Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 650 Weakness, teach me

The surface of the old tree stump that was cut off a few days ago was polished and smoothed, and the edges were carved to make a simple small table.

There is a flower stand next to it, and there are dots of pink and white embedded in the entangled vines and green leaves.

Underneath is a finely crafted swing bed, sandalwood is fragrant, and the fragrance is faintly scattered in this deserted courtyard. Su Rao sits on it, caressing the handrail carved with lotus patterns, and looks up at the flower stand on the top.

Starlight leaks from the gaps in the flower branches at night.

Cool breeze.

If it is daytime, this flower stand and branches and leaves will cover the strong sunlight, cast a large shadow, and lay cushions on it, so that people can nest on it to enjoy the cool and have a lunch break.

With Shi Ziye's temper, naturally he wouldn't prepare this thing for himself.

In the entire palace, there is only one more her so far.

When she has nothing to do, she likes to sleep, sleeping on the porch, sleeping under the tree, feeling the comfort and leisure of the breeze blowing on her face and the chirping of cicadas and birds.

She said it when she was in the ancient Buddhist temple.

He always remembered.

Yan Heqing...

When she chanted this name, her heart felt sore and tight, as if she was being held by a hand. The secret pain made her blood scream, and she felt deeply greedy...

Thoughts swirled and flashed.

Su Rao was tired from sitting, she was about to get up and walk around, when she just got up, there was the sound of footsteps outside, she was always calm and simple, neither too fast nor too slow.

She didn't have time to think about it, and went straight into the room in a flash.

When her sleeve brushed against the window sill, the figure stepped through the courtyard door and entered slowly.

Seeing their elder son go in, the shadow thorns hid among the treetops and whispered: "Are we really just watching like this, and don't want to report back?"

"Report what?"

"At least let the young master know that someone is coming."

"Either Master Zhu said that you have no eyesight, the young master has already ordered that the girl can go in and out of any place in the mansion freely, and there is no need to report. Besides, at this time, aren't you looking for trouble when you go in?"

"That's right, the last time the two broke up unhappy, and finally someone came over. It's the time when Xiaoyi is gentle, so let's not make trouble."

"Eighteen is right. The girl told you not to tell the young master about her presence. Most likely she wanted to surprise the young master."

……

Yan Yun walked halfway, turned his head to look at the swing frame, his eyes moved slightly, and stopped to look at it for a while. Unexpectedly, there was such a thing in the courtyard, and he didn't think it was an eyesore.

Instead, it seemed to add anger.

She will like it.

After thinking about it, Yan Yun withdrew his gaze and walked slowly into the room. The light in the porch was on, and he could vaguely see what was going on inside the room. He walked to the table and prepared to light the lamp.

The hand just touched the candlestick.

A breath came from behind, Yan Yun's eyes were sharply focused, and the cold light flashed for a moment, then he remembered something and quickly fell silent, standing quietly as if he hadn't noticed.

The delicate body was pressed against his back as soon as he came, and his hands passed through his waist familiarly, and they were clasped together.

In the dim light, Yan Yun glanced down at the hands around his waist, his eyes darkened, but his face was calm and calm, he pursed his thin lips without saying a word.

He knew it was her.

The palace is heavily guarded, and Zhimo Academy is even more fortified. Unless it is a master like Master Qingdeng, no one can touch his dormitory without alerting Shadow Thorn.

He was thinking about something in his heart, and subconsciously relaxed his vigilance in his own mansion, so he didn't realize that there was another person in the house.

"you……"

Yan Yun pondered for a moment in this dead silence, and just as soon as he opened his mouth, Su Rao said softly, "You said let me think it through before I come to you again. If I didn't think about it, are you planning to throw me out again?"

This interrupted Yan Yun's thoughts. He could hear deep resentment and grievance in his depressed tone. He didn't pay attention to the previous sentence for a moment, and laughed angrily: "Su Lingling, you have to say something. Reason, when did I throw you out?"

He obviously opened the door thoughtfully, and then...sent her out.

"You closed the door and didn't let me in."

Su Rao's throat choked.

At first, he just wanted to mess around, but after he said a few words, he suddenly felt wronged when he heard his voice.

Yan Yun heard that her tone was different from before, as if she was very wronged, and couldn't help wondering if she had really gone too far.

"Su Lingling."

His tone softened a little, and no one paid him any attention.

The head against his back was arched, and he used his forehead to push it against him, and gave him a light bump like a punishment. Although the force was no different from a tickle, Yan Yun's heart still tightened.

"say."

"Or something happened, who made you unhappy?"

He grabbed her hand and wanted to let go, turned to look at her, but Su Rao hugged her tightly, "You, don't move."

Her heart was as soft as a ball of cotton stuffed.

Suddenly felt guilty, she just wanted to tease him, who would have thought he took it seriously.

Hearing this, Yan Yun really didn't move, and grabbed her wrist, "What's going on? You..."

"It's nothing, I just miss you."

The tip of Su Rao's tongue burned, blocking his wild thoughts, and said directly: "Yan Yun, I know what you are upset about."

The topic changed too quickly, Yan Yun was taken aback for a moment, and followed her words: "So smart?"

"I've always been smart."

After Su Rao finished speaking, she hummed with a little guilt: "At most, it's because I'm slow in some things."

The corners of Yan Yun's lips curled slightly.

He cupped her hand calmly, rubbing his fingertips lightly, noncommittal.

"Ah Yun, I didn't want to back down, and I didn't mean to draw a line when I said those words. I was just worried that bringing up old things would make you sad."

The fingertips that were rubbing against her suddenly stopped, and patted her comfortingly.

Knowing that he had listened, Su Rao spoke out all the thoughts in her heart: "Except for you, there are only a handful of people close to me since I was a child, and I don't even know how to get along with them, so according to what I feel comfortable The way is constantly testing."

"Not everyone is born with the ability to love. I am dull, dull, and cold, but if I choose to be with you, I will not back down halfway."

"I just don't understand, I don't know how to do it is good for you."

"Yan Yun."

She wrinkled the tip of her nose, her voice was as soft as a kitten's, and she lightly rubbed her cheek against his back: "You teach me, will you?"

The breeze flows and passes through the hall.

The lights in the corridor swayed, and their shadows swayed, and after a while, Su Rao heard him sigh softly, and said quietly: "I'm impatient."

She felt her hands being gently separated, the man turned around, the satin-like hair brushed against her face, and was brushed away by his cold fingertips.

"Lingling."

Yan Yun's deep eyebrows locked her gaze, his throat rolled, and he said in a low hoarse voice for a moment, "Blame me, blame me for losing my temper with you without asking clearly, and I won't do it in the future."

"I'll be more patient, more patient."

He gently hugged her into his arms, tightened his arms, and his chest trembled: "The years are long, let's take our time..."

(End of this chapter)