In the top floor of the Snow Jade Pavilion, which is warm and fragrant

Xue Yu looked at Ji Lingsheng sitting on the chair bent over, without making a sound to disturb, Xue Yu went out during the day, and when she came back in the evening, she saw a black-faced door god leaning against the door of her room, and she didn't speak, Xue Yu opened the door carefully, and the guy who hung the seal hall still didn't speak, and sat on the soft chair without saying a word when he entered the room.

Ji Lingsheng was like an old monk who settled down, and he didn't look around, and he wanted to wear the upstairs under his feet with a glance. went to the palace, it was supposed to be a spring breeze day with the little princess, but it was a happy and unsuccessful return, and even the white-faced fox next to him was not very moving.

Yes, I don't know who provoked this little ancestor, looking at Ji Lingsheng's daze appearance, Xue Yu suddenly missed the Ji Lingsheng who laughed and scolded and slept on the chair and shook his legs leisurely.

Alas, there is no need for the princess to say a transparent and white voice, looking at the cold face that rejects people for thousands of miles, Ji Lingsheng knows that he is wishful thinking, tearing off his face and embarrassing his feet to practice.

Xueyu, who once laughed at love as a burden, unconsciously took his joys, sorrows, and sorrows to heart, and looked like he was emotional.

Ji Gongzi, who has always been angry with the shape, rarely didn't put joy and sorrow on his face, it seems that he is really frustrated.

This is the first time Xue Yu has seen Ji Lingsheng with such a demeanor, most of these enemies are arrogant, and few of the children of Siyue City dare to provoke him, only a young master of the merchant who is in the same stream, and a crown prince who always sticks a hot face to a cold ass. On weekdays, he bullies others, but it is unusual to be wronged today, Xue Yu sat on a sandalwood round table, and there was an equally round white jade vase on the table, with a few first chrysanthemums inserted, through the gaps between the branches and leaves, secretly looking at Ji Lingsheng's expression.

In fact, Ji Lingsheng also had a lost look for the first time, when he was a child, he didn't touch his heart either by playing or making real trouble, it doesn't matter if he fights, just go back to Ji Gongzi, who loves this face very much. The only time that he was inexplicably wronged was when he was told that a spiritual root was not enough to cultivate, the five-year-old Ji Lingsheng almost didn't get out of it alive and cried into a tearful person, and then when his grandmother passed away, Ji Lingsheng's tears became more and more rare.

Xueyu's life experience is also really complicated, the mother who was born in the township broke off the relationship with the family for a person who was destined to be unable to keep it, and finally couldn't escape the poverty, and after giving birth to a daughter who was in her heart, she was even more sick, but the ruthless father still didn't show his face at the last moment in order to cut off the woman's love. For this reason, Xue Yu did not lack resentment and hatred, and she did not stick a knife in that person, but what was the use?

Ji Lingsheng has been secretly scolded since he was a child, he has no cultivation talent, he is not the breed of the Ji family, he is embarrassed to Master Ji, he is a real tiger and a leopard, and he is a rat grandson, and so on, he has to have several jars of saliva over the years, and he will be angry at the beginning, but then it will be irrelevant and itchy, and he has been scolded for so long, and he has not broken his backbone.

When she was a child, Xue Yu didn't understand why other children had their fathers to pick them up when they got out of private school, but she didn't, so she returned home silently, and could only see her mother who was terminally ill and still standing at the door looking forward to it, at that time, she really hated him. When the man appeared with a sigh after her mother's death, her first reaction was to take out the kitchen knife that was not sharp at home and stab it fiercely. Growing up beside that person, Xue Yu failed several assassinations, and her hatred was hard to dissipate, so she went away to Siyue City to open a most despicable Fengyue shop, and was used to seeing Qingling Hongwan and molested benefactors lingering all night until the next day, Xue Yu felt that the things between men and women were at most only on the bed, no matter how deep it was, it was a grudge, and she never thought that a domineering young man would knock on her heart.

Ji Lingsheng was too lazy to pay attention to those villains who were full of food and chewing the root of their tongues, and they wouldn't have a backache when they spoke more comfortably in the past few years, resulting in Ji Lingsheng not even having the interest to go to his heart when he heard such words in a few years. But Yue Ziming is different, it is a cheap thing that can be achieved or not, but it makes people despise it lightly, and Ji Lingsheng is very depressed. He didn't want to stalk him, if he succeeded in front of the emperor, it would be the best, he would marry into the family without much effort, and he would be bored with divorce in the future, but the result was unsatisfactory. And Ji Lingsheng also has self-knowledge, knowing that there is not much drama, he will retreat in the face of difficulties, and he can't pull his face down with his arrogance, he prides himself on being open-minded, but now he has found out that he has already lost face when he chose to enter the palace.

