Seeing that the person on the couch was holding up his spirit and staring at her, Yun Yanzheng's heart softened, opened the gauze tent, bent down and helped him up lightly, leaning on his body like that day, reaching out to untie his clothes, and slowly and gently taking off his blood-stained single clothes. His breath has been lingering in her ears, her ears have always been red, there are often wounded generals in the barracks, and she has seen it as ordinary over time, not to mention that in the imperial palace, more ridiculous things have been seen, but when facing this person, she is always red-faced.

Even though his face was red and his ears were red, she still knew that his shoulders were broad, his shoulders were delicate, his waist was slender, his texture was distinct, and the skin of his tentacles was as smooth as clotted fat and as smooth as jade. Her fingertips ran across his arm, and the corners of her lips smiled softly, as if at this moment she felt that she was not as jealous and wary of this person as she had imagined, perhaps she had seen his unknown side.

She changed him into a clean single coat again, from one sleeve to the other, her hands around his armpits, her fingers nimbly knotting the front straps on his chest. I just feel that this person is much easier to approach and affinity than when he was awake in his illness, and he does not have so many hypocritical faces and a cold attitude that rejects people thousands of miles away, and there are even fewer deep and unfathomable smiles that seem to be smiling, and the hidden light that cannot be distinguished in those dark eyes.

He pulled the soft pillow and thick blanket through, carefully wiped the blood stains on his chin and neck with the clean corner of his clothes, and then discarded them all before collapsing, replaced them with new soft pillows, and lifted the clean blanket to cover him again. Finding that his body had become cold and shivering slightly, Yun Yanzheng picked up the cup that was placed aside and put it close to his lips, and said softly, "Come, drink some warm water." ”

Gu Xi opened her lips and drank a glass of water carefully, still rubbing it into her warm neck socket, and murmured softly: "Cold, Ah Yan, I'm cold." ”

Yun Yanzheng put away the teacup and whispered, "You lie down, I'll go find two more blankets." ”

Gu Xi shook his head, almost touching her cheek and said quietly, "Ah Yan, I want to be with you." He raised his head slightly, his gentle gaze quietly grasping her clear eyes, and his lips were vain, covering her pale red lips. Yun Yanzheng only felt a slight warmth on his lips, and was about to dodge, but the lips had wrapped around her lips, and the warm feeling spread from the lips to all parts of his body, his arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her lips everywhere, the movements were extremely gentle, extremely tactful, like a butterfly and a flower touching each other.

She couldn't make up her mind for a while, whether to let each other go on like this, or whether to reject his confusion and frivolity. Her cheeks were flushed, was she really just a momentary soft-hearted letting this strange young man do it? Or is she really emotionally attracted to this person and confused, even if she knows that he is not sober, and she doesn't mind his kiss? Since when has she become so easily moved?

She shook her head, and he had deepened the kiss. With a click, her body leaned back against the pineapple rail, and her shoulders ached slightly from the intricately carved patterns, but her consciousness was quickly bewildered by his light dreamlike kiss. The feather scratching kiss touched her lips, and his lips touched hers, and the faint medicinal fragrance mixed with the unique smell of the boy blurred her breath, and her heart was subconsciously greedy; I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my addiction.

Her hands were on her hands, ready to refuse. His hand caressed her cheek, and the gentle and considerate rubbing seemed to soothe the hesitation and uneasiness in her heart. His kiss was sweet and soft that she had never experienced, and it was so reassuring and addictive.

Her hesitation and apprehension, he understood that he did everything he could to keep her and leave this kiss. He was already lovesick so fiercely, he didn't want to know that it was just around the corner, but he couldn't hug each other and get close, he repeatedly endured the resentment in his patience, who let her come today, who made her close to the place where he was within reach, who let her easily arouse his attachment?

Even if it is unscrupulous, it is to make her soft for him; is to let her have nowhere to escape, and let him repay the pain of lovesickness; It's to make her heartbeat overturn for him. His kiss was always gentle and tossing, slowly calming the thoughts in his heart. He looked into her eyes, and her crimson cheeks, a hint of a smile appeared in her dark eyes, and he let go of her lips and kissed her slightly distracted phoenix eyes, her beautiful nose, her small jaw, and her jade-like slender neck, all the way to her collarbone......

Yun Yanzheng felt that his kiss was no longer on her lips, and the kisses on her face and body made her unexpectedly frightened. She frowned a little anxiously, thinking that it was time to use force.

