The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Chu Yizhao was startled by the sudden intimacy and subconsciously pushed his shoulder.

When his panicked whisper reached his ears, Chu Yizhao paused, then suddenly released his strength and put his hand on the man's shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless.

"I never thought of leaving you"

"Why not...you all..."

"What?" Chu Yizhao asked.

Wei Xingli pursed his lips, did not answer, and mumbled another sentence,

"But you despise me..."

The clear voice seemed to have sunk into a pot of rich plum wine, becoming sour and hoarse.

Chu Yizhao was stunned, "Where did you get these words from? When did I ever dislike you?"

"You just despise me. You despise me because I'm sick and I won't live long..."

Wei Xingli hugged Chu Yizhao's waist and acted like a rogue.

The woman's waist was thin and soft, and her figure was graceful, so slim that one hand could hold it. Wei Xingli was secretly surprised. The girl's waist was so thin, could she have some disease?

Chu Yizhao didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt that this person was clinging to him, "Stop accusing me, let go."

"Not loose"

Chu Yizhao couldn't pull her left hand away as Wei Xingli was holding it. She had to use her right hand to push the man at her waist, but his arm was as hard as an iron lock, tightly holding her. She couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried, and instead her waist hurt from the pain from the man's thumb ring.

Chu Yizhao was a little angry, "If you don't let go, I will beat you"

Wei Xingli did not wear a jade crown today. His long, soft hair was tied up with a light cloud-colored brocade belt, which made him look less noble and unattainable. He raised his furry head, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and obedient.

"Hit me, hit me, hit me to death, are you willing to do that..."

Lack of.

"You know I can't bear to leave, but you still say I despise you?"

Chu Yizhao gently pinched Wei Xingli's cheek, and her pretty face was slightly deformed.

In the past, Wei Xingli was always so angry that she jumped up and down, but now that this man had become a scoundrel, she was helpless.

"Well…"

Wei Xingli snorted and looked up at her pitifully.

"Don't act pitiful, I didn't try hard at all"

Chu Yizhao let go of his hand, a slight blush appeared on his pale handsome face, and he said, "Your skin is so tender."

"You like it, right?"

Wei Xingli spoke with certainty.

Chu Yizhao laughed. She had no idea what to do with Wei Xingli. Who would have thought that the noble and eccentric prince would be such a shameless person in private.

Even though she was in the middle of it, she did not expect that the eyes that were once filled with murderous intent could actually contain endless tenderness and dependence.

"Yeah, I like it."

"I love Xingyu's posture very much"

Stardust fell from the bright and clear eyes, making people dizzy. In a trance, peach blossoms were filled with moisture, and Wei Xingli's earlobes were dyed red and pink, just like the tender peaches that bloomed after the fragrance of June.

He wanted to tease, but he was the one who couldn't stand it when someone said something back...

"you…"

"Miss!"

There was a knock at the door, startling the two people in the room. Wei Xingli's eyes darkened and the peach juice froze.

"Miss! The princess is awake!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yizhao immediately walked towards the door. Just as she took a step, she suddenly realized something was wrong and looked back.

The man's upper body was tilted, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands slightly hanging, in stark contrast to his obedient and naughty appearance just now, now he was as quiet as an ancient pool in the mountains.

Chu Yizhao asked, "Don't you want to go together?"

The cold pond moved slightly, and Wei Xingli changed his posture and leaned back on the back of the armchair, resting his head on the floating moon shadow cloak.

"don't go"

The sound of Chang Nian knocking on the door to report rang out again. Wei Xingli frowned impatiently, closed his eyes and leaned in another direction.

Since the arrival of the cold weather, I have felt extremely lazy, my legs are sore and weak, and I become out of breath after walking a few steps, like an old man in his seventies.

He didn't want to look ugly in front of Chu Yizhao.

"Fine"

After the oriole's voice fell, Chu Yizhao opened the door and saw Chang Nian's surprised face, "Miss, the princess is awake and can still speak."

Chu Yizhao asked, "What did you say?"

"She didn't say anything, she just asked where this place was and who we were. I told her the young lady's name, and she wanted to see you."

Chu Yizhao nodded and instructed him, "The brocade that His Majesty gave us that day is still short. Ask Huaichun to go to the palace to ask for it and report this matter to His Majesty."

Chang Nian was puzzled, "Miss, don't you want to go in person?"

The dead are resurrected. Such a major event requires Huaichun to go alone to meet the heaven?

“No, I need treatment.”

The door closed with a thud, and the thick wooden boards blocked out all noise. The room was silent, dull and depressing.

