Jia Heng comforted Yuan Chun, feeling the girl's trembling body calm down, especially when her two plump breasts were close to her heart, showing her youthful and radiant aura, with wisps of warm fragrance lingering between her nostrils.
Yuan Chun also recovered his emotions at this time, feeling ashamed. He gently let go of Jia Heng, raised his eyes to look at the young man, and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, you...don't blame me anymore."
"Sister, I have never blamed you." Jia Heng said softly. Seeing the hot air blowing down, Yuan Chun, whose curved eyelashes were trembling, also took advantage of the situation to loosen his soft snow shoulders and lowered his gaze.
Yuan Chun calmed down his emotions now, but he was still in front of Jia Heng. At that time, their eyes met each other, their faces were as red as spring flowers and autumn moon, as red as clouds, and they were as rosy as the clouds. He turned his head away and wiped his face with a handkerchief.
His tears were stained and he stopped talking.
Jia Heng patted the tear stains on his shoulder, trying to relieve some of the strange atmosphere, and chuckled: "Look, my clothes are soaked from your crying."
Hearing this, Yuan Chun couldn't help but raise her beautiful eyes, and saw a group of tears on her shoulders. Li Rui's face was already as hot as fire, and her brain was a little short-circuited for a moment. She said urgently: "Brother Heng, why don't you take off your clothes?"
, let me wash it for you."
Jia Heng: "..."
After Yuan Chun finished speaking, he was shocked to realize that he had made a mistake. Even his earlobes were dyed tender and tender. He hurriedly said: "Brother Heng, I'm not..."
Jia Heng said: "Yes, I know, big sister."
At this moment, Jia Heng felt a little uncomfortable as they breathed together. He turned to look at Xiao Ji beside him and whispered: "Sister, let's sit down over there and talk."
"Yeah." Yuan Chun responded quickly and followed Jia Heng to sit down on the pear wood chair.
Jia Heng's face was calm as usual. He picked up the teapot on the small table and made a splash. He slowly poured two cups of tea, pushed one cup over, and said warmly: "Sister, after tomorrow, come with me to the Princess."
You don't have to worry about anything at home, whether it's Baoyu or my wife's affairs."
Perhaps it was Jia Heng's calm and calm demeanor that infected Yuan Chun.
Yuanchun said "hmm" and calmed down. The beautiful eyes under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows twinkled. There was a faint hint of obedience and obedience on her soft jade face. He said: "Brother Heng, you are the one who makes the final decision in matters at home."
Yes, I am just here to cause trouble for you."
It was no longer easy for her to take care of her family's affairs. If this continued, she would not want to experience the feeling just now... that the sky was about to fall.
Jia Heng was somewhat satisfied with Yuanchun's change of attitude. He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sister, just trust me."
He picked up the tea cup from the small table, lowered his head and took a sip.
Because after Yuanchun left the palace, he actually didn't go through much with him. The trusting relationship between people is not established overnight.
When it comes to closeness and distance, in fact... the previous performance shows that Yuanchun has a gentle and pleasant temperament. After this incident, I think that in the future, I will not be inconsistent with him on some major issues.
Yuan Chun was shaken by that warm smile. He looked at the young man who was lifting his weight with his head down and sipping tea. His heart was beating unsatisfactorily. For some reason, he had the illusion that she was not a big sister.
, the boy opposite is the big brother...
Um?
Big brother, Brother Heng?
That day, His Highness Jinyang pouted and seemed to be shouting...Brother Heng?
Yeah, what on earth is she thinking?
At this time, Jia Heng suddenly said: "Sister."
"Brother Heng." Because he was restless, he kept thinking about the word "Brother Heng", so he almost blurted it out. After Yuan Chun finished speaking subconsciously, his whole body trembled, his face was already red with shame, and his legs were pressed together under his skirt, hiding between the two
The toes in the embroidered shoes come together to grip the ground.
She felt that she had lost more face today than she had in the past twenty years!
Jia Heng's hand trembled as he put down the tea cup. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, he stared at the youthful Yuan Chun, who was in the beautiful moonlight. At this moment, he could feel Yuan Chun's shame through a small table.
The words "Brother Heng" also seemed to have a kind of magic power, like the whisper of a goddess, lingering in my mind for a long time. I was so excited that I quickly frowned and waved away some of the strangeness.
"Eldest sister, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Eldest sister, please come to your house to watch the lanterns." Jia Heng asked casually.
"Um."
Jia Heng asked again: "Sister, are you going to eat here later, or?"
"Well, here it is." Yuan Chun's tone was erratic, and he was already lying down, submissive.
Jia Heng thought for a while and could only say: "Sister, if there is nothing else to do..."
"Brother Heng, if there's nothing else, I...I'll leave first." Before Jia Heng could finish speaking, Yuanchun said in a low voice, and then quickly got up, almost running away, leaving only
The next panicked silhouette disappeared into the spring sunset.
