Chapter 897

"Brother!"

By the stream, the tide of Shen Yi was hoarse.

Sharp blade and close to the neck two points, red blood Mi Mi gush out, the white clothes dyed into a large area of deep red, the moon under the startling.

Shen Yi Jue thin lips pursed into a straight line, feeling powerless in the heart.

After a long time, the long knife he held in his hand fell to the ground.

He said in a low voice, "ah Chao, for the last time, this is the last time that I will indulge you I don't owe you anything. I never owe you anything. "

He turned and strode out of the garden.

Shen Yichao was paralyzed and finally knelt down by the stream.

When the wind blows, his long, inky hair sways with his big sleeves. A smile finally appears on his pale face. He looks at Shen Yijue's back and says in a trembling voice, "brother, thank you."

Wing room.

Cold smoke, wearing a cloak, leaning on the windowsill looking at the moon.

The long night is boring and sleepless. She reaches into her sleeve and habitually plans to light a cigarette. However, she finds that the pipe has already been broken by Shen Yi.

She bent her lips.

The man was so overbearing that he forced her to give up smoking for many years. Now even if she couldn't smoke, she would not be as miserable as before.

She looked out of the window again.

has gone so long, how can the old fellow's iron be jealous and the spirit be gone?

Knowing that she was hurt but not coming to visit her, seriously planning to hang her all night?

She curled her lips and pinched off a peony in the flowers outside the window.

Mingming tells nanjiaojiao that she doesn't love the husband of the Shen family, but what's the secret expectation in her heart? Why does she expect Shen Yijue to visit her?

When he was puzzled, Shen Yijue suddenly pushed the door.

The cold smoke was stunned, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh, what wind brings us general Shen? What kind of gentleman is it to break into a boudoir in the middle of the night

Shen Yi Jue's face was cold.

He took out the rouge powder bottles, bottles and jars from his arms, and took out the jewels wrapped in handkerchief, and put them one by one in front of the dressing mirror table.

He said: "when I come to Luoyang, I will give you the things I bought in the towns along the way."

When the cold smoke was cool, he jumped off the window sill lazily.

She swayed to the dressing table, leaned over to play with the hairpin ring jewelry, smiling: "the style is a little vulgar, but I'm naturally beautiful and can hold down this vulgar color. I'll take this gift

She was tall and slender, and when she lifted her sleeves, she smelled of pear flowers, which was particularly refreshing.

Shen Yijue looks at her quietly.

She was so bright and beautiful when she laughed, more brilliant than the light.

He remembered the first time he saw her in yulouchun and thought she was very beautiful.

When he fought with her, he even kept his hand in secret.

Later, he took her to Chang'an and shut her up in a small house. They got along with each other day and night, which made him deeply rooted in love.

What would he say to hurt her?

Cold smoke cool picked up a pure gold peony hairpin, hairpin in the cloud bun at will, raised his head and asked with a smile: "good looking?"

Shen Yi Jue nodded seriously: "good looking."

Cold smoke cool smile more satisfied, opened Rouge powder, picked up a box of colorful lipstick, with the tail finger pick some, the mirror even in the vermilion.

The red lips immediately showed the color of peony petals.

In Shen Yijue's eyes, he is really charming and turns all living beings upside down.

His hands hanging on the side of his legs were tight and tight, his whole body was as straight as a bow string, and several red blood threads appeared in his eyes, which made him extremely sad.

Cold smoke cool in the bronze mirror to see his strange.

It's like a kind of forbearance.

She picked her eyebrows.

, this old fellow who has been so tough, has been pursuing her for such a long time. But she never had the idea of giving up. Today, when she eats vinegar, she turns her head and comes down to her, but she still feels like vinegar.

She touched the bright red lips, and felt inexplicably soft in her heart.

She turned around and suddenly stood on tiptoe, kissing Shen Yijue's jaw like a consolation.

After kissing her head, she looked down at the powder ornaments on the dressing table and whispered, "the general came late at night. What do you want to say to me?"

It's like a spark across the field.

Shen Yi had a strong feeling in his eyes.

All of a sudden, he pressed his thin cold shoulder and bowed his head to kiss her lips.

It's so long and deep, like a fire burning in the field. I wish I could swallow the girl in my arms completely.

Cold smoke forced to raise his head.

She can clearly feel Shen Yijue's love and restraint, strong feelings and reluctant to give up. It's like a hundred steelmaking turned into a soft finger, like a rose on a thorn.

Tonight, he is not the same as usualThe candle flowers fall.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes.

The desire in the pupil quietly dissipates, leaving only self-reliance and Qingming.

The beautiful woman's cloak was covered in the ground and her fragrant shoulder was half exposed. The golden hairpin fell on the dressing table, and her hair was covered with lacquer from her cheeks, which made her face very beautiful and charming. Shuilulu's Apricot eyes were staring at him in a daze, and the color of her lips was a gorgeous color that could not be described by peony and lipstick.

He slowly raised his hand and caressed the corners of her mouth with his rough fingers.

He tried to bear the pain and slowly stepped back two steps.

He whispered, "I'm sorry I have tried not to care about your past, but the scene in the afternoon, let me think of those things you and my brother did again, I can't accept. I still want to marry a noble and noble girl. "

She is a noble woman.

Cold smoke cool quietly listening, the expression of no measures gradually returned to calm.

Shen Yi Jue lowers his head, and the scar under his left eye is ferocious.

I'm sorry, I said I would protect you, but I broke my promise tonight.

I vowed to marry you, but I gave you up.

Sorry

He did not dare to look at the cold face of the cold smoke, nor did he dare to stay. He walked away with red eyes.

The door is open.

The night wind blows in, blowing out the high and low scattered lights.

The moon is soft.

The girl was still leaning against the dressing table.

Her cheeks faded, her long curled eyelashes scattered in her pupils, and her red lips stood out, like a resentful girl in the long night.

She blinked her long eyelashes and did not cry.

She sat solemnly in front of the dressing mirror, picked up Meidai and painted her eyebrows carefully.

She hummed the songs of Sichuan, and her expression was so casual, but her eyebrow hand trembled violently, and the slender eyebrow tail flew into the temples, adding a bit of charm.

Xiao Lang Jun, who wins the snow in white, strides into the threshold.

After treating the wound on his neck, he changed into a high crown and gorgeous dress again. Under the moonlight, he looked like a handful of mountain crystal snow.

He gazed at the cold smoke, and his pale lips rose gently.

He leaned down behind the cold smoke, gently held her face in his hands from behind, and looked at the bronze mirror with her: "smoke, he doesn't want you, does he? You see, I am the only man in the world who is willing to treat you well. "

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