Chapter 216

It's new year's Eve. People are full of food and drink, and they have to go outside the city to watch fireworks.

Jiang Xuening was a little confused.

I remember what Yan Lin and Shen Zhi Yi had said to me. She also replied as usual, but when she looked back, she didn't remember anything. I didn't wake up until I was blown by the cold wind in the courtyard.

The banquet is over.

Go to see the fireworks.

On the pretext that she was tired and did not join them, she went up the corridor alone. But at this moment, I found that it was not the way back to my house, but the way to Xie Wei's courtyard.

New year's lanterns are all over the courtyard, but it's cold in this secluded place.

The leafless branches slanted across the corridor.

The yellow light fell at her feet and dyed her figure to the ground.

Jiang Xuening really doesn't want to think about it, but Shen Zhiyi's words always reverberate in her ears, lingering, disturbing her mind.

In the palace carved at that time

Who knows her birthday, who has the ability to call the imperial dining room, and who can send a bowl of noodles to yangzhizhai without the help of a little eunuch?

Not the most likely one.

Then, the person who has the ability but should not have the possibility becomes the only one who has the possibility.

But how ridiculous is that?

She stood still in the corridor, her fingers dangling from her side trembling.

Past and present life, all kinds of reasons have been known in my mind.

At one time, Xie Juan was smiling in the palace forbidden at night, and the word "empress self-respect" was fluttering. At another time, it was the wall reading hall in early summer. He held her like a cruel hand, and almost begged "Jiang Xuening, don't go"

Suddenly it was snowy again.

It's him who pinches her neck in the dark cave. Then he turns around. It's Jin Bu Yao in Kunning palace who falls to the ground and is gradually stained by the winding pool of blood

That kind of pain, that kind of cold, actually as if never because of live again and left her.

Jiang Xuening raised her hand and pressed the side of her neck hard.

It's as if the blood is cut by a sharp dagger. If you don't cover it tightly, there will be blood flowing out. It's painful, it's painful.

Even the scars of Yan Lin's previous life, she has not forgotten, how can she be willing to jump into another sword mountain, another sea of fire?

From the moment of rebirth, some things have been deeply branded.

She is doomed to be unable to get rid of the past completely.

Without the past, there would be no present Jiang Xuening.

Even if she suffered in her previous life, it can be regarded as her own fault, but he forced her to kill her!

The things in my mind are still changing.

Jiang Xuening almost bowed her back in pain and bent down. She only flitted around, stumbling to find her way back to her room.

It's just a two-step walk. I think back to that day.

Xie Wei asks her how Shen Zhiyi is worth all her efforts. When she answers, "Your Highness is very kind to me," Xie Wei's eyes are silent and stare at her for a long time

I can't help but stop.

That kind of feeling captured her, let her feel a kind of pain that is difficult to extricate, patience to the extreme, but became a burst of determination.

Some things are no longer what she wants in this life.

Although he said that he had lived for two generations, the total of the two generations was only 27 years, more than one year less than Xie Juan. Besides, how can she compare with Xie Juan's talent of heaven and man?

If you don't make it clear, it's you who suffer.

After a long time in the cold, Jiang Xuening slowly clenched her fingers and forced the shivering to disperse. She turned around again and went to the other end of the corridor.

Under the eaves the trees are sparse.

The sword book that used to guard Xie Wei's door, I don't know why I stand outside the courtyard tonight. When I see her figure, I'm surprised: "Miss Ning er?"

Jiang Xuening said, "I have something to ask for my husband."

The sword book was stunned and subconsciously wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

There's something indescribable in the eyes.

But Jiang Xuening didn't think about it deeply. Seeing that Jianshu didn't answer but didn't stop him, he went straight in beside him and stopped in front of the closed door.

There was no light in the room. It was dark and there seemed to be a sound of water.

She took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

The sound of the water stopped.

Jiang Xuening listen to pour a daze for a moment, still way: "Mr. Xie, students have something to ask."

There was no sound in the room.

She almost thought that what she had heard before was her own illusion, but Xie Wei could not say that she had fallen asleep.

Just a moment later, I heard the sound of "Hua", which was much more obvious than just now.The closed door opened quickly.

Xie Wei came out of the icy water. He didn't even wipe the water off his body. He just casually put on a green Taoist robe. Most of his hair was wet, and his face, neck and throat were wet.

He had no shoes on and was barefoot on the ground.

The front of the Taoist robe was scattered, without the appearance of the former clothes. Down the throat knot, it even showed a strong chest. Thin lips tightly pursed, hands on the door, a pair of eyes to see her, actually called life out of a little soul stirring feeling.

There was no light in the room, but there was a light on the porch outside.

Jiang Xuening could see him clearly in the light.

At this time, my mind just reflected: Xie Juan was bathing in the room just now!

She immediately knew that the time was not good. She quickly narrowed her eyes. She didn't dare to look elsewhere. She only lowered her eyes to her feet and quickly said, "students, take the liberty to come back another day."

I want to go back.

Xie Wei seized her arm and imprisoned her tightly. He only said, "are you so afraid of me?"

He was soaked in cold water, and there was no heat on his body. But the palm of his hand, which held her arm, sent out an amazing temperature. It was trembling across a layer of soft silk.

Jiang Xuening feels more and more wrong.

She managed to keep calm and said, "I just wanted to ask my husband about some unsolved puzzles. It was because I had drunk two more cups of wine during the dinner and got dizzy. I came to disturb you late at night. I hope you'll forgive me."

