Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 46

The sky was high and the clouds were light, and the setting sun shone into the long pavilion. Zhao Qinghe held a scroll in his hand and studied it attentively.

Everyone in the academy was looking forward to the next big lake tour, and their hearts were full of joy, but Zhao Qinghe also knew that after the lake tour, the college's big exam was coming soon, and her homework had always been mediocre, and her ranking had been hovering in the middle , if you can advance a few places this time, my father will be very happy.

And... She looked at the warm yellow Changyang, narrowed her eyes slightly, her forehead was frowned, and she was a little lost in thought.

It should be that no one wants to give her a hairpin, right?

Although she secretly bought a white jade hairpin and wanted to give it to that person, but... receiving one of his paintings is already a great gift from God, what more could she ask for?

Zhao Qinghe stared at the void in a daze, thoughtful, his eyes were long and distant, and he did not move for a long time.

When Sun Zuoyang stepped into the long pavilion, Zhao Qinghe had already fallen asleep on the stone table in the pavilion. He saw a slender figure from a long distance, and he was very familiar with it. When he got closer, he didn't expect it to be her.

The setting sun shone on that fair little face. Zhao Qinghe, who was sleeping soundly, was quieter than usual. Every place was clean and soft. When the wind blew into the pavilion, the long eyelashes would tremble, like a little white like a rabbit.

Sun Zuoyang couldn't help laughing, reached out to pick up the book next to her, and said to himself: "Everyone is discussing night tours by holding candles, and you are the only one who came to this pavilion to review books. What a silly girl, why don't you Is there... anyone who wants to swim the lake and go boating together?"

Speaking of this, he stared at the sleeping face, his eyes suddenly became affectionate and gentle: "But I have."

He gently stretched out his hand, touched the white and soft cheek little by little, and held his breath, it was just as he had imagined, the skin was as thick as fat, and could be broken by blowing bombs, no matter how fine jade was, it couldn't compare to this feeling of touch, He...was reluctant to let go.

As if a hand was scratching up and down in his heart, Sun Zuoyang swallowed his saliva, looked left and right, couldn't help but leaned down, and got a little closer to that Qingwan sleeping face, just when he was about to kiss her gently, a voice suddenly sounded behind him——

"Sun Zuoyang, what are you doing?"

Ji Wenjing appeared in the pavilion with a gloomy face, with a painting box on his shoulders, and he happened to be passing by. Sun Zuoyang was so frightened that he was flustered and at a loss, his handsome face suddenly turned pale: "I, I..."

Ji Wenjing took a step forward, pushed him hard, and put his body in front of the stone table. He frowned coldly: "Taking advantage of others' danger, you are despicable and shameless. I used to say that you are a wild horse in heat, but I flattered you. Lustful, not worthy of being a disciple of the Academy."

"You, you, Ji Wenjing, keep your mouth clean!" Sun Zuoyang blushed, and was so flustered for the first time: "I, I'm just, I can't help it..."

"Can you be like this if you can't help it?" Ji Wenjing snorted coldly, and said bluntly: "As long as it is the girl you like, can you be frivolous at will? Then I see that you are handsome and handsome, and I like it very much in my heart, too. Can't help it, will you come over and let me kiss you?"

"Ji Wenjing, you, you're enough!" Sun Zuoyang was short of breath, his chest heaved and heaved, he suddenly pointed at Ji Wenjing: "What do you know? Junior Sister Qinghe and I have had skin-to-skin relationships for a long time!"

Ji Wenjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face changed drastically. Sun Zuoyang gritted his teeth, seeing that the matter had come to an end, he simply let it go and said, "She, she once kissed my eyes!"

"Kiss your eyes?" Ji Wenjing took a deep breath, trying to suppress all emotions: "You got kicked in the head by a donkey, are you hysterical?"

"You just became hysterical, what do you know? Just two years ago, at the peach blossom banquet in the academy two years ago..."

In fact, Zhao Qinghe has always had an unknown secret. She is usually quiet and introverted, and she is extremely shy, but when she gets drunk, she will become a "big hooligan", a real "big hooligan".

Just because when she was a child, she saw her father get drunk and molested the aunt at home, and even got her drunk, which made her confused, so she followed suit and molested the people around her.

Since then, she has never been able to get rid of this unspeakable problem. Once she gets drunk, she will completely "transform". Whether it is a man or a woman around, as long as she looks good and is a "beauty", she will Will pounce on a frivolous tease.

Fortunately, for a long time, she has been served by all kinds of handsome maids, so every time she makes troubles, it is only the servants of the mansion who throw her down, and there has never been any major trouble.

Later, Sun Zuoyang tried every means to "buy" this secret from the maid of the Zhao Mansion, because at the peach blossom banquet two years ago, something unexpected happened to him.

