It was already afternoon when she woke up, Chen Jiaojiao was so tired that she couldn't straighten her waist, closed her eyes and rolled over and continued to sleep.

Before she could wake up, she felt his hand on her waist again.

She was powerless to resist, but this time he eased up a lot, and gradually brought her to bliss.

It was like this for several days, from the clouds to hell, depending on his mood.

Sometimes she didn't know how she could provoke him with her expressionless face, and that she must have had his tooth marks on her that night.

But sometimes he is also gentle, not impatient, leading her inch by inch.

The hot air was filled with the aroma of sinking water, and Chen Jiaojiao softened her heart and body spinelessly.

Their relationship can be described as a bed buddy, he doesn't come during the day, but only comes at night.

When she awoke, he was gone, taking some of his belongings with him, and leaving the luxurious golden cage.

She is really like a bird, the master came and teased, the master did not come, she passively waited.

Chen Jiaojiao looked at the window, she sat here for a long time throughout the day, watching the sky go from bright to transparent. Then it was dusk, and then it was completely dark.

Day by day, she saw a little bit of the magic of nature.

"Master, Your Majesty asked you to come over."

Nannan interrupted quietly, and Chen Jiaojiao tilted her head in confusion, "Are you sure he wants me out?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty will give you half an hour to prepare for the dance and go to the banquet. Your Majesty said you know what the dance is. ”

Chen Jiaojiao frowned, she really didn't understand what he was going to do.

He may be talking about a pan dance, a peculiar dance.

With their toes smeared with paint, they dance and paint on a white plate.

After the dance, there is a bamboo forest on the plate, or ten miles of peach blossoms, all depending on the person dancing.

She is a little interested in it, she has practiced since she was a child, but she hasn't jumped for a long time.

When you grow up, your bones are heavy and you are no longer suitable for this kind of dance, and if you don't lift your strength, it's easy to crush the plate.

So she was entangled and didn't want to dance this dance, and it was always bad to do ridiculous things in front of the ministers.

Nannan opened the cage, handed her clothes, and led her there.

Finally walked outside, Chen Jiaojiao squinted her eyes, and the wind brought a fresh and cold breath.

She wrapped her long white dress tightly and quickly followed Nannan.

*

In the Jiuhe Palace, everyone was eating and drinking, talking and laughing quietly.

At today's banquet, most of the people in the DPRK and China came, and they couldn't help but guess His Majesty's intentions in the conversation and laughter.

Qi Yan sat on the top, stroking his hands and looking down.

His purpose is very simple and clear, the news of the poisoning still leaked, and he appeared in front of everyone just to show them that he was still alive.

Otherwise, the wind will spread, and it will be time to ring the death knell.

"Your Majesty, why hasn't this Princess Wenning come yet, is it difficult that someone has to be invited."

This is an old general before his father, Qi Yan raised his eyes and didn't say anything.

thought that he would be the founding father of the country when he entered the palace, and a group of soldiers led by him did not obey him.

Qi Yan knew, so the old man Dou Huayong was curious about Chen Jiaojiao, and asked her to come here to take a look at him, then take a look.

She will never be more important than his cause.

While speaking, Chen Jiaojiao had already walked to the door, took off the clothes wrapped outside, and walked in.

The hall is like spring, she is not cold, and she has no habit of shrinking her hands and feet, so she naturally lifts her skirt and walks forward.

The long white dress swayed with her steps, like the crystal wings of a butterfly, and the sleeves were embroidered with pink patterns, graceful and playful.

Qianqian's thin waist, Yingying's hand.

There is only a little powder on the face, but it is still dazzling.

Everyone in the hall forgot to breathe for a while, and the rumored people walked out, which was convincing.

The rumors are really true.

Chen Jiaojiao ignored the attacking eyes and glanced at a familiar person.

Xu Chengbo was stunned and carried the kettle, and did not react until the water overflowed the cup and flowed onto his body.

It was the little fairy who fell from the sky that day.

After he returned, he couldn't sleep at night, thinking about her smart look and that whisper.

Holding it in his hand is not heavy at all, the light aroma is fragrant, and he can't stop swallowing saliva, and he doesn't know if the little fairy heard it.

She seemed to smile at him at the end, even if she was content to die immediately.

But he was released from prison and never had a chance to see her again.

Unexpectedly, her name is Chen Jiaojiao, Princess Wen Ning.

A good name, worthy of her.

Chen Jiaojiao seemed to remember who he was, puffed out her mouth and quickly withdrew her gaze, but someone's face was no longer good-looking, she sighed, feeling that she had to suffer again tonight.

"This is Princess Wenning?"

Someone on the side asked, Chen Jiaojiao raised her head to look at Qi Yan, and didn't pay attention.

Dou Huayong was not annoyed, laughed and stroked his beard up and down, "I don't know what show the princess brought?" ”

His squinting eyes couldn't help but hide it, and when the ministers heard him say this, they also became bold, looked at each other, and talked about each other in obscene words.

She heard it, and he heard it.

He Shuming was also unfortunate to hear it, and kept giving Qi Yan a look, so that he couldn't help it.

Qi Yan just looked down at her, in the light, her eyes were like water, but with a faint coldness, as if she could see through what he was thinking, and she was unwilling to struggle.

He was actually hesitating, swallowing so many words in his mouth, feeling that he didn't owe her an explanation.

But her attitude made him a little unbearable, did she dislike him anymore?

When the white disc was sent up, Chen Jiaojiao was not afraid.

Isn't it a show that he called her here?

She lifted the hem of her skirt and stretched out her toes to try to step on the disc, and it went up smoothly without breaking.

The paint in front of her was clearly the color of bamboo, she took a deep breath and nodded, and the sound of the lute sounded beside her.

She hadn't jumped for a long time, and she didn't quite skillfully turn around in the center, and then went to dip the paint.

Ten slender fingers danced, and her long hair fell straight down with her footsteps, exuding fragrance.

The limbs are long, and when the clothes slip off the raised arms, you can see the delicate skin like cream, and the snow white is pink, as if it can wring out water.

Everyone held their breath and slowed down their breathing, she was like a fairy, noble and dazzling, shining like a star in the sky, shining directly on people's hearts.

I didn't dare to stretch out half of my blasphemous heart, I just wanted to find a treasure box and place her.

Qi Yan kept looking at her toes, and the prototype of the bamboo forest on the plate had been roughly completed.

He remembers that she loved to paint bamboo forests because it was simple, and she only needed to dip the paint once.

Every time she copes with the teacher's inspection, she will use the bamboo forest.

This should be the only serious thing she has been playing around for so many years and has not given up.

He probably hadn't seen him in a long time, at least four years.

It's the same as the first time I saw it, only amazement.

It's just that she fell that time, crying and crying and reaching out for him to hug, and instead of dragging him to scold the teacher together.

Every time he was punished by the teacher, the first time he must have run to him crying and showing him the red palm.

Even if she is never comforted, she will come.

The pattern under her feet was intact, and she plumped up a little bit, and Chen Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's almost time to end, but fortunately I didn't smash my signboard.

In the final spin, she depicts the newborn sun, dyed green in the cracks between the bamboo trees.

She turned to the side, and was suddenly pulled off the belt of her clothes, and her steps were unsteady for a while.

One foot stumbled and one foot stumbled, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The white plate under her body also shattered into several pieces, cutting through her palms and feet.