Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 48

The blue sky was clear and the clouds were lingering. When Ji Wenjing went out with the painting box on his back, he loosened his muscles and murmured, "What a barbarian!"

"But..." He stood under the sky, opened his palms, looked at the white jade hairpin, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and muttered to himself, "It's as white as snow, with a delicate temperament, ah...you have a good eye."

In the room, Wen Renjun sat at the table, looked carefully at Luo Qiuchi's cheeks, and said happily: "Uncle Lu's medicine really has a miraculous effect, and there is no scar at all!"

She couldn't help touching the side of Fang Junyi's face, with a smile in her eyes: "Luo Xiaobai, you can rest assured now, God has not taken away your deceitful skin, you are still the most beautiful boy in the academy in the hearts of girls..."

Luo Qiuchi turned sideways slightly, but smiled without saying a word, holding the teacup in one hand, and took a sip slowly.

Since she came in, he has always been in this non-cold manner, and the atmosphere between the two has never been more subtle.

Wen Renjun withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and pursed his lips: "I came this time, actually, to... want to talk to you about something, that day, that day, didn't you ask me what color hairpin I like the most?"

Luo Qiuchi blinked lightly, clenched his teacup tightly, and said nothing, Wen Renjun pursed his lips, and continued, "I might, maybe I can't...because I have already promised..."

In the apologetic voice, Luo Qiuchi suddenly interrupted, raised his head and smiled: "You said that day, I remembered."

He raised eyebrows on his handsome face, with a casual smile: "I'm just asking casually, you won't take it seriously, will you?"

Wen Renjun was stunned, Luo Qiuchi approached her, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "You don't really think that I'm going to give you a hairpin and invite you to swim in the lake together?"

"You, you... what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, just teasing you."

"Teasing me?"

"Yeah, just to tease you, otherwise what do you think?"

"I, I thought..." Wen Renjun's face was changing, his body was trembling, and he suddenly stood up, biting his lips: "Of course I never thought about going to the lake with you, you have an open mouth and a wild habit I have always only cared about my own happiness, how could I take your words seriously, I have already made an appointment with Senior Brother Fu, and on the day of holding candles at night, I just want to go to the lake with Senior Brother Fu!"

Luo Qiuchi sneered lazily: "You don't need to tell me, I can guess it, you two are childhood sweethearts, naturally close, no one can get in, you came here just to tell me this?"

"You, you..." Wen Renjun trembled for a long time, finally bit his lip, his face became paler, and he smiled lightly: "Yes, I just came to tell you this, since you already know, I won't Don't bother me any more, you should have a good rest."

She swayed, her eyes flickered, and she staggered when she went out, but Luo Qiuchi pretended not to see her, and only said in a low voice: "It's good to go, little senior sister, I won't see you off."

When the person really left and the room became completely silent, the man in white turned his head slightly and stared at the cute and charming ceramic doll on the bedside.

He didn't know how long he sat quietly before he smiled silently, his eyes were deep, a little lonely, a little self-deprecating, and he threw something away casually.

With a sound of "ding", the jasper hairpin hit the ceramic doll, and the two fell down together, barely landing on the head of the bed.

"Swallow grass is like blue silk, swallow grass is like blue silk..."

The poem was muttered softly, Junyi's face was expressionless, he propped his head up, feeling very dull, and dragged out the sound: "It's boring, it's really boring——"

The setting sun is like gold, and the mottled light shines into the long pavilion. The wind blows the sleeves of the clothes, and the two figures sit side by side, as clear as a painting.

Holding the scroll in his hands, Zhao Qinghe quietly glanced at Ji Wenjing next to him. His chin was fair and delicate, his lips were red and clear, his hair was black like a waterfall, and his face was as handsome as a banished fairy. He compared the scenery around him.

She was dazed for a moment, and held her breath, for fear of disturbing this dreamlike scene.

Ji Wenjing buried his head between the albums, without squinting, with a calm expression on his face, but there was a voice in his heart that couldn't stop slandering: "Why are you staring at me for so long? Just staring but not talking, what do you mean? Still watching? Why not?" See? Stupid woman, talk, talk to me quickly..."

"Senior Brother Ji, I, I have something to tell you."

"Oh." Ji Wenjing raised his head with a cold face: "What do you want to say?"

His demeanor is too cold, and his face is so beautiful that people dare not look at him directly. Zhao Qinghe's palms trembled, and he swallowed subconsciously. After a long time, he summoned up his courage and said, "Senior Brother Ji, thank you so much for these days Yes, you taught me a lot of methods of reviewing books, taught me to be flexible, no longer just memorizing by rote, but also lent me your usual notes for reference, I, I have benefited a lot, I am really grateful to you... ..."

Ji Wenjing's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "It's a trivial matter, it's nothing."

Zhao Qinghe blushed, and continued to say vigorously: "No, I have to thank you, I must thank you... So I, I made you a sachet, see if you like it?"

After saying this, her ears turned red, she took out something with trembling hands, and handed it to Ji Wenjing, without daring to look at him again, she just lowered her head and stammered, "This, this is my This is the first time I make this kind of thing, the needle method is not very good, maybe I can't catch the eyes of Senior Brother Ji, but, but the spices in it are very good, yes, it has the effect of calming the nerves, if, if Senior Brother Ji is tired... "

"It's pretty ugly." Ji Wenjing stared at the sachet, and suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Zhao Qinghe looked up in a daze, a little unresponsive.

