As soon as his body was hugged, Ji Jiu stiffened involuntarily. Although there was no disgust in his mind, his body subconsciously recorded the hurt and humiliation that Yi Mo had given him in countless nights. He froze in place uncontrollably, poking there abruptly, like a straight thorn, piercing others and himself. Yi Mo's arm obviously froze for a moment, and then he hugged him even tighter.
Ji Jiu was still motionless, as if he had lost the ability to resist or walk away. Yi Mo stroked the back of his neck, letting him lean on his shoulders, and returned his hands to the original place, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing him the back. He used a posture that could not be rejected, and placed the person in front of him. In the end, this posture froze, and he did not move the slightest.
It was such a hug that froze time, Ji Jiu's stiff muscles became a little more active, and the limbs in his arms showed signs of softening. After the whole body was relaxed, Ji Jiu faintly sighed. So Yi Mo moved, he turned his face slightly, and his cool lips passed over his cheeks, it was not so much a kiss as a breeze blowing flowers.
Ji Jiu blinked her eyes, but felt that such a touch seemed illusory and real, and she couldn't even tell whether it existed or not. Looking at Yi Mo, her eyes became a little confused.
As if to prove something, Yi Mo kissed him again, still brushing his lips lightly, then retracted immediately, looking at him cautiously.
Ji Jiu's eyes were wide open, and under the careful scrutiny, his body hid back, as if retreating, but his waist was tightly bound, and he had nowhere to retreat, so he could only lean back. Yi Mo leaned forward one point, and he leaned back two points. The snow-white jacket was covered with continuous moonlight, and the reclined chest and forced fixed waist stretched out a beautiful arc dripping with moonlight. In Yi Mo's eyes, this scene was incomparably bright and vivid, every inch of hair that was blowing in the wind was alive and beating.
Yi Mo said, "Ji Jiu."
Ji Jiu looked up at the person above, her breathing was messed up, she heard him call her, but she couldn't make any response, just looked, looked, stared at the other person's bright and deep eyes.
Yi Mo leaned over, firmly wrapped his arms around his waist, and said seriously, "Ji Jiu, you're going to fall."
Ji Jiu came back to her senses abruptly, only to realize that she was only a few feet away from the ground when she turned her head. She tried her waist to get up, but was held down by Yi Mo. Ji Jiu blushed suddenly, raised her hand and grabbed his shoulder, strangled him tightly, and said in a low voice, "You did it on purpose!"
Yi Mo neither denied nor admitted, a smile flashed in his eyes, and was quickly caught by Ji Jiu's sharp eyes. Ji Jiu pinched his shoulders, stood up vigorously, then glared at him with a blushing face, while Yi Mo was stared at, showing the presence of an old god. Ji Jiu thought for a long time but couldn't think of a way to restrain him, stayed for a long time, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, without bending his body, he raised his wrist in a large arc under the clear moonlight, and wiped his face that was kissed just now, once, twice, three times, with a wide range of movements He pulled it so that people behind him could clearly see what he was doing. After three wipes, he continued to move forward, turned around the courtyard door, and the snow-white figure disappeared outside the door.
Yimo stood there, looking at the path where the figure had disappeared, and then turned around after looking at it for a long time, as if muttering to Xiaobao who was hiding in the house watching a play: "He turned bad." gone."
Xiao Bao quickly lowered his head and carefully looked at his toes, so as not to let out a laugh, he held back for a long time before saying in a low voice: "You are not much better."
Yi Mo let out an "oh" and disappeared.
Ji Jiutong blushed, not knowing whether he was angry at being teased or something, hurried back to the study, and just opened the door, he felt someone was in the room, and asked after a moment: "Madam?"
As soon as the words fell, someone turned on the torch, Pingting moved to the table, lit the candles on the table, then turned around, looked at him from a distance, saluted, and called out in a low voice: "My lord. "
Ji Jiu stood at the threshold for a while, and then walked over. The couple looked around in the dim light of a candle. Ji Jiu took the cloak from the shelf and wrapped it around her, and asked, "It's so late, how can you make a living?" Still not resting?"
The woman tightened her cloak, as if she was afraid of the cold, sat down, then closed her cloak again, and after she had wrapped herself tightly, she raised her face and whispered: "I just came to look for my husband, but my husband is not here. The concubine went to the other courtyard...the scenery in the courtyard...is really unique." The voice became low and almost silent.
Ji Jiuyuan's bloody face suddenly turned pale.
"Husband." The woman called out, and her eyes, which were full of tenderness in the past, became a little sharper, "Have you ever seen my husband?"
Ji Jiu stood in front of the table, calmed down and replied, "What did you see?"
"Of course I saw the wind of broken sleeves, the obsession of Longyang!" The woman responded crisply, her tone was sharper than ever before.
Ji Jiu couldn't adapt to her for a while, so she stopped talking.
The woman lowered her head, knowing that her tone had passed, she quickly slowed down and said: "When I came back from the garden that year, my husband rejected the daughter of Xiangguo and married a daughter of a small family like me. For a while, rumors spread and the city was full of trouble. I have never asked, but today I would like to ask my husband, why don't you marry the golden branch and jade leaf of Xiangguo, but you want to marry me?"
Ji Jiu frowned slightly, and replied: "There is no reason, I want to marry you when I marry you."
The woman smiled, "My husband is lying."
"Um?"
