sunset fever

Under the hill at the edge of the pasture is a wartime fortification that has been built for many years. A tunnel was dug from the far end of the water. The walls are all covered with bricks, and we need a fire for lighting in our daily life, and there is no special need.

After staying for a long time, she got used to it. On this day, in the afternoon, Jiang Niao cooked glutinous rice balls with lard, walnut and water powder, which she made herself.

The glutinous rice balls were brought to the residence, and a girl in red was huddled on the bed by the wall. She was flipping through the book, suddenly raised her eyes, and said, "I don't want to eat."

"Mei, Miss Mei."

"Go ahead and eat. You've been busy all day, looking for water and firewood." Mei Jibo put down the book, and read a picture album in the language of the herdsmen.

Both of them were dressed plainly. For convenience, Jiang Niao didn't wear her cumbersome outfit when she came, only her moon-white robe. She put down the bowl and sat by the bed.

They couldn't understand each other, so they could only look at each other. Jiang Niao had a simple and beautiful smile on her cheeks. She became stronger, not as thin as before, and her appearance became brighter.

Looking at it this way, Mei Jibo looked thin and sharp, her hair was tied up high, but she reached out to touch Jiang Niao's braid.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Niao asked her in herdsman dialect.

Mei Jibo raised his wrist, pointed to the glutinous rice balls on the table beside him, and signaled Jiangniao to eat.

There were not many of them in total, and the materials used were collected by Jiang Niao from a nearby village on a horse. Jiang Niao smiled and shook her head, regardless of whether Mei Jibo understood, she said: "I don't know what you've been through, I don't know if it's safe to be by your side, and if I really leave you, I can't bear it."

Jiang Niao also doubted his inexplicable kindness. It stands to reason that outlaws like Mei Jibo should be the ones everyone should avoid. Jiang Niao was even more afraid of her when he stabbed her.

But it was strange that Jiang Niao was willing to stay by Mei Jibo's side, so she went to hold a bowl and said, "I'll feed you."

"No, I'm not hungry."

Mei Jibo was not indifferent or angry, when she shook her head, her eyes glowed softly, she pushed Jiangniao's wrist, signaling her to eat.

After some push, Jiang Niao had no choice but to eat one first, then she scooped up another one, waited for the heat to dissipate a little, then handed it to Mei Jibo's mouth, she stared at the tip of Mei Jibo's handsome nose, Her pink mouth.

Jiang Niao was the one who was shy first, she pretended to be calm, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Mei Jibo bit down half of a glutinous rice ball.

"I want to tell you that the war outside is over and my home is safe. We will be able to go back in a few days. Are you leaving? Do you miss Qianling? Will you remember me? ?”

After speaking, Jiang Niao secretly felt sad for a moment, she hated that she didn't understand their words, she laughed again, and drew a curved, road shape in front of Mei Jibo's eyes with her fingers.

"Go back?" Mei Jibo asked in a jerky tone, "You want to go back?"

The glutinous rice balls were not half finished, and the two of them suddenly fell into a panic. Mei Jibo sat silently, pressing the picture album under her hand, she nodded, and looked away.

Sensing her displeasure, Jiang Niao frowned anxiously, Jiang Niao stretched out his hand, from Mei Jibo's fingertips to his wrist.

He grabbed her wrist and said, "If you get homesick, I'll find a way to take you home."

Meaningless conversation, divided in two halves by strange language, never reconciling.

Mei Jibo's eyes darkened. She has experienced Qi Ziren's humiliation, she has experienced the surrender of sexual control, and she was once a cold-blooded killer. At this time, the portraits are divided into two parts, one is broken, and the other is complete. .

Unable to speak, her heart became even more anxious, Mei Jibo was still like a chivalrous woman, she was light in stature, and suddenly she leaned forward, staring at Jiangniao's amber eyes.

Jiang Niao was held around her waist by her, unable to move.

