Beauty is destined

He grasped the fan tightly in his hand for a moment.

"Although that day was only a short one, but the demeanor of the young master made me unforgettable."

She didn't stick close to him, but stopped at a relatively close distance, but the fragrance of her body and her soft voice penetrated everywhere.

"You and I can't get close because of another person. It's a pity that there is no fate..."

She touched her little finger and smiled sweetly.

Akashi Seijuro looked at her, probably because he was used to gentleness, even though he knew that what she said was just rhetoric, and that this woman was likely to harbor evil intentions, he still couldn't bear to be harsh, and just said: "I'm sorry to disappoint Mrs. Yoshiko, I'm not a flower-appreciator. "

Even the words of refusal are extremely gentle from his mouth, but the awe-inspiring look in his eyes makes people dare not violate them.

Qiu Nai looked down at his slightly trembling little finger, and said softly: "So that's the case, it seems that I may have misunderstood it."

He lowered his head, the broken hair on his face fell down, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows.

When Qiu Nai got up, Akashi stared at the corner of her gorgeous skirt, still refusing to look at her until the corner of the skirt disappeared from sight, then he retracted his gaze, put his palms on his knees, and sat upright, which was very polite.

"Squeak—"

There was a sound of teeth-stinging wood rubbing against each other, and the cool wind came in from his collar. Only then did Akashi Seijuro realize that there was a thin layer of sweat on his back, which was blown away by the cool night wind. It was extremely cold.

He raised the bat fan to cover his eyes, but the bright moonlight outside the window penetrated through the plain fan, as if she accidentally slipped the hair on the back of his hand when she got up.

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful..."

His heart fluttered, and he finally couldn't help turning his head back, only to see her half leaning against the window edge, smiling at him in a gorgeous dress, and the gorgeous lights on the roof of the veranda dyed her skin crimson, interspersed with amorous feelings. Among the charming colors is the touch of silver like moonlight and snow.

Qiu Nai brushed the hair that had fallen from her temples behind her ears, and pursed her delicate red lips, as if shyly blooming towards him.

"Although saying such words will make you distressed," she turned her face, and looked again at the bustling Beijing Central Corridor downstairs, "But I still can't help it, please forgive me, my lord. It won't bother you anymore."

The red and crimson lights reflected in her eyes, like crabapple flowers drifting on the sea.

He couldn't help but lean towards her, but his fingers firmly grasped his thighs. It seemed that only in this way could he restrain his physical urge to move closer to her.

Akashi Seijuro admitted that he did have charming thoughts about her, and even met her far earlier than his brother, and had feelings for her earlier.

At that time, she was far more downcast than she is now, wearing nondescript clothes, walking on the street at a loss.He asked the driver to stop the car, and he, who has always been unwilling to care about other people's right and wrong, wanted to help her for some reason.But when he ordered the coachman to call for someone, the coachman told him with a puzzled face that there was no one there, and even though he pointed the direction to the coachman, the coachman still couldn't see anything.

It was as if a barrier had grown up on her body in vain, he was walking in a different space from her, and only he could see her.

Could it be that God Amaterasu gave him this?At this time, he was exhausted and couldn't help giving birth to such an extravagant wish.

There was a veranda in front of him, he wanted to stop her, but before he could make a sound, he watched her being enveloped by the sunlight falling from the ridge of the roof the moment she stepped into the range of the veranda, and her clothes changed suddenly.

"Oh, the young master is talking about that woman!"

The coachman seemed to see her at last.

"Do you want to stop her?"

Bathed in the sun, even the colorful veranda at night can not help but look a little pale at this moment, like a woman who has removed her makeup, the charm brought by the night fades instantly, no matter how you look at it, she is just an ordinary woman. Just an ordinary woman.

However, even when she walked in the desolate and pale veranda during the day, her interest remained undiminished. From her body language, it could be seen that she was full of interest in this place, and even hummed a ditty with an inexplicable tune.

Rows of red lanterns are hung with ropes on the opposite roof ridges. These lanterns, which add to the glamorous atmosphere at night, now cast black shadows under the sunlight. She shuttles between light and shadow, just like rice paper. The above is a freehand painting drawn only with ink.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, she turned sideways, pressed the hem of the skirt, but her hair was blown up, and the spring breeze that brushed her hair rushed towards him, bringing her breath.

Those poems he once wrote are no longer disease-free, as if they really have a basis——

The leaves are fragrant and the wind is coming, and the spring tide has no stream grass.In the shadow of the cherry blossom forest corridor, hidden behind the juniper fan.Don't peek into the king's face, Lianying is also willing.I have a wisp of soul, I don't know who it belongs to.

Qiu Nai laughed out loud, and the earrings beside her ears trembled wildly with her movements, as if a stone had been thrown into his heart, which made his heart feel uneasy.

"My lord is so highly praised, I really don't deserve it."

