Solitary pet

Chapter 137

The stars all over the sky were eclipsed at this moment, and the bright light seemed to be crushed and fell into his eyes, which were dark and deep.

Such eyes, such admiration, are all for her.

No one else has it, only her.

The corners of the mouth swayed with joy, spreading to the bottom of the heart, crisp and numb.She stretched out her hand shyly, put her five fingers together, and placed them carefully in his palm.

With a smile on his face, Shen Hao squeezed her hand tightly, leaned forward, and led her out of the seat.

Her body is very light, with wide and wide sleeves swaying in the wind, showing a willow-like waist.

Qingdai Emei, with jade fingers and plain arms, moves slightly, and the lotus feet bloom.

Shen Hao took her hand, and she pressed it cooperatively, the expected nervousness did not appear.

She looked into his eyes for a moment, because there was her reflection in them.

The wind rustled by her ears, and she followed his movements, like he took her for a walk in the woods after dinner to digest food, like he taught her how to read, like he taught her how to handle things, every step, every step, They all followed in his footsteps.

When she heard the sighs from the people around her, she thought she would be stage frightened, but when she leaned on him, she didn't feel frightened at all.

Even if the person sitting at the table is a saint, a queen, or the most honorable person in Wangjing.

She didn't care at all, and her eyes slid past his straight temples. She had kissed him so many times, and she would still be amazed when she looked at his eyebrows and eyes again.

He was originally cold, but such a cold face, reflected in her eyes, became tender and affectionate, his red lips, he had used these lips to kiss her several times.

She thought about what kind of relationship he wants, is it the friendship between friends?Is it the friendship with relatives?
No, not at all, what he wants is her admiration.

But she had never admired anyone before, and she didn't know how to give him this feeling. She couldn't find a trace, scratched her heart in every possible way, and suffered from nowhere to go, so she had to give up.

Shen Hao held her face in his hands, slowly wandering his hands from under her earlobes, touching her neck all the way to her shoulders.

Looking at each other affectionately, the focus of the first half of the wing dance is all on this.

The sound of silk and bamboo became quicker, Shen Hao hugged her waist, and opened his lips and teeth lightly: "A Sheng, hook me around the neck."

She knows this passage but is not familiar with it. The woman is lying on the man's body, held by him, her feet are off the ground, her hands are in the shape of wings, and she is floating in the air, giving herself wholeheartedly to the other party. From a distance, it looks like two Intertwined birds dance lightly in the air.

His strength was steady but not heavy. She was swinging in the air, and everyone's figures flashed by in her sight. There were so many pairs of fiery eyes staring at her, but she didn't feel nervous at all.

That's good, quietly by his side, treat him wholeheartedly.One day, she will find a way to praise him, her admiration.

It wasn't until the music stopped and thunderous applause sounded around him that he took her to meet the saint, and then he came back to his senses in a daze.

The saint raised his head, stared at her carefully, glanced lightly, without any emotion, that gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the bones, and she trembled a little.

Be steady, don't be afraid and don't make a fool of yourself.The sage said he wanted to look at her, and now he is looking at her. After passing this test, he will be able to fulfill his wish.

Subconsciously squeezed the sleeves, but completely forgot that both hands were being held tightly by him, and with a secret effort, they were all pinched on his hands by accident.

He didn't hide, but sent it to her hand intentionally, and held it tighter.

He Sheng pulled back his hand in embarrassment.

The sage asked: "How good is the dance, which family's daughter are you, and how old are you?"

He Sheng didn't dare to raise his head, he couldn't hide the expression on his face and the panic in his eyes.Thick eyelashes cast shadows like a fan, blinking and blinking, but the voice was peaceful: "I have won the approval of the saint, my little girl is very flattered, the little girl is the daughter of the Yao family, and she is sixteen this year."

The sage said softly, "The palace of the second child happens to be matched with a 16-year-old girl."

Shen Hao's heart hangs in his throat.

"The second child values ​​you, so don't let me down. When I return to Beijing, I will give you my will."

will, the will of marriage?She responded generously, but within a few seconds, her palms were dripping with cold sweat, and their palms were touching, whether it was his or hers.

The sage narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced past their tightly holding hands, and his eyes fell on the long-mouthed glazed jug in front of the desk. Li Fuquan understood, and hurried forward to pour the wine.

Above a high position, sometimes there is no need to speak, just a look and a look, and someone will think about it.

Holding the wine in both hands, Li Fuquan handed the wine to He Sheng.

The sage said: "Give it to you."

His tone was too calm, without any ups and downs, whispering gently, as if there was some conspiracy hidden, He Sheng subconsciously looked at the wine glass Li Fuquan handed over, wondering if this could be a poisonous bar?

As soon as the idea came up, I felt it was ridiculous, and quickly pressed it back.

He is a saint, even if he really despised her, he would not poison her in front of so many people, at most, secretly send someone to deal with her, right?

After all, he was young, had never experienced a big scene, and his emotions were tense in his head, and he had all kinds of weird ideas.

You can't hesitate for too long, if you don't take the drink, you will be contemptuous of the imperial power.

Perhaps emotions can be conveyed, Shen Hao was made a little nervous by her, watched her serve the wine, took a deep breath, and poured it all into his throat without making a sound.

Thank you, the saint nodded and motioned them to sit back.

He leaned over and asked, "Why don't you talk, is there any discomfort?"

He Sheng felt dizzy and his chest was stuffy.

She thought it was just a small sip, but in order to show her sincerity, she poured it from her mouth without blinking, knowing how strong the wine was, it was so hot that her throat was sore.

Shaking his head, he pressed his hand on his arm, feeling light under his feet, like stepping on a cloud.

"Are you drunk?" Shen Hao stretched out his fingers lovingly, and rolled up the silk ribbon hanging from her temples for her.

The silk ribbon was clipped behind the ears, the pearl white earrings swayed slightly, Haozhi's neck was glowing with powder, looking up, she saw her cheeks were flushed, as if dyed with rouge.

He Sheng felt that his ears were heavy, and everything he heard was buzzing, so he replied with a drawn-out tone: "...I'm not drunk, I'm happy."

"Happy?" Is it because of the marriage offer?

He Sheng nodded, leaning his head on his shoulder, leaning against his body, he felt at ease.

Shen Hao helped her back to her seat, worried that she would not sit still, so he reached out to support her back.

(End of this chapter)