As soon as the small words became clear in her mind, Xuanji smiled, thought about it, and changed some things, then she pointed at the blood on her finger and scratched lightly on the table.
After writing, she stared blankly at the bright red on the table for a long time. He seemed to have helped her take care of the injury on her shoulder properly, only a slight itch was left, but her head suddenly suffered a great pain. Unable to suppress his emotions, he turned and ran out of the garden, followed the road, and unknowingly reached the gate of the mansion.
Here, it is quiet, but the backyard is very lively.
In his mind, the simple little comb was shaking, and the pain in his head was unbearable. Xuanji cried out in pain, stroking his head and ran out of the house, just wanting to drive the pain away.
There are not many shops on the street. Long Feili chose this house in a secluded place. The evening has reached the end of the depression, and it will be night in a blink of an eye.
Dozens of purple shadows jumped lightly and hurriedly followed behind Xuanji.
Everyone exchanged glances, and two of the purple guards were going to go forward and take Xuanji back. Their group of 100 people was just transferred from the imperial capital by the emperor together with a thousand imperial guards. The guards were stationed in the suburbs, and they were responsible for guarding around the house. . Do not interfere with any master's activities, and only do secret protection. Among them, the purple guards around Xuanji are dispatched the most by the emperor, and there are more than ten guards in total, all of them are death guards.
A green shadow moved slightly and landed in front of the purple guards.
"You go back, I'll follow."
Xuanji ran and stumbled and fell to the ground. She smiled bitterly, and was about to get up, but a hand was put in front of her.
She was slightly confused and looked up, but it was a handsome young man in green clothes, his eyes were very cold, but his expression was slightly tense.
"You are… "
"Qingfeng, the emperor is my senior brother." The boy's tone was impatient.
We had a face-to-face meeting in the pharmacy that day. Although Xuanji couldn't remember clearly, he still had some vague impressions.
"Thank you." Xuanji put her hand in the man's hand, and Qingfeng lifted her up with a slight force.
The two of them were still holding their hands together. Xuanji only felt that Qingfeng's big palm was hot and wet, and it seemed that there was a layer of hot sweat. He tried so hard to hold her hand tightly. Even scraped into her soft skin. It's just that he didn't let go, and she was too embarrassed to break away. The two stood silently for a while.
At the end, Xuanji had no choice but to say, "Uh, I'm up, thank you."
It was only then that Qing Feng came to his senses, like touching a hot potato, throwing her away.
Xuanji is bitter and funny, really a strange person.
"Qing... Feng, I'll take a walk and go back later." She said softly, as a farewell greeting.
"Yeah." The boy murmured coldly.
After walking a few steps, Xuanji was slightly surprised that he was still following her.
"Aren't you going back?" Xuanji sighed slightly and said.
"I'll follow to protect you." Qingfeng hurriedly threw a sentence over.
Xuanji was depressed and messy, and didn't want anyone to follow him, but when he said that, he was embarrassed to reject it, so he could only say, "Thank you."
The two walked in tandem, watching the sparsely lit shops on the street light up.
"Nian Xuanji." Suddenly, Qingfeng's voice came from behind, with a low voice, "I know you are not happy."
Xuanji was stunned, "How do you know?"
"Don't worry about me." Qingfeng interrupted her with a gruff voice, with a trace of anger pierced through her heart. He had actually been in the garden just now.
He came out inadvertently, but saw her turn out of the corridor. Later, she talked to Ruyi, she was writing on the table, and he had a panoramic view behind the pillar. He was about to walk away, but just stared at her, but he was... unable to move his footsteps.
He was secretly startled, and was about to walk away, but when he saw her pale and walked out, he involuntarily followed.
Xuanji was still stunned when Qingfeng's voice came over again.
"Let's go back."
"I want to go a little longer, you go back first."
Xuanji's words fell, and the hot breath had hit her ears.
"Miss Ruyi is a good woman, don't worry about it, you must not betray your senior brother." Xuanji was startled, but Qingfeng was already beside her in an instant, speaking in a deep voice.
"Betrayal?" Xuanji chewed the word, not understanding the meaning of Qingfeng's words.
"My mother thought that my father had a woman outside. She later... had an affair with another man. My father killed her and went with her. Senior brother treats you very well, you can't betray him, do you understand? ?"
At the beginning of Qingfeng fashion, he lowered his voice, and when he said the last sentence, his tone suddenly became tight and agitated.
Xuanji was shocked. Although she forgot about Qingfeng, she had a faint feeling that this was a man who hid himself deeply.
She didn't care that he would say such a thing to her. After all, it was a shameful and sad thing. How could he tell her? Could it be that because of Long Feili, the two had a deep relationship before
In fact, how could Xuanji understand Qingfeng's complicated and contradictory psychology at the moment? Even Qingfeng himself would not be able to understand it.
He experienced sudden changes when he was young, and his temperament was silent and perverse. Long Feili was very kind to him, and the two of them studied art together, and their friendship was very deep. Later, he found out that he liked Xuanji, but Xuanji was Long Feili's woman.
This woman is destined to never belong to him. She is with the person he respects the most. He is happy and painful. He is struggling to suppress his feelings, but in Yanyu Tower, he sees Xuanji smiling at Feng Zhanbai, and then provoking him again. The battle between Long Xiuwen and Na Minglang.
The opponent is Long Feili, he can give in and guard silently, but if it is another man, he can't help but hate, and there is a kind of anger: Why does she like other men, but can't like herself.
So, he loved, but couldn't help but hate Xuanji.