The Royal’s Little Lady

When the banquet in Ruiding Hou's Mansion came to the full moon, everyone except the old lady and the two young women who were still in the aftermath, all left.

Xiao Heng was not married. Although Gu Suier was just a concubine, she was pregnant anyway, and her belly was so big that she was allowed to leave first.

Xiao Heng supported Gu Suier with one hand and silently went back to his courtyard.

Gu Suier raised her eyes carefully and looked at him, seeing that his side face became more and more cold and unparalleled under the moonlight, but it was handsome and noble.

The moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was beautiful, but it was not as good as this man.

She even remembered the poem Lu Qingyi had taught her about what it was like a trivial, divorced son. She didn't understand at the time. Lu Qingyi told her that it meant that a man was beautiful and his appearance looked like glazed jade.

At that time, she also pointed to the Liuliyu on her wrist and said that it was like this.

Gu Suier retracted her eyes and silently lowered her head to think, he is comparable to that Liuliyu.

It's just the glazed glaze jade that owes him a bit of dignity.

"What are you thinking about?" The glazed jade man suddenly said, the sound quality is cold, as if jade objects are struggling.

"No, I didn't think about anything." Gu Suier was guilty, like a thief.

At this moment, there was a step ahead. After Xiao Heng stretched out his hand to protect her and went up the steps, he glanced at her.

With a clear look at Lingling, Gu Suier felt excited.

"San Ye..." The voice was low and soft, acting like a child when he had done something wrong.

She still didn't know what she had done wrong, but just looking at him, she felt that she must have done something wrong again.

"Why don't you use the one I wrote?" He didn't feel relieved because of her confession, so he asked.

It was because of this...

Gu Suier breathed a sigh of relief and thought about it for a while to explain: "San Ye...I understand in my heart what qualifications I am. If I wrote such a good poem, who can believe it, or I don’t believe it myself. Yes. Now that I can honestly write a few good auspicious words, it’s not easy for me. As for whether or not others will laugh at the scene, I can only let them go. If I reluctantly use other people’s poems , It's really not like me anymore."

After all, she is such a person, she is also such a qualification.

She was not a eldest lady from a well-known family, and she hadn't been reading poems since she was a child. She didn't want to decorate her facade with poems written by Xiao Heng.

It is not my own to decorate it, so I made myself guilty for nothing.

However, after she said this, Xiao Heng glanced at her.

He still didn't look much, but she knew that he was even more unhappy.

He stopped looking at her, took her hand, and continued walking.

At this moment, she was worried, thinking about what he meant, because she didn't use his poems, so she was angry...?

There was no sound all the way, back to Tingzhuyuan, and into the dormitory, Mother An hurriedly took someone to wait for them to wash.

The people who were waiting in the house dispersed. Gu Suier leaned on the couch and looked at the iceman next to him.

He didn't say a word, didn't even give an expression, and didn't need a maid to wait on him. After he changed into a white coat, he sat on the couch.

I didn't mean to go to bed, nor did I want to leave.

But even if he wanted to leave, there was nowhere to go. Many of the things in his room had moved over.

Gently bit her lower lip, she really didn't know what to say, and she was really close and in awe of him.

It was also a coincidence. At this moment, the little tadpole in his belly suddenly kicked his leg gently.

Gu Suier suddenly had a solution, she whispered: "What's wrong, you are also sleepy, are you... Sleep when you are sleepy... Father and mother are going to sleep too..."

While talking about him, he looked at his back, only to see that it was still indifferent and indifferent.

She pursed her lower lip and made a wicked look.

"Ouch-" he whispered.

Sure enough, the man immediately turned around: "What's the matter?"

Gu Suier lowered her head, her heart was warm and crisp, she wanted to laugh, but desperately held back, deliberately whispered: "I just had a stomachache, maybe I was kicked."

After hearing this, Xiao Heng frowned, lifted the quilt, and stroked his stomach through the shirt.

The little tadpole is really sensible, and he knows his mother's mind, unexpectedly moved again at this time.

Xiao Heng felt the fleshy trembling below, and he curled his eyebrows more and more: "Kicked you just now?"

Gu Suier knew that this deceit could not last for long, and she shook her head honestly: "No more this time. Just a violent kick just now, so I was shocked."

Xiao Heng didn't think much about it, but simply took off his boots, stretched out his long legs on the couch, and then sat halfway next to Gu Suier, gently touching her belly with his big hands.

The little tadpole in this belly is also sensible, knowing that Dad is outside his belly, he actually kicked a few more times, and even drummed a few times at the location of Xiao Heng's palm.

This is my own bones and blood, and I will be my first child in the future.

Even if it is a deserted person, there is a bit of warmth in his eyes at this time.

"Go to bed early." He patted her belly lightly and said to the one in his stomach.

The tone is lightly imperative.

