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This was the first time she saw him again after half a month. He was still dressed in black brocade robes, wearing a black gold crown, and his face was stern.
It's just that the thin lips that were shaved by the knife were tightened even more tonight, and the arc became a little colder. In fact, Xiao Jing is very good-looking, with a sculpted face, dark eyes, thin lips and straight nose, with a dignified air in his sternness, but his aura is too cold, which makes people feel afraid every time he faces it.
"You embroidered this?" The sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and the voice was cold.
Chu Yao bowed his head, unable to figure out his emotions, so he made a promise.
Although both Xiao Jing and Rong Shaoyang were difficult for her to understand, their situations were quite different. Rong Shaoyang's indifference was wearing a warm mask. He thought the same thing in his heart, but what he showed was Another look; but Xiao Jing's coldness is covered with ice, no matter what it looks like inside, it's all the same cold outside.
"Look up." This was the second time he asked her to look up.
Chu Yao raised his head and lowered his eyebrows.
A plain and delicate face came into view, Xiao Jing looked at her, as if he wanted to see something in her, and said after a long time: "Are you from Wen Kingdom?"
This Tongzhou is an important border area. Although Yan and Mongolia are at war now, if spies from other countries mix here, they may die in an instant if they are discovered.
Chuyao shook her head, she knew that he asked this question because she knew from the embroidery work that it was Wen Guo's embroidery method, and Concubine Zheng was Wen Guo's Princess Jinghe, so the white plum was naturally Wen Guo's embroidery method, and she imitated the embroidery method. Ye Ya also followed Wen Guo's embroidering method, more bluntly speaking, she imitated Zheng Taifei's embroidering method.
I heard that Princess Ning¡¯s mother, Concubine Duan, died of illness when he was two years old. King Ning has always been raised by Concubine Zheng, and has a deep relationship. Two years ago, Concubine Zheng passed away. He was fighting Wen Guo. As for the marriage, the emperor intended to marry King Ning, and above the court, King Ning said on the spot that he would keep his filial piety for Concubine Zheng for three years.
This story of filial piety is widely spread in Yan Guo.
"Why don't you speak?" Xiao Jing stood up and walked in front of her.
The icy aura around the man seemed to envelop her, and Chuyao's lips trembled slightly. She knew that the more she spoke, the greater the chance of being heard, so she only pretended to be scared and kept her eyes down.
"What's your name?" Xiao Jing stretched out her hand and raised her chin, only then remembered that this was the dancer he bought that day, with a pair of black eyes on a plain face, which was particularly beautiful, and it was because of these black eyes that he was so beautiful. He ordered someone to buy her.
Chuyao was forced to look at him, her watery eyes sunk into his eyes as deep as a black pool, like a small boat caught in a huge wave, she opened her lips and said, "Brow smoke." This was sold at Yuxianglou After that, Aunt Hong gave her a flower name.
"Smoky eyebrows?" Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, "The eyebrows are as light as smoke, and the name suits you, but it's a bit gaudy, so I'll call it Qingzi from now on."
Chu Yao was slightly stunned, wondering what Xiao Jing meant, to give a name to a dancing girl, could it be because of the night crow embroidered on her clothes?
She hadn't figured it out yet, but Xiao Jing said again: "From now on, I'll serve you at my side."
In a word, Chu Yao feels like falling into an ice cellar. If so, then we can go.
However, how could she refute what Xiao Jing had decided. She thought more than once, if she told him that she was Song Chuyao, would she let her go.
No, it is impossible. If Xiao Jing knew that she was Song Chuyao, he might tie her up and give it to Jiang Qianyang. The best way to win people's hearts is to satisfy him with what he wants. Jiang Qianyang is now an important pawn in Xiao Jing's hands, so why doesn't he know what the pawn needs.
?On that day, Rong Shaoyang was able to leave Fengzhou under the protection of Rong Shaoyang. If she fell into Jiang Qianyang's hands, she couldn't imagine how she could escape. After eight years of getting along, she couldn't understand that Jiang Qianyang wanted to get it by any means. After getting it, even if he didn't want it, he would rather ruin it than let it go.
"Come here, take off your clothes." Xiao Jing walked into the inner room, where a pool of hot springs was smoking. He stood by the screen and raised his arms to order.
Chuyao walked over in small steps, took off his outer robe respectfully, hung it on the screen, and then took off his belt, middle coat, and inner coat.
The warm smoke made her face red, and after taking off the last piece of clothing, she stepped back, her footsteps somewhat hurried and messy.
Xiao was submerged in the water, closed his eyes, and saw a plum grove in front of his eyes. A bright woman in white was dancing joyfully. The smile on her face seemed to melt the glacier.
When I opened my eyes again, there was only smoke in the room.
Chuyao became a close servant, and her residence was naturally moved to Xiao Jing's courtyard.
After a few days of anxiety, Xiao Jing didn't do much other than approve official documents and practice exercises every day. If Chuyao didn't know that Yan and Mongolia were at war, he really thought he was on vacation.
Apart from seeing Jiang Qianyang that night, he never appeared in Ningwang Post House again. The calmer the waves, the more disturbing it is.
I don't know what happened to the mother and the others. Although Yexia Valley has many traps, outsiders can't get in, so it's safe for the time being, but there's a war at the border of Tongzhou, and the mountain is desolate. Where can they get food.
"Concentrate on grinding." The cold voice interrupted her drifting thoughts.
It was only then that Chuyao noticed that she accidentally spilled a few drops of ink, which scattered on the white rice paper.
"Slaves deserve to die."
Xiao Jing put down the Zhu Zhu in his hand, looked up at her, and asked, "Can you write?"
Just as Chuyao was about to nod, she suddenly remembered that she had passed letters to Xiao Jing Feige, fearing that her handwriting would be recognized, so she shook her head.
"Come here, sit down, I will teach you." Xiao Jing got up and motioned Chuyao to sit down.
She sat down as she said, as cold as Xiao Jing, why did he teach a little maid how to read, she always felt that sometimes Xiao Jing looked at her strangely, as if he was looking at another shadow through her.
Without waiting for her to think about it, Xiao Jing leaned over and put his big palm on her hand, letting her hold the end of the pen with her hand. The whole body was wrapped under his arms, and the cold plum fragrance from his body faintly spread to her breath.
The summer is hot, the insects are chirping, and the wind is rustling the leaves.
Chuyao's palms were sweating, and he had never seen such an intimate gesture before. Xiao Jing's body temperature faintly passed through his palms, and his long and soft breath was heard by his ears.
Her mind shook slightly. After she was fifteen years old, Song Yanming arranged for her to get to know the princes of various families. She was good at dancing and knew how to deal with men early on. However, Xiao Jing seemed to be different from those people.
I don't know if it's because of the mask, but without the gorgeous beauty, the senses are different.
The wolf hair dipped in ink lightly fell on the white rice paper. Xiao Jing held her hand and led her to slowly outline two words on the paper, Qingzi.
After finishing the book, put down the pen.
"It's your name, Qingzi." Xiao Jing's voice was usually icy cold, but now it was warmed up.
The wind picked up the rice paper that was not completely dry, and it fell to the ground. When Chuyao got up to pick it up, the word Zi was already blurred.
"It's okay, I'll teach you to rewrite." Xiao Jing looked at her with obsidian eyes
Chuyao raised her head, just in time to catch the slight smile on his lips, like the hibiscus flowers blooming in the glacier, so cold and dazzling. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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