161 Are you willing to go with me?
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Still wearing white clothes and bare hands, still downcasting his eyebrows and eyes, he is gentle and handsome, and his elegance is beyond the ordinary.
After a little hesitation, he walked around the bushes and walked towards the small tree house. He stood under the house and watched for a while.
Xiao Hua's gentle voice sounded, "Why don't you come in and sit down?"
Qing Yi originally wanted to leave after listening to this song, but when he asked, she couldn't leave anymore. She climbed up to the tree house and found a couch inside. Xiao Hua took off a pair of soft-soled boots under the couch.
Everything felt very familiar to Qing Yi, so she took off her shoes, held the wine jar in her arms, and went into the house to sit down.
"Why did I get here?"
If there was another person sitting across from her and she asked this question, they would definitely think that there was something wrong with her brain.
But she came here based on her intuition, and Xiao Hua is also here, which shows that this tree house has some connection with her and him.
Xiao Hua glanced over and glanced at the wine jar in her arms. He was not surprised at all by her arrival and said calmly: "You asked me to build this tree house. You are not happy. Or you may have caused trouble and dare not return home. , will hide here."
"Uh." Qing Yi nodded lightly, not having the slightest doubt about his words. No wonder she built the treehouse so smoothly in the dense forest within the borders of Snake Country. It turned out to be that way.
"You really can't remember anything about the past?" His expression was calm and calm, as if it was just a casual question and he didn't take it seriously.
"Occasionally, it's a bit blurry." Qing Yi answered vaguely, remembering mostly very ambiguous scenes with him, which really annoyed her and made it difficult to talk about it.
"Remember something?"
Qing Yi's face was slightly hot. [ ] How could he say those words? He raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm really trembling. Let me play your piano."
He took out a water bowl from his side. ( ·~ ) The bowl was clean and spotless, and I couldn’t help but be startled.
Slowly I remembered that when she was about seven or eight years old, she often got into trouble. She was afraid of being beaten and scolded by her father, so she did not dare to return home, so she always secretly hid in the forest behind this mountain.
Sometimes it rains, so I huddle under a tree to hide from the rain. But it was raining heavily, and I couldn't really hide. I was always soaked.
Every time at this time, he would come to this forest to look for her.
Qing Yi held the water bowl, as if she had returned to that time.
It rained heavily that night and thundered.
Although she is naughty. But she was afraid of thunder. That night, the thunder seemed to be pressing above her head, and the lightning was about to strike in front of her eyes. She was extremely scared.
He folded his arms and squatted under the sandy tree, crying softly.
A corner of her white robe that was soaked with water came into view, and the rainwater on her head no longer poured down her neck.
She slowly raised her head and followed the white clothes in front of her to see him, who was still a boy of eleven or twelve years old.
He looked at her quietly for a while, sighed softly, knelt down, held her in his arms, and whispered: "Since you are afraid, why don't you go back?"
She sobbed in frustration and said, "I'm afraid that Daddy will beat me."
He said: "You are thick-skinned anyway, so it doesn't matter if you give me a hard time."
She was angry, and her fear was gone. She pushed him away and glared at him, "You want me to be beaten so much, why are you here to find me?"
He smiled and hugged her tighter to prevent the rain from getting to her, "I'll take the beating for you."
She burst into tears and laughed. She didn't want to be beaten, but she also didn't want him to be beaten on her behalf. She looked up at the tree branch above her head and said, "It would be great if there was a small room here so that it wouldn't have to get wet in the rain."
When she gets into trouble next time and hides under this tree, there is already this small tree house here, and the tree house is always equipped with water and food.
Thinking of these childhood memories, Qing Yi's long eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes filled with moisture. She and he were really in love before.
Open the seal of the wine, pour it into the bowl, take a big sip, "Thank you. [Thank you for your support]"
Xiao Hua raised his eyes and glanced at her, smiled slightly, and without saying a word, the soothing sound of the piano sounded from his white and slender fingers.
"You don't ask why?" Qing Yi's eyes fell on his fingers playing with the strings. []
"If you want to say it, you will naturally say it. If you don't want to say it, why should I ask?"
Qing Yi glanced at him, but he could see clearly.
"How much do you know about my mother?"
Xiao Hua's hand on the piano paused slightly, and the sound of the piano paused for a moment, then sounded again, "I know what I should know."
Qing Yi looked at him, said nothing, and just listened to the music quietly.
After a while, he said: "You are really like Pingyang Marquis, and you are also like playing the piano."
Xiao Hua smiled, did not raise his head, still played the piano peacefully, and asked calmly: "Have you ever thought about why?"
Qing Yi shook his head, not that he hadn't thought about it, "I can't think clearly."
Xiao Hua pressed the strings lightly with his palm, causing the sound of the piano to stop suddenly, and looked directly into her eyes, "If I leave the Duke of Chu's Mansion, will you come with me?"
Qing Yi was startled for a moment, looking at his eyes that were very similar to Marquis Pingyang, her heart skipped a beat, she quickly averted her eyes, pretending to be calm and jokingly said: "You go back to get married, am I going to be an eyesore too?"
"You can marry me."
