In the early autumn season, the evening wind blows coolly.

Jiang Zhiluo sat on a stone next to the pool, listening to the sound of the waterfall, feeling the breeze, breathing in the fresh air, and carving small wooden bottles.

The round ones are small and delicate.

She is very attentive when she sculpts.

The wind blew slowly, blowing her long hair, and her plain white skirt was like a mountain wind, fluttering like a frightening shadow.

It is like the moon on the Nine Heavens Palace, soft and beautiful.

When Cui Hejin walked over, he saw such a beautiful scene.

The wind blew slowly, making her long hair swaying with the wind, as if it was about to feather away.

Cui Hejin's heart tightened, and he stepped forward and said, "Isn't it cold?" ”

Hearing Cui Hejian's voice, Jiang Zhiluo came back to her senses and said, "It's not cold, the weather is very cool in autumn." ”

She likes to sit here, listening to the sound of water and breathing fresh air, which has a very comfortable feeling.

Recently, Jiang Zhiluo has also been obsessed with making and carving these small bottles, looking small and exquisite, she has a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Porcelain vases are too expensive, so they can only be replaced with wooden bottles first.

However, the wooden bottle looks cheaper, but she carves various patterns on it with carving techniques, which is different.

Each bottle becomes unique.

Jiang Zhiluo thought to herself, if the carved bottle is sold out, it should be able to be sold.

Cui Hejin picked up a bottle next to him and looked at it, it happened to be freshly carved, with bamboo written on it, and bamboo was also carved next to it, the words are beautiful, and the carved bamboo is also vivid, which shows that the poetry and painting skills of the carver are very powerful.

Even Cui Hejin looked at it and admired it in his heart.

He felt as if his little wife was covered with layers of veils.

It turned out that he really didn't understand her.

He looked at another bottle, carved chrysanthemums, plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums, and some traditional stories of carvings.

The artistic conception of a few strokes can be seen to be some ancient folk traditional stories.

For example, Chang'e flying to the moon, Houyi shooting the sun and so on.

Cui Hejin looked at it, and his heart was shocked.

"Isn't it hard?"

Listening to Cui Hejin's question, Jiang Zhiluo shook her head and said, "It's okay, I don't feel hard." ”

Saying that, Jiang Zhiluo looked up at Cui Hejian, met the look of deep pity in his eyes, and explained in a low voice: "Such a carving, if you fill the balm, you can sell it for more silver." ”

"Some things look similar, but it also depends on the packaging, and if the packaging is good, the more expensive they can be."

"There's nothing to do in the mountains now, so it's time to make some of these little bottles."

Hearing Jiang Zhiluo say that it was just to sell more silver, Cui Hejin had a tingling feeling in his heart.

"I'm sorry!"

If he is still the former prince of Cuifu, he can give her whatever she wants.

Glory and wealth, she wants, he can give it.

But now it is in such a deep mountain.

At this moment, Cui Hejin seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

He decided to return to the capital.

It's just that it wouldn't have been so early, and he had his plans and arrangements.

It's just that he wants to give her the best.

Then she won't have to work hard for money again.

Jiang Zhiluo naturally didn't know the changes in Cui Hejin's heart at this moment.

Whatever she wants, she is used to getting it on her own, and she has never thought of relying on others.

Yes, Jiang Zhiluo never thought of relying on Cui Hejin from beginning to end.

In the previous life, he lost his life for her, and in this life, no matter what, she will not involve him in danger.

Even if she wants to do something, she will arrange it herself.

Hearing Cui Hejin say sorry at first glance, Jiang Zhiluo's heart trembled slightly, "Why do you want to say sorry!" ”

"Isn't it hard to be with me?"

She has given a lot for this family.

Jiang Zhiluo's nose was sour when she heard this.

In fact, these words were what she wanted to ask him in her previous life.

For her, he paid so much, and even was Ling Chi, he didn't work very hard.

When she thought of him in that life, Jiang Zhiluo's heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Her eyes were red and she said, "It's not hard, I'm very happy to be with you." ”

"It makes me want to do a lot of things, and I feel that everything is meaningful, and I am happy to see that you like to eat my food, and I am happy to see that you are in good health.

It's like wanting to make up for all the regrets of the previous life.

I can't be nicer to him.

She didn't feel hard at all.

On the contrary, I will feel very happy to see him every day.

As long as he's okay, as long as he's there, she's going to have the strength to do something.

It's just that he doesn't have the memory of his previous life,

Listening to Jiang Zhiluo's words and looking at her expression, Cui Hejin didn't control it and reached out to hug her.

"Fool!"

How could she be so stupid!

Let him do what he should do with her.

Let him make up for her good.

Cui Hejin gently hugged Jiang Zhiluo.

His arm was slightly strained, but restrained, for fear of pushing too hard and hurting her.

Jiang Zhiluo was caught off guard, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

She actually likes his arms, and she can't help but covet his arms.

It's an instinctive feeling in the body that can't be controlled.

"I'm not stupid!"

This would smell the good smell of the refreshing and dark fragrance on his body, and she couldn't help but indulge in it.

He always has a faint dark fragrance on his body, which is the smell of his body.

Cui Hejin let go of Jiang Zhiluo slightly, and sighed in her ear, "Ah Luo! ”

What an affectionate title, Jiang Zhiluo couldn't resist it.

She looked up at him slightly.

Caught off guard by his breathtaking eyes, I couldn't help but indulge in it.

At the moment, they were so close that their breaths seemed to be entangled.

Obviously, the wind was blowing with a hint of coolness at this time, but the ambiguous temperature between them rose sharply.

Cui Hejin looked at her brilliant appearance, her heart was flooded, and her eyes became darker and darker.

It was as if some flame had been ignited.

Cui Hejian's fingers touched her eyebrows, leaned over, and her lips fell.

The breath on his body instantly enveloped her, and the breath was menacing, making her breath stagnate.

The deer in the heart rammed into each other.

For a moment, her mouth was even more dry, her brain went blank, and she forgot to react.

She even opened her lips uncontrollably.

At first, Cui Hejin's movements were very gentle.

But then for some reason, it turned into a raging storm and swept her away.

"Hmm...... Hibiscus ......"

The moment she spoke, his breath instantly drove in.

The whole body was like an electric shock, and the current rushed to the tip of the heart, trembling uncontrollably.

Such a domineering and powerful Cui Hejian, Jiang Zhiluo is the first time she has seen it.

She can't resist it!

Although they were both sitting at this time, her body went limped uncontrollably.

Involuntarily attached to Cui Hejian.

Her fingers clutched tightly at the shirt in front of him at all times.

"Well, breathe ......"

When Jiang Zhiluo was about to lose her breath, Cui Hejian's throat rolled and she was hoarse to let her breathe.

Her sweetness made him almost lose control of his self-control. (End of chapter)