The night is as cool as water.

Shen Zhou stepped into the courtyard full of moonlight and saw Chu Zhixia leaning on the stone steps drinking to himself. She unloaded her hairpin, her long hair was draped over her shoulders like water, and her bare feet were curled up in the hem of her blue skirt.

Shen Zhou walked up to her, and the rich smell of wine came to his face. He glanced at two bottles tumbling down the steps.

"Why do you drink so much?" Shen Zhou asked.

"Stop using sign language, I can't see clearly." Chu Zhixia said lazily, "You are blocking me from looking at the moon." ”

Shen Zhou took a step sideways, and the clear moonlight spilled into her eyes, shining.

"I actually had a heart-to-heart relationship with a failed person." Chu Zhixia shook his wine glass and said to himself, "If he can lose once, he will lose a second time, what stupidity am I making?" ”

The emperor is unreliable, and if he trusts him too much, he will either lose to the regent again and put the entire Chu family on the line, or he will end up with a cunning rabbit and a lackey.

What the Chu family needs is a Ming Jun, a Ming Jun who can overwhelm the family of ministers and can sympathize with the suffering of the people. Such a monarch can tolerate upright courtiers and resist a powerful enemy in the north.

And today's emperor is suspicious and conceited, and the future East Palace is indecisive, and he is not such a monarch.

Chu Shixia knew very well that once he embarked on this road, he would die for a lifetime. If you are not careful, you will never recover, and the Chu family will be infamous as a chaotic minister and thief.

In the history books of the future, she will be a sinner.

But don't gamble, when the East Palace ascends the throne, the regent will toss and turn every day because of the clouds with heavy troops in hand. With the soft temperament of the East Palace, it is impossible to go out and protect the Chu family.

That's the same as in the previous life.

Before Chu Zhixia's heavy heart fell into her stomach with a glass of wine, her body suddenly lightened - Shen Zhou hugged her horizontally, and kicked away the wine glass on the steps as if angry. Chu Zhixia was so drunk that he felt that the sky was spinning, and he subconsciously hooked Shen Zhou's neck.

Shen Zhou grinded his back molars and thought, while saying that the imperial capital was in crisis step by step, and at the same time indulged himself in drinking unconscious in a place where no one was.

What if an Assassin gets his hands on it? What if there are spies in Akibayama Curie?

Sure enough, she is still a wayward eldest lady.

"Are you scolding me in your heart?" Chu Zhixia stretched out a finger and poked his heart, "I heard it." ”

Shen Zhou looked down at her messy sideburns, a soft neck submerged in the stacked black hair, and there were faint pale cyan veins on her plain white skin, stretching out a heart-stopping arc with her movements.

"You must be learning from your big brother and scolding me for not wearing shoes." Chu Zhixia muttered, "I just don't wear it, anyway, you will come to coax ......"

Shen Zhou reluctantly carried her into the bedroom and buried her all on the soft couch. Chu Zhixia grabbed his fingertips and didn't let go, obviously it was just a small section of fingers, and Shen Zhou didn't need to use force to break away.

But he had a ghost in his heart, and meekly leaned down to her strength.

There was no light in the room, and the clear moonlight sprinkled all over the bed, and the light veil on the side of the couch rose and fell in the wind.

Half of Shen Zhou's face was soaked in the silver moonlight, tracing each of his upturned eyelashes, the straight bridge of his nose, and a little round lip.

He is like a spirit born in the moonlight in myths and legends, luring people who break into the deep forest into a cold and biting pool with beauty.

"Are you a seventeen-year-old Shen Zhou, or a twenty-seven-year-old Shen Zhou?" Chu Zhixia was in a trance, raising his hand and touching his cheek.

Twenty-seven-year-old Shen Zhou, who was sealed by her kiss, silenced all doubts, and rushed out of the besieged Yongxue Pass without hesitation to ask for reinforcements that would not come at all.

Shen Zhou has been stubborn since he was a child, what happened to him after he returned to the Snow Pass in the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood? The clouds are gone, the Zhenbei Wangfu is gone, is he like the master, wandering all over the world and having no home?