"Will I marry you as a concubine?" Qing Yi sneered. He could have three wives and four concubines, but she would never share a man with anyone.
"How about I marry someone alone?" He smiled slightly, with an indescribable tenderness in his expression.
Qing Yi's breath suddenly suffocated, and her heart pounded away.
If she had never met Marquis Pingyang, had not had those emotional and physical entanglements with Marquis Pingyang, and if she had not lost her memory, she would have been very happy to hear him say this.
But she has gone too far...
Can not go back.
What's more, the revenge of bullying one's mother must be avenged.
She was born as a dead soldier and knew what assassination was all about.
Go assassinate others, good luck. You can come back alive, but most of the time you never come back.
Even if the target is killed, it is difficult to escape.
So, it's not so much an assassination. It would be better to say that one life is exchanged for another.
If you enter the palace to assassinate someone, you will probably never come back.
Besides, in order not to implicate my father. Before the assassination, her appearance must be disfigured so that no one can recognize her.
Even if you are lucky enough to leave the palace alive then, how can you be with him again when he looks like a human or a ghost?
Qing Yi brushed away the sadness in his heart. He joked: "I'm Kefu. If you marry me, you have to marry Caiyi as well."
Xiao Hua sneered: "Do you really believe this?"
Qing Yi's smile faded slightly, whether she believed it or not. I will never talk about marriage again in this life.
Changing the topic back, "Why do you look so similar to Marquis Pingyang?"
“There are so many imaginative people in the world, it’s just a coincidence.”
Qing Yi almost spit out his drink. What kind of bullshit answer is this?
The answer is the same as the no answer. He is really a cunning fox.
After staring at him for a while, he suddenly put his chin on his hand, moved closer to him, and looked at his face carefully.
He doesn't have much to say about his appearance, he can only be considered handsome and gentle. It is precisely because he is not outstanding that he does not appear arrogant, but this restraint makes him quiet and lofty. Coupled with his calm and composed charm, and his eyes that seem to penetrate people's hearts, he is even more like Pingyang Hou. The shadow in her confusion gradually overlapped, "What happened the night I was poisoned?"
Xiao Hua said in a calm tone, "I'm just giving you an antidote."
Qing Yi asked, "How to solve it?"
Xiao Hua glanced at her lightly, "How do you think we should solve it?"
Qing Yi was speechless, looking at Xiao Hua's behavior, it didn't look like someone who could do such a thing.
Was that night an illusion?
But what happened to the pain between the legs and the master in Xiao Jiao'er's mouth?
However, Xiao Hua refused to say anything, so she really had no choice.
Too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, he turned his back and drank his own boring wine.
Xiao Hua looked at her back and said, "Marquis Pingyang will return to Beijing soon."
Qing Yi's back stiffened, and the hand holding the wine bowl paused unconsciously, but then he drank even harder.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Hua lost interest in playing, took out the book from his sleeve, leaned against the pavilion pillar, and started reading.
However, those words caught my eye, but I had no idea what I was looking at.
He frowned slightly, when did he become so uneasy.
"Drink a little to avoid going crazy after drinking too much."
Qing Yi drank the wine faster and harder, and his head was already a little dizzy. He suddenly turned around and put his elbow on his shoulder, "I used to be drunk and crazy?"
"You used to be bad at drinking."
"It seems that you know me better than I know myself."
"You just don't remember."
Qing Yi smiled, "Yeah, I don't remember. Not only can I not remember the past, I can't even tell whether it is a dream or reality. Living like this is really confusing."
When did you become so confused that you were sold to someone and you were still counting money?
Suddenly he turned around, pushed Xiao Hua down with force on his hands, and stared into his ink-stained eyes.
These eyes, whether they are dreams or illusions, are all four pairs that are the same.
He, Marquis Pingyang, the monster Huang Quan saw, and the anemone in the dream, four pairs of eyes that are equally captivating.
Qing Yi shook his head, which was getting dizzy.
Ha...what a coincidence...
Putting her hands on his chest, "Have we done this before?"
Xiao Hua's eyebrows and eyes were like those drawn in ink, as delicate as mountain daisy, and as quiet as distant mountains, and his voice was like a clear stream and warm spring, with vague meaning, "You were only thirteen when you disappeared."
Thirteen, Qing Yi smiled again, yes, when she was thirteen, she fell into the Snake Kingdom, and she lived a nightmare-like life ever since. She was drunk and confused, "You know? In the past few years, and I live with people, and if I do that kind of thing whenever I have free time, I will be shamed by the world if I say it, but no one knows, it is because they are afraid, because after this day, they don’t know whether they will still be alive tomorrow. You can only do it with all your strength and let the moment of joy dilute the fear in your heart."
Xiao Hua let her hold him down and lay on his back. Seeing her smiling, a flash of extreme emptiness and fear flashed in her eyes.
Raising his hand, his fingertips gently stroked her moist long eyelashes and slid down to her smooth cheek. His fingertips gently rubbed her cold skin, "I won't do it again."
The gentle movements and the slightly itchy touch on her face were like stuffing a warm ball into her heart, making her heart warm and soft... Do the girls like such a warm Xiao Hua? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) rq
