Zhou Cheng smiled: "Isn't the general in pain?" Painkillers are coming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ：。 *.

Zhao Tuo looked inside, and shook his head helplessly: "The general's hundred military sticks are not for the princess, are you sure that when you see the princess, the general will not be more painful?" ”

Zhou Cheng's thick eyebrows twisted: "Lao Tzu didn't think about it so much, you Southern Barbarians are trouble!" ”

Zhao Tuo is a southerner, born with fine skin and tender meat, known for his beauty in the pro-guards, often joked by those soldiers and flirted lightly, and he couldn't hear Zhou Cheng's words "Southern Barbarian" the most, so he dragged his shirt out of the door at the moment: "Zhou Da, Lao Tzu still looks down on you northern nephews!" Walk! Go out and have a fight! ”

The inner room was burning with soothing incense, and the gauze curtain in front of the bed was light, so you could see that the person on the bed was lying on his stomach, his head resting on his arms, his handsome face was facing outward, and his phoenix eyes were closed and he was asleep, however, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if the wound was very painful, or that there was something troublesome in the dream.

Bai Lijing slowed down, stood in front of the bed and watched quietly for a while, not bothering him, but sitting on the black lacquer footrest on the edge of the bed, lowering her body, the same height as the bed, so that she had a sense of security that was not abrupt at all.

The past month or so has been like a dream, she has not slept soundly for a night, every time she wakes up crying from her sleep, looking at the emptiness around her, and finding that those carefree and heartless days are gone, and it seems that only resentment, ridicule, disdain and cold eyes remain.

Her old life was too smooth, and she could have whatever she wanted, so her retribution also came.

A failed love affair is a catastrophe, even if the person who survives the catastrophe survives, she will never fall in love with another person again, even if she is still so young, she is still flying on the surface, but her heart is already cowardly.

The reason why she married herself to Mo Wen, who was a wife of Ke, without hesitation, and chose to marry Han Ye on the same day, was just to see what Han Ye's expression was at that time - hugging his delicate sweetheart, watching her marry a dying sick man who had pretended to be a lady in front of him for four years, would he be a little moved?

Hehe.

No.

Han Ye was indifferent.

On that day, the two wedding sedan chairs were carried out of the noon gate of the palace at the same time, and she saw through the gap in the sedan curtain that he was sitting on a horse in a red wedding dress, looking straight ahead, and his expression was as indifferent as ever.

At that time, she stared at his handsome face until tears flowed, and laughed silently in the sedan chair - how ridiculous, she still hoped that he would look back at her, and even expected him to jump off the horse, lift the curtain of her sedan chair and say, Yaya, come with me, you can't ruin yourself!

The Buddha beads are fake, the wedding dress is fake, Han Ye is fake, and all love is fake!

She even had an epiphany at that moment - seeing her so self-loving and self-depraved, Han Ye was afraid that he looked down on her more and more in his heart, right? He might have thought that the sword revenge she stabbed his sweetheart was revenge, right? He didn't even have to do anything, he didn't have to do anything, he had already smashed her heart to pieces......

Therefore, everything now is her own fault, her father is very disappointed in her, so is the queen mother, and He, who is far away at the border, will definitely be very disappointed. Because, last winter, she brought Han Ye to He and happily told him that Han Ye was her lover, and when she reached the age of eighteen, she would marry Han Ye.

In just a few months, her determination, self-confidence, and love have all disappeared, how can He not be disappointed in her?

It's a pity that he couldn't hide it, he still rushed back all the way, and for her, he was punished so heavily, seeing Jing Xiaobai, who used to be free and easy, is now so useless, he, disappointed, right?

……

I don't know how long later, Situ He on the bed opened his eyes, and at a glance he saw the girl beside the bed, she was facing away from him, sitting on her low pedal with her knees crossed, and the whole person was curled up in a ball, and he almost couldn't see her.

Without making a sound, or reaching out to open the curtain of the tulle, Situ He looked at the girl's vague shadow through the hazy slit.

He was five years older than her, and he had been by her side since she could walk. He took her to play and drive her crazy, so that she could be ranked among the "four gentlemen" in Shengjing when she was ten years old, and she was surrounded by his peers, several years older than her, so she knew that Mo Jue, the second eldest son of the Mo family, Li Shu, the eldest son of the Li Mansion, did not know the fourth Mo Yu of the Mo family who was the same age as her. The circle she lives in is his circle, and she is his unabandonable little follower.

As the years got older, Li Shu, Mo Jue and others began to secretly run to the "Bibo Pavilion", where the "Bibo Pavilion" was full of dogs and horses, with the best wine and food, the most bewitching beauties, and even, there were intoxicating little people.

At the age of sixteen, Mo Jue was obsessed with the Oiran of the "Bibo Pavilion", Li Shu fell in love with the weak little man, he Situ He didn't know what the "Bibo Pavilion" was, so Dafang took Jing Xiaobai, who was dressed as a man, to join in the fun.

Hiding behind the door to watch the lively scene inside, his heart was pounding, his face was burning badly, Jing Xiaobai was short, he didn't see anything in his way, pouting his ass and lying on the crack of the door to continue to look inside. In a hurry, he carried her on his shoulders, covered her eyes and dragged her out.

