Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

When his breathing became weaker and weaker, that beautiful face also turned pale, and the hands that were tightly clasped around his neck were suddenly released, and turned into a gentle touch .

The restraint on the neck was lost, and the fragrance of flowers poured in. Before the man in white could catch his breath, the person on the body suddenly rushed forward at this moment, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. Almost the whole body was hung on him, and he was so pressed that he couldn't even move. The kiss was light and urgent.

Before he could fully wake up from the feeling of suffocation, there was a tearing sound in his ears, and then he felt a chill on his body, and then he fell in a circle, and when he cleared the fog in his eyes, he could see The half-undressed person lying on the bed at this moment is still expressionless even at this moment, but his lips are as red as blood, and his eyes are followed by dark red waves. Caught his white arm.

He grabbed Jiang Luoyu's wrist, half of her cheeks hidden in the darkness remained motionless, but her cheeks flushed unnaturally, her jet-black eyes slightly lowered to avoid looking at him, while the other hand moved slightly. Lifting it up, it touched his neck with black and blue finger prints: "You don't want it?"

"I won't wrong you." Because the neck was strangled just now, the man in white's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was still gentle. He stared at him for a long time, his gaze shifted from his averted gaze to the pear blossom outside the window— — After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly smiled and said in a low voice.

"I'll treat you well as long as I live—so I thought, when we're married, then..."

Speaking of this, he seemed a little speechless, and stroked the red line on Jiang Luoyu's fair forearm with his fingers, which could be vaguely seen in the moonlight.

That is different from the red line in his hand that will never fade, but as long as Jiang Luoyu's body is broken, the line will disappear. After verifying this line, confirming that the twins are innocent, and then taking the medicinal soup to help conceive, only then can they pull down Luan's tent and do good deeds.

As long as you don't see this line, the famous family will think that the man's family has been wronged and can divorce his wife immediately.

He knew that Jiang Luoyu had no intention of marrying him, but he had been with him for such a long time, and no one else knew about it, but he knew that after Jiang Luoyu cleared up the problem leading to the throne, he would not stay in the university. Taki, he has such a close relationship with him, and he will not find a woman to spend the rest of his life with.

Although he is Jiang Luoyu's good concubine in name, although there are some transgressions between the two of them, they are both innocent after all. Luo Yu was willing to give up everything for him to go to Dajin and become his first wife. Before all the dust settled, he would not let his beloved be wronged.

Hearing what he said, and feeling the touch of his fingers, Jiang Luoyu lay motionless on the couch, as if she could sense what he was thinking at the moment, but suddenly sneered, her tone became more and more serious. Weird, with a hard-to-distinguish expression: "What if I don't want to?"

Hearing that he refused, the man in white was at a loss for a while, then put down his hand as if he had been burned, lowered his head and thought carefully for a while, then suddenly lowered his dark eyes, as if he was a little embarrassed, and thought for a while In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then...you have to pick a better day, or if you can't help it, I'm also...willing to be here."

After saying this, his face flushed red, and he slowly got down from the couch, pulled the incomplete white clothes on his body, gritted his teeth and was about to take it off completely, and lay down on the couch The person on board finally got up and raised his hand to grab his arm.

arms, buried his face in his arms, and murmured in a low voice.

"Zhaomin..."

Hearing his low voice with deep tiredness, the man in white subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him, and realized that Jiang Luoyu didn't have that intention at this time, so he let out a soft and slow breath, and silently said what he said. , chased away the messy things that came up in his mind, picked him up again and sent him back to the couch, and lay on the side with him, stroking his cold black hair with his fingers.

He didn't know why Jiang Luoyu's emotions were fluctuating at this time, and why he wanted to kill him as soon as he woke up. He just stared fixedly at that beautiful cheek nestled in his arms, and his whole body almost shrank into a small size. Tuan, even in the midnight that is about to enter summer, his body is as cold as ice.

He pursed his lips, pulled the silk quilt to cover the two of them, and then carefully hugged the person in his arms tightly, but his dark eyes slowly darkened, and he took off the wishful flute in his hair with his fingers, and moved closer He blew it soundlessly from his lips, and just a moment after he played the flute, a big snow-white bird blinked its black pea eyes, and landed soundlessly on the pear tree outside the attic.

The golden morning sun shone into the attic, and the person on the couch frowned, and opened his black jade-like eyes, as if because he didn't feel the temperature that should be around him, he stood up on the railing beside the couch, His slender fingers pressed his forehead, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of flapping wings.