When Gu Suier saw this, she wanted to laugh a little, but was afraid that he would be annoyed, so she turned her face away, pursing her lips and smiling.

Xiao Heng looked up at her.

The candlelight leaped, the night was dim, Gu Suier’s wide-open eyes were clear and clean in the big red soft tent, and her silky hair had been untied, spreading along her white neck on her narrow shoulders, so she was slender and soft. Was very touching.

The color of his eyes gradually darkened, a bit darker than the night.

Lean on the couch with her, lying face to face with her.

The distance between the eyelashes and eyelashes is only as much as a fist.

If in normal times, Gu Suier would not dare to look at his eyes, but now the tent is filled with hazy powder, which softens his slightly deserted face and blurs his deep eyes, which makes her Be bold.

No matter how far away this man is from him, but he is so honorable and how humble she is, there is always a little tadpole that implicates them together.

They now live in the same room, sleep on the same bed, lie in the same tent, and look at each other face to face.

This closeness is unique in the world.

"Don't you like the poems I wrote?" Xiao Heng said suddenly.

Different from the faint sound of the past, his voice was low and vague at this time, just like the chattering when waking up from a dream, sliding softly in Gu Suier's ear.

Gu Suier lay there quietly, her expression sweet and dependent.

She looked at the man, pursed her lips and smiled, "I like it."

She likes everything about him.

Besides, it is such a good poem.

"Then you don't need it?" He should be a stubborn temper, staring at her delicate and charming expression, and asked again.

"I..." Gu Suier lowered her eyes and bit her lip. For a while, she didn't know how to say what she was thinking.

He seemed to think she should use it, but she didn't think she should use it.

"You feel bad." Xiao Heng said suddenly.

"No!" The misunderstanding was serious. Gu Suier was flustered when she heard it. She shook her head and waved her hand to explain: "I think San Ye wrote really well, better than any poem I have ever read, so good that I can't wait for it every day. Read, watch every day."

However, these explanations did not seem to be heard by Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng pursed his lips slightly, his posture was indifferent and his expression was cold.

He looked at her silently, without saying a word.

Gu Suier's heart was suddenly twitched and hurt.

She stared at his dark and deep eyes, feeling that at this moment, his dark eyes were exceptionally strange, different from usual.

The once-cold eyes seemed to be filled with strange emotions, she couldn't tell the truth, but after she saw it, she felt that her chest was sour and sour.

Gu Suier has only had this kind of acid in the past fifteen years. It was the kind of acid that was mixed with pity, guilt, and helplessness when the little domestic dog looked at the food of other people's dogs.

She looked at him like this with wide eyes, staring blankly for a long time, thinking a lot in her heart, and in the end, she even wanted to cry.

It turns out that he can make her cry with just one look.

She opened her mouth, trying to praise him desperately, to make him happy, to give him everything she could give, and to show her her heart.

But before she opened her mouth, Xiao Heng suddenly raised her head and touched the corner of her eye with his finger.

Qinliang's fingers were slightly moist.

Gu Suier felt the dampness and realized that she was really crying.

"I, I..." she whispered, trying to explain, but she was at a loss.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Xiao Heng didn't seem to want her to explain.

Xiao Heng leaned forward slightly and bowed his head.

Her thin lips fell on the corners of her eyes like feathers.

The dripping moisture inside was sucked into his mouth.

Her wet eyelashes fell trembling and closed her eyes.

The moist and warm squirming in the corner of her eyes made her breath still, her body seemed to be gone, all the attention was on the corner of the eye, on the tip of his tongue.

From the corner of his eyes, his lips and tongue went directly to the apex of her heart.

At this moment, his lips slipped from the corner of his eyes to the eyelashes.

The hot breath was on her forehead, and the warm lips slid on her eyes. She couldn't bear it anymore, and she made a low voice unconsciously.

She heard her own voice, shallow and low, long and soft, and numb, like the sadness of a woman crying, and the muttering of drunkenness.

She closed her eyes blankly, never knowing that she could make such a noise.

When I heard it, I felt my palms numb and my toes were numb, and my body couldn't wait to turn into a puddle of water, flowing under him.

At this moment, the man's strength suddenly increased, and he exhaled loudly, pressing the back of her head with his powerful palm, pressing her lips like a swooping eagle.

After Gu Suier let out a whisper that was swallowed by a man, he held it in the palm of his hand, tossing and turning.

She opened her bewildered eyes and looked at him blankly but innocently.

She felt that she wanted so much, so longing that she had nowhere to put her body.

But at this moment, the man suddenly let go of her, sat there, exhaling loudly.

Qingjun's face was a little bit painful, and a little sweat leaked out of her white forehead.

"From now on, don't call me someone else."

He suddenly ordered so deeply.

The tone is beyond doubt.

She said that she didn't want to use other people's poems.

But he is not someone else.