Chu Zhixia didn't get an answer, and his heart ached.

Seventeen and twenty-seven, it's all yours. Shen Zhou didn't understand the crux of the problem, his heart was beating wildly and his breath was short.

He put half of his legs on the edge of the bed, and his arms supported his entire body on Chu Zhixia's body.

Every morning, Yuzhu had to use the essential oil refined from flowers to comb Chu Zhixia's hair. At this moment, her long hair was scattered on the jade pillow, and the wisps of unknown flower fragrance steamed like a cloud, enveloping Shen Zhou, making him confused.

From this angle, Shen Zhou could easily see the half-collarbone exposed under her scattered placket, the lines were fragile and thin, like a tempting bite. The girl's increasingly graceful curves rise and fall with her breathing.

Shen Zhou thought of the book he smashed in Deng Mian's face for no reason.

The begonia flowers sprinkled on the plain human body one after another, one fell on the woman's low-hanging eyelashes; The robe that fell from between the woman's elbows to the man's calves, the woman's toes were tense, and thin green tendons burst out from the ankles.

Chu Zhixia's skin is also white, but it is not a lifeless white, but a white jade facing the sun, flowing with a lustful light.

A scene flashed out of place.

It was that thunderstorm night, Chu Zhixia's calf on the animal skin, soaked in a layer of water, drenched, like jade that had been played with by a beast in its mouth.

Only then did he realize that he had not failed to read the pages, and even remembered every detail on them at a glance.

Shen Zhou felt a rush of heat, from the bottom of his abdomen to his throat. Chu Zhixia's lips closed one by one, and the tip of her pink tongue shimmered.

The word color is a sword that seals the throat.

Chu Zhixia's fingers brushed his face and pinched his earlobe, which was hot.

Caught off guard, Shen Zhou kissed it.

His palm rested on the back of Chu Zhixia's neck, so hard that he clenched out red marks. This is to save her from straining to support her body, and it is also to cut her back from dodging, so that she has to raise her head to bear this kiss.

Chu Zhixia has been a sword since he was a child, and he is stubborn and refuses to admit defeat, which is hard from the bones. Everyone in the clouds jokingly called the sister of the king of Zhenbei a rouge horse that could not be tamed, and a wild rose that was fragrant but pierced.

But such a hard girl has soft lips.

Like the first bud that has not yet bloomed on the branches of spring, it was forced to expose its weak throat by sinking the boat little by little.

The sound of the water is messy, the sound of breathing is broken, and it is chaotic to tell who is who.

The breath of the two was entangled, and the hot breath burned the skin between Chu Zhixia's neck. Chu Zhixia was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he kept pushing Shen Zhou's chest, but he was holding his hand and pressing it to his heart—Shen Zhou's heartbeat was amazingly fast.

A man who has been trained enough to ignore the tigers and wolves and kill them with majestic murder is disrupted by a soft kiss.

Chu Zhixia was horrified to find that he had lost his strength, so soft that it was like a puddle of spring water, and he could only rely on the crook of Shen Zhou's arm to support his body. A hot mist opened up in her eyes, and the face with clear lines of Shen Zhou seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light.

It's like seeing flowers in the fog, and it's alive.

Shen Zhou's arms were as hard as iron, and he held her waist tightly, not allowing her to move for half a minute.

Chu Zhixia grabbed the clothes on his chest, gasping for a small breath between this intense kiss, his eyes were foggy.

Shen Zhou gently patted her back and soothed her, hugging her body, so that the side of her ear was pressed against her chest.

The heartbeat roared like thunder, and it had not yet subsided.

Chu Zhixia was exhausted, lowered his eyelashes sleepily, and fell into a deep sleep.

——

As soon as Cheng Yuanfu stepped into the house, he saw gifts covered with red brocade in the hall. The sister who had been waiting for him to come home in the hall was nowhere to be seen, and there was no one under the lamp. Cheng Yuan's heart was beating wildly and he immediately shouted.