Jia Heng paused for a moment, picked up the tea cup, put it to his mouth, and sipped the tea. He suddenly realized that the tea was empty at some point. He looked down at the cup, was silent for a while, and smiled to himself.
"Yuan Chun's character is quite lovely."
Perhaps he had preconceived the idea before and positioned Yuanchun as a thirty-year-old, elegant and intellectual eldest sister, but in reality Yuanchun was only the age of a junior senior in later generations.
Jia Heng put down the tea cup, stood up, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and thought: "Maybe Baochai is not coming."
But Yuanchun left the study, walked along the corridor, almost in small steps, and walked to the Moon Gate at the corner. With a "Ouch", he bumped into a girl.
"Cousin?" Baochai was wearing a pink-trimmed pink peony embroidered cross-collared long coat, a white cross-collared coat underneath, and a beige horse-face skirt embroidered with folded branches and flowers. She had a hairpin in her temples and her skin was smooth.
Immortal beauty.
Ying'er followed not far behind.
Baochai looked surprised. He looked at the slightly frightened girl across from him, his almond-shaped eyes flashed, and his gaze lingered on her tear-stained face, and his heart moved slightly.
Yuan Chun calmed down, looked at the girl opposite, and asked with a smile: "It's Sister Xue, why are you here?"
Baochai did not ask why Yuan Chun was here, but said: "Mom asked me to go to Brother Heng to ask about my brother."
At this moment, Yuanchun also composed his mind, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and there was a bit of confusion on his plump face, and said: "Is it Wenlong? What's wrong with Wenlong?"
But there was something strange in her heart. She came to ask about Baoyu, while Sister Xue asked about Wenlong.
Both of them received sticks, and they both caused trouble for Hengdi...
A look of despair appeared on Baochai's flawless white face, and she sighed quietly and said: "Brother, he went to Wucheng Bingma Division. Mom wanted me to ask how often brother can go home to visit relatives.
"
At the end of the story, Baochai gradually felt a little bit embarrassed and annoyed. What the hell is she doing now, taking the initiative to come to her door? Let that person be frivolous?
When Yuan Chun heard this, he suppressed the weird feeling in his heart and asked: "That's right, is Wenlong leaving after the Shangyuan Festival, or is it?"
"Brother, I'm not ready yet, I'm afraid it's the first lunar month." Baochai said softly.
After saying that, he looked at Yuanchun opposite and asked: "Sister, are Brother Bao okay?"
This time it was Yuanchun's turn to sigh and said: "The beating was not gentle. Baoyu's body is weak and he will need to rest for a long time before he can recover."
Baochai nodded and said, "Eldest sister also took a lot of trouble."
While the two sisters were talking, Yuan Chun chuckled and said, "Aren't you going to see Brother Heng? Go quickly, I have to go back too."
"Sister, then walk slowly." Baochai nodded slightly and watched Yuanchun leave.
The two sisters met on the left side of the road, exchanged few words, and parted ways.
Ying'er came closer and whispered: "Girl, when I look at the eldest girl, there are still tears on her face, as if she just cried?"
Baochai's bright apricot eyes under her dark eyebrows on the distant mountain looked thoughtful, and said, "Maybe it's because of Brother Bao's matter."
That man could be quite hard-hearted at times, but for some unknown reason, the hint of warmth that suddenly appeared between his fingers made people sleep and toss and turn.
In fact, this is exactly the case. People never know how to cherish things that are too easy to obtain.
West wing study.
At dusk, the sunset fills the sky.
The young man in green shirt sat behind the mahogany desk. The golden-red light shone through the window on the rosewood bookshelf behind him. Golden-red dust particles seemed to rise in the air. The setting sun fell on the half-foot-tall porcelain vase, and the light increased sharply.
The pen holder, pen holder, and inkstone that fell on the writing desk each cast a dark shadow.
Jia Heng also calmed down and planned to finish the second part of the Three Kingdoms.
Since Baochai can't come, I might as well write something.
When Baochai entered the study room, he saw the young man holding a writing brush, concentrating on writing at his desk. He was still not wearing the official robe of a python suit, but was only wearing a blue shirt and brocade robe.
Jia Heng felt something, raised his head slightly, stared at Baochai, put down the pen in his hand, smiled and said: "You are here."
Baochai came closer, with a calm smile on his smooth-skinned face, and asked: "Brother Heng, where are you writing the manuscript?"
Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy?
Jia Heng left the writing desk and said: "There are still two or three chapters left. After I finish writing, I will take it easy."
After saying that, he naturally took Baochai's hand, guided him to a chair with his shy eyebrows, and said softly: "Sister, come here and sit down and talk."
Baochai took the opportunity to sit down and said casually: "I just saw the eldest sister coming over."
