Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was strange.
Yun Xi, who was still immersed in sadness, felt his chest heaving with anger.
"Is the young master so hard-hearted?"
Yun Xi, whose face was still stained with tears, raised her eyebrows: "You...you are indifferent to such a tragic event in the world."
Han You rolled his eyes.
To be honest, he has heard too many stories like this, and the words are all the same. There is a high-ranking person and a younger sister. The younger sister goes to school with expensive tuition. She enters the society to support the family. She drinks one cup after another until she is drunk. Sister, I am not just casual. Sleeping, but my family is too much of a burden. Brother, if you feel sorry for my sister, why not pay your membership fee? Han You has heard too much of this.
He admitted that Yun Xi's "story" was quite innovative and might even be true, but what did this have to do with him?
It's not that he is hard-hearted, he even feels that he has some similarities with Yun Xi.
Isn't the Han Mansion now also struggling on the verge of ruining its family? Dad makes decisions for the people every day and has offended many dignitaries in the capital. In the past, he just offended a few courtiers or aristocratic families, but now he has directly offended the nobles of Tianhuang. Han The fate of the mansion can be imagined. At that time, who will take care of the Han mansion, the common people who have been given justice by their father, or any conscientious court official?
No one will care about the Han family, so Han You will not tell "stories", because the edges are the easiest to be smoothed, and the tears are the fastest to dry out.
Instead of trying to win the sympathy of others, it is better to resist yourself, and the situation will not get any worse anyway.
Pulling up his pants, Han You laughed dryly: "No, what do you mean? If you don't want to sleep, that's fine, I'll leave right away."
"Really?" Yun Xi's eyes sparkled: "Then the young master is still willing to help slaves spread the word that he is not a perfect body?"
"Yes." Han You shrugged: "But you have to give me some benefits. Do you have Shi Guan? If so, I will help you spread the word after I leave."
Yun Xi opened her mouth wide: "You...ask me for money?"
"How come there are little fairies in the brothel?" Han You said angrily: "I'm not allowed to sleep, and I don't pay any benefits. Do you think I'm like a licking dog?"
"The money slave will definitely not give it to you, but..."
Yun Xi gritted her teeth: "Then I will give you my first blush, it will be inevitable sooner or later!"
Han You, who had just pulled up his pants, chuckled: "That's right, you can't let me come in with my scalp and then go out with my pants on."
"Young Master is so vulgar, how could he be so talented in poetry?"
Yun Xi thought about it at this moment. When she saw Han You, she also thought about it. She pointed at the embroidered bed as if she was going to die: "Master, please come to bed."
After saying this, Yun Xi slowly unbuttoned his clothes.
The jade hairpin fell on the low table, and the sound was as clear and crisp as Han You's manic heartbeat.
Ruyun's hair spread out, like the last spark of despair in Yun Xi's heart.
The cloud gauze fell to the ground, and the light and barefoot Yun Xi awkwardly pushed the also light Han You onto the bed.
"Sir, slave..."
Crystal clear tears fell on Han You's chest, and the cold feeling was instantly evaporated by the heat. Water can extinguish the flames, but tears cannot, they will only make the flames stronger.
Han You scratched his nose with his hair and swallowed.
The beautiful body seemed to be trembling with reluctance. It was so close to the eyes, yet it seemed to want to reject it but still welcome it.
The emerald green bellyband slipped off, and the bright pink color was like the scorching sun, dazzling but not dazzling. It should not be looked at directly, and it is impossible to take away the eyes at all.
Yun Xi bit her lip tightly, closed her eyes, and took off the most worthless object on the flower boat.
The skirts were piled under the bed, and Yun Xi threw herself into Han You's arms, her tears dripping uncontrollably.
"Sir, slave...it hurts, my heart hurts."
Like a lover whispering, Han You felt affection in his heart: "It hurts, let me see it quickly."
The trembling lips came together.
Han You is like a traveler walking in the desert who encounters a pool of astringent spring and sucks greedily, hoping to make the pool dry like a fountain and turn into a crashing wave on the shore.
Han You, a man in two lifetimes, had experienced too much. He had climbed high peaks and entered canyons, but when he got to Yun Xi's bed, he became nervous for no reason.