Seeing that Ji Lingsheng's expression eased a little, Xue Yu hurriedly walked over, sat beside him, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

But Ji Lingsheng doesn't have much splendor, but this temper is first-class stinky and stubborn, no different from the stones in the pit, and at this time, when asked about troubles, it is tighter than a stuffy gourd mouth. This time it was Xue Yu's turn to be angry, and said angrily: "Do you say it or not?"

Ji Lingsheng heard Xue Yu's angry rebuke, but continued to be silent, Ji Lingsheng has suffered a lot of grievances since he was a child, but he has never poured bitter water on anyone, this stubborn temper is tougher than Ji Changfeng's harsh military discipline.

Xue Yu, who was angry in her heart, suddenly remembered that her father who had to kill her father thousands of times in her sleep, wasn't that person's stinky temper the same as Ji Lingsheng in front of her, and couldn't help but feel sad, tears burst out of her eyes, and scolded: "You are like crazy looking for people, forget it, why are you looking for me here? Aren't you quite capable, you have the ability to go out, what kind of face do you have to put on me here." Ji Lingsheng, you get out of here!" Ji Lingsheng was startled by the random scolding of Xue Yu, but he didn't expect the usually charming and delicate Xue Yu to be so fierce, and the vulgar words were so smooth.

Shang Zheng said that the older the women in the world are, the more they are like a pool of delicate warm water, and the more they know how to be considerate and warm their hearts and lungs, and will take care of people.

Xue Yu was really stunned by this elm head, her phoenix eyes were upside down, and she scolded: "Why are you still staying here, get out!"

Ji Lingsheng lay down along the chair, the soft brocade cotton man felt even more physically and mentally exhausted, and he was silent for a long time and said loudly: "I have always lived a very chic life, and if it is difficult to cultivate, I will not cultivate, and whoever makes me unhappy will make him unhappy, but only now I have found out that I am really unproductive, and I can't even be a gentleman." ”

Xue Yu turned her head away and quietly pricked up her left ear.

"I'm sorry!" Ji Lingsheng said softly, Xue Yu's delicate body trembled, and after hesitating for a long time, she turned her head, Xue Yu's face was still a little red, and it seemed that the remaining anger had not subsided.

Xue Yu originally wanted to scold him a few more words, but looking at the fatigue in his eyes, she couldn't bear it in her heart. The speed at which Ji Lingsheng returned to normal was staggering, and it also made Xue Yu's heart ache, how much suffering made you so strong.

Ji Lingsheng looked at Xue Yu carefully, as if he was looking at a treasure, Xue Yu's appearance was not much worse than Zi Ming, and she had the charm of a mature woman, but Ji Lingsheng had an instinctive resistance to Fengyue women, and she didn't pay attention to Xue Yu in the past, but today's Xue Yu is particularly moving and touching.

Xue Yu saw that Ji Lingsheng was a little distracted, thinking that he was still a little dull, and joked: "Don't cry, it's a big deal, my sister will let you hug you." ”

Ji Lingsheng's eyes widened, and he quipped: "Really?", Xue Yu, who finally gave sweetness with a red face, suddenly had a feeling of being deceived, but the water that was spilled out must not be recovered, so he could only nod solemnly.

Ji Lingsheng smiled slightly, took Xue Yu into his arms, Xue Yu was held without resistance, her face was flushed, waiting for Ji Lingsheng's out-of-the-ordinary actions, she also made up her mind, as long as it was not too excessive, it was acceptable.

There was no lightness that followed, only the gentle hug, Xue Yu smiled sweetly, hugged Ji Lingsheng gently, and murmured a little dullly: "Will I just be a sustenance when you are frustrated?", Ji Lingsheng did not react, and a tear overflowed from Xue Yu's eyes.

Xue Yu wiped away her tears but found that something was wrong, only to find that Ji Lingsheng had fallen asleep.

Xue Yu looked at Ji Lingsheng's smiling face when he fell asleep, very relaxed, and laughed softly, and said softly, "That's it!"

Xue Yu gently carried Ji Lingsheng to the bed, the scene was a little unbelievable, but it was indeed a petite woman who picked up a seven-foot man, and it was effortless. After placing Ji Lingsheng well, he found a handful of snow jade with golden Jiaojiao scissors out of nowhere and quietly cut off a section of Ji Lingsheng's hair and tied it to the red rope on his wrist, this slightly white red rope was the only thing left of his mother.

Xue Yu turned off the lights and shrunk into Ji Lingsheng's arms.

The two hugged each other and slept like white heads in the moonlight.