Mei Jibo was kneeling, her aggression enveloped Jiang Niao's whole body, Jiang Niao was still in the process of judging and reacting, but her cheeks burned involuntarily, none of them were dumb.

But at this moment, they were speechless.

Jiang Niao is always growing up, she is only fifteen years old, she is more beautiful, taller, revealing subtle plumpness, she presses her collar, a short kiss makes it difficult to breathe.

Mei Jibo, who was weak after injury, forced herself to move closer to Jiangniao, staring at her widened eyes, and looked.

He whispered, "Let me take a look at your body."

Jiang Niao didn't understand, she just stared blankly, a little shy, flustered, shook her head, and said, "I don't understand."

On the candle lamp, the fire was trembling, welcoming the air skillfully conveyed in the tunnel, the face of the person was reflected in orange, Mei Jibo also learned without a teacher, she had never had such thoughts about women before.

Jiangniao is a pure wildness that grows on the grassland, simple and agile, she is not skin white, and she is showing more and more extraordinary beauty.

Mei Jibo didn't want to ask anymore, she raised her hand, and pulled the string of Jiangniao's poor white robe, coaxed her, also half-forced, and told her to lie down.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Jiangniao's neck, washing off a strange fragrance. She went to take a bath in the lake a few days ago when she was in the sun, and she didn't know what kind of fragrance she applied.

"No." Jiang Niao's voice came from his throat.

Indeed, this was a sentence that Mei Jibo could understand, but she pretended not to understand, and put her hand on Jiang Niao's chest.

Jiang Niao panted anxiously, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, she grabbed Mei Jibo's wrist, but she couldn't exert any strength.

The key is that she lives very quickly.

The cool rain fell anxiously, accompanied by the occasional thunder.

Chen Bizhen was allowed to enter the palace, but he did not reveal it to many people, but he just got the will, and he was able to go unimpeded.The raindrops were huge, smashing and jumping on the umbrella surface, the palace walls, stone bricks, and roof ridges all around were dyed with translucent water color, and the sky and the earth became dark.

It was an anxious and depressing afternoon.

The hot and cold weather is just right. After passing through Youxian Gate, you will arrive at Yuekuo Palace without walking for a long time. There are guards in front of the gate. The waitress who held up an umbrella said, "The princess is sleeping." Lead the way in, the dormitory is incensed, there is an unpacked sesame candy box on the table, and there are two plates of cut fruits.

A pink peach and a melon.

The waiter went to wait outside the door, and Chen Bizhen was standing outside the bed tent. In summer, when he took a nap, he only put down a layer of tulle curtains. There was a thin quilt covered in pink and emerald green, and Chen Biyi, with loose hair, was sleeping peacefully. with.

Chen Bizhen looked at her face and sighed.

After so long, the experience of being on the go is like a piece of waste paper, and everyone can't wait to crumple it into a ball at will.

Chen Yiyi turned over and wrinkled her nose casually. When Chen Bizhen stretched out her hand and slid on the bridge of her nose, she was really angry. She stretched out her hand and punched Chen Bizhen on the arm.

Chen Bizhen gritted his teeth in pain.

This time, Chen Yiyi really woke up, she opened her eyes suddenly, and stared out of the bed in a daze, but a person blocked her view, she said: "Go down, I'm not up now, and I don't want to play."

"I'm not going to play with you." Chen Bizhen said.

Hearing this voice, Chen Yiyi instantly opened her eyes. She sat up and saw Chen Biyi's face clearly through the veil.

There was a muffled thunder, and with the inconspicuous lightning, the rain was still crackling.

Chen Yiyi was stunned, and then she began to tremble, she shed tears, and couldn't control it, so she burst into tears.

No one thinks that Princess Jinglan is strong, even she herself thinks that she is weak, but when it comes to the long journey from Jianting to here, Chen Bizhen couldn't help sighing.

Many people underestimated Chen Yiyi.