Ji Wenjing looked at her, and said in a flat tone, "I said, it's quite ugly."

Zhao Qinghe's cheeks turned red in an instant, his hands trembled more and more violently, and there were sparkles in his eyes, but at this moment, Ji Wenjing stood up, raised his hands, and coughed lightly: "Give me a tie." let's go."

"Ah?" Zhao Qinghe suspected that he had heard it wrong, stared at Ji Wenjing, and said timidly, "Yes, but didn't you just say..."

"My vision is higher than that of ordinary people. I say ugly, but in the eyes of others, it is already good. What's more, no one is perfect, and there is nothing perfect in the world. Apart from being ugly, this sachet is ugly. Other places are fine... I said, what are you still doing, fasten it to me."

Ji Wenjing opened his arms a little more, with a serious face. He has a tall figure, a slender waist, and his clothes flutter in the wind. Zhao Qinghe was taken aback by what he said. She couldn't believe her ears, and pointed Pointing to Ji Wenjing's waist, "Brother Ji, you, do you want to wear the sachet on your waist?"

"if not?"

Ji Wenjing looked down at her, their eyes met each other, the setting sun shrouded the long pavilion, and the wind blew through the tips of their hair. Only then did Zhao Qinghe react, his heart was beating wildly, and a voice in his head kept calling——

Me, I did such an ugly job, Senior Brother Ji didn't even think it was disgusting, and he really accepted it with words of encouragement. In order to take care of my emotions, he didn't hesitate to wrong me to prevent me from stepping down. Wear this vulgar thing on your waist!
Zhao Qinghe, Zhao Qinghe, what a virtue and ability you are to be treated like this by Senior Brother Ji!
Feeling ups and downs in his heart, Zhao Qinghe raised his head, his eyes sparkling, and looked at Ji Wenjing with great emotion: "Okay, Senior Brother Ji, I, I will tie it up for you..."

As she approached him, her long hair slid down, bringing back the familiar fragrance of Yuewu flowers. Ji Wenjing's throat tightened, and she felt her hands gently touch his waist, with a pious and serious expression on her face, her movements were obviously very gentle. , but moved his heart to a lake, bringing waves of ripples.

The wind passed through the pavilion, and the warm sun was slightly intoxicating. Ji Wenjing never knew that wearing a sachet for others could be so... alluring.

The knot of the sachet seemed to be a little complicated. Zhao Qinghe hadn't tied it completely after a long time. With a thin layer of fabric, Ji Wenjing could almost feel the warmth and softness of her hands.

His long eyelashes trembled, he tried his best to control his breathing, and his face was also clear and cold, lest Zhao Qinghe would notice something strange.

At this moment, the breeze swept across the long pavilion, and an inkstone on the table slanted down, hitting Zhao Qinghe's head. Ji Wenjing's eyelids twitched. With a block of his sleeve, he suddenly protected Zhao Qinghe's head——

With a bang, the inkstone was hitting the back of his hand, he gritted his teeth and grunted, still bent over to block, but Zhao Qinghe was in his arms, completely stunned.

"Brother Ji, you, are you okay?"

Before Zhao Qinghe had time to stand up, Ji Wenjing had already squatted down. He pressed her head and said nervously, "How about it, did you hit your forehead?"

Zhao Qinghe hurriedly shook his head, grabbed Ji Wenjing's hand, "I'm fine... Senior Brother Ji, your hands, your hands are all red!"

She exclaimed, her heart ached, she couldn't help shaking the hand she was holding, and she was so anxious that tears were about to fall: "Does it hurt? Why do you help me block it? This is your hand, you use it to write Hands that paint, what if you break it..."

The back of the hand was red and swollen, which made other places more white and tender. Zhao Qinghe burst into tears, and couldn't help blowing gently on the red mark, which hurt a hundred times more than hitting himself.

She was so focused on blowing and rubbing, she didn't notice Ji Wenjing's eyes looking at her at all.

They were very close, very close, and the pleasant fragrance of Yuewu flowers lingered between them. Ji Wenjing remained motionless, staring at Zhao Qinghe's face. The wound on his hand didn't hurt, but Zhao Qinghe breathed lightly , blowing... a little itchy.

He could clearly see her snow-white and translucent skin, her slightly flickering eyelashes, and the teardrops on them, and...the lips that couldn't stop blowing.

Xu Shi's eyes were too hot, Zhao Qinghe finally realized it, and raised his head stupidly, but Ji Wenjing looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Brother Ji, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for being stupid. No matter how important it is, it's just a hand. Can it be more important than your head? Are you so anxious?"

Zhao Qinghe nodded quickly, and stammered: "As for it! Of course your hand is important, more important than anything else. If you destroy your hand, I will regret it for the rest of my life..."

"Silly, since you value these hands so much, why don't I chop them off and give them to you?" Ji Wenjing smiled.

"Senior Brother Ji, you, don't be joking, I think, let's go back quickly, I'll give you some medicine, or go directly to Ren'an Hall, in case you really hurt your muscles and bones, it won't be good, and, and There's a big exam coming up soon, but you can't..."

A gentle breeze blew, and the world was quiet. Zhao Qinghe kept talking, but Ji Wenjing's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't listen carefully at all, because he was distracted.

Staring at her lips, distracted.

He suddenly wanted to know, what would it feel like to kiss the watery, bright red lips in front of him, which looked fragrant and soft?

(End of this chapter)