That spring, Zhuxiu Academy held a peach blossom banquet, under the tree, wine and wine were exchanged, and the disciples drank and talked about poetry. In the middle of the banquet, he left the banquet, wanting to go to the lake for some fresh air.

At that time, a bright moon in the sky was shining on the lake, and the water was sparkling. When Sun Zuoyang was blowing the wind to sober up by the lake, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him, as if someone was talking to himself, and he followed the sound all the way to find it. , actually touched into the rockery, and saw a scene of extreme astonishment——

Zhao Qinghe sat on a stone, his eyes were drunk, his face was flushed, his body was crooked, and he lowered his head and kept muttering: "Don't get drunk, don't lose your temper, don't flirt with others, don't play hooligans, don't, don't..."

While she was drunk, she stretched out her hands and kept patting her cheeks, as if she wanted to wake herself up.

The cave was filled with the smell of alcohol, her long hair was hanging loose, talking to herself, the scene was absurd and funny for a while.

Sun Zuoyang held his breath, and slowly stepped forward. Just when he was about to take a closer look, he was spotted by Zhao Qinghe who raised his head.

Her eyes lit up, and she seemed to be a different person in an instant, and she whistled very rascally: "Oh, beauty, the master is here, the master loves you very much."

Sun Zuoyang was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had heard wrongly. He had no friendship with Zhao Qinghe on weekdays, and he knew that she was shy and quiet. Reeking of alcohol, he was caught off guard and could not avoid it. He leaned back and fell to the ground suddenly.

It was too late to say it, but he subconsciously protected Zhao Qinghe's head with his hands. With a plop, Zhao Qinghe pressed heavily on his chest, but he didn't stay quiet for a moment, and crawled up crookedly again.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she looked him up and down with drunken eyes and a smile, and whistled in a rascally way, as if wanting to belittle a good woman.

He looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and tried to call her twice, but she sat on him, smiling even more rascally: "Little beauty, your eyes are so beautiful, it makes my heart itch, come on!" , let Yexiang have a..."

As soon as the words were finished, she had already bent down, and suddenly leaned her head over, and kissed his eyes with a slap.

He was startled, and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but she entangled him even tighter. He didn't want to hurt her with all his strength, so he felt her kissing and licking on his eyes, which made him rise up. A strange feeling.

Under the moonlight, the tip of that soft little tongue is disorderly, but it seems like ten thousand ants are crawling in his heart, his mouth is dry, his nose is full of fragrance, everything he touches is soft and fragrant, he is dazedly... No more hands.

It was an indescribable tingling feeling, he had never experienced it before, he couldn't control himself, and Yuexia also became distracted.

Finally, Zhao Qinghe raised his head drunkenly from him, a strand of messy hair hung down, carrying a pure and unrestrained beauty.

She stretched out her hand to touch his lips, her eyes were blurred, and her smile became more and more like a hooligan: "Oh, and this, this is also beautiful, little beauty, come on, I love you so much..."

At that moment, Sun Zuoyang had to admit that he was shamefully...hard.

Not to mention pushing Zhao Qinghe away, he even had some faint expectations in his heart, he just looked at the bright red mouth that was glowing with water, and hoped that she would put it into practice soon, as he said... do well Come to "pain" him.

His heart was beating violently, watching her bend down and lower her head, she got closer and closer, her smile became more and more turbulent, her eyes became more and more blurred...but within an inch, she tilted her head and fainted from drunkenness.

The heart he mentioned was suddenly suspended in the air, I don't know what it feels like.

After being frozen on the ground for a long time, he got up with difficulty, helped Zhao Qinghe, brought her out of the cave, and put her under a tree by the lake. He immediately returned to the banquet and quietly called out Wen Renjun.

He pretended to say that he went to the lake to blow some air, and accidentally found Zhao Qinghe leaning against a tree. He seemed to be asleep. I wonder if he was very drunk...

Wen Renjun hurriedly followed him to find Zhao Qinghe. After he was relieved, he left alone, but instead of returning to the peach blossom banquet, he went to his own courtyard.

God knows how anxious he is, it's a shame to say it... His lower body is still stiff!
After returning to the dormitory in one breath, he took a cold shower and struggled for a while before he recovered.

In the next few days, he was always restless, and his mind was full of the shadow of Zhao Qinghe.

He sent someone to inquire in private, and finally found out Zhao Qinghe's "secret" from the maid of Zhao's mansion. He couldn't help laughing, but in the academy, he couldn't help but pay attention to Zhao Qinghe. Every time he saw her, his heart would melt Jumping very fast... He thought, this is called liking.

She was the first girl who moved his heart and made him fall in love with her.

"That time I went to redeem someone, obviously I tried my best, but you took advantage of me and told her to regard you as a savior, but you always spoke coldly to her. I couldn't get angry every time, thinking Give you a good beating, let you know that my woman is not easy to bully..."

