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"Brother!"
By the stream, Shen was shouting hoarsely about the tide.
The sharp blade was two inches closer to the neck, and the crimson blood gushes out, dyeing the white clothes into large swaths of crimson, which is shocking under the moonlight.
Shen Yijue pursed his thin lips into a straight line, feeling even more powerless in his heart.
After a long time, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He whispered: "Ah Chao, this is the last time, this is the last time I will indulge you I don't owe you anything, I never owe you anything."
He turned around and strode out of the garden.
Shen Yichao's body went limp, and finally he knelt down by the stream.
When the wind suddenly picked up, his long hair like splashes of ink swayed with his big sleeves, and a smile finally appeared on Qingjun's pale face. He stared at Shen Yijue's back and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, thank you."
Wing room.
Han Yanliang was wearing a cloak, sitting on the window sill and looking at the bright moon.
After a long night of boring sleep, she reached into her sleeves, habitually planning to light up a cigarette and take a few puffs, but belatedly discovered that the pipe had already been broken by Shen Yijue.
She curled her lips.
That man was so overbearing that he forced her to quit smoking, which she had been addicted to for many years. Now even if she can't smoke, she won't feel as uncomfortable as before.
She looked out the window again.
It¡¯s been so long, no matter how jealous I am, it¡¯s time for me to get rid of my anger, right?
¡°You knew she was injured but you didn¡¯t come to visit her. Are you really planning to leave her alone all night?
She curled her lips and pinched off a peony from the flowers outside the window.
She clearly told Nan Jiaojiao that she didn't love the husband of the Shen family, but what was the secret expectation in her heart? Why did she expect Shen Yijue to visit her?
When he was confused, Shen Yijue suddenly opened the door.
Han Yanliang was startled, raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "Hey, what brought our General Shen here? What kind of gentleman is he to break into the boudoir in the middle of the night?"
Shen Yijue's face was cold.
He took out bottles of rouge and gouache from his arms, and took out the hairpins and jewelry wrapped in a handkerchief, and placed them one by one in front of the makeup mirror.
He said: "When I come to Luoyang, I will give you the things I bought in the towns along the way."
Han Yanliang¡¯s eyes lit up and she lazily jumped off the window sill.
She walked to the makeup mirror, leaned forward to play with the hairpin rings and jewelry, and said with a smile: "The style is a bit vulgar, but this girl is naturally beautiful and can suppress the vulgarity. I will accept this gift. !¡±
She is tall and slender, and when she raises her sleeves, she exudes the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms, which is particularly refreshing.
Shen Yijue looked at her quietly.
When she smiles, she is so bright and beautiful, even more dazzling than the lights.
He remembered the first time he saw her in Yulouchun and thought she was very beautiful.
When fighting with her, he even secretly showed mercy.
Later, he took her to Chang'an and locked her in a small house. Every moment they spent together day and night made him deeply in love and unable to extricate himself.
How could he say such hurtful words to her?
Han Yanliang picked up a pure gold peony hairpin and randomly tied it on her bun. She raised her head and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
Shen Yijue nodded seriously: "It looks good."
Han Yanliang smiled even more contentedly, opened the rouge gouache, picked up a box of brightly colored lipstick, picked some with her little finger, and spread it evenly on her red lips in the mirror.
The red lips immediately took on the color of peony petals.
In Shen Yijue's eyes, he was really charming and charming, turning all living beings upside down.
His hands hanging by his legs were tightened and tightened, his whole body was as straight as a bow string, and there were a few red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, which made him feel particularly miserable and sad.
Han Yanliang saw something strange about him in the bronze mirror.
It seems like he is holding back something.
She raised her eyebrows.
This tough old man doesn't talk much. He has been pursuing her for such a long time, but he has never thought of giving up. He was obviously jealous today, but he turned around and put down his body to coax her, but he was probably still jealous in his heart. Are you alive?
She touched her bright red lips, feeling inexplicably soft in her heart.
She turned around, suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed Shen Yijue's chin as if to comfort her.
After the kiss, she turned her head away arrogantly, lowered her eyes and played with the powder ornaments on the dressing table, and whispered: "The general came late at night. Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Like sparks burning across the field.
Strong emotions flashed across Shen Yijue's eyes.
He suddenly desperately pressed Han Yanliang's thin shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
It was so long and deep, like a blazing fire in the wilderness, wishing it could swallow the girl in his arms completely.
Han Yanliang was forced to raise his head.
There was a bit of confusion in her slightly raised apricot eyes. She could clearly feel Shen Yijue's desire and restraint, passion and reluctance, like steel turned into softness around the fingers, like a rose blooming on thorns. .
He is different tonight than usual
The candles are falling.
When the love reached its peak, Shen Yijue suddenly opened his eyes.
The desire in the pupils quietly dissipated, leaving only self-control and clarity.
The beauty in her arms has her cloak stretched to the floor, her shoulders half exposed, her golden hairpin falling on the dressing table, and her full head of lacquered hair hanging down from her cheeks, which makes her small face extraordinarily beautiful and charming. Her watery apricot eyes stare at her in confusion. Looking at him, the color of her lips was a color that even peony lipstick could not describe.
He slowly raised his hand and caressed the corners of her mouth lovingly with his rough fingertips.
He endured the pain and slowly took two steps back.
He whispered: "I'm sorry I tried my best not to care about your past, but that scene in the afternoon reminded me again of what you and Adi had done, and I couldn't accept it. I still want to marry a pure and pure Gao A noble lady."
?? Pure and pure, a noble girl from a high family.
Han Yanliang listened quietly, her confused expression gradually calmed down.
Shen Yijue lowered his head, the scar under his left eye beating ferociously.
Sorry, I once said I would protect you, but I broke my promise tonight.
I once swore to marry you, but I could only give you up.
sorry¡¡
Not daring to look at Han Yanliang's face, and not daring to stay any longer, he left quickly with red eyes.
The door is open.
The night wind blew in and blew out the scattered lights.
The moonlight is soft.
The girl is still leaning on the dressing table.
The blood on her cheeks has faded, her long and curled eyelashes spread gloomy clouds in her pupils, but her red lips are particularly abrupt, like a resentful girl in the long night.
She blinked her long eyelashes but did not cry.
She sat down demurely in front of the makeup mirror, picked up the eyebrow makeup, and carefully traced her eyebrows.
She was humming the ballads of Shu, her expression was so careless, but her eyebrow-drawing hands were shaking badly, and the slender eyebrow tails flew diagonally into her temples, making her even more charming.
The young man dressed in white and snowy stepped across the threshold.
He treated the wound on his neck and changed into a high-gown attire. Under the moonlight, he looked noble and elegant, like a handful of crystal snow on the mountain.
He stared at Han Yanliang, his pale lips raised gently.
He leaned down behind Han Yanliang, gently held her face with his hands from behind, and looked at the bronze mirror with her: "Yanyan, he doesn't want you anymore, does he? You see, there are men in this world who are willing to treat you well." , or it¡¯s just me.¡± (Remember this website address: 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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