Xie Fu was shocked when he heard this, "I won't advise you to forgive him without your suffering. How can I encourage you to kill your father?"
But Sister Xiang'er was so kind to him, and the only thing he wanted was that he couldn't do it, and for a moment he felt extremely guilty.
Qin Xiang'er was also in a moment of high emotion, mixed with grief and anger, and that's why she said such words to ask Xie Fu to die in vain.
Seeing Fu Xie's guilty and embarrassed face, I felt warm and comforted in my heart, and my mood became much more stable.
Seeing Qin Xiang'er's eyes looking at him, Fu Xie said, "Sister, please think clearly, Xiao Lang will help you kill her."
Another warmth filled her chest, and Qin Xiang'er burst into tears and smiled: "Do you know who he is?"
"The God of Killing Wei Wushi, and he is still yours, Sister Xiang'er..."
Before Xie Fu finished speaking, Qin Xiang'er scolded him: "Shut up!"
The smile that finally appeared just now disappeared immediately and was replaced by a cold and stern face.
Xie Fu could feel that she had been offended, but he did not say anything, and gently wiped the tears hanging on her cold face with his fingers.
Seeing Fu Xie's gentle movements and distressed expression, Qin Xiang'er leaned on Fu Xie's body and said tenderly: "It's good to have a young man... It's good to have a young man..."
This was not the time to talk about the details of the reason. He just wanted to pamper this good sister and make her happy.
Kiss the teardrops on her face tenderly, kissing her right up to her lips, expressing all the love in your heart...
That night, Fu Xie planted a deep impression of a stalwart man in Qin Xiang'er's heart, making Qin Xiang'er realize that this man was no longer a young man she needed to take care of and protect, but a man she could rely on.
Xie Fu was accustomed to getting up early, and the first ray of dawn in the morning had just entered the house through the window lattice, casting a pattern of broken gold on the ground.
Qin Xiang'er nestled in his arms, her gracefully curved back pressed against him, curled up like a lazy snow cat.
She slept deeply, breathing evenly, and she was very quiet, so quiet that Xie Fu could count her two rows of curved eyelashes one by one.
His long, messy hair was spread across his chest, and his snow-white and soft neck was so beautiful under the orange-red dawn light.
I still remember that not long after he arrived at Qin Tower, Qin Xiang'er didn't want him to live and eat in Qin Tower for free, so he asked him to clean the yard.
At that time, he was still a little afraid of the woman who owned the first floor, so when cleaning Qin Xiang'er's room, he would choose the time just after dawn when she was most asleep.
He also had the chance to see this woman sleeping soundly. Only at this time, she was neither cold nor cruel, nor hit or cursed.
On the contrary, it is very beautiful and gentle, just like the beautiful and peaceful fairy in the painting.
Whenever he saw those thrilling body lines, he would feel impulsive as a teenager, but his respect for her and her good upbringing prevented him from thinking too deeply about messy things.
At that time, I felt very warm in my heart. I thought how wonderful it would be if this woman were my relative. She would not scold me or hit me, but would love me in return...
He lowered his head and saw that his sister, who was once unattainable and as cold as ice, was nestling in his arms. His dream had come true. Now his sister would not scold him or hit him, but she also loved him very much.
Xie Fu can really feel her tenderness and kindness.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched her soft hair, fearing to disturb her sweet sleep.
The soft hair tips still disturbed her, and Qin Xiang'er murmured in her sleep: "Xiao Lang, I love my sister, my sister loves you..."
Perhaps only in her sleep she was willing to show her weak side that needed care. Xie Fu finally couldn't help but lovingly hugged her into his arms and kissed her on the hairline behind her ears.
At this moment, there is unspeakable love in my heart. This feeling does not happen overnight, but is accumulated over time.
At this sound, my sister also woke up Qin Xiang'er. She opened her eyes with a sleepy sound. Xie Fu's smiling face came into view in the hazy scene. However, this big woman buried her face into his chest in shame, covering her head with black hair.
Be strict.
Xie Fu gathered up her long hair, and the red side of her face came into view, "Sister, we are so familiar, why are you so shy?"
Qin Xiang'er's fierce and aggressive nature showed through: "Who knows you well?"
"Hey, we've known each other for almost ten years, aren't we still familiar enough?"
"But I'm not familiar with you this way."
Xie Fu chuckled: "Sister, why do you look so resentful when you just woke up? Is it because Xiaolang didn't serve you well last night?"
Qin Xiang'er suddenly became angry and waved her pink fists at Fu Xie: "You still say it! You still say it! I begged you so many times last night, but you don't feel sorry for me at all."
"Sister, you told me that a woman wants something when she says she doesn't want it. I thought you were motivating me."
"Encouragement is nothing. You are like a wild wolf. Do you need me to encourage you?"
Xie Fu tightened his arms around her slim waist, and Qin Xiang'er immediately became honest.
"Sister, what did you call me last night?"
Qin Xiang'er looked at Xie Fu and said tenderly: "Xiao Lang~~"
"No, that's not what you called it."
Qin Xiang'er bit her lip and her ears turned red: "I forgot."
How could Fu Xie not see that she was pretending, and said with a smile: "Then I remind you, sister, you call me a good husband."
Last night, she was confused and confused. When she heard Xie Fu say it, Qin Xiang'er suddenly felt numb and had goosebumps all over her body. She said, "I never said that."
"You still dare to quibble, why don't you admit it quickly?" Xie Fu said and started to tickle her.
Qin Xiang'er hid while giggling: "Even if I said it...I forgot,"
Finally he couldn't bear the tickling anymore and said, "Good husband, please let Xiang'er go."
Qin Xiang'er realized this sentence as soon as he said it, and whispered: "Good boy, stop teasing my sister, let her lie in your arms for a while." Then she behaved like a little sheep.
Xie Fu felt that being able to support her in such a majestic manner was satisfying both physically and mentally.
…
The spring is coming, the pond is rippling, the trees and bamboos are dim, and the colorful flowers are blooming.
In the middle of the deep, elegant and quiet garden, a woman sat cross-legged under a pavilion, playing the piano with her back.
She was dressed in a white dress, with a sword hairpin stuck across her bun. As she played the piano with both hands, she played the beautiful and melodious music.
This infinitely graceful back also gives people a sense of pure poetry and calligraphy.
How could there be no listeners to such a beautiful piano sound?
Standing three feet away from the pavilion was a short man, more than five feet tall but less than six feet tall. He was wearing a bamboo hat and his face could not be seen clearly. He was wearing gray cloth and a gray cloak.
It is as quiet as a stone statue listening to the piano, the breeze is blowing the cloak, and the clothes are patterned, but it gives people a sense of excellence and tallness.
The sound of the piano has stopped, people are quiet, and the warm sun and wind remain.
The man spoke up: "That man has played the piano for many years."
The woman responded: "The blue water is still there, but the red medicine is better than before."
"Qinglan."
"Senior brother."
Just as Chen Qinglan was about to turn around, the man said: "Don't move, Qinglan will just leave it like this."
Lan Binghan loves this junior sister deeply, but he is short in stature and ugly in appearance. Whenever he faces his junior sister, he always feels inferior and filthy.
What he likes to do most is to look at the back of his junior sister, no matter what she is doing, just like now.
"Bai Lianhua said you were missing, junior sister, you are indeed here."
