win the tripod

A cool breeze blows, and the cyan-colored Luan printed gauze tent is rippling. A boy with a different face in a yellow shirt is leaning on another handsome boy. Both of them are beautiful, and they seem to complement each other and are extremely harmonious.

Ximo couldn't help but slightly twisted her shoulders because she bore most of Beigong Qiyi's weight. Beigong Qiyi slowly opened her eyes, with a trace of confusion in them, closed them again, and asked lazily: " How long have I been asleep?" Xi Mo looked at the sky and said softly, "About a quarter of an hour." Bei Gong Qiyi nodded, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were already clear.

Beigong Qiyi raised her body, straightened her collar slightly, saw Ximo kneading her sore shoulders with a frown, put her hands on Ximo's shoulders with a light smile, poured her inner strength into her palms, and slowly rubbed her , After a while, seeing that Ximo's eyes relaxed, he withdrew his hand and asked, "Is it better?" Ximo nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, young master."

Beigong Qiyi played with Ximo's hair every once in a while, and thoughtfully said: "Go and find Xiao Yanqin, the chief guard of Lizhuang."

After Ximo trotted away, Beigong Qiyi sat on the bench and looked at his back, a little lost in thought, but after a short moment, Beigong Qiyi squinted her eyes, got up and walked outside, poured a cup of tea, and slowly After drinking half a cup of tea, Ximo hurried in with a man in black.

"I've met the Young Master." Xiao Yanqin bowed and bowed, Beigong Qiyi unhurriedly finished half a cup of tea in the cup, then put down the teacup, and said in a low voice: "Get up." Xiao Yanqin got up and stood in front of Beigong Qiyi with his head down.

Beigong Qiyi gave him a slight look. The man was wearing the uniform black robe of the guards in the villa, with only a circle of fine silver stripes on the cuffs and necklines. His hair was combed neatly and meticulously. Seeing the prudence and solemnity of the head of the "Lizhuang" guards, Beigong Qiyi nodded, and asked in a deep voice: "Now that big brother has an accident, how is the village?"

Xiao Yanqin raised his eyes so that Beigong Qiyi could see all the emotions in his eyes, "Return to the young master, everything in the village is fine now." Beigong Qiyi looked at him with a half-smile and said: " Really? Ximo." Ximo stepped forward in response, and Beigong Qiyi took out an envelope for him, "Give it to Chief Xiao to take a good look."

Xiao Yanqin opened the envelope, and the more he looked down, the tighter his heavy brows frowned. After finishing the whole letter, Xiao Yanqin raised his head and glanced at Beigong Qiyi, lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Yes. The subordinates are unfavorable in discipline, and please punish the young master."

Beigong Qiyi lowered her head, stroking the light yellow sleeve robe with her slender fingers, Xiao Yanqin knelt on the ground, but her back was straight, Beigong Qiyi smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Those people in Xiyuan are staring at you. Hurry up, don't startle the snake, I want to see what else they can do."

Xiao Yanqin nodded heavily, and replied: "Your subordinate obeys orders." Beigong Qiyi stood up, looked at Xiao Yanqin who was still kneeling on the ground upright, and said flatly: "Boss Xiao's management is not good, go to the execution room to receive the punishment yourself .” Xiao Yanqin cupped his fists and said, “Yes.”

Beigong Qiyi waved her hand, turned around and walked into the back room, Xi Mo followed, and after both of them left, Xiao Yanqin stood up, crumpled the credit in his hand, and strode away with a sullen face go out.

She took the book she just read and casually flipped through a few pages. A maid served some exquisite cakes. Beigong Qiyi felt bored. , Prepare paper and ink."

The painting on the boat was stolen by Qi Yong, Beigong Qiyi was unhappy, so she took advantage of the confusion to draw another picture, the appearance of the man was deeply imprinted in his heart, and he picked up the pen without thinking too much , Ximo was grinding ink silently at the side, watching the young man draw quietly.

