After the palace banquet, the guests gradually dispersed.

Luo Meixuan was about to lock it, but saw Wen Pheasant with two palace people, carrying a one-person-high glass mirror.

Ruan Yuyi was slightly stunned, this is what he offered today, I heard that although it is thin and brittle, it is much clearer than the bronze mirror.

Wen Pheasant asked, where should this object be placed?

She let them look at it. I put it by the dressing table and use it at the time of the cheap change.

"Little master," Wen Pheasant handed over a scroll, "This is what Your Majesty ordered our family to bring to us, and I want you to take a look." ”

She lowered her eyes and smiled, "Your Majesty's orders, naturally will not be sloppy." ”

She thought that he was just talking casually at that time, but she didn't expect that he would really bring the album of pictures of a number of famous ladies. She flipped through a few random pages, her head tucked aside.

She said lightly, "Muxiang, send one to my father-in-law." ”

"Little master," Mu Ling said suddenly, "why don't you go as a slave." ”

They are all big palace maids around her, and it doesn't make a difference who goes. She casually agreed, and ordered Mu Xiang to serve the pen and ink.

She really sat down on the side of a few cases, and looked through them carefully. The woman on this has been selected a long time ago, although it is not all Peugeot, but it has a unique charm.

In fact, at that time, she also made a casual proposal, and if she really wanted to do it, she didn't know the bottom.

She didn't know what kind of concubine he needed, and she couldn't tell whose daughter would help him, so she could only help each other roughly. It stands to reason that such an important task would not have fallen on her.

She sighed softly, and the sound of the door opening came in her ears.

She gently put down her pen and ink, and saluted, "Your Majesty Jin'an." ”

At this time, Jiang Huaiyang had already changed into his regular clothes, opened the soft curtain in the inner room, and paced in. His eyes swept over the album on a few pages, and he paused before moving away.

She was obedient, and if she wanted her to look at her, she really fell in love with her.

Xu was blown by the wind outside, his fingertips were cold, and when he helped her up, he made her shiver, "What's wrong?" The moonlight through the window traced his long shadow, enveloping her whole in shadow.

She pulled away her hand and smiled, "At least Ming'er can send it to His Majesty." ”

She smiled lightly, but Jiang Huaiyang saw a little grievance in it.

His eyes darkened, and he took her hand and led her to open the album. The gold-sprinkled rice paper was smooth and delicate, and the women on it were all lifelike, and he turned it over while attaching it to her ear one by one.

This one looks as obedient and obedient as Lingling—

The name is not as graceful as Lingling's body-

She understood, he didn't think about Concubine Na at all, he was just teasing her. She stiffened and said softly, "Why does Your Majesty want to cling to a concubine? ”

He tuched her earrings sideways, and the warm breath sprayed in her ears, "Because it's under the curtain—" He lowered his voice and poured the words into her ears.

She was cold, but the tips of her ears burned so badly that the scorching temperature made her feel like her ears were almost melting.

She knew that he didn't want Ruan Yuyi and herself.

It is a singing and graceful sparrow, imprisoned in a cage made of gold and jade, but it is about to break its wings and lose its blood.

"I don't want to make a green for Ling Ling," he said, holding her up, and easily put her on top of several cases, "which is also painted on the album." ”

Ruan Yuyi trembled her hand and put her on his shoulder, "The concubine's luck." She smiled brightly, and said something against her heart.

Beneath the coat, her skin is as greasy as clotted fat, like the glow of the moon.

Seeing her go to untie the thin belt on the back of his neck again, he inexplicably sank in his heart and pressed her hand.

She didn't say anything, but lowered her eyes and gave up.

He soaked the pen she had just used, scraped off the excess ink from the edge of the inkstone, and found a new page to put down the pen. This sword-wielding hand is actually longer than Danqing.

With just a few strokes, it has a rough shape.

She glanced sideways slightly, her gaze resting on the little bit of perfection of the painting. The cold enveloped her body, she had always been afraid of the cold, and she had already lost her blood. But it's cold, it's cold, but it's also used to it.

Just when she was relieved, he changed the clean pen and dipped it in the water that washed the pen. The water soaked the tip of the pen so softly that it couldn't wrap it, and it was still dripping down.

"Your Majesty is no longer painting?" She looked sideways, but saw that the painting was already there.

The woman in the painting sits sideways on several cases, supporting her body with one hand, curvy, with black hair scattered and holding her hair in a bun, a small bust that is almost the same size as the one in front, but it is much more vivid.

She remembered the pamphlet that Mama Kim had shown her. Crimson spread from her neck to her back, as if she wanted to swallow the little lady's whole body.

Jiang Huaiyang's eyes were dark, and he replied, "White paper and black ink, it is inevitable that there is some interest." ”

The little lady has pale skin, but it is the best piece of drawing paper. He applied the brush to her skin, and it really wandered like a painting, light and heavy.

She only felt as if she had fallen into the mouth of a fierce beast, and the unexpectedly soft pen belly caressed every inch of her body with clear water.

Crispy and numb to the bone.

But there are also those who are frightened and shudder.

She bit her lip and swallowed all the whimpering, hooking his neck and trying to relax as much as she could.

He abandoned the pen and picked her up. She could clearly feel the rhythm of his walking, and she was afraid of falling to the ground, so she snuggled into his arms.

Ruan Yuyi was placed in front of the newly added glass mirror, facing the mirror. The mirror was clear and translucent, like a clear spring, and it was terrifyingly clear that it could not be seen a few feet deep.

She had nowhere to help, so she had to hold up the mirror. The mirror was cold, and she shivered.

Seeing herself in the mirror, her heart tightened and she turned her face away. This is what she has never seen with her own eyes.

But Jiang Huaiyang pinched her chin, forced her to look up, and whispered in her ear, "Ling Ling, see clearly, this is what you look like right now." ”

He kissed the tip of her ear, his lips burning soft, "We really look good." ”

"Scared? What to shake? He chuckled.

The hairpin in the mirror is slightly slanted, and her sideburns are wet with light sweat and stick to her cheeks. With his lips slightly open, the hot air exhaled fogged the mirror.

It's not her.

She shook her head desperately, the beads were unusually steady, and they shook tangled in one place. She was pressed against the mirror, hot and cold on her body, and her mind was confused, as if she was about to fall into the other side of the mirror.

She even had a distinct glimpse of her eyes wide with fear, dewy and red.

A pair of affectionate eyes couldn't hold back tears anymore, and slid down the ground. Such a look, looking pitiful, but it makes people's hearts want to break it.

But Jiang Huaiyang knew that he shouldn't be pitied.

If you want to blame, blame her useless kindness. Some things, even if the truth is known, can no longer be undone.

Some people have become a handful of loess, and some people live lightly and happily in the pile of gold and jade.

It's a good thing to make no sense.

He covered it and dropped one hot kiss after another. She was like a lotus in a shower, only the stalks were connected to the silt, and the whole plant swayed pitifully.

What should be recovered, he will get it back little by little on her. It's just the death of Yuan Qing, why not for him? He is also guilty.

Even so, it's a big deal that they are entangled together, fall into the world, and for the rest of their lives, no one can escape their sins, and no one will let anyone go.

She didn't even want to run away from him.

(End of chapter)