"My husband once said that there is absolutely no peace with Xiangguo. As long as the Ji family is prosperous, we will be against him for a day." The woman said: "My husband is worried that marrying Xiangguo's daughter will cause disaster. It is because of his arrogance. Husband doesn't like what they say, but wants to show it to them, so he insisted on marrying me regardless of obstruction."
Ji Jiu raised her eyebrows, although she didn't nod, she didn't shake her head either. In fact, this is indeed the case. The emperor is in power, and the government and the opposition are divided into two major factions, fighting against each other. The emperor looks on from above and is not worried. As long as he holds the scale, the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe. If the Ji family, which holds a large army, married Chen Xiangguo, and the two factions merged into one party, the king would have trouble sleeping and eating. At that time, both families would not be able to escape a bloodbath. So he rejected the Chen family's marriage back then, and only married the daughter of an unknown, small family.
Although it is a small family, the ancestors were officials and nobles, but unfortunately they fell down later, guarding a desolate old house and living a poor life. He insisted on marrying her into his home, even though people talked about her inappropriate family, he didn't feel bad about it. Afraid of being discussed, he is not Ji Jiu. This gesture is to be made, for those who should see it - Ji Jiuning married Xiaojia Biyu, not Xiangguo's daughter! Since then, a new enmity has been added to the old grievances of the Ji and Chen families. The emperor was very happy to hear about this, and even came out to smooth things over, and personally proposed marriage to the Chen family, and gave many gifts. The Chen family held a wedding banquet. Do unlimited scenery.
Compared with the simple wedding banquet on the day of Ji Jiu's wedding, and the ten-carry dowry that the bride's family could barely scrape together, it was more beautiful than ever.
Thinking of the past, Ji Jiu relaxed a little, showing a hint of a smile. The woman saw it, smiled, and said in a low voice: "The husband in the eyes of the concubine is upright, fearless, let alone gossip? Now, the husband will use the momentum of marrying me back then to announce to the world. - Has General Ji broken his sleeves since then?!" Her tone became more serious at this point, full of anger.
"After three years of marriage, my concubine said that if my husband is lonely outside and falls in love with someone else's daughter, I just need to say a word, and my concubine will never stop her. Let her serve her husband well, and when I come home, my concubine will also I will treat her like my own sister. My husband doesn’t want her, and I’m not allowed to mention it again.” Madam stood up and said word by word: “If my husband really likes her, even if ten or eight of them marry back home, the concubines will be good-looking one by one. Wait, keep the house safe, and let the husband have no worries. But he is a man, how can I let him enter the inner courtyard? How can I treat him like a sister? How can I bring him to face relatives and friends? How can I lead him to worship the ancestors?!"
The last sentence was almost hysterical, the fingers holding the silk handkerchief were white at the root, and the emerald blue silk handkerchief was creased abruptly.
Ji Jiu stood motionless.
There was no expression on his face, he just stood there, like a rock, still being beaten by the wind and rain, without moving an inch.
Before his wife's fury, his calmness seemed treacherous and unpredictable, his eyes were deep and deep, like the eyes of thousands of years of cold pools, he could see all of his wife's anger and fierceness, and he did not respond in the slightest.
The woman suddenly lost her voice in front of such an eerie calm. After venting her rage, all that remained was her fear of this man who was as cold as a rock. She respected him, from beginning to end. As she loves him.
Between them, it started with respect and then turned into love.
When things come up, awe always wins in the end.
I don't know how long it took, the lamp on the table exploded, "Bippo", suddenly deafening in the dead air. Madam was startled, met those extremely dark eyes, and subconsciously called out: "Husband?"
Ji Jiu looked at her, his face was still calm, in fact, there was already a huge wave in his heart, but it was precisely because the wave was too big that it drenched his face, so he became more calm.
"Ma'am." Ji Jiu finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse due to the long silence, and said lightly: "You think too much."
Madam was taken aback for a moment.
"What did you see tonight?" Ji Jiu turned his eyes away, looked at the silently burning flames on the table, and whispered, "I've been in the room tonight and haven't gone anywhere."
Madam was still on the spot and didn't say anything.
"It's cold, come and bring me fresh soup. You just came here." Ji Jiu glanced at the cold porcelain bowl on the table and smiled slightly, "You didn't see anything."
Turning his face, he met the woman's gaze again, and his tone became more serious, which was both a promise and a hint of anger, "You told a story. It was a ridiculous story, it couldn't happen. Nothing happened, Madam understands Already?" His tone focused on the word "understand".
Madam came back to her senses, she heard clearly after a second thought, she paused, nodded and said: "Understood." Then said: "My husband said so, I feel at ease."
"It's late at night, madam, go back to rest." Ji Jiu said, his tone was calm, as calm as white water, and he stated without concern, and he could not refuse to discuss with him.
Madam stood still, turned around and put away the porcelain bowl on the table, and said softly: "Since Husband has drunk the soup, let's rest earlier."
The door opened and closed again. The madam poured the cool fresh soup in the bowl outside the door, and the slight sound of splashing water seemed to remind the person in the house that the words spoken are like water poured out, and once you agree, you must do it.
Ji Jiu closed the doors and windows, and went back to the bed expressionlessly. Just after the quilt was covered, there was a person standing beside the bed, and his figure was cast on the bed curtain, a long black streak.
Ji Jiu closed her eyes, and said two words calmly: Get out.