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Although she didn't know why she asked this question, Ye Ying still said frankly: "There are disciples who are in charge of meals."

"Then they must have burned badly." A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned, she remembered that the four brothers of the Ye family used to be about the same size, but six years later, Ye Ying, the oldest, became the thinnest. "Looking back, I'll ask the second owner if he can change the cook there."

After hearing Jingshu's reason, Ye Ying shook her head helplessly, "Jianzhong is originally a place of penance, and the food is acceptable, so there is no need to transfer it."

As soon as the words fell, two chopsticks fell into the bowl again, "Then eat more, the second master is twice as big as you, and when you stand with them, it seems like you are being bullied..."

Ye Hui has devoted himself to taking care of business in the past few years, and his figure has swelled rapidly after more entertainment. Ye Meng spends all day in the sword hut working with swordsmiths. Wei can also say that Kong Wu is powerful, but Ye Ying, who is also a man, is too slender in comparison.

There was a trace of helplessness on the corner of her lips, "Sit down here."

She was a little apprehensive, but she still sat down beside him with her rice bowl honestly.

Hearing clearly where the bowl fell, Ye Ying picked up half of her bowl with the chopsticks and gave it to her. Facing her dissatisfied gaze, he said lightly: "You have also reduced a lot."

The crescent eyebrows were raised high, "How do you know I'm thin if you can't even see it?"

Ye Ying thought for a while, reached out to support her waist, and measured the width in her heart, "It used to be thicker."

"You..." Qiao's face flushed quickly, seeing that he was thinking seriously, she couldn't seem to do it on purpose, so she could only forcefully swallow the anger that didn't come from one place, and patted his hand on his waist away, " Have a meal."

Suppressing the smile in her heart, Ye Ying obediently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, chewed slowly and gracefully, he was a unparalleled man in the world, an elegant person even ate with dignity, during the period Jing Shu He didn't refuse to add more food, and it didn't go to waste in the end.

After they really started eating, the two of them were very quiet, neither eating nor sleeping, and the crabapple above their heads was still falling, and every time it was about to fall into the two of them, it was pushed away by an invisible air current.By the time the meal was over, a lot of flowers had fallen beside the table and at the feet, and the subtle fragrance in the air was particularly rich.

Jing Shu looked up at the cloud-like flowers, tilted her head and leaned on Ye Ying, lazily, and then closed her eyes.

After regaining consciousness, Ye Ying embraced her shoulders, stroking the woman's slender arms with slender fingers, even the thin fabric could not block the soft skin, thinking of the kiss this morning, the throbbing in her heart came out again.

Ye Ying pursed her lips slightly, feeling that this was unusual, but he seemed to be in love with the feeling of Jingshu leaning against her side, and wanted to keep doing this, if she was happy, he would be happy too.After hesitating for a while, he broke the peaceful atmosphere in a low voice, "Jingshu, what does it feel like to like someone?"

His dark eyes were startled, and he looked up at the confusion on Ye Ying's face, as if this was really a problem that bothered him.He still owes her an explanation. He promised to think about it before, but now it seems that he hasn't thought about it yet.

Ye Ying has been practicing kendo for so many years, Jingshu sometimes feels that the reason why he turns a blind eye to her sincerity may be that she has seen through the world of mortals on the road of kendo practice.Thinking about it now, Ye Ying might just be stupid for Wu Jian Wu, if he really let him think about it, it might take three to five years like Wu Jian.

Ye Ying didn't hear her answer, and thought she didn't want to say it, so she had no choice but to say what was tangled in her heart. Apart from her, he really couldn't think of anyone to tell these words to.

"Jingshu, you are Aunt Lan's only daughter, and you have been by my side since childhood. I really have brother and sister feelings for you, so...every time I think about him, I always feel that it violates the principles of ethics, and it is also for you. Blasphemy between me."

Ye Ying's words made Jingshu almost choke in her throat, she didn't catch her breath, and after a while she said in a dull tone: "I have no blood relationship with the Ye family at all."

It's not that he doesn't know what Jingshu said. When she was adopted, Ye Ying asked someone to find her parents. Later, the old lady also privately checked whether any of the Ye family's registered female relatives and maidservants had illegitimate children, but don't say It just so happened that they gave birth, and none of them were pregnant.

Seeing Ye Ying's silent response, the man in his thirties was full of depression, Jing Shu couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, and in the end, she could only...smile.

She smiled, and Ye Ying shook her head helplessly. No matter how much hesitation he had in his heart, he still chose to hold her hand when she turned to leave. become eternal.

The crabapple was still falling slowly, Jingshu leaned on his shoulder and looked at the throbbing red flowers in the setting sun, her thoughts suddenly drifted away, the first time she fell in love with Ye Ying was also under the blooming crabapple tree, the young man waved The sword was like a bird, shocking the whole court.She was sitting by the corridor with a book of miscellaneous poems in her arms, reading silently page by page under the bright skylight, when she suddenly came across a poem by an anonymous author.

The slanting shadows of the brothel are sparse, and the beloved is still the same as before.

Slender hands are like jade fat, and light makeup is better than Luofu.

Introduce the king into the incense hall, and talk about the present and the past with words.

The king's heart is sincere, and the concubine's heart is clear.

The three life covenants are agreed, and the song under the moon is composed together.

Unexpectedly, the mandarin ducks are great, and the lovesickness is bitter.

Even if you have faith in the pillars, you can't tolerate the world.

A gentleman is unparalleled in the world, and people on Moshang are like jade.

