519 Tomorrow's Appointment

So the robe was put on his shoulder.

Nie Ziyan put it on for him quickly and said anly, "Why is it like a child? If you wear a dress, you have to urge someone..."

His face suddenly changed again, and his eyes were immediately covered with fog: "Amo, don't you like it?"

How can Qian Yumo say that he doesn't like this situation? However, when the word "like" was difficult to say, he saw Luo Wener turn her head quickly and look out of the window.

Nie Ziyan smiled, and her tearful smile was particularly touching, just like the sunshine after the rain and the petals decorated with drops of water.

"As long as you like it, I made all your previous clothes. I can't imagine that after so many years, it still hasn't changed..."

Has his figure not changed, or has his habit of wearing your own clothes changed? This sentence is really floating.

seemed to be silent in the memory of the past, and Nie Ziyan's movements gradually slowed down. However, when she tied her belt to Qian Yumo's waist, she suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Qian Yumo grabbed her hand in time, but saw that there was a dense needle eye on it, and there was a blood bubble in the middle finger of his right hand, and the bottom of his eyes shrank immediately.

Nie Ziyan wanted to back her hand, but it was probably not strong enough, so she had to let Qian Yumo clenched it.

Next to Rongxiu's eyes turned red at the right time: "The lady just wanted to make this belt. She was busy day and night, and her eyes turned red. The maidservant said that the king lacked nothing. Why does the Empress have to compete with the same belt? The Empress said that this robe relied on this belt to be outstanding, so she didn't listen to the persuasion. She felt that the embroidery was not good, so she took it apart and made several pieces repeatedly, and as a result..."

At this point, he had already said everything that should be said, so Nie Ziyan just rightly grabbed his hand and hid behind him.

Luo Wener felt that she was enjoying the most traditional and lame palace fighting scene, but maybe she was really not kind enough to be silent and complicated as Qian Yumo.

No, that should be called heartache.

However, it is indeed a beautiful belt. Even if it is so far away, you can see the twin dragon scales shining and shining.

When she withdrew her eyes and was about to go out, she suddenly heard Nie Ziyan whisper, "I just want to do something for you. Amo..."

She raised her head with tears in her eyes. She was very charming, but she smiled again, which was even more sad: "You just wear it, okay?"

Maybe he really shouldn't refuse, but...

"The purple smoke just gave Shang Yi a gift, and Shang Yi gave back a bottle of incense. Now that he has given me such a heavy gift, I can't think of what to return for a moment. If Ziyan talks about what he wants to eat, what he wants to see, or what he wants to play, I will definitely..."

Nie Ziyan shook her head, and tears shone like pearls.

She stroked half of her mask and said softly, "Like me, it's just uncomfortable to go, or..."

He lowered his head and whispered: "As long as you remember to visit me..."

In the afterglow, Luo Wener has already walked out of the door.

She really doesn't have to say goodbye, otherwise it will make people uncomfortable.

Qian Yumo was anxious, and Nie Ziyan raised her head at this moment, as if she remembered Luo Wen'er and looked around: "Where's your sister?"

seemed to think of something again, and her tone trembled: "My sister must be angry with me, I..."

"No, she thought she was tired. As you know, she came back from the old concubine..."

"Old concubine..." Nie Ziyan's eyes flashed slightly and hurriedly looked at the door: " Speaking of which, I haven't seen her since I came back..."

Indeed, as early as ten years ago, the old princess liked and took good care of her, just like Luo Wen'er...

I don't know what she was thinking. For a long time, she said quietly, "Did the old concubine regard her as me?"

Qian Yumo was stunned and smiled: "Don't you know if you ask her another day?"

Nie Ziyan didn't say anything, just looked at the ground under her feet and smiled.

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When Qian Yumo entered the Lingyun Pavilion, he happened to see Luo Wener hiding something behind.

He pretended not to disappear and suddenly attacked when she was relaxed...

A few pieces of cloth, a pair of scissors and a needle were piercing at his fingertips.

