The moment the door opened, the moonlight followed the slender figure, stretching it very long.
The night breeze blows, the clothes are flowing, and the nobility is unstoppable.
Fu Yuanxiao raised his head and looked at Xiao Ji who suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. He was surrounded by moonlight, as cold as snow and as lonely as the moon.
I was stunned for a while.
After Xiao Ji came in, he closed the door, walked over with an oil paper bag, and stopped in front of the couch.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw someone sitting on the couch. I knew it was her without asking.
Zhiti was delayed on his way to the palace, otherwise he wouldn't have been so busy and came back so late.
"Why don't you go to bed?" Xiao Ji put the oil paper bag in his hand on the low table and sat down next to her.
Fu Yuanxiao looked at the oil paper bag in front of him and guessed from the smell that it was chestnut cake. Did he queue up today just to buy chestnut cake for her to eat?
She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ji, who was sitting next to her. The candlelight danced, reflecting his almost perfect outline, with clear lines, sharp yet a bit soft.
The light and shadow flickered, and it was difficult to see his expression at this time.
"Why did you come back just now?"
Xiao Ji put his hand on hers and found that her hand was a little cold. He didn't know how long she had been sitting here.
"I was delayed, why are you sitting here again?"
Fu Yuanxiao looked down at the hand covering hers. The broad palm was particularly warm in the middle of the night.
She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ji again, "I'm thinking about something."
Xiao Ji opened her eyes wide when she heard this. She must have been thinking wildly again. He put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her, "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Yuanxiao and Zhang were about to say that when she thought about Xiao Ji hiding everything from her, she didn't plan to tell him.
"I will not tell you."
Xiao Ji frowned when he heard this, "If you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"
Fu Yuanxiao raised his head and looked at his stomach without blinking, "Then if you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"
Xiao Ji was stunned.
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either."
Childish words and awkward persistence can only be found in Fu Yuanxiao.
Xiao Ji was a little helpless, but it was impossible to exchange her own affairs for what was in her heart.
He lowered his eyes for a while, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips, without giving her any chance to react, and restlessly untied her clothes.
Fu Yuanxiao suddenly remembered what Xiao Ji did to her that night, her cheeks turned red involuntarily, and she put her hands against his strong chest, trying to push him away.
His chest was like a wall. The strength of men and women was so weak that he couldn't push it away at all.
Xiao Ji kissed her for a while, then asked against her ear: "Xiao'er, tell me, what are you thinking about?"
Fu Yuanxiao turned her head away with red cheeks, not wanting to answer his question.
When Xiao Ji saw this, he pinched her chin with his long fingers and turned her face away, "Xiao'er, if you don't say anything, I will continue."
The hand on the waist reached into the hem of the clothes, tending to go downwards.
Fu Yuanxiao was forced to look at the man very close to him, feeling that a hand was always trying to get closer. In desperation, she had no choice but to say, "I said."
Xiao Ji raised the corners of his lips, used strength in his hands to lift her whole body into his arms, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist to prevent her from escaping.
"Speak, I, the king, listen."
Fu Yuanxiao looked down at the hand and showed no intention of taking it away, and was afraid that he would do something that would make people blush and heartbeat while he was not paying attention.
She held down that hand and looked up at Xiao Ji: "You take it away first."
Xiao Ji chuckled: "If you don't want to take it, I will take it away after you finish speaking."
Fu Yuanxiao curled his lips, "You are acting like a rogue!"
Xiao Ji lowered his head to her ear, held her ear beads in his mouth and said, "Xiao'er, I am just exercising my rights as a husband."
Fu Yuanxiao still felt that Xiao Ji was acting like a rogue, using the affairs between husband and wife as a cover, and then acting like a rogue.
"If Xiao'er doesn't say anything, this king will..."
"I said." Fu Yuanxiao was afraid that he would really put his hand in, so he said almost without thinking: "I was thinking, would you not fight for the throne?"
Xiao Ji frowned when he heard this, and his eyes darkened, "Who told you that this king is going to fight for the throne? Didn't I say that you shouldn't believe what others say?"
Fu Yuanxiao said: "I said it, it was my own thought and I didn't intend for others to tell me."
Seeing that she was getting angry again, Xiao Ji calmed down and said, "Then don't think about this, do you understand?"
"Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean it won't happen." Fu Yuanxiao looked up at him, then took the initiative to put his arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, "How about not fighting for the throne?"
Xiao Ji looked at the naive Fu Yuanxiao. She didn't understand what fighting for the throne was and why she wanted to fight for it.
What are the undisputed consequences?
She didn't understand anything, so she let him fight for nothing.
Xiao Ji didn't want to argue with her about something she didn't understand.
He raised the corners of his lips, "Then are you willing to consummate your marriage with me?"
Fu Yuanxiao is timid and doesn't know much about sex between men and women, and is even nervous and scared.
"If I consummate your marriage, will you stop fighting for the throne? Then I am willing."
Fu Yuanxiao specially emphasized the last three words. They were husband and wife, and it was only a matter of time before they consummated their marriage. If consummating the marriage would prevent Xiao Ji from doing dangerous things, she would still be willing to do so.
Xiao Ji was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that she would say yes.
Even though I was scared, I still agreed.
"Xiao'er, whether you think it yourself or listen to what others say, from now on, don't think about it. As for consummating the marriage, let's wait."
Xiao Ji's refusal doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He has always wanted her in his heart, but he restrained himself from eating her and gave her some time. It would be bad if he got scared.