She was wearing a light blue double-breasted pajamas, with a string of orchid grass embroidered on the bottom of her trousers. When she got out of bed, she rushed forward, hugged Chen Bizhen, and cried even more violently. Small."

Chen Bizhen let her hold her and said, "I'm almost nineteen."

"When will I be an aunt?" Chen Yiyi desperately wanted to be an adult, but there was no hope in herself, so she eagerly longed for Chen Bizhen to have a child. She wiped her tears and jumped up for joy.

Chen Bizhen had no choice but to say, "I'm not the only brother of yours."

He was going to take Chen Yiyi to see Yan Xiu, he wanted to let her know that like Qu Yao, he broke away from the marriage under imprisonment and really had someone he liked.

Taking the carriage, Chen Yiyi prepared for a long time, and she was already dressed, but she was still asking tirelessly: "Who are you taking me to see? Who are you meeting?"

"Meet someone I like." Chen Bizhen said.

Chen Yiyi grinned happily, she smashed her head on Chen Biyi's shoulder and said, "God, I'm so happy for you, really."

The destination was actually the Taoyuan Pavilion. Chen Yiyi raised his eyes, tilted his head, tugged at Chen Bizhen's sleeve, and asked, "Why is it here?"

Already walking in, Chen Bizhen replied: "I wrote a letter to His Majesty, and he allowed me to come and live here. I was used to staying here at that time, and he was also used to it."

"Who is...he?"

"The former Imperial Attendant showed you that you were sick." Chen Bizhen, who was tall, looked down at Chen Yiyi's face, and the little princess's smile disappeared.

With a clear and flustered expression, she said, "I knew it, I knew it."

It's not that she is angry, but the other party is a familiar person. If you put him and Chen Bizhen together, you will feel a little ashamed when you think about it. It's a strange feeling. Chen Yiyi rolled her eyes, with a sly smile on her face, she stopped walking, Leaning close to Chen Bizhen's ear, he carefully asked, "Are you going to marry him? Or... is he marrying you?"

"What do you say, what ..." Chen Yan shook his sleeves and pretended to beat her.

Sure enough, there is so much peace and warmth between brothers and sisters, Chen Yiyi hid happily, and in an instant, the yard was full of her laughter, like silver bells, like a ray of spring in the mountain.

As a result, Chen Yiyi staggered into Yan Xiu's body while staggering in the corridor.

Yan Xiu was also provoked into a smile, and hurriedly asked Chen Bichen: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"I'm beating her." The tip of Chen Bizhen's fan touched Chen Yiyi's forehead.

Chen Yiyi was still sensible, she quickly knelt down and said, "I already know about you and him..."

"Don't salute me." Yan Xiu said.

Take a closer look, the girl has indeed grown up, she was a naughty little girl back then, but now, she is a little more stable, Yan Xiu took her inside and said, "I'm waiting for you."

Zuo Zuo was still alive, it flew over and wanted to land on Yan Xiu, but Chen Yiyi stretched out his forearm and caught it.

The sky is not yet dark, everything is clear after the rain stops, everything has the color of the evening sun.

Everything has changed. In the delusion, I even feel that everything in Yangjing in the past was a dream, a dream, and a nightmare. It is difficult to trace back, and it leaves many regrets.

After Chen Yiyi settled down, Yan Xiu went to change his clothes. He took off his satin robe, stared at the deep red tooth marks on his shoulders, and was stunned for a long time. He rubbed his shoulders, his flesh and bones ached.

Yan Xiu's trousers were still there, and his upper body was only a small sapphire blue and gold embroidered coat. Chen Bichen came in without making a sound. He had just changed into thin clothes with narrow sleeves, which looked neat, so his actions seemed to be neat as well.

Beside the dim candle lamp, Yan Xiu's waist was bound, his hands rested on Chen Butian's shoulders, intoxicated.

Drowning in sudden kisses.

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