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Fu Guiyi looked up at Pei Jing, and found that his expression was solemn and didn't look like a joke, so he bit his lower lip for a while and said, "Do you only need to wear His Highness's clothes?" ”

If this is the case, she will not hesitate at all, her brother's clues are ten thousand times more important than any face.

Fu Guiyi felt that as long as Pei Jing was talking, he would not frown even if he was covered with Pei Jing's things.

Pei Jing lowered his head and stared at her Qing Lingling's eyes, slightly stunned, and then laughed in a low voice: "If Fu Shizi wants to speed up the progress, he might as well think about what other ways to satisfy Gu." ”

"I ...... I'm inconvenient right now. Fu Guiyi understood what he meant, and she didn't hesitate to figure it out a long time ago: "It's about four or five days away." ”

Pei Jing saw that she was down-and-out and generous, and she didn't shy away from talking about it, but a trace of irritability flashed in her heart.

Fu Guiyi only regarded this as a transaction.

This realization made Pei Jing inexplicably unhappy.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and hummed without being salty.

Fu Guiyi didn't know what to say, and asked if there were any other instructions, and he wanted to go back to the room to warm the book.

Pei Jing saw that her face was cold and detached, not at all like staying with herself, irritability turned into hidden anger, and said in a deep voice: "Haven't you tailored Fu Shizi yet?" ”

Fu Guiyi glanced at the colorful silk behind him, and politely refused: "Since you want to wear His Highness's clothes, these are not troublesome." ”

When she said this, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the warm light of the sunset shone obliquely on her bun, and the flying fish white hosta in her black hair seemed to be activated, dazzlingly bright.

This beautiful face is paired with this azure cardigan, looking at the extremely white skin and extremely thin waist, it is indescribably moving.

Pei Jing's eyes darkened, thinking of the eyes of the raunchy sons of the world today, looking at Fu Guiyi, there was a kind of displeasure that his treasure was coveted.

He pulled Fu Guiyi to the Arhat Cave where the cloth was placed, picked out a few dark materials, and spoke very casually: "Lonely's body grew very quickly when he was sixteen years old, and he made a few bodies. You want to wear it, and you don't have that many clothes to make for you. ”

Fu Guiyi once again sighed that Pei Jing's personality was uncertain and moody, and he wanted her to be like that for a while.

She was a little impatient, afraid that Pei Jing would take back the order, so she couldn't help but ask impatiently: "Then according to His Highness's wishes, what should I do?" ”

Pei Jing snorted, carefully looked at the person in front of him for a moment, and said casually: "The outer clothes are made separately, and the inner clothes are lonely." ”

Fu Guiyi already felt that Pei Jing's clothes were too eye-catching, and his proposal hit the nail on the head, so he immediately agreed.

Before she could finish her happiness, the hand behind her waist slid to the knot of the belt and gently pulled it, and the clothes on Fu Guiyi's body suddenly scattered in all directions.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, what is this, what is this?" Fu Guiyi looked flustered, hurriedly grabbed his clothes, and glared at Pei Jing angrily.

"Lone personally measured Fu Shizi as an additional reward for you." Pei Jing picked up the tape measure on the collapse and pulled it into a long straight line unhurriedly in front of him.

His eyes are half-narrowed, the corners of his mouth are hidden with a smile, his movements are slow, and his every move is full of artistic conception.

The qi in Fu Guiyi's chest blocked in his throat and reflexively shrank.

Pei Jing turned against the light, smiling, holding a finger-wide tape measure in his hand, like a life-seeking hell Shura.

Fu Guiyi instinctively retreated in a hurry, but he grabbed his wrist suddenly, and the next moment he pulled it back vigorously, and she unexpectedly crashed into his hard chest.

"This is the East Palace, where can you run?"

Pei Jing's voice was not loud, but the deterrence of the superior was not weak at all.

Fu Guiyi's lips squirmed for a long time, closed his eyes, and finally didn't say a word, still fiddling with himself.

Pei Jing first removed her heavy outer robe, leaving only a thin middle coat.

The dragon in the house burned not as hot as the room she slept in, and as soon as she took off her warm clothes, she shivered invisibly with cold.

"Cold?" Pei Jing's movements in his hands did not stop, and he gave an order outside, and it didn't take long for the room to heat up.

"Raise your hand."

Fu Guiyi did so.

Things were not as bad as Fu Guiyi expected, Pei Jing was just tailoring for her.

The tape measure softly measured the arms, then circled the waist, and finally came to the chest.

Pei Jing stood in front of her, and Fu Guiyi lowered his eyes shyly, staring at his slightly brown hands.

There are also a few old scars on it, which are difficult to see without taking it seriously, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to guess how cruelly these hands were treated at that time.

Pei Jing let go of the tape measure as usual, and her arms fell.

Just when she thought it was over, her neck was bound by something cold, soft, and she was caught off guard and leaned forward.

Pei Jing strangled her neck with a soft ruler.

"Fu Guiyi." He lowered his head, his hot breath hitting the back of his ear, contrasting with the cold leather. "How about I make a golden collar and lock you up?"

Pei Jing's voice was slightly cold, and his eyes were fierce and serious, not like a joke at all.

His movements were very light, but they still brought Fu Guiyi a fatal feeling of suffocation, and his heart was strangled as if he was strangled by this bundle of tape measures, and he was out of breath.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Pei Jing, her eyes were forced to shine with water, her pupils were dark and moist, the tails of her eyes were slightly red, and her thin lips were pursed into a thick straight line, looking like she was being bullied fiercely.

Pei Jing's pupils darkened, and the soft ruler in his hand was gently lifted up, and Fu Guiyi was forced to let out a soft "ah" on his back.