Fu Yuanxiao's nervous mood was instantly replaced by disappointment, and there was a dull pain in his heart, as if he had been expecting the answer to be what he thought in his heart, but it turned out not to be, and the sense of loss could not be greater.
The unfamiliar emotion made her doubly sad.
Xiao Ji saw her lowering her head and saying nothing. She would only do this when she was unhappy.
His slender fingers lifted her chin again, forcing her to look up at him.
"Xiao'er, don't think so wildly."
Fu Yuanxiao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, all he could think about was that he wanted to fight for the throne, life and death, and then make someone else the queen.
She can watch life and death and try to prevent him from doing so.
But, if he wants to make someone else his queen, what should she do?
"If you were asked to choose between the throne and me, what would you choose?"
Fu Yuanxiao still looked at Xiao Ji hopefully, waiting for his answer.
Xiao Ji was stunned when he heard this. No one had ever dared to ask him such a question.
The purpose of his life is to fight for the throne and make them regret it.
Of course I won't give up.
"I want you to stop thinking wildly. You are still thinking wildly. You are my wife. There is no need to choose."
"Need." Fu Yuanxiao's voice was soft but firm.
Xiao Ji took a deep breath and refused to argue with her, "Okay, it's getting late, it's time to rest."
Fu Yuanxiao grabbed his sleeve and said word by word: "You haven't chosen yet."
Xiao Ji has never been a good-tempered person, and he just pretends to be in front of others.
In front of Fu Yuanxiao, he used unprecedented patience.
Faced with Fu Yuanxiao's questioning, Xiao Ji, who had always been calm and self-possessed, couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
The unreasonable panic made him a little uneasy.
He lifted her chin with his slender fingers and approached her with a calm look, "Xiao'er, you just need to remember that you are my Xiao Ji's wife for the rest of your life. Don't ask such boring words again."
Fu Yuanxiao stared at Xiao Ji blankly, his dark eyes like a deep pool, unable to see the bottom at a glance.
This was the first time that she saw Xiao Ji speaking to her with such a cold voice, and it was also the first time that she said that what she asked was boring.
Suddenly, she remembered that when she was six years old, she held her father's hand and refused to let him go.
Dad also showed such an impatient expression.
It's just a multiple choice question, just tell me the answer.
But they always acted like they were reasonable and didn't tell her the answer. Instead, they felt that she shouldn't ask.
The candlelight danced, and Xiao Ji saw a sparkle flickering in her eyes, as if it would slip out of her eyes in the next second, and he suddenly panicked.
"Xia'er."
Xiao Ji released her chin, hugged her into his arms, and comforted her gently: "Xiao'er, don't cry, it's my fault."
Fu Yuanxiao couldn't control his tears. They seemed to have a sense of autonomy and fell down freely. After a while, Xiao Ji's clothes were soaked.
After Xiao Ji noticed it, he regretted it. He raised her chin with his slender fingers, looked at her with tears streaming down her face, and coaxed her warmly: "Xiao'er, don't cry. You are my wife and this will never change. I know ?"
Fu Yuanxiao choked twice and said nothing.
All she knew was that Xiao Ji didn't choose her and was sad.
"You didn't choose me. In your heart, the throne is the most important thing."
Xiao Ji looked down at the person in her arms, her thin shoulders trembling, crying very sadly.
He pursed his lower lip and said, "I choose you."
Fu Yuanxiao raised his head when he heard this, with tears hanging from the corners of his red eyes, "Really?"
Xiao Ji wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips and said warmly: "Of course it's true, don't cry."
When Fu Yuanxiao got the affirmative answer, he immediately beamed with joy, "Then you can't go back on your word. You've chosen it for the rest of your life."
Xiao Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her smiling, "Of course."
Fu Yuanxiao threw herself into his arms with a smile on her face, hugged his waist, and rubbed her cheek against his chest. It was wet there, but she didn't care about it.
Xiao Ji looked down at her actions and raised the corners of his mouth.
He will not give up the throne.
But saying this would make her happy.
As long as she doesn't know what he does.
Xie Yao found that Fu Yuanxiao was in a good mood these days, with a smile on his face and eyes, as if he had encountered something happy.
However, as a subordinate, he had no right to interfere with his master's affairs.
"Master, you are in a good mood these days. Is there any happy event?" But he couldn't bear his curiosity and asked.
Fu Yuanxiao's eyebrows curved slightly, "No."
Hearing this, Xie Yao felt that Fu Yuanxiao was not telling the truth. Would he be so happy without a happy event?
He didn't believe it.
Fu Yuanxiao walked cheerfully on the street, feeling the sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.
Xie Yao lowered his eyes and looked at her raised eyebrows. He hadn't seen her for a few days and didn't know what Xiao Ji said to her that night.
After setting up the stall, we went into the teahouse to listen to books as usual.
This has become a habit.
On the busy street, Fu Yuanxiao was sitting at a stall. On weekdays, the three places were filled quickly. Today, after waiting for a long time, only two places came, and the third one still didn't come.
She curled her lips, and if she didn't come, the storytelling would begin.
Xie Yao was also a little anxious. He looked at the streets with people coming and going, but there was no third person coming.
Just then, a carriage stopped in front of the stall.
Xiao Ji looked at the stalls on the street and recognized at a glance that it was the young man he met a few days ago. He glanced at the words written on the sign again, fortune telling? Ghost hunting?
Good night, babies!