The person in my arms is indeed the most flawless lotus in the swamp full of mud. Unfortunately, no one can escape from the swamp.
"I want to be like a wild bull under the scorching sun in the countryside, running rampant."
Han You suddenly turned over and pushed Yun Xi under him: "When I leave you, I hope that when I leave you, I will be like a sage who has achieved great cultivation and will never have an ordinary heart."
"Young Master's mortal heart, please stay here." Yun Xi Haoyue's eyes trembled slightly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her voice also trembled slightly.
The boat swinging on the Flower River is rocking slightly, and the afternoon sun is so hot, trying to penetrate the bamboo gaps between the windows filled with mist from the Flower River, shining into this secret boudoir that has never been shown to outsiders. middle.
The sky is hot, the earth is hot, and the earth is hot because of the sky. The only cool place in the world is above the flower river full of mist.
Green silk wrapped around Yun Xi's fingertips and also around Han You's fingertips.
A black hair, a knot.
Two black hairs, two knots.
Han You was extremely patient. He fiddled with two knots with his fingertips, seeming to pull his temples. Yun Xi snorted slightly.
It was originally a four-story flower boat, swaying with the breeze.
There is a white chrysanthemum porcelain vase on the desk, which is also shaking. There are blue waves in the vase that have not been changed for a long time, and there are ripples.
The thin white chrysanthemum blooms toward the sun, with a sharp tip, swaying along the edge of the porcelain vase, and the water ripples.
The wind is blowing, the wind is just right, the sun is warming, and the warm light finally shines through the gaps in the bamboo into the house, wanting to explore every corner and shining on every corner.
On the bed, a pair of tassels swayed gently in the wind.
The complex and gorgeous silk is rippling, soft and thin.
"At this moment, I love you."
Han You's fiery eyes stared at the tearful eyes beneath him, Yun Xi opened her mouth lightly: "Slave, too."
As soon as the words fell, the heavy breathing from the two bodies overlapped.
The hull of the ship was still shaking, and the cheap ruby next to the bed fell to the ground, shattering into pieces like water, blood, and pride.
The mountain spring swayed loosely around the pillars, and the strong wood broke through the mercury and reflected the silver light. Han You hugged Yun Xi tightly, as if embracing the bright sun, which dispelled the darkness and depth.
The mist soaked the bamboo windows and filled Yun Xi's eyes.
The two of them are like clouds and wind.
The clouds are always moving, sometimes quiet and sometimes manic.
The wind picked up, light breeze, strong wind.
With the wind, the clouds gradually become more and more manic. The more manic they are, the more the wind blows.
The clouds stopped and the wind stopped. Han You turned over, as if falling into the clouds, and his wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.
There were still tears in the corners of Yun Xi's eyes, and she lay sideways in Han You's arms like a well-behaved cat.
"Hold tight slave"
Listening to Han You's heartbeat, Yun Xi murmured softly: "From now on, I will never be treated so tenderly by the master again."
"Um...I didn't know you were really..."
Han You sighed: "Your story is true, right? It's what you said about what happened to your relatives in your family."
"Just now, it was true." Yun Xi closed her eyes: "From now on, it will be false. Why would I tell others about false stories?"
Han You felt a sudden pain in his heart.
If it's true, I hope it's false.
If it's false, I hope it's true.
True or false, as the piece of ruby fell to pieces, it no longer had any meaning.
Han You, who originally kept saying that he would go back for dinner, suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave. Once he left this boudoir, when he came back, there was no Yun Xi who told the true story in the world, only a flower boat. The girls' school above.
By some mistake, Han You suddenly asked: "By the way, which household did you mention the high-ranking family in Beijing? If it's just an ordinary family, if I cause trouble for you in the future, maybe I can help you settle the matter, but you have to pay. "
"Young master, please don't worry about me. I know that this slave is not perfect. That high-ranking family will not make things difficult for me anymore."
"Well, if you want to take a brothel girl as a concubine, you probably won't be a real high-ranking person."
"Perhaps to the young master, he is not a great person." Yun Xi sighed: "But to the slave, the governor of Jingzhao Mansion is already a towering figure, and his son is even more famous in the world. He is a scoundrel, no one dares to provoke him."
Han You was stunned and turned his head numbly, with an amused expression on his face: "You... tell me again which mansion it is?"