Xie Wei's eyes twitched slightly when he heard that she was still so unfamiliar and heard the word "wine" in her words. The unhappiness accumulated from leaving the banquet in the middle of the journey to the present has finally reached a peak, which makes him use his hand to drag people into his arms and kiss them.

Jiang Xuening shivered with cold lips.

His wet arms were also stained with her moisture, but his chest was hot and tight.

Lip and tongue invasion.

There's anger in it.

There was no room for her to breathe. The storm was hard to resist, revealing an unprecedented danger. It's even worse than when I was trapped in a cave in heavy snow on that day!

Besides the trembling desire, there is deep desire.

The tip of his tongue touched her teeth and bit her lip, which made her snort in pain. Then he took advantage of the opportunity and forced her to raise her head to bear the deep kiss that almost choked her.

When you get to your lips, all you have to do is gasp.

Jiang Xuening saw his posture of not listening to half a sentence. He knew that it was not good. He wanted to push him away, but he held him more tightly.

Xie Wei sneered: "now I know I'm afraid. I want to run. How dare you give me wine if you don't look at it first? "

Jiang Xuening panic, simply confused: "what wine?"

Xie Wei listen to more blocking heart, also lazy to explain with her, can't help but will struggle to escape her pulled into the door.

Jiang Xuening was so angry that she slapped him in the face with her hand raised. In the dark, there was a "pa" sound and a cold voice denounced: "in the middle of the night, please respect yourself!"

Xie Wei was slightly turned away by her slap.

She turned to rush out of the door.

However, Xie Wei's eyes were deep cold. He had caught her with both hands and closed the door with his backhand. His body covered with water was like a wall. He stuck her in the narrow gap between him and the door and looked down at her: "self respect?"

The inside of the house suddenly became darker.

Only the light from the porch came vaguely through the window paper.

His outline also appears obscure.

Jiang Xuening opened her mouth to speak.

Xie Juan's hand has been climbing up along her slender waist, and her head is buried with her lips. The palm of her hand is cold, but her voice seems to be murmuring: "Jiang Xuening, sage also has a temper."

Although he was forbidden to sit on the mat, he could be disturbed by his seven emotions and six desires.

But he was very patient and didn't want evil thoughts and desires to invade his body.

She brought a glass of wine tonight, which stirred his heart. Immersed in a bucket of cold water, she was still in a rage. She came to him and provoked him. She didn't say a few words and made his heart ache.

At this moment, how can we spare her?

Xie Wei had the heart of punishment. However, the closer she got to her, the softer she felt, but it was like pouring oil on the fire. On the contrary, she let herself out of control.

Jiang Xuening's body is really sensitive and weak.

When he touched him twice, he had lost most of his strength. His heart was flustered and wronged, and a bit of dark fear rose. A few low sobs spilled from his lips, and tears came from the corners of his eyes.

The warm tears fell on his fingers pinching her jaw.

Xie Wei suppressed her movements and stopped.

At this moment, I can't say whether I have more pity or more anger. Almost when the Bodhisattva's heart broke out, he had to let her go. However, his anger didn't go away. He really annoyed her and hated her. He didn't want to let her go.But she clenched her tongue and turned her lips to the waist of the door.

Jiang Xuening's legs trembled.

If he didn't stand on the door like this, he would not be able to stand, let alone move.

Xie Juan's voice was especially low and hoarse. He asked her in a cruel voice, "what do you want to ask me?"

Jiang Xuening's fingers weakly plucked the window pane of water chestnut. She felt a thing burned in her waist and eyes. She didn't dare to act rashly. However, remembering her intention, she finally said: "I want to invite you to make a bowl of noodles..."

It landed on the lip of her ear and stopped.

The next moment, however, it turned into a bloody gnawing, and fell on her white jade like earlobe. It was even worse than before, leaving a clear tooth mark. Then it went to her slender neck: "the muddleheaded ghost has some time to be smart. Unfortunately, those who should be angry with you have already been angry."

Jiang Xuening couldn't see his face, only heard his voice, and felt a hand rustling behind her. At first, she was confused and didn't realize it, but when the breath on her skin became heavy and confused, she suddenly understood something.

In the mind explodes "the buzz" a sound, immediately becomes the blank.

In her confusion, she hardly knew how time passed.

At a certain moment, he pressed up heavily, put his forehead against her back neck, bit the spine in her collar with some strength, and finally released some kind of wheezing. She woke up suddenly and called with a trembling voice: "Xie Juan!"

However, Xie Wei has never done anything like this to anyone, and he knows that his behavior is not open-minded. A little sober, he is embarrassed. Before her attack, he opens the door, presses her back neck, and pushes her out. His voice is dumb: "remember to change your clothes tomorrow."

Then the door closed.

Jiang Xuening, who has been pushed out of the door, can't believe what Xie Wei has done to herself. What's more, she can't believe that this is what the man called "sage". For a moment, her clothes are messy and her legs are floating on the porch. She reaches out to touch her skirt behind her. The feeling that she touches only makes her cheek burn suddenly.

All kinds of shame surged up, already out of anger.

When she was outside the door, she had forgotten what she had come for. She could not bear to kick the door and scold: "how dare you! Mean, shameless, mean

There was no movement behind the door.

Xie Wei bent his leg and sat with his back against the crack of the door. Jiang Xuening scolded him twice. After a while, she stamped her feet, as if she was afraid that it was late at night, afraid of being seen, and gritted her teeth to repeat a "dirty", just then her feet were messy, and she ran away.

He looked down at what he had just done.

Endure a few times, in the end or can't resist, chest a burst of vibration, dull laughter.