"Brother!"

By the stream, the tide was hoarse.

The sharp blade approached two more minutes of the neck, and the red blood flowed out, dyeing the white clothes into large areas of deep red, which was shocking under the moonlight.

Chen Yijue's lips were pursed into a straight line, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart became even more serious.

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

He whispered: "A Chao, the last time, this is the last time I indulged you... I don't owe you anything, I never owe you anything."

He turned around and strode away from the garden.

Chen Yichao collapsed all over and finally fell to his knees by the stream.

The wind suddenly rose, and his long hair like splashing ink swayed with his big sleeves. A smile finally appeared on his clear and pale face. He stared at Chen Yijue's back and said tremblingly: "Brother, thank you."

Room.

Cold Yan was wearing a cloak and leaning on the windowsill to look at the bright moon.

She was bored and unable to sleep. She reached into her sleeves and habitually planned to light a cigarette and smoke a few times, but later she realized that the cigarette pipe had been broken by the sun.

She bent her lips.

The man was very domineering and forced her to quit smoking for many years. Now even if she can't smoke, she will no longer feel as uncomfortable as before.

She looked out the window again.

It has been so long since I was jealous, and no matter how jealous the old iron lump is, it should be gone?

Knowing that she was injured but she didn't come to visit her, really planned to leave her alone for the whole night?

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

She clearly told Nan Jiaojiao that she didn't love the husband of the Shen family, but what was the vague expectation in her heart? Why did she hope that Chen Yiji would come to visit her?

Just when he was puzzled, Chen Yijue suddenly pushed the door open.

Han Yanliang was stunned, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, what wind has blown us General Chen? He broke into the boudoir in the middle of the night. What kind of gentleman's style?"

Chen Yijue's face was cold and cold.

He took out the rouge, water powder bottles and jars from his arms, and then took out the beaded hairpins and jewelry wrapped in handkerchiefs, and placed them one by one in front of the makeup mirror.

He said, "When I came to Luoyang, I will give you what I bought from the towns along the way."

The cold smoke lit up before his eyes, and he jumped lazily off the windowsill.

She shook to the makeup mirror table, leaned over to play with the hairpin and ring jewelry, and smiled: "The style is a bit vulgar, but this girl is naturally beautiful and can suppress this vulgar color. I will accept this gift!"

She is tall and slender, and when she raises her sleeves, she exudes a sweet fragrance of pear blossoms, which is particularly refreshing.

Chen Yijue looked at her quietly.

She was so bright and beautiful when she smiled, even more dazzling than the lights.

He remembered that the first time he saw her in Yulouchun, he thought she was very beautiful.

When fighting with her, he even quietly showed mercy.

Later, he took her to Chang'an and locked her in a small house. The little things they spent day and night together made him deeply rooted in love.

How would he say the words that hurt her?

Han Yanliang picked up a pure gold peony hairpin, put it on the cloud bun casually, raised his head and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

Chen Yijue nodded seriously: "It looks good."

Han Yanliang smiled even more satisfied. He turned on the rouge powder, picked up a box of brightly colored mouth fat, and used his tail finger to pick some, facing the mirror to the red lips.

The red lips immediately showed a peony petal-like color.

It fell into Shen Yijue's eyes and was really charming and confusing all living beings.

His hands, which were hanging on his legs, were tightened and tightened, his whole body was as straight as a bowstring, and a few red bloodshots appeared in his eyes, which was particularly sad.

Han Yanliang saw his strangeness in the bronze mirror.

It seems to be enduring something.

She raised an eyebrow.

This old man didn't talk much. He pursued her for so long, but never had the idea of ​​giving up. Today, he was obviously jealous, but he turned his head but put down his figure to coax her. But he was still jealous, right?

She touched her bright red lips, and her heart was inexplicably soft.

She turned around, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and kissed her deep and sarcastic jaw like comfort.

After kissing, she turned her head proudly, lowered her eyes and played with the makeup on the mirror table, and whispered: "The general is here late at night, do you have anything to say to me?"

It's like sparks burning across the field.

A strong feeling flashed through Chen Yijue's eyes.

He suddenly pressed Han Yanliang's thin shoulders desperately and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

So long and so profound, like a raging fire on the wilderness, wishing that the girl in her arms could be swallowed completely into her stomach.

Han Yanliang was forced to raise his head.

The slightly raised Apricot's eyes were a little confused. She could clearly feel the desire and restraint of the stern, the deep affection and reluctance, like the softness of the hundred-sharpening steel turning into fingers, like the rose blooming on the thorns.

Tonight he is different from usual...

Candle flowers rolled down.

When the love reached deeper, Chen Yijue suddenly opened his eyes.

The desire in the pupils quietly dissipated, leaving only self-sustainment and clearness.

The beauty in her arms was cloaked, her shoulders were half exposed, and her golden hair fell on the makeup mirror. Her hair was covered with paint on her cheeks, making her face look particularly beautiful and charming. Shui Lulu's apricot eyes stared at him helplessly, and her lips were a bright color that could not be depicted by peony oral fat.

He slowly raised his hand, and his rough fingertips gently stroked the corner of her mouth.

He endured the pain and slowly took two steps back.

He whispered softly: "I'm sorry... I tried my best not to care about your past, but the afternoon scene made me think of the things you and Ah Brother did again, and I couldn't accept it. I still want to marry a noble lady from a pure and innocent family."

A pure and innocent girl from a noble family.

The cold smoke listened quietly, and his helpless expression gradually calmed down.

Chen Yijue lowered his head, and the scar under his left eye was pounding hideously.

Sorry, I once said I wanted to protect you, but I broke my promise tonight.

I once vowed to marry you, but I could only give you a hand.

sorry……

He didn't dare to look at Han Yanliang's face, and he didn't dare to stop for more. He left quickly with red eyes.

The door is open.

The night wind blew in, blowing out the staggering lights.

The moonlight is soft.

The girl was still leaning on the makeup mirror.

Her cheeks faded away, and her long and curly eyelashes scattered in her pupils. Her bright red lips were particularly abrupt, like a resentful girl in the long night.

She blinked her long eyelashes and did not cry.

She sat dignifiedly in front of the makeup mirror, picked up her eyebrows and drew her eyebrows carefully.

She hummed a song from Shu, her expression was so careless, but her hands trembled violently, and her slender eyebrows flew into her temples, adding a bit of charm and charm.

The young man in white clothes is better than snow stepped into the threshold.

He treated the wound on his neck and changed into a high-capped uniform. He was as noble as a handful of crystal snow under the moonlight.

He stared at the cold smoke and his pale lips raised gently.
Chapter completed!