Zhang Ji leaned on the bench in the pavilion, breathing heavily.
Mrs. Hu, on the other hand, completely buried her head in his arms, not daring to look at Zhang Ji for fear of remembering the blushing scene just now.
But the more he forced himself not to think about it, the more the scene just kept pouring into Mrs. Hu's mind. A blush appeared on her face, as if she was drunk. Zhang Ji even suspected that he was touching this picture. There will be blood dripping when the face is tender and smooth.
After having close contact, Mrs. Hu's attitude towards Zhang Ji also unknowingly underwent some subtle changes. The shy Mrs. Hu lowered her head, beat Zhang Ji's chest with her pink fist, and murmured: "You... I have never seen such a shameless little thief like you... How could you be so... like this …”
Mrs. Hu was a little incoherent. She didn't know how to describe such absurd behavior.
The mouth is used to swallow food, how can it be used for... such filthy things!
Even with Mrs. Hu's weak temperament, she couldn't help but give Zhang Ji a hard look, but that look was full of infinite charm.
On weekdays, because of Mrs. Hu's cold temperament, she could not make Liu Yi feel happy in bed, so she had rarely had such contact with Liu Yi in recent years.
However, at this moment, Mrs. Hu, this mature and beautiful woman is like a flower irrigated by nectar. The blooming flower is no longer obscured by the green leaves, revealing the delicate flower with dewdrops in front of people, showing her delicate skin. The healthy pink color is as radiant as wax.
Unlike Mrs. Hu's shyness, Zhang Ji acted as if nothing happened, without any sense of guilt at all. Instead, he pointed at Mrs. Hu's red lips with great interest.
Mrs. Hu was startled, as if she had realized something, and lowered her head even further. However, Zhang Ji lifted her up forcefully and took out a handkerchief from her arms. She acted like taking care of a child who had just learned to eat, helping the child who had just stolen a delicacy. Mrs. Hu wiped away the remaining oil stains on her mouth.
"Madam, you must learn to wipe your mouth by yourself in the future."
Zhang Ji teased, but his hands were very gentle, stroking Madam Hu's hair, combing her somewhat messy hair, and tucking the black hair on her temples behind her ears. Every move made Madam Hu feel something she had never experienced before. Warmth, that was the warmth that Li Kaidu never gave her in the past.
In this era where men are superior to women, only women tie men's hair and serve men to dress and wash. How could a man ever comb three thousand black hairs for a woman? Even in later generations, not many men may be able to do this. After experiencing this kind of treatment that women in this world may never have enjoyed, Mrs. Hu's feelings towards Zhang Ji gradually changed.
Mrs. Hu looked at the man combing her hair. He was obviously a shameless thief who took advantage of her husband not being at home to despise her. He was also a wicked person who only coerced herself into doing shameful things.
But Zhang Ji was also her benefactor, helping her recognize the true faces of Li Kai and Liu Yi, letting her know the reason why her family was ruined, and helping her find her daughter who had been separated for sixteen years. Although it was mixed with disguised threats, in the final analysis Zhang Ji did all this for her sake, even at the expense of offending Liu Yi and even the night behind him.
Zhang Ji is still a gentle and considerate man, and he actually ties up his hair like this regardless of the dignity of men and women.
Can one person really combine good and evil?
There is also the martial arts of Zhang Ji. Although Mrs. Hu is not proficient in martial arts, she has seen Li Kai and Liu Yi practicing martial arts, but even a woman like her who has no understanding of martial arts can see that Zhang Ji's martial arts is far superior. Yu Li Kai and Liu Yi.
Zhang Ji has such martial arts skills, so why should he be a white man?
What kind of man is this?
Mrs. Hu watched Zhang Ji leave, her eyes became more and more complicated, and she suddenly had the idea in her heart to learn more about Zhang Ji's past.
…
When Zhang Ji left Zuosima Mansion, the sun had already set.
On the distant horizon, even the setting sun was swallowed up until only half of its outline remained. Night fell on the horizon, and thick clouds and smoke shrouded the prosperous Xinzheng City.
In this troubled world, human life is like a piece of grass, but it depends on whose life it is.
Because for some people, it doesn't matter whether these are troubled times or not, anyway, they hold a magical thing in their hands that can reverse yin and yang - power!
