman in front of her.

She knelt there distinctly, but her back was straight, and there was no fear or timidity in her expression.

His eyes were even cooler, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "In addition to this, there are more surprises." ”