"He, what are you doing!" She thrashed and punched him: "Hurry up and let me down!" I haven't seen enough yet! ”

He shouted, "Don't make any noise! Don't look at it! You are not allowed to come to this place in the future! ”

The old bustard of Bibo Pavilion waved a tulle silk scarf and twisted it bewitchingly, and touched his face: "Yo, little boy, why don't you sit for a while anymore?" Like a girl or a little brother, we have it all here! ”

He brushed away his grease-smelling hand and said angrily, "Get out!" ”

The old bustard said angrily behind him: "Yo, the little boy is shy, and his face is red!" Welcome back next time! ”

Walking out of Bibo Pavilion for a long time, his face was still burning, and he suddenly heard Jing Xiaobai say on his back: "He, I saw ......"

He breathed a sigh of relief at leaving the place, and asked, "What do you see?" ”

Jing Xiaobai said bluntly: "I saw two people kissing." ”

He stumbled under his feet, almost fell, hurriedly put her off his shoulders, and stammered, "Hu...... Nonsense! You don't see anything! ”

Jing Xiaobai blinked her dark eyes and said firmly: "I saw it!" See it so clearly! The woman was sitting on the man's lap and they were kissing! ”

The sixteen-year-old boy didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he sat down under the Bodhi tree on the side of the street, grabbed his hair irritably, and said, "Jing Xiaobai, you are wrong! You're dazzled! ”

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and two soft lips were imprinted on his lips, and he opened his eyes wide to look at another pair of black eyes close at hand, facing each other, and the two lips were close to each other, and they did not move for a long time.

After a while, Jing Xiaobai straightened up, her two little hands were still on the side of his face, and asked casually: "He, why are those two people so happy to kiss their mouths?" I see they're all laughing, but why aren't you laughing? ”

He sat by the flower bed under the linden tree, his tall figure was shortened, his first kiss was lightly taken away by an eleven-year-old girl who was eager to learn, and she also asked him to continue to answer her questions, he was actually dumbfounded by the question, this is really not like the appearance of the first gangster in Shengjing!

Jing Xiaobai's little hand touched his face and pinched it again, she blinked her eyes again, and persistently asked, "He, why are you blushing?" ”

He angrily took off her two hands, hugged her waist and hugged her aside, stood up, raised his feet and walked forward: "Jing Xiaobai! You're really ...... I'm! ”

Walking two steps away, he heard the footsteps behind him follow as before, and then continued to stride forward, almost subconsciously, he reached out and touched his lip, and licked it carefully with his tongue, it seemed that he could still smell the roasted sweet potatoes on it, yes, she had just eaten the roasted sweet potatoes from Zhuangyuanqiao......

Somehow, from the very beginning, his heart was like a deer, and he was more unforgettable than seeing the fragrant scene in the Bibo Pavilion, and the girl's big black and innocent eyes came to his mind from time to time, as well as the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

At the age of sixteen, when Mo Jue was obsessed with the first night when the Oiran bloomed and the buds were gone, when Li Shu fell in love with Xiaoqi and finally figured out that he liked a male color, his first kiss was taken away in a daze, which made him have a deep infatuation with the roasted sweet potatoes of Zhuangyuanqiao from then on, and even Jing Xiaobai didn't know the reason.

Time flies, and from spring to summer, the Bodhi trees in Hokkeji Temple become leafy. It was hot that summer, the cicadas were crowing in the treetops, and even if there were ice cubes in the house, it was still steaming, and during the lunch break, she lay on the same bed with him, and he fanned her with a fan, and as soon as his hand stopped, her brows immediately furrowed.

He lay on his side opposite her, fanning her fan, while carefully looking at her sleeping face, and began to be full of melancholy, when she grows up, she must be a stunning beauty, and she is so cute and lively, if he keeps mixing like this, I don't know who will take her away when she grows up.

The girl's skin was fair, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were long, her cheeks were whirring, and her lips were half-open and half-closed...... The more he looked, the more he couldn't take his eyes off, he involuntarily poked his head over, and gently kissed her lips, which were as soft as dragonfly water, and he was reluctant to let go when he kissed them, and the end of his nose had the illusion of roasted sweet potatoes.

He chuckled and kissed her cheeks and eyes again, holding the fan's right hand to support the side of the bed and not daring to press her, the action was light and light, but unexpectedly, she suddenly frowned and raised her hand to call, he didn't dodge, and his cheek was slapped lightly and heavily. He was startled and stared at her with wide eyes, but saw that the girl was not awake at all, she was just hot, and blamed his fan for stopping.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and lay back carefully, and continued to fan her casually, thinking that no one would find out about the kiss, but his father outside the window looked at her.

At dinner, Jing Xiaobai went back to the palace, and her father, who had never been smiling, said, "Do you like Jing'er?" ”

Although he asked, his father's tone was so sure that he was choked on the food and choked on the cough.

The father didn't wait for him to reply, and continued: "No matter how stubborn Jing'er is, she is also the princess of Daxingguo, and her marriage is related to the face of the entire Daxingguo. If the queen wants to choose a good match for her, that person may be the Emperor of Western Qin, or the prince of Jinyang, or the champion of this dynasty, they are either young heroes, or Wen Taowu is strategic, the most poor, and brilliant, but it can never be you, a gangster who has achieved nothing. ”

His rice stalk was in his throat, he forgot to cough, and it was difficult to get stuck.

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【Daily Theatre】

Xinhe: Her first kiss was mine.

Han Ye: Her first love was mine.

Mo asked: →→ isn't it a reverie for people to push like this? Is it trying to hint at her what is mine? All you get are floating clouds.

Xin Gan He & Han Ye: Poultry! Beast!

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