Wei Jia frowned, his lips were furrowed, and just as he was about to open his mouth to stop it, he met Xiao Bojian's cold gaze, and immediately lowered his head again and endured it.

At this time, it was early afternoon, and most of the people in the backyard of Jing'anbo Mansion went to rest and be lazy, and they didn't meet anyone at all along the way.

Xiao Bojian walked for a while, then took out a simple map from his wide sleeve, lowered his head to look at it, and then went directly in the direction of Songtao Garden.

The guard guarded the surroundings and followed closely behind Xiao Bojian.

Chu Lian finally stole a half-day of leisure in the pavilion of the water pavilion, and was lying on the recliner in the pavilion to take a nap, and the breeze was blowing slowly, bringing a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Xi Yan saw that the master was asleep, and gently covered Chu Lian with a thin jacquard plain cotton blanket, and he carefully retreated to the piano room not far away and sat in front of the embroidery frame, guarding Chu Lian while doing embroidery work.

Xiao Bojian carried the corner of the crow-blue robe and slowly walked from the garden path to Songtao Garden.

It was already autumn, and most of the fresh flowers in the courtyard had already withered, and his eyes were full of withered yellow and bleakness, his eyes aimlessly scanned the layout of the backyard of Jing'anbo Mansion, as if he was remembering these, thinking that when Chu Lian became his person in the future, he must arrange a mansion with a more exquisite and larger layout than this one for Chu Lian to live in.

was thinking wildly in his mind, but a faint bright color suddenly broke into the corner of his sight, and in Xiao Bojian's cold eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then his gaze uncontrollably converged towards the pale color.

I saw a sleepy woman lying on the wooden recliner in the gazebo by the water not far away, the woman was wearing a simple light blue plain Luo skirt, one hand was naturally pillowed behind her head, and the other hand was half on the armrest of the chaise longue, the wide sleeves slipped to the elbows, and the forearms were more white and delicate against the backdrop of the dark sandalwood armrests, the slender fingers like the tips of the onions were slightly spread out, and the pink nails were not dyed with any danqi, but they made people feel more healthy and lovely.

Xiao Bojian was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell greedily on the petite woman on the recliner.

Wei Jia glanced up at his master's face, pursed his lips, and finally forced what he wanted to say.

Xiao Bo clenched his fingers under his wide sleeves hard, and only after a moment did he whisper: "Weijia, the maid over there will be handed over to you." ”

Following Xiao Bojian's line of sight, Wei Jia saw Xi Yan doing embroidery work in the open piano room, Wei Jia hugged Xiao Bojian's fist, and then he took a few leaps and disappeared into the garden.

After a while, Xi Yan was weak and fainted, and Wei Jia lightly helped Xi Yan to lie down by the wooden pillar in the piano room.

Xiao Bojian saw that the armor was successful, and walked quickly towards the pavilion.

Under his calm appearance, his heart was beating fast.

Every time he took a step closer to Chu Lian, his heart seemed to beat a little faster, until he walked into the pavilion and stopped next to the sandalwood rocking chair, and when he saw the woman he had been thinking about day and night these days, his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, but then the next second, he was going to jump out of his chest frantically.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he was finally able to see Chu Lian's appearance completely.

The woman sleeping in the spring of Begonia spread her black hair on the chaise longue, and a few strands of hair fell off the chaise longue and swayed in the autumn wind, seemingly unintentionally tugging at his heartstrings.

The woman's eyelashes were closed, and her thick eyelashes covered her eyelids, like two small fans. Fair skin, straight nose, slightly red cheeks because of sleep, and red lips that are slightly pursed unconsciously. Chu Lian is actually not a woman who has captivated the country and the city, but at this time, she is unsuspecting and sleepy, but she is pure and delicate, and when people look at it, they can't help but want to take care of it.

Xiao Bojian looked greedily at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and he couldn't help but bend down slightly and stretch out his slender fingers to touch the person in front of him.

When his fingertips were about to touch Chu Lian's white and tender cheeks, his fingers suddenly shrank, and his eyes also shrank, and finally he tried his best to do so, so he didn't really touch Chu Lian's face. But he didn't withdraw his fingers, he moved his fingers, and traced them obsessively along the curve of Chu Lian's cheeks.

Fingers tipped over the tip of the small, tall nose, over the slightly pursed pink petal-like lips, and over the delicately curled white chin to the collarbone.

Suddenly, his gaze slid uncontrollably down his collarbone and looked down.

The collar embroidered with lotus flowers has a touch of lively goose yellow exposed, and under the neckline, it is slightly raised, supporting the shirt with a sultry arc. Further down, there is a pale cyan Luo skirt, but under the Luo skirt, there is a small and cute soft shoe, which wraps the little foot and is completely exposed to Xiao Bojian's sight.

His eyes turned a little red for a moment, and his breathing became more unconsciously heavier.

He forced himself to withdraw his hand, moved his gaze back, and fell on Chu Lian's Qingli little face again.

Originally immersed in a comfortable and relaxed sleep, Chu Lian suddenly felt a chill around her, as if there was a trace of danger around her, she unconsciously frowned slightly, her mouth moved, and the tip of her pink tongue stretched out slightly and licked on the pink lip flap.

The originally innocent woman had a little more charm and temptation because of this unintentional action.

Chu Lian changed his posture a little uncomfortably, pulled out the arm that was pillowed behind his head, turned sideways slightly, and put it on the same side with his other hand.

Xiao Bojian, who was originally a little stiff because of Chu Lian's sudden movements, breathed a sigh of relief after finding that she had not woken up, but when he saw Chu Lian's movements, the already suppressed and uncomfortable thoughts in his heart rushed up, as if he would be excited to break free from the shackles of reason in the next moment.

Because of the action just now, the collar on Chu Lian's chest was slightly loosened, and the goose yellow was even more "the little lotus showed sharp corners", and because of the sideways posture, there was suddenly a touch of white and bewildering furrows under the placket of the neck.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Bojian's brain exploded in an instant, and all patience and reason disappeared in an instant, he suddenly bent down, grabbed the armrests on both sides of the sandalwood chaise longue with both hands, and lowered his body.

What forbearance, what restraint, Lian'er should have been his, if it weren't for the Queen Mother's decree, how could his Lian'er marry into Jing'anbo Mansion and become He Changdi's wife!

He Changdi is now in the north, and he doesn't know if he can come back, once he has power, he will definitely let He Changdi die without a place to be buried!

While thinking bitterly, Xiao Bojian had already come to Chu Lian's face.

Looking closely, Chu Lian's skin is even whiter and tenderer, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.

Her soft breath with a light fragrance sprayed on Xiao Bojian's face, his eyes were as deep as the sea, greedily looking at her every tiny expression, and finally suddenly lowered his head, slightly opened his lips and took the two pink tender lips in front of him.