Akashi's back tensed suddenly, it turned out that he had already thought out what he missed in his heart unconsciously, and every muscle in his body was tensed, as if this was the only way he would not reveal a trace of his inner emotions.

Qiu Nai pressed the juniper fan to her lips, her eyes seem to be looking at him but not at him, "If I say that I have met you, not here, but in the next life, would you believe me?"

In the next life...why not believe it?

If it wasn't for fate, how could he be tied with a red thread; if it wasn't for being tempted, why would he fall in love with a down-and-out woman at first sight alone when he obviously has no interest in anything?

"It's not like a bright light, and it's not like a dark curtain. On a hazy spring moon night, there is no other beauty in the world." She stared at him pointedly, obviously the beauty she was talking about was referring to him.

Akashi Seijuro couldn't help but laugh, but when he thought of her sworn never to mention poetry because of her brother Yuqing, he couldn't help but twitched.

His complexion calmed down again, and his red eyes were calm and stagnant.

next life?If the gods really have spirits, let's meet again in the next life.

"Tonight has been delayed for a long time, and I will take my leave."

He was about to get up, but was pushed back to the seat by the light juniper fan in her hand.

"Akashi-kun, shall we meet again?"

Akashi Seijuro avoided her gaze, and his little finger began to tremble again.

"Um……"

"That's really great." She leaned down and kissed his ear tenderly, "You are my dream, I really want to never wake up."

His cheeks and ears were hot, but he was staring at the intertwined shadows on the ground.

Obviously she is the extravagant hope he never dared to imagine, his gorgeous dream.

In the end, he returned to the bullock cart as if fleeing, panting with difficulty, his forehead pressed against the wall of the cart, it was clearly a slightly cold spring night, but a thin layer of sweat emerged from his forehead.

"My lord brother," he looked down at his little finger with a hoarse voice, "what on earth are you thinking?"

Why did this umbrella become an opportunity for the two to bond?Obviously because of the elder brother, it is impossible for the two of them.

However, looking at the red line that seemed to still exist on the little finger, his thoughts couldn't help climbing along the red line to that person's body, and he could even feel the temperature coming from the red line.

His eyes were dimmed, he lowered his head and kissed his little finger tenderly, just like kissing the person on the part of the red thread.

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

He couldn't control his heart anymore.

Suddenly, he felt the red thread on his little finger tense for a moment, as if she had responded...

"Well--"

Qiu Nai lowered her head and lay lazily on the window sill. Her clothes were half exposed, her waist and her wrists were held by a pair of powerful arms, and her green hair was winding on her white back. He was burying his head on the back of her neck, licking and kissing the little rouge mole.

The ground was in a mess, the coral hairpins were mixed with the magnificent men's and women's clothes, and they were even trampled out of shape.

Qiu Nai is like a tight bow, and the new snow-like skin seems to be able to squeeze out water with just a light grip. He knelt on the ground half-kneeling, and poked his head under her skirt. This is really a real skirt minister.

She was half-sitting on the window sill, her insteps were arched, and her fingers were stretched out. He unceremoniously squeezed his fingers into her fingers, and even rubbed her little finger with his little finger.

"I'm so jealous that I'm going crazy." Tachibana Youya's vague voice came, "Qina...you are simply the evil in the world."

Qiu Nai was extremely lazy, she half leaned against the window frame, squinted her eyes and watched the bullock cart slowly go away, and laughed softly.

"I should be a good talent in the world. Without me, how can you appreciate such beautiful emotions? It is I who let you have something to rely on and rely on."

This is simply unreasonable, but Akina Fujiwara, who said such words, is extremely beautiful, like a flower of evil growing in the dark, with evil beauty, soaked in a man's tears and painstaking efforts, monopolizing The spring of this city.

Qiu Nai stepped on his shoulder and kicked him away mercilessly.

"Okay, I should go too."

Qiu Nai tidied up her clothes, the corners of her eyes were full of spring, but she became unattainable.

Ju Youya sat cross-legged on the ground, because he was born so well, so such a vulgar gesture was done by him with a sense of coquettishness, he took out his handkerchief and rubbed the corner of his mouth, helplessly said: "You are really Turn your face and be ruthless, but even if you are ruthless like the autumn wind, it is still touching enough."

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, and was about to turn around and leave. Seeing that she was really going to leave, Ju Youya rubbed her forehead in annoyance, and said softly: "Couldn't Qiu Ji love me more?"

Such pitiful words really didn't sound like his noble son's tone, Qiu Nai leaned against the door and looked back, "Then what do you want?"

He spread his hands and looked innocent, "Just let me know what you are going to do, so I can help you."

Akina thought for a moment, then said, "My name is Akina Fujiwara... Have you thought of anything?"

Fujiwara... Naturally, the first thing that comes to mind is the very popular left minister, could it be...

Tachibana Youya showed an unconcealable surprise on her face, while Qiu Nai had already gone away.