Feng Xiaoyu was born by no means ordinarily beautiful.

Under the flame of a candle, in the dim and warm light, the tails of her eyes were like hooks, the tips of her lips were like demons, and she seemed to be smiling, and a white arm poked out of the futon, shaking people's hearts.

The two or three little guys behind Aunt Hong were dazzled, and the next moment, in her reprimand, they came back to their senses.

Feng Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Aunt Hong, everyone has a love for beauty. ”

With the flow of charm, she lowered her eyelashes and said, "Even if I want to serve Shen Ye, I have to change my clothes, don't I?" ”

Aunt Hong twisted her eyebrows.

After some weighing, he was still reluctant to retreat.

The quaint door was closed again, and the paper window was full of people.

They were waiting outside.

is also waiting for the rabbit outside, but whenever Xiao Yu is unwilling, they have to tie people up.

Therefore, every Xiao Yu did not resist, and lay down to admit it.

But when she arrived at Shen Jiashi's door, she was still stopped at the door by a burst of medicinal smoke.

It's heavy.

It weighs like a dying man's medicine.

Feng Xiaoyu couldn't help but be a little flustered, if Shen Jiashi died, it was inevitable for Zong Wencheng and them to divide the sea moon, and she would also be divided with the sea moon and given to others, so would she still have a day of liberation?

The overwhelming force slapped heavily on the back, and Aunt Hong's face turned sideways.

The tone was gloomy: "What are you doing standing, Shen Ye is not dead." ”

Feng Xiaoyu's back suddenly stiffened, stepped over the threshold, and entered the door.

The curtain hung down, two or three oil lamps were in the paper, bright and dark, coughing was endless, and suddenly the bed stretched out a pale but green hand, and he bent up, revealing half of his body.

With just one glance, Feng Xiaoyu was relieved.

The spirit is okay, not to the point of a dying person.

Aunt Hong stepped forward distressedly: "Master, what are you doing when you get up, the doctor didn't let you lie on the bed and take care of yourself." ”

Shen Jiashi turned his head sideways, and his voice was hoarse: "I didn't say it, I don't like to have maids close to me." ”

That broad figure is too gray.

When he squinted his eyes, he could identify one or two from the darkness through his long hair, and knew that it was a woman.

"......" Aunt Hong turned her head to look back at Feng Xiaoyu, beckoned, waited for her to step forward, grabbed her wrist, and said in a kind voice: "Master, look at it, where is this maid, it's Xiao Yu." ”

As she spoke, her brows were about to knotted together.

It's like, the first time I say a good thing to someone who doesn't like my eyes, I feel sick in my heart.

Feng Xiaoyu thought it was weird and interesting.

Restraining the curvature of her lips, she lowered her head slightly, letting Shen Jiashi and Aunt Hong look at her.

Aunt Hong is an old man, and she fully understands Shen Jiashi's eyes.

Seeing him looking back, he pulled out a soft pillow, put it under Shen Jiashi's body, and said, "We are all waiting outside, what do you want to eat, just say." ”

Shen Jiashi's eyebrows were cold, and he moved away from the two of them, "I'm a little tired, let's go down first." ”

Aunt Hong nodded.

led Feng Xiaoyu and walked outside the door, but when one foot was about to step over, Shen Jiashi spoke again: "Xiao Yu, you stay." ”

Feng Xiaoyu: "......"

Stopping, she turned sideways and walked up to Shen Jiashi, looking at him with a pair of eyes, as if waiting for his command.

Shen Jiashi pointed to the pear blossom chair a foot away.

Feng Xiao Yu understood and sat on the side.

It's been a long time.

Shen Jiashi didn't speak.

Holding the yellowed spine in his big palm, the paper flipped, and sometimes there was a cough.

The grinding time, at this moment, becomes extraordinarily long.

Feng Xiaoyu frowned, and opened his mouth to find words: "Master Shen, if you want to drink tea, call me." ”

Shen Jiashi raised his head and said in a cold tone: "No need, you should review well, in two days, it will be better, I will test you." ”

“……？” Feng Xiao Yu's eyes were puzzled.

Xu is expression was too obvious, and Shen Jiashi explained: "Didn't you forget, the back test is spot-checked once a month." ”

Feng Xiaoyu: "......" She really forgot.

Shen Jiashi loves to teach her to read on weekdays, and then uses this to take advantage of the danger of the villain.

Occasionally, they would touch her shoulders or, in the name of dancing, put their arms around her waist, but other than that, nothing else.

Much better than those unruly ruffians.

So before Xiao Yu heard about the 'name', she didn't care much about Shen Jiashi's touch on weekdays, but on the contrary, she felt that she was too literati and too restrained, and she always wanted to tease.

Thoughts drifted away, smoke curled, and the smell of ancient medicine seemed to become better.

……

One night.

Feng Xiaoyu held on to the sleepiness of half a night, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

In a daze, she seemed to see the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard, and the one that jumped high on the wall was a paper kite, silver thread, small playful, pushing and obstructing, and it was a cheerful call.

Shen Jiashi fell to the ground, and saw Feng Xiaoyu lying on the table a foot away, sleeping hazy.

He reached out a hand and brushed it gently across her face like a breeze.

Then, it was a heart-rending but stuffy itch in the throat.

Aunt Hong, who was guarding outside the door, hurriedly got up, pushed the door in, and just happened to glance at Shen Jiashi.

He leaned sideways, half of the way away: "Carry her to the bed." ”

Aunt Hong lowered her body and did as instructed.

He also carried the coat on the hanger behind the screen fan, put it on Shen Jiashi, and whispered to dissuade: "Master, it's still cold outside, don't stand at the window." ”

Shen Jiashi walked slowly, walked in front of Feng Xiaoyu, and hooked a strand of her hair with his fingers.

The emotions surging in her eyes were shocking to Aunt Hong, and she couldn't be more familiar with them-

This is the kind of possessive desire that men have for the woman they love.

"Don't arrange for her to go on stage in the next few days." He said.