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Chapter 118 In warm colors, cold light appears

It was night, and it was cold in late autumn. Pingliang, which has always been cold, seemed to be hotter this year than in previous years. It is rare that there is no frost and snow, and there are more cold dews in the night.

Tuobali estimated the time, and jumped off the roof, probably because he stayed on the roof for too long, his body was covered with too much dew, and his body was a little wet.

Tuobali looked at the most brightly lit part of Changning Palace, which he specially designed for her. He was afraid that she would be too dark at night, and it would hurt her eyes to read the scriptures. He also thought that beauties with dim lights are the favorite, so he went to There are 36 Ruyi lamps in her room, and [-] revolving horse lanterns are set up in Changning Palace, which are scattered and overlapped in the shape of thousands of flowers blooming.

When he looked from the roof, it was like a thousand trees flying down from the world, warmed by the warm light for several cool nights.

He has been looking at this lamp for more than a year, but he thinks it is the most beautiful tonight.

Tuoba Li slowly walked towards Changning Palace, without using Qing Gong or bringing any attendants.

He was best at calculating in his life, and now, he was calculating his death.

From the time Qin Huan prepared the poison, prepared herself mentally, and had a certain amount of buffer time, Tuoba Li carefully calculated that the time would be enough but not too long, so that she could escape.

In his two lifetimes, he had tried to plot against others, but in the end, he plotted against himself and allowed himself to die. It was really ridiculous.

But he doesn't regret it. He has paved the way in this life and eliminated future troubles. Qin Huan will definitely be able to live in peace.

When they arrived at Changning Palace, the maids saw Tuoba Li coming and were about to summon them. Tuoba Li stretched out his index finger to make a silent sound and waved his hand to signal them to go down.

Tuobali quietly walked into the room.

The people in the room were sitting at the desk, looking at the direction of the brush strokes, as if they were painting.

The beauty's pretty face looked extraordinarily soft under the bright yellow light, and the blue silk dyed with water vapor that had just been bathed hung on her shoulders, and most of her cloud-patterned skirt was wet, tracing the shape of a thin collarbone.

The beauty looked intently at the picture scroll on the table, her eyes following the movement of the pen tip, carefully and tenderly, as if the person she was writing was her beloved.

Tuobali's throat throbbed unbearably, a trace of displeasure arose in his heart, but his face was still warm. He walked behind Qin Huan, grabbed all of her wet hair with both hands, and reproached a little unbearably: " Why don't you just dry it off and paint again? Don't be afraid of the wind and cold."

Qin Huan seemed to have expected that he was behind him and was not frightened. He patiently continued to outline the people in his painting.

Tuobali stood quietly behind her, and didn't deliberately bend over to see what she was drawing, only to see the girl's jade hand holding the ink-stained brush, which seemed to be more beautiful than the best rough jade. Smooth, whiter than Xueshuang, more delicate and smooth than the tribute brocade.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to caress the familiar softness, my fingers just separated from the hair, and I retracted them again, for fear of disturbing the beauty's interest in painting.

Qin Huan finished the last stroke in his hand, turned around naturally, stretched out his arms to hug Tuobali, and leaned on his chest: "I'm waiting for you to dry me off?"

Tuoba Li looked at the woman in his arms, her pretty face was covered with warm blushes, her lips opened and puffed out warm clouds of mist, which spread on her waist, causing a few ripples, along with his The roots of the ears were suddenly stained with rouge.

After a long time, Tuoba Li finally regained his consciousness and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll wipe it for you."

Glancing at the wet parts of her clothes, white jade loomed, Tuoba Li calmed down, but found that his hand had fallen on her shoulder at some point, and his fingertips felt cold. He frowned and said, "Go and change your clothes first." ”

Seeing Qin Huan looking at him strangely, Tuoba Li's face froze, and he turned his head a little stiffly: "Go and change your clothes first, you will get sick if your clothes get wet."

Qin Huan chuckled: "Okay." He turned around and took another piece of clothing from the closet, walked behind the screen and put it on.

Tuoba Li listened to the rustling sound of people changing clothes behind the screen. He curled his fingers slightly and his heart beat like a drum. He couldn't help but look towards the screen. Just as he was about to turn his head, he turned his head again. He immediately took it back.

At that time, the sound of changing clothes had stopped, and the sound of the woman's footsteps came, and Tuobali's fingers were able to stretch slightly, but he still couldn't stop the throbbing in his heart, suddenly felt that his mouth was extremely dry, turned around and walked quickly He walked to the table and poured the tea into the cup regardless of whether the tea was hot or cold.

Just as she reached out to pick up the teacup, her slender hand covered the back of her hand, but the bare hand was too small to even cover half of her own.

Tuoba Li felt soft in his heart and said warmly: "What's wrong?"

The little hand on the back of the hand suddenly stiffened, and just that moment made Tuoba Li's heart go crazy.

He is waiting.

Wait for her answer.

The voice of the woman behind him hesitated: "The tea is cold, drinking it is not good for the stomach."

The woman was a little stiff when she spoke, and it was obvious that something was wrong with her.

Tuobali's hanging hand was quietly clenched, only for a moment, and then loosened.

She didn't let herself drink.

very nice.

Tuoba Li turned around, as if he didn't notice anything unusual about her, took her hand that was caressing the back of his hand, and gently held her waist, deliberately isolating the still wet hair from her clothes.

"Come, let me wipe your hair."

"it is good."

Tuoba Li took her to sit on the warm couch, wrapped her black hair gently with a cloth, held it in his palm, and rubbed it gently.

Once the black hair was pulled back, the white and slender jade neck was exposed, and the tiny blood vessels were faintly visible under the bright light, so fragile that it seemed that she could decide her life or death with a single hand.

Tuoba Li suddenly stopped what he was doing and shouted softly: "Huanhuan."

"Huh?" The girl seemed a little sleepy, her voice was lazy and soft, with a trailing sound, like a fluffy soft feather slowly sweeping in her heart, scratching people's hearts like numbness.

Tuoba Li freed up a hand, wrapped it around Qin Huan's shoulders, leaned close to her back, put his head next to her neck, looked at the small and exquisite cage window nearby, his eyes were dark, " Huanhuan, can you turn around?"

The man's voice was low and forbearing, and it was close to the ear, causing the back of the girl's ears to turn red instantly.

Tuobali looked at the little red ears, with a hint of complacency in his eyes.

Qin Huan turned around obediently.

Tuoba Li reached out and threw away the wet cloth in his hand, hugged Qin Huan, and pressed the back of her head with one hand, approaching the softness he had not tasted for a long time.

Lips and teeth are close together, and a wisp of fresh fragrance enters the throat around the breath, as if drinking the most mellow and sweet wine in the world.

Tuoba Li's starry eyes were half-covered. In the peripheral light, the girl's cheeks were stained with crimson, her delicate look was revealed, and her eyes were clear.

Tuoba Li secretly clenched his hands behind him, and the charm in his heart dissipated little by little.

Where the star eyes fell, the soft and slender jade hand had already touched the boot.

A burst of cold light pierced into the eyes, and the heart fell little by little, as if it would be buried in the abyss in the next moment.

(End of this chapter)