"Where are the people?" Cheng Yuan tore off those red brocades, revealing the gold and silver beads and delicate ornaments on the side of the lower layer, which were brilliant and brightened the dimly lit room.

The maid who had arrived in a hurry fell to her knees and trembled uncontrollably.

"What's going on with all this stuff?" Cheng Yuan kicked over the gift box, and the treasures inside rolled to the ground, "Speak, where did my sister go!" ”

"Your sister has gone to enjoy the blessings." Father Cheng was only wearing a robe, and walked over with the support of the delicate strings, and he couldn't help but be angry when he saw this scene, "What are you crazy about here at night?" Pick it up yet! ”

"Who did you sell her to?" Cheng Yuan picked up his collar, gritted his teeth, his eyes were scarlet, "How can you exchange her for your glory and wealth, she is your daughter!" ”

"You rebel!" Father Cheng slapped him in the face and said bitterly, "Aren't I still doing this for your future?" You did a good job in Yulinwei, what are you doing to mess with the girl of the Chu clan in the clouds? But it's okay, Your Majesty believes in the Chu family, and I am paving the way for you for my father......"

"Pave the way for me?" Cheng Yuan twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made a series of explosions, "It's because you don't have the ability to climb up, so you have to be a dog, right?" You want to get down on your knees and lick other people's shoes, but they don't look down on you at all! ”

"You!" Cheng's father raised his hand to fight, but when he heard the sound of "poof", Cheng Yuan pulled out his saber.

The blade was bright, and the young and beautiful continuum screamed and hid behind Cheng's father.

Cheng's mother died only a year ago, and Cheng's father secretly married this woman in, although she was not as beautiful as Cheng's mother, she was better than gentle and obedient. Cheng Yuan has always disliked her, he always felt that the gold and silver that this woman wore were soaked in his mother's blood.

"What are you going to do, you still want to kill your father?" Cheng's father was also a little weak, and couldn't help but retreat.

Cheng Yuan took off a strand of hair and cut it with a knife, "Parents who have suffered from the body, from today on, I, Cheng Yuan, cut my hair to replace my body, and I will no longer have a father-son relationship with you." ”

He threw down the strand of broken hair and strode out of the house.

——

When Chu Zhixia's drunkenness faded, he was woken up by Yuzhu.

In the bedroom, the green yarn was undulating, Chu Zhixia was lying on the bed neatly, and even her hair was pulled behind her ears with desire, and her hands were folded on her abdomen - lying in the coffin was not as upright as her posture.

"Miss, Cheng Yuan from Yu Linwei is here."

During this time, Cheng Yuan was either squatting with Deng Mian in the casino with Yu Lin Wei, or with Shen Zhou day and night in the corners of the Jade Fang, counting how much money Yu Lin Wei spent in the fireworks field, and he went home late.

But the moon and stars outside the window are scarce, and it is still early for dawn.

Chu Zhixia was dizzy and said in surprise, "At this hour? ”

"He said his sister was lost." Yuzhu whispered, "Do you want him to come in?" ”

Chu Zhixia perked up, and quickly straightened out his clothes, "Boiled me a bowl of sobering soup, let him sit in the flower hall, and I'll be there immediately." ”

"Yes." Yuzhu couldn't help but say more, "Miss, what's wrong with your mouth?" ”

"Huh?" Chu Zhixia raised her hand and wiped it on her lips, rubbing a small wound, which made her gasp in pain, and said in confusion, "Maybe I drank too much and bumped it." ”

Yuzhu was suspicious, she clearly told Miss Shen Zhou to drink alone in the yard and not to let anyone approach. With Shen Zhou's skills, even if he was blindfolded, he would not drop the eldest lady, and he fell so badly - everything was fine, only his mouth was broken.

Yuzhu shuddered from being frightened by the looming answer, and kept comforting herself in her heart, Shen Zhou should not have the courage of the dog who committed the trouble, but he was so weak that he didn't dare to take a second look at Chu Zhixia, and hurriedly ran out to make sobering up soup.