Palm pet

Chapter 98 Sister-in-law
Xiao Tingyi had hidden some compassion early on, so he couldn't stand seeing her like this.

I almost ignored Gangchang ethics and went in.

But in the end, he was a child raised by the Tian family. Although he lost his temper for a while, he didn't offend too much.

Stopping the footsteps that wanted to approach, asked Jixiang to help her up, and then motioned for someone to pass on to the doctor.

But she didn't expect that Xiao Jiaojiao was already full of drunkenness, and the moment she stood up with force, she suddenly swayed without force.

Xiao Tingyi couldn't hold back this time,

Just before she almost fell back to the sharp broken porcelain, Jianbu stepped forward to help her.

But it was only a bit of support, and when she almost stood still, she silently took half a step back, avoiding to look at her the whole time.

However, with the development of the matter to this day, how could Yun Jin'an give up easily.

She grabbed his wrist with a flip of her hand, and she looked at him with red eyes: "You are back."

Yes.

She asked, you are back.

Like the little lady of the Chang family who has been waiting for a long time, with a little drunkenness, a little bit of resentment, and a subtle trembling and crying voice, with a warm fragrance that seems to be absent.

Obviously pitiful and sultry, Xiao Tingyi has always avoided her on purpose, always lowering his eyes in a daze.

It seems that he kept the rules in mind, but he didn't withdraw his hand just yet, and he didn't know if he forgot for a while, or he couldn't bear to see her slump on the ground.

It was such a small detail that Yun Jin'an understood the general idea at once.

Quietly, she glanced at the closet not far away, and after seeing the result she wanted, she took the hand on his wrist, and then raised her hand to caress the side of his face.

His eyes were burning, and he was drunk with tears: "You... finally came back."

Just as he was speaking, when Cong Cong's fingertips lightly touched his ear, Xiao Tingyi blushed immediately.

In fact, Xiao Tingyi really inherited the burly and capable lineage of the Gu family, and the Xiao family's dignified and stable emperor's air is indispensable.

Whether it's speech, manner, or facial features, he not only has the gentleness of his eldest brother Xiao Tingrui, but also somewhat conceals the awe of his uncle Gu Chengyu.

After these days of experience, even though he is young, even one year younger than Yun Jin'an, when he stands in front of others, he looks down like an eagle.

But it is also such a person, who has gone through the battle for the establishment of the crown prince, the killing of brothers, and is so cruel that he personally designed his uncle to be imprisoned. At that moment, he was a little overwhelmed.

Amidst the warm fragrance, the two just stood there like this.

One is extremely depressed and forbearing, and the other is pitiful to me.

After watching the meeting, Jixiang added another incense stick to the censer, and then gave the palace supervisor who came with Shengjia a look.

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That night, Yuanyangxian's candle flickered all night.

(Yatou seduces Xiao Tingyi in front of Gu Gou to do something that Xiaoxiang does not allow,

Gu Gou was locked in a cabinet and watched the whole process,
Angry and impotent,
Content prohibited. . .

I won’t post the text)

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Tingyi almost woke up.

That day, he had a dream.

There is no emperor brother in the dream.

No uncle.

There is no queen mother.

There is no such thing as a power struggle,

There is no Xiao family Gu family.

only him,
And Ann.

She is still very quiet, like a little milk cat, small and soft.

Wearing her favorite light-colored dress and wearing the simplest plain silver hairpin,

In the dream, she would stand under the sun and smile at him,
Facing the streamer, the whole body is shining.

In the dream, she stood side by side with him, would lean on him and call him A Yi, and would tell him that not being afraid of power, not climbing the ranks of the powerful, is for righteousness.

It's just that the dream was too short, so short that before he could think about anything else, he was suddenly awakened by a sudden white light.

When he opened his eyes, the one in front of him was "An'er" in his dream.

It's just that this An'er can't laugh, and can't say such gentle words, but with hatred in his eyes, he raised a dagger and sent it towards him violently.

Xiao Tingyi immediately took a breath, and raised his hand suddenly to block her,

She flicked away without force, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.
Unexpectedly, when she turned over, she suddenly sent a candlestick, and then raised a handful of white ash,
Although his movements are weak, every move is obviously going straight to his vital gate.

But Xiao Tingyi is a martial arts practitioner after all, but he pinched her with just two moves.

But I don't know if it became violent all of a sudden, or if he was too indulgent last night and couldn't hold back his strength. The moment he was about to hold her, his legs suddenly gave way and brought her down on the couch.

Seemingly subconsciously, she hugged the person in her arms tightly, clearly unable to open her eyes, and when she landed, she did not forget to raise her hand to protect the back of her head.

With a bang, what came immediately was not discomfort elsewhere, but a headache, a pain that almost exploded,
Thoughts are also very chaotic.

Just like this absurd room, and the sudden change of painting style.

What made him even more confused was that the light-like existence in the dream seemed to have a deep hatred here.

Knowing that it was meaningless, she kicked him desperately to break free.

The consequences can be imagined, within two moments, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the palace warden asked His Majesty how he was doing eagerly.

Listening to the voice of an outsider, my messy thoughts suddenly woke up for three minutes,

Angrily shouted out, and then helped her up.

Unexpectedly, he stood still, his eyes were half-opened in a daze, when the slap came.

This time he didn't hide, and the slap was firmly slapped on his face.

"If you don't want to die, just stop." He said.

"Now that things have happened, do you think I'm still afraid of death?"

After hearing this, he just tried hard to open his eyes.

At this time, she was standing under the window, just like in her dream, staring at him fixedly, with the morning light, there seemed to be a faint glow between her finger bones.

However, the person in front of him is full of hatred, although he has given up the idea of ​​attacking him again, but the cruelty and unwillingness in his eyes are hard to hide.

It is very different from what you see in your dreams, or even what you see on weekdays.

At this moment, she is too hateful, too indifferent, unprecedentedly indifferent,
It made him a little unclear, and made him afraid.

If he hadn't actually seen her collarbone where the hickey marks had not disappeared, he would have even doubted whether that person last night was really her.

Yes.

last night,

Just three or two hours ago,
just him and her,

it's here,
In his uncle's couch,
and the person he should have called aunt,

his former sister-in-law,
Absurdity happened that should never have happened.

Asking himself, he thinks that he always keeps in mind the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, he does not say that he has few desires, but he also follows the rules, never daring to have half a daydream.

It's also ridiculous.

It is such a person who remembers the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, but also such a licentious person.

Even more frightening is that,
Looking at the messy scratches on the bend of the arm,
The faint kiss marks on her body,

And the rage that was still fresh in his memory, he didn't feel any shame in his heart.

Some even took the love words between the couch as the truth.

Even, in such a short time, he still fantasized about the farm life in the play.

Under the window of the morning pavilion, he would tie up her hair and stroke her eyebrows, hold her palm and sing softly for her.

In the afternoon when he was tired from work, she would make two cups of tea for her, and then quietly stand aside to grind ink for him,
Sometimes, like a little milk cat, he leans over his shoulders and clings to him,
He would never neglect her, and would often chat with her about poems and essays that made her happy, and he would add a few words together in his spare time.

If you find her two extinct rare books from time to time, in exchange for her smiling face, it will be considered peace of mind.

There are not too many splashes in this day, only peace and warmth.

　This chapter was banned again and again, as for the reason. . . .You know, it's an old formula.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)