Jia Heng looked calm and sighed: "Because of Baoyu's matter, I came here to find me. I don't know why, I said a few words and cried in grievance."
Since Baochai met Yuan Chun, with his intelligence and keen observation, he was bound to see tears on Yuan Chun's face or red circles under his eyes, so it would be better if he took the initiative himself.
Baochai's eyes flashed, and the doubts in his mind faded away, and he said: "I heard that the eldest sister raised brother Bao and taught him how to read. She almost felt sympathy for mother and son. Brother Tianbao was beaten the day before yesterday. I think it hurts the eldest sister too.
Heartfelt."
This is tactful advice.
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Yes."
As he said that, he turned to look at the white face and asked: "Sister, do you think I am a bit hard-hearted and unhuman?"
When Baochai heard the words, his heart trembled, his jade face paused slightly, and he said softly: "Brother Heng, why did you say that? I also saw it that day. Although Brother Heng reproached him on the surface, he actually spared Brother Bao, and finally came to the palace loyally.
I still protect brother Bao, and I know about brother Heng’s good intentions."
As he spoke, his moist, almond-shaped eyes looked at the young man quietly.
Jia Heng stared at the beautiful girl, silent for a moment, and said softly: "Sister is really my best friend."
When Baochai heard the words, her jade face was slightly hot, and she felt that her heart was filled with sweetness. She lowered her head and said softly, "Brother Heng... is also my confidant."
Whether it's the crystal clear snow in the mountains or the ambition of the blue clouds, it's all about meeting a close friend in the mountains and flowing water.
Jia Heng looked at the shy Baochai, his eyes were trance for a moment, he caressed his shaved shoulder, came closer, and gently held the soft hand.
Baochai gradually closed her moist apricot eyes, the handkerchiefs she held were tightly twisted together, and her delicate body was still trembling.
After a long time, Jia Heng gently hugged Baochai into his arms, looking at the sunset outside the window, but without taking a step closer, he asked: "Why did aunt ask my sister to come here this time?"
Baochai was panting lightly, her face was bright and bright. At this moment, she put one hand in the warm palm and pressed her head against Jia Heng's arms. She might be suffering from a lack of oxygen, and her voice was a little erratic.
: "Mom asked me to ask my brother how many months will he come back here?"
Jia Heng said: "I should come back once a month, maybe two days."
The slender hand in the palm, the skin is white and greasy, and the frost is like snow. It has to be said that the touch is soft, which makes people fall in love with it.
Hearing this, Baochai raised her snowy face, looked at the young man, and said softly: "Brother Heng, wouldn't it be better to do it twice in two days, so that maybe my brother doesn't feel as constrained as being in jail?
"
Jia Heng thought for a while and said warmly: "Since my sister said so, it's okay."
Baochai felt a little happy and said softly: "Then I'll tell mom, she will be very happy."
Jia Heng looked at the joyful look on the girl's beautiful brows and sighed softly.
Baochai asked in surprise: "Brother Heng, why are you sighing?"
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said: "I was thinking that I must give my sister a status no matter what in the future, otherwise I will really not be able to live up to my sister's feelings."
Hearing this, Baochai's heart surged with sweetness. It only lasted for a moment, but there was a rare solemn look on his face. His voice was like broken jade, the clearer it became clearer: "Brother Heng, it's good if you have this kind of intention, but don't use it like this."
Things are determined by obsession, as the saying goes, haste makes waste, and in military affairs, the most important thing to avoid is impetuousness."
Jia Heng nodded, with the girl with gentle eyebrows reflected in his eyes, and said softly: "That's what my sister said."
He lowered his head again and held his softness.
Without him, Baochai has a serious expression, a pair of moist apricot eyes that seem to be able to talk, a plump and beautiful face, and cherry red lips, which is really thrilling.
After a long time, Baochai Tan exhaled like orchid, her cheeks were hot, her body was delicate and soft, her clothes were a little messy, she grabbed Jia Heng's arm with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Heng, it's time for me to go back."
Jia Heng hugged Baochai and said warmly: "I wanted to see my sister's golden lock again."
After experiencing it, although it cannot be compared with Jinyang, it still has great potential, with smooth skin and plump appearance.
Baochai's apricot eyes flashed under her willow eyebrows, and she said "hmm" as loudly as a mosquito. In fact, she didn't believe the lies told by Jia Heng, who was harboring a traitor in her heart.
While the two were talking, Qingwen's voice came from outside, saying: "Sir, grandma called people over and asked the uncle and Miss Bao to come over for dinner."
Qingwen didn't come in now, as if she had guessed what someone was doing in the study.
Baochai was still a little startled. He glanced at the sky outside the window and whispered: "Brother Heng, it's getting late."
Jia Heng said: "Sister, why don't we go to the back hall to have dinner together."