He raised his head slightly, and leaned sideways over the red lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.

The quiet and calm space is impetuous by this intimate and hot kiss.

Fu Guiyi's eyes became foggy, his cheeks were hot, and he felt that he was about to suffocate.

Pei Jing's kiss, the soft ruler around her neck, and the white silk on her chest, the triple pressure rushed towards her, the chest was stinging and unbearable, and her brain was even more confused.

Her whole portrait was pressed into the water, and every time she wanted to swim upstream, she was ruthlessly pushed back, and just before she was about to faint, Pei Jing finally ended the long kiss.

The rough thumb swiped over the delicate skin and gently wiped away the tears from the tail of the eye.

"Why are you crying?" Pei Jing's voice was low and muffled, and his head retreated slightly, giving Fu Guiyi a little respite.

"I—I'm about to ...... I can't breathe. Fu Guiyi gulped in the hard-won air.

Pei Jing laughed meaninglessly, "Why can't you breathe." ”

He lowered his eyes to hide the malice in his eyes, and moved his thumb to Fu Guiyi's reddened lips and rubbed them gently.

"It's my kiss."

"It's still a ruler."

Suddenly, the tape measure was pulled down viciously, and Fu Guiyi slammed it.

Pei Jing saw it in her eyes, laughed hurriedly, and let go of her hand, and the soft ruler slid down her back and fell to the ground and piled up, without causing a sound.

The empty hand pressed against her back, and gently pushed back, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed closer.

Pei Jing's chaotic aura raged against her forehead with malicious intent, and her thumb quietly moved down along the smooth and delicate contours of her face, picking open the already loose collar.

"Or maybe it's the silk cloth on your chest."

As soon as the words fell, Pei Jing's hand reached into the placket of his clothes like lightning, easily hooked the strip of cloth that bound his chest, and untied it when Fu Guiyi didn't react.

"You ......" Fu Guiyi instinctively protected the falling chest cloth with both hands, and Pei Jing pulled it away again.

The light silk was extremely smooth and silky, and almost as soon as it was released, it slid to the ground against Fu Guiyi's body.

Her hand was tied by Pei Jing and there was no way to break free, she wanted to cry without tears, her red face stared at his chest in shame, and the fire in her eyes was eager to poke a hole in him.

"Don't be annoyed," the initiator didn't feel guilty at all, and jokingly said, "Don't you think it's much better?" ”

Fu Guiyi took a bad breath in his chest, and he was even more dull, which was angry.

Pei Jing didn't realize it, and turned his head to kiss her ear, dense and fine kisses fell, and finally the tip of his tongue rolled up and swallowed the full earlobe, gnawing hungryly.

Fu Guiyi's ears were hot, and the scorching temperature quickly spread all over her body, and her whole body softened.

Pei Jing took advantage of the situation to wrap his weak arms around his neck, lifted his toes, and grabbed the belt that fell to the ground in his hand.

His mouth followed the jawline and found Fu Guiyi's lips, almost violently raging, hoping to devour her into his belly.

But her fingers nimbly arranged her scattered clothes quickly, and then tied them tightly with her belt, as if they were on guard against someone.

Her waist suddenly tightened, Fu Guiyi couldn't help but exhale softly, and Pei Jing smoothly broke into her teeth and entangled with her to the death.

The earth dragon was burning brightly, and the snort between the two was even better.

When Fu Guiyi walked out of Pei Jing's dormitory, he was wearing a luxurious mink fur coat and holding two indigo record books in his hands.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes did not squint, and she was surrounded by indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

At this time, if someone looks at her directly, they can see that her ears and lips are blood-red.

It's a pity that no one in the East Palace dared to do such an outrageous thing, and Fu Guiyi returned to his West Wing room safely.

The first thing he did when he closed the door was to tear Pei Jing's outer sword open and throw it on the yellow rosewood liner next to him.

The moon is not suitable for bathing, so she can only endure the discomfort and wipe her whole body with a damp cloth several times, until she can no longer smell the unique sandalwood fragrance before she can stop.

However, in the cold air, there was like an invisible rope around Fu Guiyi's neck, and a faint feeling of suffocation always lingered.

In the evening, Su Lin came to deliver meals, and Fu Guiyi's lower abdomen was in pain, so he withdrew his things after two mouthfuls at will.

It didn't take long for Su Lin to bring another bowl of soup and medicine.

"Your noble body is cold, and you need to be well recuperated on special days, so you can drink it while it's hot."

Fu Guiyi would not get along with his body, took the medicine bowl and thanked him politely, frowned and drank it in one gulp.

Slightly sweet.

Her brow slowly furrowed.

When she was a child, she was frail and sickly, and she ate bitter medicine as a meal, and when she was most exaggerated, her tongue couldn't even taste the difference between food and medicinal juice.

Later, when her health improved, she would spontaneously recall that time when she smelled the medicine, and her lips and teeth were full of bitterness.

For the first time, she learned that medicine can be sweet.

Su Shuang said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is afraid that you won't be able to stand the bitter taste, so he specially ordered the imperial doctor to prepare a recipe for you." ”

Fu Guiyi put the empty bowl on the mahogany round table, the porcelain pieces collided with the wood with a crisp sound, the corners of his mouth were slightly heavy, and he said coldly: "His Royal Highness Prince Lao bothered, and the ministers suffered hardship." ”

Su Shuang knew that she had lost her words, confessed, packed up her things and retreated.

Fu Guiyi took out two volumes of registers and looked at them intently, recording possible clues with pen and paper from time to time.

It was already midnight after reading it, and she stared at the three new names written on the paper and silently recited a sentence.

One hundred and fifteen.