Chapter 31: Open your eyes all night, repaying the unswerveched eyebrows in the previous life 5

When the door was about to close, someone sent a letter, saying that the recipient paid a taels of silver for running errands. Wei Tanyi knew that this must be the way Master forced him to read the letter, so he had to give the man a piece of silver with a black face.

The messenger turned around happily to leave. Unfortunately, he bumped into Han Ruxu, who was going up the steps. Although the latter did not say anything, his eyebrows were twisted like a hemp rope. Seeing that the messenger was frightened and ran away.

"Lord Han is late, and the store is going to be closed." Wei Tanyi quickly put away the letter and said with an innocent face.

"Let's take it out." Originally, I didn't plan to come here, but if the spring gift was not sent, it would be the beginning of summer. Han Ruxu had to come to the door first with a stinky face. As a result, he caught it and was in a good mood.

Wei Tanyi seriously threatened him to leave quickly with his eyes, but he was not interested and confronted until he returned to the store after brushing the tea set. It's really a personality that makes trouble for people. Wei Tanyi sighed, pulled out the letter, and uncovered the fire paint in front of the two people.

"Is it the letter of the lord of the palace?" When he opened the letter, he looked reluctant and guessed that it was written by his master.

"It was written by Yuan Shu," Wei Tanyi read a few short lines and looked a little better. "It's a spring gift." Then he put his hand into the envelope and pulled out another piece of paper. It's just that unlike the letterhead just now, this piece of paper is slightly red, as if it is stained with rouge or blood, and a red piece falls into a corner.

Han Ruqi rubbed his jaw: "I seem to have seen this paper somewhere..."

Wei Tanyi turned over the paper and looked at it again. He didn't find anything wrong, so he put it in the envelope with the letter: "It's a little lip. The anecdotes of Emperor Mingguang in those years were widely circulated in Lizhou. I don't know who first thought of writing to his love with this kind of rouge-coated paper. As early as the previous dynasty, there were a large number of people weaving of this kind of paper to take It's called Dot Lips.

Compared with these two men, Gu Si obviously likes things with beautiful legends. She has to reopen the envelope and take a closer look at the little lips.

"I can't see that the boy's milky smell is not dry, but he already understands these elegant things." Thinking of Yuan Shu, Han Ruxu was only upset.

"I don't think so," Wei Tanyi twisted her fingertips and dipped some rouge on it. "If it's like what you said, he can write to me directly on his lips, and Master won't allow him to send that letter."

Han Ruxuan snorted and felt bored, so he wanted to leave. Suddenly, he heard a sound of quenching, and his back suddenly got cold.

"The rouge on this little lip is very similar to the taste I used in those years."

Si Si seemed to lick the rouge stained on his fingertips, exclaimed, and then raised the thin note: "And this shape is too much like a person's lip print, isn't it?"

The man who never applies fat and powder naturally has no feeling about it. Wei Tanyi only said, "If you like it, put it away", and didn't care.

***

The moon sank into the East Lake in the middle of the night, and the palace was as silent as a grave.

Lin Jiuche often feels that he has been dead for a long time. In this well-conventional imperial city, whether he used to be a puppet or now monopolize power, he can't give him a sense of reality.

The cold glazed palace lamp, the cold ivory bed, and the cold beauty [empty] body are all like being salvaged from under the cold pool without any popularity. Xinna's concubine tried his best to please him and twisted his waist to satisfy him, but he still felt that he was tightly strangled by death and it was difficult to breathe.

The eunuch sent the tired woman back to the bedroom. He was the only one left with the huge dragon **. The gorgeous tent was like a gorgeous coffin, as if to imprison him forever.

"Non-Mo!" Lin Jiuche suddenly sat up and lifted the tent.

However, the only response to him was an empty echo.

He is not there! He is not here! Where did he go?

"Not a stranger!!" This time it roared out, and finally saw a black shadow floating down from the beam and kneeling in front of the dragon bed.

Lin Jiuche clenched his teeth, so that the lines of his jawbone became particularly sharp. Where have you been? As my dark guard, it's simply bold to dare to leave without permission!"

Feimo lowered his head and said in a calm voice: "Your Majesty, I haven't gone anywhere. I've been on the beam."

"Then why did I call you before, but you didn't say a word?"

But there was no answer. Feimo's whole body was dark, kneeling on the ground like a shadow, unpredictable, and the light may disappear as soon as it shines. Lin Jiuche was suddenly afraid to hear his answer. He grabbed one of his arms in a panic and looked up at him.

He didn't say a word and only touched his index finger on his lips.

He was not so good that he knelt up and carefully pressed his lips.

It's so cold that I can't feel any warmth. In the past, countless presumptuous lingerings have never noticed that his lips are also free of warmth and vitality. Lin Jiuche felt that he had been recapsulated, and the cold wind poured into his body, and he couldn't avoid it. He pushed the man in front of him away angrily. Seeing Feimo fall back to the ground, he still felt unrehated. He kicked him again and stepped on him back.

"Get out of here! I don't want to see your face again, and I don't want to smell the dead smell of you anymore!" Lin Jiuche was uncontrollably furious and roared, which alarmed the eunuchs and bodyguards on duty in the courtyard to rush in one after another. But Mo just knelt down without saying a word, neither explaining nor begging for mercy.

When the room is quiet again, the sky has changed from black to dark blue, as if the ink has precipitated in the clear water and will return to clarity.

Lin Jiuche sat by the bedside. The eunuch maid persuaded him to sleep, so she sat for the second half of the night.

Feimo was finally driven away, and no matter how conspiracies there is, it is impossible to hurt yourself - isn't this what you want? ...No, no, that's not what he wanted. He was just afraid of the unfathomable emotions behind Feimo's calm expression. Does he like himself or not? Who is instructed to stay with him? What is the purpose?

For a long time after the crown ceremony, Lin Jiuche has not appointed a concubine. He only hangs out with Feimo in **. When he was in high spirits, he didn't even rest all night. During that time, it was like crazy. There was no conversation, just doing it. Feimo would obey all his orders and meet all his requirements. Shameless and tireless, he was simply the best lover.

There is no need for the reminder of those old-qualified ministers. Lin Jiuche soon feels that ** is cooling and can't escape. How it fits in **, it can't erase his vigilance against Feimo. So he was alienated, deliberately ignored him, and got married and married. The queen was a lady. Since her marriage, she has been warmed up with him, and she almost rushed away the last little attachment to the elusive dark guard.

"Alas..." With a long sigh, Lin Jiuche held his head that was about to crack in pain. Just as the maid of honor came in to wait for him to get up, she casually said, "I'm not going to court today. I'm not feeling well."

After getting him out, I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse. I think about him in my heart and can't let him go, but he just doesn't understand. He is the only one who sinks or withdraws and suffers. What should I do in the future? What should I do if I leave him?