drink snow and ice

Chu Yuanyuan didn't have much research on incense, she just simply felt that the cold fragrance on He Xueyan's body was particularly alluring.

The top note is quiet, and the back note is a heavy herbal fragrance.

She slept on He Xueyan's bed until the sun was high, her eyes opened, and she was the only one left in the room.

Chu Yuanyuan was inevitably a little disappointed, so he slid back into the quilt and pulled it up to cover his head.

The smell belonging to He Xueyan in the quilt was particularly strong, and Chu Yuanyuan's cheeks were flushed with dryness.

Lingsha started decocting medicine very early on. The Emperor Dog was not willing to part with anything else, but he was very generous with the medicinal materials. In addition to the standing medicinal materials that stabilize He Xueyan's condition, there are also many precious medicinal materials that nourish qi and blood.

Every now and then, Lingsha personally delivered it, while fanning the fire with a cattail fan, she secretly thought that it would be better if the dog emperor came less often, or didn't come.

He Xueyan was in the study room early in the morning to prepare the copybooks. She didn't sleep much all night, the medicine faded away, and when Chu Yuanyuan was so tired that she fell asleep, she was the only one who sat up propped up, staring straight at the white belly outside the window. .

Without even looking at Chu Yuanyuan, he put on a coat and went out.

When Lingsha found her, He Xueyan was preparing copybooks in the study, and she seldom liked to write when she was upset.

The emotions that cannot be expressed on weekdays can only be vented when writing.

At the end of the writing, the strokes were extremely heavy, with a murderous intent.

She wanted to continue, but Lingsha rushed forward, snatched the copybook and tore it into pieces: "Chu Yuanyuan must never see such a copybook."

The person turned her face slowly. She didn't even tie her hair up. Her hair was like a waterfall of ink and wash around her snow-white face, around her thin and thin shoulders, and hung straight down to her calves.

He Xueyan's expression was not very good-looking, she took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes and opened them again, before putting down the brush stained with cinnabar.

"Drink the medicine." Lingsha held the bowl, and gently stirred it with her hands as she approached, as if she was afraid of scalding her, and coaxed her softly: "My dear lady, I beg you as Lingsha." gone."

The man didn't say a word, he took the medicine bowl with his lips pursed, and drank it down with a frown.

The bitterness was very strong, as if the gall had been bitten, and the green bile was poured into the mouth, and he couldn't spit it out, so he had to force himself to swallow it.

She took the veil handed over by Lingsha, and gently wiped the corners of her lips with her eyelashes drooping: "Go get some water for Chu Yuanyuan, and bring over the washing things."

"Okay." Lingsha responded quickly, and was about to leave after collecting the bowl and handkerchief.

Suddenly I heard her lady answer: "Send it directly to my room."

She staggered, the bowl fell, and fell with a bang, but it didn't shatter, and it spun around on the ground.

Lingsha turned her face to look at her in astonishment, but He Xueyan showed a smile, which was gentle and friendly: "She brought it to the door by herself, you can't blame me for that."

The little maid put back her astonishment, knelt down to pick up the bowl that survived the catastrophe, and just walked out of the room, she gritted her teeth and cursed the dog emperor in a very low voice.

Surrounded by that very strong cold fragrance, Chu Yuanyuan fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, she was awakened by the sunlight. She opened her eyes bewilderedly, just in time to meet Lingsha who was pulling the curtain of the bed.

Lingsha is cute, with a pair of round eyes and a sensual face. Seeing her wake up, she gave her a supercilious look, and snorted: "Girl got up so early, it's not even lunch time yet." Woolen cloth."

Taking advantage of her master, she didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal, and could only laugh dryly a few times.

Turning his head to look around, he lifted the quilt and stepped on it: "Where's the queen mother?"

Lingsha rolled her eyes again, but still twisted the veil and went to wipe her face.

Her hands are very soft, many times gentler than Tian Zhen's movements, and the handkerchief is softly attached to Chu Yuanyuan's face to wipe: "I'm writing a copybook for you, didn't His Royal Highness say that I want to pour some ink for you?" ?"

Chu Yuanyuan combed her hair hastily and went to the study to find He Xueyan.

The sky is bright today, half of the windows are set up, and the room is filled with a warm light.

