Chapter 330

"Squeak," the door opened.

Jin Siyu, holding Wang Shaoyao in his arms, stepped into the door.

The study was originally lit with porcelain beauty lamp, which enveloped the room in a bright light and shadow.

At the opening of the door, a man of gentle temperament came into the door with a smile in his arms.

His hand held her back and knee socket, gentle posture, her head against his chest, long skirt hanging down, body also covered with his cape, she slightly looked up with a smile, like a flower almost broken by the wind, bearing in the warm sun of his eyes.

Jin Siyu has been holding her to the beauty couch in front of the bookshelf. After spreading her cloak, she put her on the beauty couch. She took a brocade mattress to cover her. She adjusted the pillow of the movable BEAUTY COUCH several times. She was soft and at her disposal, and her eyes were clear and casual.

Looking through the gap of the tent behind the bookshelf, Jin Siyu's eyes twinkle in the candlelight, and his eyes are gentle and focused.

If there were no guards on three floors and three floors outside, without this endless thrilling trial, and without the prohibitions imposed by her, it seems that they are really a pair of men and women with deep feelings.

Under the candlelight, Jin Siyu carefully arranges her hair, holding the long black hair into a bunch, carefully pulling it out from her back and hanging it under the couch to avoid being crushed.

The beauty couch has always been placed in front of the bookshelf. Jin Siyu likes to read on the couch after picking up books. Her long hair is like flowing water, and the tail of her hair has been dragging to the ground.

He was behind the bookshelf, between the curtains, through the gaps between the books, staring at the long hair.

Long hair is beautiful, thin and smooth like water. He looks at it in a trance. He remembers that he seldom meets her as a daughter since he met. She is always in men's clothes, boys, students, official clothes, young officials with light clothes and slow belts A lot of faces, which side is a brilliant young Jiaojiao, which side is not her now.

Soft and light, open in the arms of other men.

There was a wind leaking in through the window, blowing his hair, and its tail swaying like a dream. He remembered that when he first saw him, the hair was dripping and held in her hand. She held her hair wet and stood in the water of half body lake, looking at him mistily.

At that time, it was shiny and black, a piece of the most exquisite black silk. Now, her hair is still long, but the luster at the end of her hair is a little dim. Although she has a little makeup grease, her hair still shows her weakness.

Some of the longest hair swayed so close that it seemed as if he could catch it with his hand, but he was still in the shadow, not to mention his fingers, and he did not even breathe.

The immature picking will only destroy the flowers on the branches.

"Peony." After sitting on the other side of the book case, Jin Siyu gently called her and said, "I will deal with today's documents first. If you are tired, you will have a rest."

This name heard him a burst of cold - Peony, really thanks to her.

"Well." Her reply was tactful, the ending slightly cocked, light and clever, "may I have a look at the books on the shelf?"

He raised his eyebrows behind the bookshelf - the woman had never spoken to him in such a tone, either business as usual, or a smirk as close as possible.

"Let Qing choose." Jin Siyu smiles and plunges himself into the stack of books.

She was half lying, looking at the books on the shelf, and from his point of view, she was seeing her face.

When she saw the scar on her forehead, her brow reddened, and her pale complexion covered with her powder, she was as thin as a piece of paper. After a long period of recuperation and treatment by a world-famous doctor, she did not make her get better quickly.

She was so seriously ill that he could not help thinking for a while that the poison in the army grain must have been untied after zongchen came, but her brow was red, which showed that she had other diseases. It must have caused the attack of her old disease. But judging from zongchen's appearance, he did not seem to be in a hurry. He must have no worries about her life.

Although she thought about whether she was still Jin Siyu under what medicine, but there are Xuanyuan family descendants in, pour also do not have to worry about anything.

Just this kind of state, it is very difficult to take her out in this Longtan tiger den perfectly. No wonder zongchen Gu Nan Yi is on her side, and has not been moving until now.

He leaned against the wall, his fingers against a ledge beside the bookshelf, and watched her movements.

She stretched out her hand to select books on the bookshelf. Her sleeve was very long, covering her fingers. Her hand was nodding on the bookshelf row by row, and suddenly stopped in a position.

There, there is a Da Yue Zong Dian, a collection of classics, history, astronomy and geography. Each volume has a palm width. The book is in the position of his face. Although the book is pulled out, it is easy to show the outline of his face as soon as the light and shadow are transparent.

The finger stops there, without hesitation, slowly draws out.

He gave a silent, bitter smile.

"Which one do you want to see?" Jin Siyu turned to see and said, "it's too heavy. I'll take it for you." He came over.

"Oh." She looked up and her hand stopped. "You reminded me that it's really too heavy. I'm afraid I can't hold it after I take it. Change it."

"Good." Jin Siyu walked away and took a copy of CI Xuan on the bookshelf next door. He said with a smile, "you women, look at this edifying temperament."She smiles, white Jin Siyu one eye, "are you implying that I have no temperament?"

Jin Siyu smiles but doesn't speak, with a warm look.

She did not ask questions, pursed her lips and smile, and her eyes were full of mist under the shadow of the lamp.

It is like a child's flirting, and the gentle breath in the air is dense and flowing.

He felt a sudden pain in the bottom of his heart.

She did not smile at him like this, never so close to him, even if it is false, it seems not.

However, she had laid down leisurely, reading the selected CI one by one. She could not help murmuring, as if she were very addicted. He looked at it, and his lips curled slightly. He thought that this woman was the most noble born actor in the world, and whatever she did was absolutely in place. He remembered that she clearly said that the way of poetry was to carve insects, to consider words and sentences with restraint of humanity Spirit, too obsessed will only make people more pedantic, so she does not see these on weekdays, but also to hypnotize.

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