Gu Xi stopped moving, just pillowed softly on her collarbone. The side face pressed against her shoulder and breathed shallowly, and the five fingers holding her wrist were no longer cold, but had a faint warmth. He didn't move for a long time, and she heard a soft murmur as promised: "I don't want to be separated from you anymore." For a moment, his doubts seemed to be relieved, and he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, and let him fall on top of him, his eyes distracted.

After a while, I heard him breathing steadily and peacefully, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

This nightmare is finally over. She let out a sigh of relief, feeling in a trance that she had passed such a long time, and she didn't feel a little ridiculous, but there seemed to be some faint nostalgia and joy in her heart, what was going on?

She lifted him up, lay him back down on the couch and slept well, covered with a blanket, and gently brushed the hair from his cheeks with her hand. Reflecting the translucent morning light, I stared at him for a long time before turning around and going out. When she passed the bronze mirror in front of the window, she subconsciously paused, looked up, and her fingertips gently caressed it, and the white forehead was a peach that he had drawn and had coagulated with blood.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and her eyes melted, but she raised her sleeves to wipe them off. The peach blossom that didn't belong to her in the first place, why did she keep such a mark?

He slowly opened his eyes on the collapse, quietly looked at her back and stared at her movements, and there was a hint of darkness in his dark pupils. Although she knew that she couldn't walk out with such a mark, how could she just erase the mark on him so easily? He is ruthless, but he has always cherished each other's past, is it really just a shallow relationship?

In the study, when the dark guard quietly reported the movements in the "Weiyun Garden" to Yun Yanjin, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes. What the hell is going on with these two people? Was Gu Xi really seriously injured, or was he acting in front of them? Judging from the blood stains on Yun Yanzheng's body and the blood stains on his clothes and blankets that he cleaned up, he really did it so realistically to confuse the enemy's ears and eyes?

But if it is said that he was injured, when the imperial doctor came to diagnose him before, he did not mention that he had serious trauma on his body? If he was injured that night, he could not see that the man who talked eloquently and smiled showed signs of forbearance, and besides, he also instructed him to prepare more sheep intestines and bloody clothes in case of emergency?

True and false, false and true, soldiers, sophistry.

Yun Yanjin lowered his eyes and sighed lightly, looking at his people, he really couldn't really hope for it.

He could have ordered someone to do something in the bloody clothes of the sheep intestines in order to find out the truth that was closer to the truth, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hide Gu Xi as a doctor, and he felt a little guilty after all, and he also knew him sincerely, so he disdained to use such a method of spying. The reason why he asked Yun Yanzheng to visit was to hope that when Yun Yanzheng didn't know the details, his true feelings of concern would be revealed, and how much he could move Gu Yan's lofty and cold heart.

Cherish talents and employ people, or need true feelings to maintain.

His handsome and well-defined face, looking at the green shadows outside the window in the sunlight, was like how many insects, scorpions, rats and ants were hidden under the country, constantly corroding the foundation and pulse of this great country for decades.

Two days later, the queen mother in the palace was also frightened, not only did there be ghosts and horrors in the palace, but also Yi Wang Yun Yanqi had an accident. King Yi couldn't stand the depressed atmosphere in Beijing, and went out of Beijing to hunt in the Tongshan Royal Hunting Ground, but he was attacked by stray arrows, but fortunately, the accompanying guards swore to save him from death. Even so, he was also killed in evading pursuit, bruised all over his body, with arrows on his shoulder, and the bloody clothes stripped from his body, which made people frightened. After the queen mother was shocked, she sent a steady stream of rare medicinal materials from the palace to Yiwang's mansion, and sent an academician of the Tai Hospital to treat it in person.

Later, the Ministry of War received a tip that it was said that the assassin who assassinated King Yi was harbored in the "Daixiang Pavilion". Yin of Yuecheng Mansion led the troops to surround the "Daixiang Pavilion", one of the three major rouge workshops in Beijing, and searched it inside and out, took away several people with suspicious identities, and put them in the prison of the Criminal Department.

In the afternoon, in the study of King Heng's Mansion, Yun Yanzheng and Yun Yanjin sat opposite each other, playing chess with seeds and talking softly.

"Who is the assassin of King Yi?" Yun Yanjin pinched a sunspot between her fingers, frowned slightly, and her eyes were pensive.

"It stands to reason that the other party should not make enemies on all sides, this is not good for their situation, and once there are assassins, Jingzhong will definitely search everywhere. It doesn't seem like the other party's strategy to divert his attention, and the assassination of King Yi is too realistic, as if he wants to completely anger him. Yun Yanzheng's voice calmly analyzed the spy reports collected in the past few days, and a white seed had just fallen in his hand.