The man in the painting is half lying in the water, with black hair lying on his body slightly wet, with a few pink petals interspersed in it, the man squinting his eyes halfway, a beautiful and stern face in the middle of the long hair A little bit lazy and a little bit confusing in the half-covered, Beigong Qiyi stopped writing, looked at the person in the painting with squinted eyes, and wrote a line of small characters: Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blowing Revlon.If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon.

When Ximo saw this line of poems, his heart trembled. This poem was written by Li Taibai for Tang Minghuang and Yang Guifei. What Gong Qiyi said to Nishang...

——It's a pity that he is not Tang Minghuang, and you are not Yang Guifei. Xi Mo suddenly looked up at Beigong Qiyi, but saw the young man just staring at the painting. Seeming a bit evil, Xi Mo hurriedly lowered his head, but the somewhat absurd thoughts in his heart lingered for a long time.

Could it be that you want to be Tang Minghuang and let him be your concubine Yang...

Beigong Qiyi casually picked up a piece of pastry, and the crumbs accidentally fell on the painting. Beigong Qiyi frowned slightly, threw the pastry with only one bite aside, and carefully cleaned up the crumbs on the painting, Then carefully roll up the painting and put it in the cabinet.

Xi Mo watched his series of movements, and the thoughts in his heart became heavier, and the darkness in his lowered eyes passed quietly.

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The night was already thick, as thick as ink, and the light silver moonlight obliquely projected on the window screen.

The gauze curtain flickers, and the shadow of the candle shakes red.

Beigong Juechen half-lyed on the bright red bed with his eyes closed, under his hands was a brocade red pillow embroidered with two mandarin ducks, the thick iron chains on his white jade-like wrists were particularly eye-catching, his black hair was untied, straight Scattered on the wide-open chest, there was a faint green light, and his eyes suddenly opened to reveal dark green pupils.

The slender and strong fingers moved slightly, and rubbed lightly on the creamy face three times. The next moment, the bright red bed curtain was lifted up abruptly, Beigong Juechen looked at the visitor, and smiled lazily.

When the man saw Beigong Juechen's appearance, he couldn't help showing a bit of sarcasm on his usually cold and indifferent face, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have changed your style." With a slanted eyebrow, Beigong Juechen With his face unchanged, he got up and spread his arms, the iron chain made a low sound due to his movements, "How about me?"

The dart in his hand hit the iron ring bound to Beigong Juechen's wrist, sparks splashed, but the iron ring was not damaged at all, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Beigong Juechen, and snorted coldly: "The essence remains the same. "

It is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, no matter what appearance, no matter what situation, he is Bei Gong Jue Chen, arrogant, resolutely indifferent owner of Li Zhuang.

Beigong Juechen looked at the iron chain on his wrist, and said: "This is made of fine iron, you must use a key to open it." The man tugged at the chain, and whispered: "Do you know where the key is?" Gong Juechen frowned slightly, and thought: "It should be in this room." He looked around the empty room, his eyes finally fell on the window sill, and said with a smile: "It's on the eaves above the window."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and sure enough he found a metal-colored key on the eaves of the window, and unlocked the iron chain on Beigong Juechen's hand. The man asked, "How do you know where the key is?"

Moving his stiff wrists, Beigong Juechen put on his shoes, and said with a sneer, "Put the key beside me, but I can't get it to unlock it." With strength in his hand, Beigong Juechen flicked his sleeve Pao strode out of the room where he was imprisoned for two days and one night. Just as the two stepped out of the room, the big bed in the room collapsed.

The sky is full of sparse stars, and the cold moon is like a hook.

Qi Yong stood on a high place and watched the two from a distance. In the night, Bei Gongjuechen suddenly turned his head. His dark green eyes were like two sharp swords, embellished with the cold light of the cold moon. Qi Yong stood upright with black eyes. His long robe was mixed with the boundless darkness behind him, the figure of the man had already disappeared without a trace, Qi Yong slowly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and smiled.

That smile was indescribably lingering, indescribably charming and evil.