Luo Wener was anxious: "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"

As soon as the words came out, I remembered that it was useless to ask.

After pulling out the needle, the blood had come out. She hurriedly sucked and wrapped it in a veil. She was still worried and wanted to call the imperial doctor.

He stopped her and smiled: "It's just a needle..."

He opened the "trophy" in his hand again and said happily: "Did you make it for me?"

It's just a few pieces of cloth together at the beginning, and I don't know how he can see that it has something to do with him.

Thinking of the purple robe, thinking of him holding the woman's hand, and his face was full of pain, Luo Wener lowered her eyes.

"Where's the purse?" He suddenly asked.

What, do you want to make a comparison?

She glanced angrily, so Qian Yumo saw that the purse was just placed on the small table at the head of the bed.

His clouds are not so stingy.

Of course, he also knew that she just didn't want to embarrass him.

Luo Wen'er saw him pick up his purse, put it on his nose, smelled it carefully, and didn't feel it flashed, but she still said angrily, "It's not poisonous!"

He smiled, put his purse in the palm of his hand, and looked at it carefully. It didn't seem to appreciate it, but like...

"Do you... doubt her?"

Qian Yumo did not answer, but put his purse back and hugged her in his arms: "Yuncai, in fact, there is no need to care. If you have it, others may not have it..."

What does she have? Until now, she can't finish a decent flower, let alone make clothes and embroidered belts... But anyone who can express her heart can be kept and missed, and she can't do the same!

However, a kiss is gently imprinted on the temples, with warmth and love: "Only clouds will care about whether I feel pain or not, not like others, just want me to care about whether she hurts or not..."

The bottom of my eyes burned and I almost burst into tears.

He still understands her, but... For the big trees that can be sheltered from the wind and rain, most people will care about the grass that is easy to be trampled on. Even if it is temporarily skipped, but several times... Who can stand it for a long time?

She seems to be a little pessimistic, and after all, didn't he feel the pain of the needle?

"Yun Cai, is the tonic soup made for you by Dr. Qin still in use?"

She was sad and suddenly heard him change the topic.

The second day when Nie Ziyan appeared, that is, when she stood in front of the window, as if waiting for him, and as if waiting for an unknown future, the little maid once sent it as usual, but she shook her head.

Then fall into the water and get sick... until all the dust settles.

In fact, no matter what it is, even a bowl of tonic soup, you need to have the mood to taste it.

Seeing her nod, Qian Yumo came up and said dumbly, "Cloud..."

She knew what he was going to do, but why did she mention the soup?

"The imperial doctor said that you don't have enough qi and blood..." The lips rubbed against her ear.

The snow-white and delicate skin encounters a warm smell, with a good smell, like tea and plum, fragrant and attractive, and can't help breathing.

"Clouds..."

He began to untie her skirt, took the opportunity to hold the softness of her chest, and successfully heard her moan, and immediately tightened her abdomen and threw her down on **.

"I don't want it!" Luo Wener avoided his attack.

"Why? The doctor said you can..."

What is this? Did he ask the doctor for this kind of thing?

Shame and angry, he tried his best to hold his chest: "Not today!"

"Why? I've been waiting for two months..."

She was really ill last time. He was afraid that he didn't dare to move a little. Fortunately, he finally survived. Half a month ago, Dr. Qin "suggested" to him... "It's okay." However, he endured it for another half a month, but she told him... No. Why is that?

Luo Wener grabbed her skirt, gritted her teeth for a long time, and said, "If it's... tomorrow night!"

Tomorrow night?

He narrowed his eyes and immediately remembered Nie Ziyan's invitation...

Okay, his clouds also began to think with him.

Looking at her deliberately turning her eyes and refusing to look at him, she felt that such clouds were really cute.

He wanted to laugh and unconsciously remembered the lingering of the two in the small kitchen on New Year's Eve...

bite on her shoulder: "Tonight tomorrow night!"