The man was wearing a light blue dress with long hair hanging down. When he bent down to the copybook, it hung down like silk satin, falling on the paper and mixed with the words written in cinnabar.

Chu Yuanyuan was afraid of disturbing her, so he shrank and stepped lightly, and slowly walked around from the side.

When approaching from the right side, you can see the delicate right ear protruding from the gap between the man's black hair, which is as beautiful as a snow-white white fungus growing from ebony, so tender that you want to bite it.

With great difficulty, she moved her gaze away from the piece of snow fungus, forcing herself to read He Xueyan's words.

Walking horizontally and falling vertically, he is very familiar with tall and straight.

Chu Yuanyuan took a breath of air in a low voice, the person seemed to be startled, his body shook when he wrote the pen, and the ink was blurred with red marks.

He gave Chu Yuanyuan a very reproachful look, frowned and looked at the copybook for a while, then sighed and said, "Forget it."

Then he put down the pen directly, put his left hand on his right hand, and gently kneaded his sore fingers: "This is enough for you to write."

Her raw hands were also exceptionally beautiful, as white as onion tubes, with round fingertips and slender phalanx bones wrapped in an even layer of flesh.

Wipe it carefully with a damp cloth.

When He Xueyan raised her hand, her sleeve rolled down like a falling cloud, revealing a forearm like a snow lotus root.

"Wait a minute." Chu Yuanyuan took two steps and grabbed her wrist directly: "The arm is stained with ink."

It was just a small red mark, like a petal falling on the inside of her arm, like some kind of beautiful and delicate birthmark.

He Xueyan lowered her head to look, she couldn't observe well from her angle, so she could only hand the handkerchief to Chu Yuanyuan: "You can wipe it for me."

Her arms are really too white, sickly pale, and extraordinarily thin, and her wrists are so thin that Chu Yuanyuan's index finger and thumb can be loosely folded together.

Soft and cool to the touch.

Chu Yuanyuan lowered his eyes and saw that his rough and dull-skinned hand was holding a snow-white wrist like milk, and he was afraid that it would melt and drip down if he tried hard.

She didn't dare to use force at all.

And the ink marks had already dried on the skin, and she couldn't wipe it off even with enough itch.

He Xueyan glanced at her several times, and said in embarrassment: "If you really can't wipe it off, then forget it?"

The little girl could only take back her handkerchief and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Then he hid the red-dyed handkerchief behind his back.

At noon, they didn't eat lentils and cucumbers anymore, they started to eat hand-rolled noodles again, the clear soup lacked water, and only a little chopped green onion was garnished.

It could make Chu Yuanyuan look like a dish.

After eating a few hastily, I put the bowl down.

Looking at He Xueyan with her chin resting, she didn't seem to have a good appetite. She picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing carefully for a long time before swallowing it.

It was too bitter, Chu Yuanyuan felt that he had never experienced such hardship when begging for food, at least the leftovers were all greasy, people like He Xueyan should not live this kind of life at all.

She stared at He Xueyan for a long time, until He Xueyan put down her bowl and chopsticks and turned to look at her.

The man's gaze first fell on her face, and then on the barely touched noodle bowl.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his head was tilted slightly: "Don't you like noodles?"

Chu Yuanyuan can't answer this question at all, and she can't say that she doesn't like it, it's too plain, not oily at all.

He Xueyan sighed, lowered his head and changed the noodle bowls of the two of them: "If you don't dislike it, eat my bowl."

Then with a wave of chopsticks, a fried poached egg was fried golden on both sides.

She gave Lingsha a very disapproving look: "In the future, I will only make two of them. There is no need to treat Yuanyuan and me differently."

He Xueyan handed the chopsticks to Chu Yuanyuan again, her brows and eyes were frowned, and she was so gentle that she said, "Eat more, I don't think you ate much last night."

Chu Yuanyuan finished eating this bowl of noodles, and even drank the soup. In fact, except for the poached egg hidden at the bottom, everything else was the same, equally bland.

Maybe it was just because it was what He Xueyan had eaten.

The author has something to say:

The 19-year-old He Xueyan is definitely better than the 26-year-old! ! !

And a little softer, lure yyds!