Raising his head, he was not surprised to see a big snow-white bird parked beside the couch, its bright red paws were walking towards him with small square steps, its black bean eyes were crooked, it was the bird he was familiar with. .

When Murong Hao walked up to the attic with his eyes downcast, he saw the person on the couch sitting crookedly there, teasing Zui Xue with a piece of jerky in his hand, although there was a smile on his face as before, but that smile was cold and cold, without Dipping under eyes.

Seeing this scene, he slightly narrowed his glazed eyes, and held the tray in his hand more steadily.

"Have breakfast."

Hearing his voice, Jiang Luoyu stopped immediately, looked up at the person in front of him, patted the place beside her, and said softly, "Sit down and eat with me."

Seeing Murong Hao sit down, lowered his eyebrows and eyes quietly, cleaned his hands with a clean towel, and brought the tray over on the small table. Although he didn't look bad from the beginning to the end, the solemn aura on his body was To be honest, Jiang Luoyu was aware of this, knowing that after one night, he must know what happened in the palace.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luoyu scanned the dishes on the small table, and suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite, but because the people in front of him were still watching, he still picked up the ivory chopsticks in front of him, picked up a piece with a smile Osmanthus fragrans, put it in the porridge bowl by the person in front of him, and said softly.

"Try this. This is my favorite snack when I was young. The stuffing made with sweet-scented osmanthus is the best... made by my concubine, but the chefs in the big kitchen of the palace must make a good one."

As soon as he paused unnaturally, the person sitting across from him stared at him for a moment, but didn't speak. He just put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his bowl, as if he was going to stare at him and eat it.

Jiang Luoyu looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his bowl, and smiled with the corners of his lips, but put down his chopsticks after a while.

Seeing him put down his chopsticks, Murong Hao's eyes froze, and he put down his chopsticks almost at the same time: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luoyu shook his head, leaned back on the couch again, looked at the pear blossoms blooming outside the lattice window, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his tone was very light, like petals flying down: "I have no appetite. You Eat more, but don't lose weight, let others think that I have treated you badly."

Murong Hao looked at his side face shining brightly under the sun, and couldn't help softening his voice.

"They dare not."

Jiang Luoyu gave a low laugh, his eyes still did not leave the pear blossom, but his tone was more teasing: "It's true, Mr. Murong is so powerful, who can treat you badly."

Murong Hao saw that he really didn't want to eat, so he lowered himself down on the couch, knelt down beside him, clenched his wrist tightly with his fingers, looked at the big snow-white bird that was parked on the railing not far away, and touched his fingers with his fingers. Touched the corner of his lips: "If you're tired, go ahead and rest. Zui Xue will stay with you."

"It's really cunning." Jiang Luoyu lowered his head, looked at the face next to him, and smiled round and round, but the darkness in his eyes couldn't dissipate, "Leaving this bird is nothing more than letting me be with you When I’m not around, I’ll think of you when I see this bird, and you can’t wait to see others in my eyes all the time.”

After that, he was silent for a moment, did not hear the answer from the person in front of him, and added with a smile: "Why, could it be that I made a mistake?"

"In your eyes, there are many people." The man in white shook his head, his cold fingertips slipped from his hair, his delicate facial features seemed a little blurred in the sunlight, he seemed to be smiling, but his tone seemed to sigh, " But I can only see you... I can't help but think, let you only see me."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Luoyu's eyes froze. Before he could say anything, the man in white had already stood up, picked up the tray, turned around and went down the attic, and his figure quickly disappeared behind the man on the couch. in the eyes.

Since that day, Jiang Luoyu has been living in the attic, and has not returned to her own main room. Every time Murong Hao goes upstairs, he can see his side face without the slightest wave, and his movements that have hardly changed. , following his gaze, it must be the clump of pear blossoms outside the lattice window.

The sun was sinking slowly, Jiang Luoyu felt the warmth around him, before he could turn his head away, a cup of steaming tea was served in front of him, and at the same time, he heard the man's deep voice.

"I never told you that the housekeeper and your brother have been waiting in the attic since a few days ago, but they dare not come up to see you."

Hearing this, Jiang Luoyu's expression fluctuated for a moment, and he raised his hand to take the cup of tea he was holding. His eyes and eyebrows were obscured by the white mist, and he couldn't see clearly: "You said this because of their intercession. of?"