Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

There is an elegant bamboo house in the back hill, a deep path and blooming crape myrtles.

Ji Qingyan was sitting in front of the piano when she suddenly felt like coughing. She frowned slightly, covered her lips with a handkerchief, and coughed a few times.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the coughing became more and more violent like a horse that had broken free from its reins.

Pei Qingben was standing by, and when he saw this, his expression changed slightly. He took a few steps forward, walked around behind her, and gently patted her with his slender fingers. His movements were skillful and gentle, showing his concern.

Then, he took out an ancient medicine bottle from his arms, poured out a warm-colored pill, and handed it to Ji Qingyan. His eyes were full of worry, and he said seriously:

"Sister Qingyan, please take the medicine first and take care of yourself."

Ji Qingyan raised her eyes, a hint of warmth flashed in her eyes, she reached out to take the pill, swallowed it without hesitation, and then smiled softly, her voice was a little weak, but still gentle:

"Thank you for your concern, I know what I am doing."

Pei Qing looked at her, his lips moved, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, the words that he wanted to say but stopped turned into a long sigh.

He carefully put away the medicine bottle, and his expression instantly returned to his usual cynical look, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but only he knew the unremovable sadness in his eyes.

"Sister Qingyan, it's getting late, don't delay any longer."

Pei Qing raised his eyes, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and reminded softly.

Ji Qingyan slowly raised her head and looked towards the sky. The sunset glow on the horizon looked like crumpled brocade, casting a soft glow.

She reached out and caught a falling crape myrtle petal, which was tender and pink and white.

The corners of her lips curled up gently and she said softly:

"Yes, it's getting dark, and the flowers are falling. The light dances in the flowing light. Even if there is a haze blocking the long road, who can bear the purity in my heart?"

Pei Qing was startled when he heard this, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. However, the aristocratic upbringing he received since childhood made him quickly understand the deeper meaning of this.

The smile on his face was still nonchalant, but his eyes faintly revealed a hint of joy in anticipation of praise. After a little thought, he opened his mouth and responded:

"Tomorrow is the dawn again. There is no need to fear the truth. The crape myrtle remains the same. Wait patiently for the clouds to part and the sky to dawn. The clear light will spread and everyone will understand."

Ji Qingyan nodded slightly, her eyes full of admiration. She was slightly startled in her heart, but soon recovered as usual. The smile on her face widened, and she started her usual boasting mode:

"Xiaobao is smart and can see through people."

Pei Qing was secretly delighted when he heard the compliment, but he still maintained that uninhibited look on his face.

The two walked away side by side, their steps slow and gentle, gradually disappearing into the depths of the crape myrtle forest on the back hill. The guqin was quietly placed under the crape myrtle, a crape myrtle petal quietly fell, landed on the strings, and played a light but gentle note, as if telling what had just happened.

Soon, several servants and maids came quietly, carefully put away the guqin, and properly placed the fallen crape myrtle petals. Then they carefully cleaned up the mess and left quietly, leaving only the empty courtyard filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

Pei Qing was accompanying Ji Qingyan in Pengcheng, while at Wenxing Money House in the imperial capital, Ji Qingchen was waiting for Nan Xiang's arrival.

Ji Qingchen sat at the table, his face calm and peaceful, but his heart was not as calm as he looked. Instead, he was a little anxious and glanced at the door from time to time.

But still no one came.

Thinking of this, he became more and more uneasy.

Ji Qingchen smiled helplessly, took out the wooden hairpin he had carved from his arms, and looked at it carefully.

It is simple and generous yet still simple and elegant.

He imagined the scene of himself giving the wooden hairpin to the girl, and the curve of the corners of his lips could not be suppressed.

Suddenly, a knock on the door attracted Ji Qingchen's attention.

He raised his head, thinking about his wait. The repeated disappointments made him lose hope in the visitor and he thought it was the waiter coming to deliver something.

He said calmly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, but before anyone arrived, an oil-paper umbrella with a black bamboo pattern was pushed forward.

Then one hand took back the umbrella, "I heard someone is waiting for me?"

The voice was playful and cute, and a young man in a lake blue robe appeared in front of him.

The boy has delicate and bright eyes, and the cunning in his eyes cannot be hidden. There is a smile on his face, which is warm and healing.

It was the Nan Xiang who disguised herself as a man and left the palace.