As long as you have power, you can find paradise and fairyland everywhere in troubled times, and Zilanxuan is one of those paradises that makes people forget to leave.
However, Zhang Ji was not interested in going to Zilanxuan tonight, but went home.
In fact, Nongyu doesn't need his protection at all, at least not yet.
If Zinu, Wei Zhuang and Han Fei cannot protect Nongyu, then Liusha will not talk about the ideal of saving South Korea.
Inside Zilanxuan
Zinu helped the frightened Nongyu back to her room, and gently stroked Nongyu's head: "You can't hear the noise downstairs in my room, and there is calming incense. You can have a good rest here." It’s late.”
Nongyu's face turned pale, and the gentle and dignified beauty in the past looked extremely weak now. She forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Sister Zinu."
The purple girl nodded, closed the door and left.
Nong Yu, who was inside the door, dragged her tired body and sat in front of the dressing table. She took off her heavy clothes, washed away the pastel color on her face, took off her emerald-colored hair ornaments with white beads, and took off her emerald-green hair accessories. The carved copper hairpin inlaid with beads put down the threads of three thousand worries.
Her silky burgundy hair is as long as a waterfall and falls straight down to her waist. Nongyu, without makeup, actually has a pure natural beauty at this moment. However, the face without makeup was full of sadness.
Today, Liu Yi was sitting alone in the side room and asked several singers to accompany him for drinks.
Without Zhang Ji, Liu Yi would naturally lack a lot of fun, and he would not be able to confide his worries to others and his sorrows that could not be explained to outsiders. After being drunk, Liu Yi lost his temper again and smashed things randomly. He suddenly thought of the Fire Rain Agate around Nongyu's waist.
Liu Yi wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or something. He had never thought about it before, but now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel angry.
He doesn't care whether Mrs. Hu is related to Nongyu or not, he just wants to bully Nongyu and vent his anger by imagining that Nongyu is Mrs. Hu's long-lost daughter.
Zi Nu was discussing the quicksand issue with Wei Zhuang and did not pay attention to the situation in Zilan Xuanli. In order not to make things difficult for the sisters, Nongyu thought that Liu Yi would not be so stupid that he dared to act mischievously in Zilanxuan, so he carried Qin into Liu Yi's wing.
But he didn't expect that Liu Yi would really have the courage to act mischievously in Zilanxuan. Fortunately, Zinu appeared in time and touched Liu Yi's sleeping point, and then rescued the frightened Nongyu from Liu Yi's poisonous hands. Everything was okay. timely.
But Nong Yu was really frightened, so Zi Nu arranged for her to rest in her room.
But Nongyu looked at the moon among the clouds outside the window, but she had no intention of resting. Instead, her mind became more and more confused, and thoughts that had been hidden in her heart for many years surfaced.
She was born alone and had no one to rely on. If it weren't for Zi Lanxuan, if there weren't Zi Nu, she might just be an ordinary Qin Ji who was bullied and fell into the world of mortals. In any case, she wouldn't be protected like she is today.
Zi Nu treats her like a sister and a mother, and she regards Zi Lan Xuan as her home, but in the dead of night, she always misses her family. Even though she couldn't picture her parents' faces in her mind, she would try to use the softest lines to paint their portraits.
She believed that her parents must be very gentle people. They never abandoned her intentionally, but encountered a crisis and had to separate from her. Otherwise, she would not be injured all over as an infant.
She daydreamed that her parents might have survived the crisis and were constantly looking for her.
Therefore, she wants to practice the piano and play it to be as famous as the legendary piano masters Kuang Xiu and Gao Jianli. At that time, her parents will notice the Fire Rain Agate around her waist and come to reunite with her. .
But... why after so many years, she is already the number one piano player in South Korea, but she still hasn't waited for her parents?
Maybe it's because I'm not famous enough.
Perhaps, they have not completely gotten over the crisis that year.
Maybe,……
Nongyu will always consider others with the greatest kindness and treat everyone with gentleness.
So...she believes that one day, she will be reunited with her parents.
The warm night breeze blew through the open window, blowing the wine-red temples. Nongyu raised her hand and gently pressed her temples, tilted her head slightly, her bright starry eyes filled with autumn water, looked at the hazy moonlight under the clouds, and murmured to herself.
"got windy."
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