Feng Xie leaned down and looked at Jian Yao in the mirror with bright eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he raised Jian Yao's chin with one hand. Jian Yao frowned slightly and asked:

"do what?"

Feng Xie stroked her brow, raised his fingertips slightly, and murmured in a whisper: "Don't frown!"

The thrush pen was placed on the edge of the table. Feng Xie gently picked it up and hugged Jian Yao's plump and warm body. The body was exquisitely protruding, rising and falling under the thin white gauze. The white greasy skin was full of desires and softness.

They were all intoxicated. The cold paint brush slid across the eyebrows, the warm hands pressed against the cheeks, Jian Yao closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes brushed against the side of her hands, all of which were warm thoughts.

"Through the eyebrows, how dark or dark is it?"

When Jian Yao heard Feng Xie's question, he slowly opened his eyes. In the mirror, they stared at each other. Jian Yao smiled sweetly, held his breath gently, and then opened his lips:

"How does the word Yuanyang come from the book?"

Then Feng Xie smiled, and that smile was like the bright moon, lighting up Jian Yao's heart.

Looking down at the crystal moon soul ice bracelet on his wrist, Jian Yao knew that the man behind him had hidden too many secrets. It was not that Jian Yao had never guessed about his life experience, but he was just afraid that the outcome of the revelation would be too hurtful.

Jian Yao had such an ostrich mentality to get along with him. She should obviously stay away from him, but as soon as she fell into his arms, her whole body felt...

Starting to get hot, they protested strongly in their hearts, their eyes wanted to see him, and their bodies wanted to be close to him. With a silly smile and fiery eyes, Jian Yao finally understood what the blindness of love is. This kind of blindness is

It is fatal. It cannot be avoided or escaped. It cannot be avoided by someone reminding you. It is like a blazing fire, and you are the stupid moth...

"This bracelet..."

"I did it myself!"

Feng Xie interrupted Jian Yao's words. Jian Yao raised his head in surprise, his blue eyes becoming deep and gentle in the candlelight.

“The material was secretly hidden after being collected in the mine when I was a child. After more than ten years of polishing, it was finally polished into a bracelet!”

Jian Yao's fingertips touched the round body of the bracelet and murmured:

"Feng Xie, why do you love me? Why do you give me such a precious thing?"

Feng Xie's whole body trembled, he slowly raised his hand, and gently wrote these three words on Jian Yao's heart with his fingers.

"Branded in the heart..."

He had burned her in his heart. These three words, accompanied by the brilliant night and the everlasting starry sky, were also deeply burned into Jian Yao's heart. Then he asked:

"And you?"

What about me? Jian Yao looked at him with empty eyes. What about me? Can my heart be controlled by myself? The thing between her and him may not only be the fate of the previous life, but Jian Yao has not forgotten the love between her and him.

This man has a sword in his hand, it's called "Fu Hai"

"And far away in the bay of Dongyin, the person closest to her in this life has another sword in the hand, called "Splitting the Sun". What about me? Can I fall in love with this man without any scruples? In his deep heart

Maybe you love me, but life is not just about falling in love.

Then Jian Yao heard her own voice. That day, she said to him: "If one person can really be imprinted in another person's heart, then this must be a painful thing, because only betrayal can be so profound..."

Feng Xie didn't speak, just looked at her, wanting to see into the depths of her soul. Then his arms shook, and Jian Yao fell into his arms. He gasped slightly, and his lips suddenly covered Jian Yao's.

The lips were so hot and soft. His hands were already covering his chest, and then they were occupied by his lips. Jian Yao closed his eyes shyly and stretched out his arms to entangle his body like spreading vines.

The lamp was turned off and she had no sleep all night. Her hands were clasped above her head forcefully by him, and his lips kissed her red water chestnuts like they were tasting rare delicacies. His domineering tongue now sucked her with tenderness.

Her tongue teased the sensitive tip of her tongue with butterfly-like force.

He kissed her deeply and couldn't wait to enter her. He held her buttocks with his hands and moved passionately inside her, racing to his heart's content. There were no cumbersome words, only the intertwining of bodies.

Feng Xie, ask me many years later if you still remember the tenderness of stroking your temples and describing your beautiful face that night.

The red lips you put on are still in memory of the shallow kisses and lip marks from that time.

But I said: I don’t remember...

"Lord of the country!"

Under the night sky, a man was kneeling on one knee, his blue turban fluttering.

"How's the war going?"

Jian Yao stood in the hazy night, dressed in white like snow, carelessly flicking the candle in the palace lantern with her fingers. The candle light reflected her skin, which was translucent and attractive. Her long hair hung in front of her beautiful face. Her eyes were indifferent and elegant, and her beauty was heart-wrenching.

stagnation.

"Yi Huaisha forced King Jing'an back and kept guarding the corridor. The important officials in the country thought that this was a good opportunity to march to the capital of Xize. Unfortunately, Yi Huaisha has been unwilling to send troops, which caused quite a lot of criticism from the ministers.

.”

"oh?"

Jian Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Enli with interest.

"This is interesting. Jimo said before that Huaisha is not for fame but for a way out. Is it true?"

Seeing Jian Yao murmuring to himself, Duan Enli's thoughts wandered a little, and his eyes unconsciously looked towards the brightly lit "Chengqian Hall" in the distance. The music of "Yiya" there was still endless, bringing Duan Enli's memories to his mind.

Pulled into a distant place.

"How about Mo Qi?"

Jian Yao's question interrupted Duan Enli's memories, and he was surprised: "The prince was eager to send troops into the city, but unfortunately he was stopped by Yi Huaisha. In the past few days, I have seen him wandering outside the city with a small group of Moqi.

But Xue Kun’s troops have not moved, and our army does not know the opponent’s strength yet, so we dare not move rashly!”

Jian Yao smiled coldly and looked at the tall "Cheng Qian" along the winding array of palace lanterns.

"General Duan, you and I are destined to have no need for these false courtesy from monarchs and ministers. Over the years, I have written down all the help you have given me. When the incident with Xize comes to an end, you can travel around the world!"

"Thank you, Lord, for your success!"

"Go for it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow took advantage of the night and headed towards the "Chengqian Palace". Jian Yao's smile gradually stopped, he bent down and picked up the golden nanmu holding the palace lantern at his feet, turned around and meandered towards the depths of the Taiyi Palace...

Outside the window, the shadows of flowers are fragrant, and the ground is covered with a pale yellow moon.

Pushing open the heavy palace door, the room was indeed filled with coldness. Feng Xie is not here, I wonder where he went tonight?

Jian Yao put down the palace lantern in his hand, took out the candle from his sleeve and lit the candle, then put one hand together to light the oil lamp placed on the table. The dim light illuminated the loneliness of the room, Jian Yao sat alone in front of the window, watching

The swaying leaves outside the window.

Feng Xie was very busy these days, and he was often missing no matter day or night. Jian Yao deliberately ignored it, but gradually could not suppress the fear in his heart. It was as if he knew that those stolen happy times would slowly fade away.
Chapter completed!