We can't live in the same world, but seek the same return to the soil.

After reading a lot of books, Jing Shu is no longer the little girl who was fooled and passed away, and gradually she can find a trace of deep emotion in some poems.It just so happened that Ye Ying finished a set of Xiushui swordsmanship, retracted her sword and turned around, her cheeks were a little rosy after the internal force was used, which soon faded in the breeze passing by in front of the court.

She watched him walking towards her, her brows and eyes were as warm as water, and she couldn't help but indulge in it.The heat that dissipated from his face with the wind seemed to be on her body, and a fire ignited inexplicably in his heart, burning her into chaos.

When Ye Ying approached, she saw that her face was flushed and her eyes were blank. She couldn't help but asked with concern: "Why is her face so red? Is it uncomfortable to be blown outside too much?"

Turning his dark eyes, seeing him suddenly approaching, he jumped up in fright, recovered his senses after hearing Ye Ying's words, touched his face, and asked uncertainly: "Is it very red?"

Ye Ying nodded, and put her palms on her forehead to test the temperature, "It's a little hot."

She remembered the temperature of the young man's palm, which felt a little cool, and was just right. She pretended to be calm and hugged the closed book, "Then I'll go find my mother and show me."

Naturally, it is impossible for her to cause trouble for Gu Xinlan, but she seems to understand the emotion in the poem.

Going back in time, it was only a matter of time before the memories emerged. The black eyes slanted slightly, and only glimpsed the man's thin jaw and a thin lip, and his pretty face couldn't help but flushed a little. How could she ever think that there would be a relationship between Ye and Ye in the past? When Ying was so close.

As if aware of the sight of the person in her arms, Ye Ying lowered her head, stroking the palm on her shoulder, "What are you looking at?"

Randomly picked up a piece of pink begonia hairpin on the silver-white hair, Jing Shu suddenly smiled, "Flower beauties are more beautiful."

The man was stunned, and immediately realized that he had just been teased lightly, his handsome face was filled with helplessness, "You haven't had a drink today, why are you messing around like you're drunk?"

Although the words were reproachful, Ye Ying did not reach out to brush the begonia from her hair, her brows were relaxed and easy-going, he has always been very pampering to her.Unexpectedly, his girl held back her laughter and trembled in his arms, like a cat scratching its heart.

"People are not drunk."

Covering the corner of her mouth with her bare hands and grinning, Jing Shu blushed openly, since Ye Ying couldn't see anyway, and there was no one around, so she was ashamed when she was ashamed.The smile didn't stop, the shadow falling on the top of the head suddenly blocked the setting sun in the sky, the slender fingers gently pinched the cheeks, and the scorching breath caused a deeper red on the palm-sized face.

The warm voice whispered two words: "Naughty."

Her heartbeat was forced to speed up a little bit, Jing Shu flinched involuntarily, buried her head in her knees and stopped talking.But the finger on her cheek did not leave, but slowly raised her drooping chin, such a slight movement, but he showed a bit of caring care.Not without shame, he met the man's smiling eyebrows, the clear and shallow softness came like melting ice and snow, with his natural indifference and the love he only gave her.

He was originally an independent banished fairy, but she dragged him into this world of mortals.

The small face was unusually hot, and the thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings, which fell and closed in Ye Ying's palm, so obedient.But the docile little beast in his arms held down his chest when the man leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Do you still think of me as your sister?"

At that time, the man's lips were only a moment away from her, and the voice in her heart was clamoring to bully her, firmly occupying the people around her, but she still had some restraint in her rationality. Ye Ying heard Jing Shu's question. Slightly stunned, I just felt that my heartbeat completely deviated from the original rhythm at that moment.

Whether to deny it, even with unspeakable excitement.

The man's Adam's apple slid slightly, and two indistinct sounds came out, which Jing Shu couldn't hear clearly, and the gentleness that followed seemed like an endless ocean, almost drowning her.

The begonias on the treetops suddenly fall brightly, and the rich aroma is like a vintage wine, which makes people who are addicted to it deeply intoxicated.The soft lips and tongue are full of sweetness, like chewing the fragrant tender pistil of a branch, and the lingering aftertaste is even more soul-stirring.The hands with well-defined bones gently rubbed the blue silk embedded with waterfalls, breathing each other's breath, and the obsessive lips swallowed the woman's low moan, wanting to hug her tightly, but afraid of hurting her.

The source of this lip fragrance is the only emotion in his life.

The little hand holding the sleeve robe loosened at some point, and subconsciously supported the ground at hand, so as not to be as soft as if he had no bones.It was only when a silky touch fell into the gap between the two with a sweet fragrance that the kiss was suspended. Jing Shu's whole face was flushed with embarrassment, and she didn't dare to look at Ye Ying in front of her at all. The man let go. She buried her head deeply, unable to say a decent word.

She didn't say a word, but he spoke, his deep voice was hoarse, "Jing Shu, Ye Ying likes you."

When Jingshu and Yan talked about their marriage, Ye Ying always felt uncomfortable when she heard Gu Xinlan help her. At the beginning, he thought that as an elder brother, it was normal not to want his sister to be taken away by other men.

But he forgot that when Jingshu refused to marry him, he was secretly delighted. He liked the name he chose instead of other people's surnames; the girl he liked was his for life.

The man's chin rested against the woman's forehead and gently stroked her hair. Her breathing gradually calmed down with her heartbeat. Ye Ying called softly, and the person in her arms flinched, but a pair of lotus root arms boldly wrapped around his waist, screaming The two cuddled more and more.

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