How could the young man, full of vigor and vitality, bear such words? His expression changed instantly.
Yan Shiyue pulled him into the study. Huo Qijing took a look and smiled faintly, "Yes, at the same table."
Yan Shiyue pulled him to look at the pillar next to him: "A Jing, when I went to the border town, there was a camphor tree with several lines drawn on it. It was said that it recorded your height. Then after I arrived in Chang'an City, I... You see, I was this short when I first came here!"
She looked back at him, somewhat surprised: "I've grown so much taller!"
She stood with her back to the pillar: "A Jing, A Jing, hurry up, draw a line for me!"
Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright. Huo Qijing had been looking at her, and suddenly his mouth curved, and he lunged forward. Before she could come to her senses, she felt something soft hitting her lips.
She was caught off guard and groaned in pain.
He was very close to his prey, looking down at it. The arrogant young lady was actually so small and soft in his palm that he could break her into his stomach with just a squeeze.
His big hands lingered behind her waist, then he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers again.
Hot on the lips.
...
...
She tilted her little face up and closed her eyes slightly, she felt as if he had suddenly transformed from an elegant gentleman into a ferocious beast, savage and crazy.
A thought flashed through her mind: This awful kissing skill...
This thought was only halfway through her mind before it drifted away, and she didn't know where she was. She was confused and lost, and she didn't know where she was...
After a long, long time, she slowly opened her eyes.
He looked down at her, his eyes full of lust, his eyes reddened, but he didn't seem soft at all, but even more aggressive. The young lady, who was cornered by the long knife, had tears in her eyes: "Ah, Ah Jing, you..."
This little soft voice...
Huo Qijing took a long breath.
His fingers tapped her forehead twice viciously.
He hit the back of her head against the pillar behind her, and then he turned and left.
Yan Shiyue wandered around outside for a long time before he came out of the hot spring. Normally, with his clothes soaked, she could have flirted with him for half an hour... But now, she could only smile at him timidly: "A Jing."
God knows, he looks like this, he has nothing to do with "Delicious", now it's her who is delicious! I don't know when the food chain has changed! The family will no longer be a family, and the country will no longer be a country!
She scrolled through a hundred comments in her mind, and then circled around him cautiously. He advanced and she retreated, and he advanced again and she retreated again.
Finally, Huo Qijing smiled and opened his arms towards her: "Come here obediently."
This look, this expression, this smile, she really can't bear it, really.
Why is it that when some people are not around, it seems like nothing happens to her, and she doesn't even eat less because of missing them, but when they come back, it's as if her world is filled up?
She obediently came to him and put her hand in his.
Huo Qijing held it and said to her, "Do you want to go back and draw a line?"
"Hmph!" Her Royal Highness the Princess said sternly: "It's ok later, but you must stay three feet away from me!"
He smiled, pulled her in, pushed her against the pillar, then pulled out a dagger from his waist and slashed it.
Yan Shiyue was really surprised when she saw it: "It has grown by half a foot! I also drew a line at Fuyuan, I'll take a look when I get back."
She pushed him against the pillar and said, "I'll make a line for you, too."
Huo Qijing stood up with a smile, Yan Shiyue crossed her legs, threw herself into his arms, pressed his head hard, and drew a line very strictly.
As soon as he finished the cut, Huo Qijing hugged her, and with his other hand he easily grabbed the knife in her hand, put it into the sheath at his waist, and then lowered his head...
Lu Ji was born in the Wei Wang family, with green hair and red lips like peach and plum blossoms.
In the end, the two did not return to Fuyuan.
After being bitten like this, I am too embarrassed to see anyone!
Yan Shiyue covered her face with a handkerchief and looked at the embroidery on the ceiling of the tent with a look of despair.
How should I describe her mood? It was as if she had secretly run 4,900 meters and was jumping around all the time, thinking she was an invincible veteran, but someone overtook her in the last 100 meters, and then she was far ahead...
Super sad and angry!
Just as this group of young people ran out to have fun, Meng Min took Yan Ronghua to the Guanyin Temple in the east of the city.
This Guanyin temple was very popular. Meng Min burned incense reverently and added incense money. When he came out, he met Yin, the wife of the prince of Wucheng.
The wife of Marquis Wucheng believed in Guanyin. Every year before Guanyin's birthday, she would come here to eat vegetarian food for three days. Many people in Chang'an knew about this.
Since they had met, they naturally had to chat for a while. Yin had also attended Yan Shiyue's coming-of-age banquet. She smiled and said a few respectful words, and then she saw Yan Ronghua standing shyly at the back...
Yin was very familiar with this kind of expression, and she had to give Meng Min face, so she praised: "Your third mother is really beautiful."
"You are too kind, Princess." Meng Min said with a smile, "This child is just well-behaved. Our Fu Yan is impatient with such things. Usually, this child is the only one who keeps me company."
She smiled casually and said, "Why don't you ask the children to accompany you when you come to worship the Buddha?"
Yin smiled and said, "Our eldest son will soon be engaged. He is so busy every day, how can he have time to accompany me?"
"Oh?" Meng Min smiled and said, "I haven't heard about your Dalang's wedding. I wonder which girl he has engaged?"
Yin smiled and said, "We haven't exchanged the engagement letter yet. If someone else were to be exchanged, the one I wouldn't mention would be you. I know you are a thoughtful person..." She smiled and moved closer, "The third lady of the Kong family."
The legitimate daughter of the Marquis's family is well-matched and it is a good marriage.
Meng Min smiled and congratulated him repeatedly. The two chatted for a while before leaving.
They were all ladies from aristocratic families, and they all understood this routine. After Meng Min got on the carriage, she said to Yan Ronghua, "Do you understand?"
Yan Ronghua lowered his head and wrung his hands: "I understand."
Meng Min patted her shoulder and said softly, "Although the Wucheng Marquis's family is of high status, it is not necessarily a good thing. As a mistress in the future, there will be too many things to bear. It is better to find a family with a lower status than ours and pick a man with a good temper..."
Yan Ronghua nodded repeatedly and leaned gently in her arms: "Second Aunt, I know you love me, I understand."
Meng Min patted her: "That's good."
She had given birth to three boys and had always wanted a daughter, but she never had one. When she saw Yan Ronghua was born, she was very happy and felt very sad. In addition, she felt guilty about Yan Chenghan's affairs, so she always took good care of the third room.
This morning, Yan Ronghua came to pay her respects. When she asked about her marriage, Yan Ronghua veiledly revealed her admiration for the grandson of Marquis Wucheng.
Although she is also a granddaughter of the royal family, she is a fatherless daughter after all, and most families are taboo about it. It is even more taboo for the Wucheng Marquis Mansion, which has been a single-line family for generations.
Moreover, Meng Min has always believed that "marrying off daughters from wealthy families and marrying wives from poor families" is the principle of life. However, seeing her crying silently and looking very pitiful, Meng Min still took her on this trip.
She ran away, and now that she has been asked clearly, it is time for her to give up.
Meng Min kept patting her shoulders with pity, but she didn't notice that Yan Ronghua, who was lying in her arms, had very calm eyes without a trace of tears.
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