In the long pavilion, Ji Wenjing's eyes tightened, and his complexion suddenly changed: "Sun Zuoyang, are you sick? What is your woman? It was just an accident, nothing happened, you just want to ruin his reputation with empty talk?"

Sun Zuoyang was choked by this, his handsome face was a little embarrassing, but he still pouted his neck and said: "Even if it's not now, it will be one day in the future. I will go to Zhao's mansion to propose marriage. Let me tell you, she will be mine. It must be mine!"

After finishing speaking, Sun Zuoyang turned around and stepped out of the long pavilion, and left in a flick of his sleeves. Ji Wenjing watched his retreating back, frowning deeply, and slowly clenched his palms.

When Zhao Qinghe woke up, the sky was full of sunset, the wind swept across the fields, and the magnificent light shone into the pavilion. Before she had time to marvel at the breathtaking beauty, she was startled by Ji Wenjing who was painting next to her: "Senior Brother Ji, you, When did you come? Why are you here..."

Ji Wenjing was sitting at the stone table, drawing with a pen, with a calm expression, without raising his head: "Why, this stone table is engraved with your name and surname, you are only allowed to sleep on it, and I am not allowed to use it for painting?"

There was a trace of imperceptible sullenness in his tone, he couldn't tell whether he was angry at Zhao Qinghe for his defenselessness, sleeping in the pavilion as soon as he said it, he didn't know how to protect himself, or he was angry at her... That drunken and frivolous Sun Zuoyangzhi thing.

Eye?How good are Sun Zuoyang's eyes?She is like a bull, without a trace of elegance, she is not good-looking because she has thick eyebrows and big eyes, can she have some aesthetic ability?
The more Ji Wenjing thought about it, the tighter his chest became, the more force he drew, a touch of scarlet color went off the mark, his eyelids twitched, Zhao Qinghe obviously noticed it too, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Ji Wenjing's gaze was fixed, and as soon as he changed the style of his pen, he made a mistake and added a few more strokes to the off-centered part of the painting, turning it into another magnificent scene.

Zhao Qinghe was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to sigh: "Ji, Senior Brother Ji, you are so amazing!"

She stood up involuntarily, bowed her head, and looked closer at Ji Wenjing's painting. A few strands of long hair swayed in front of her chest, but she didn't even notice it. The tip of the hair brushed Ji Wenjing's ear, and his hand shook slightly.

Ji Wenjing took a deep breath, and Zhao Qinghe moved closer. His ears turned red, as if he had been scratched, his heart fluttered slightly. In the evening wind, Zhao Qinghe had a pleasant smell, lingering around him, like early spring The same as the moon sycamore flower.

He didn't reject it at all, it was just... a little hot.

After finally finishing a picture of the sunset in the long pavilion, Ji Wenjing felt relieved, and Zhao Qinghe also stood up, his eyes full of admiration: "It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than the sunset in the sky just now. Although it is painted on paper, it seems to be vivid in front of my eyes... ..."

"How do you like it?"

Ji Wenjing opened his mouth suddenly, Zhao Qinghe was taken aback, Ji Wenjing stretched out his slender fingers, pushed the painting towards her, "Here it is for you."

"Again, are you giving it to me again?" Zhao Qinghe's eyes widened, a little overwhelmed, Ji Wenjing nodded, his face in the wind was extremely handsome, and a smile appeared rarely.

"It's just that in the future... stay away from Sun Zuoyang."

Zhao Qinghe thought he had heard this sentence wrongly, "What, what?"

After she realized it, she looked into Ji Wenjing's dark eyes, hurriedly waved her hands and said, "No, no, I, I have nothing to do with Senior Brother Sun, I haven't said a few words to him, I have nothing to him..."

"I know you haven't, but can you stop the dog from thinking about the buns?"

Ji Wenjing simply interrupted, seeing Zhao Qinghe's stupefied expression, he didn't go any further, but changed the subject: "Are you going to study here all this time?"

He looked up: "Do you mind if I have one more?"

Zhao Qinghe's breath trembled: "You, you also want to review the book?"

"What, you think I've allocated a seat, and the pavilion is crowded?"

"Damn, of course not... It would be great to be able to review books with Senior Brother Ji!"

Zhao Qinghe's heart was pounding like a deer, and he sat down at the stone table, looked at Ji Wenjing nervously, and said cautiously, "Then Senior Brother Ji, do you come every day?"

Ji Wenjing asked her back, "Will you come?"

Zhao Qinghe hurriedly said: "I will, I will."

Ji Wenjing smiled, his long hair was blown by the evening wind, his clothes fluttered, and under the ray of sunlight, his face was so handsome that he looked like a person in a painting, with the corners of his lips curled up, he only said five words softly:
"Then I will come too."

(End of this chapter)