Wei Xingli was already used to it. He had spent the past few days like this. But this year, with Chu Yizhao around, the silence was a little uncomfortable...

The flying birds belonging to the vast universe, floating through the clouds that are about to dissipate, are the greatest gift.

Wei Xingli closed his eyes and rested his head on the moonlight. This was his birthday gift.

Love it very much.

As he was floating up and down, footsteps were heard in the empty house. Wei Xingli slowly opened his eyes, and the chill that penetrated into his bones dispelled the chaos.

"Xing Yu, it's me"

Wei Xingli was startled by the cold and familiar voice. He turned around suddenly and what came into his sight was the gentle moonlight.

The hem of her skirt was embroidered with large white peony flowers, which swayed gracefully as she walked.

Chu Yizhao walked up to the man under his suspicious gaze and sighed.

"When living with a master, you must never attack from behind. I'm really afraid that you will knock me away."

The bloody lesson of her previous life. That time she fell into Wei Xingli’s arms and was almost scared to death.

Wei Xingli rubbed his fingers and said, "Very smart."

"Why are you back?"

"Come back? I didn't leave."

Didn’t leave.

Wei Xingli watched her pull a chair from the side and put it beside him. The fragrance and warmth instantly came over him like a tidal wave, and his chest felt sore and swollen.

“Why didn’t you leave?”

"Don't want to leave"

"Didn't Ling Miaoke want to see you..."

Chu Yizhao turned to look at him, "Don't you want to, too?"

Wei Xingli's eyes flickered, "I..."

Just think about it...

"It's okay if you don't want to, I'm the one who wants to stay," Chu Yizhao said leisurely, "If I disturb your rest, I can leave."

Wei Xingli hurriedly grabbed Chu Yizhao's sleeve and said, "That's not what I meant. I wish I could keep you by my side forever. How could I disturb you..."

"only…"

"I live in seclusion and rarely go out. I can't let you stay in the mansion forever..."

"Why not?" Chu Yizhao was puzzled. "You and I will become the closest relationship in the future. Isn't marriage about you being in me and me being in you?"

Wei Xingli opened his thin lips slightly, with a strange look on his face.

When Chu Yizhao saw this, Dong Yanwan's yellow face suddenly flashed through his mind, and he explained awkwardly, "...I didn't mean that..."

"I know"

Wei Xingli stared at her with his dark eyes, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Do you really think so? Are you not trying to fool me?"

"It's hard to cure a long-term illness. I have a weird personality and you won't be able to stand it."

"Hmm..." Chu Yizhao hesitated.

Wei Xingli's heart suddenly felt empty, his sleeves were wrinkled in his hands, thick mist was surging in his eyes, and he sank sinisterly.

He stared at the red lips in front of him, as if if he uttered a word he didn't want to hear, he would be doomed...

Chu Yizhao slapped his hand away speechlessly, "Why are you pretending? Even if I said I couldn't stand it, would you let me go?"

"No," Wei Xingli spat out these two words coldly.

"That's it, I said I like you, and I'm willing to do it." Chu Yizhao's beautiful eyes were filled with anger, "Don't test me again!"

He would not let her go, but was reluctant to restrain her, just like a pet. He turned his weakness and softness into invisible ropes, bounding his body and hiding in a lonely corner, hoping that she would stay.

ill.

She, Chu Yizhao, is not that bad.

Wei Xingli's eyelashes trembled, "You said that."

"I said!"

After Chu Yizhao finished yelling, he ignored him and started pouring water and grinding ink. It was so tiring that he almost forgot to write a letter to Chu Yunxu.

The wind blew, and the green bamboos swayed in the cold, shaking their tender branches and leaves. The rustling sound came from far away and floated between the two of them. The soft and soothing melody made people feel inexplicably calmed down...

A jade-white hand appeared in front of her and took the ink stick from Chu Yizhao's hand. She followed suit and pushed the inkstone over.

The ink stick was cold and difficult to melt, so she felt relieved and happy when someone did it for her.

Jade-like fingers pinched the ink strip and moved it gently, with the extreme black set off by the extreme white.

Wei Xingli's hands are well-proportioned, with thin and long fingers. Unlike his pale skin, they look tough and strong.

Yes, how could the hand holding the sword be weak?

Chu Yizhao couldn't help but touched it.

Hiss, it’s colder than ink sticks.

Wei Xingli let go of the hand that was pressing the inkstone and pulled her back. Chu Yizhao was shocked by the coldness and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You don't like Chu Yunyu?"