The lantern at the gate of the Guogong Mansion was also wet. Zhao Ke parked the carriage, Tonger opened the oil-paper umbrella, helped Jiang Li get off the carriage, and walked to the Guogong Mansion together.
In the colorful Guogong's mansion, the flowers in the flowerbeds were drizzled, and the flowers became more and more beautiful and dripping. It seems that the layer of hoar frost in the winter has also been showered quickly, showing the original gorgeous appearance. Walking in it, as if not in the world.
In the bird cage at the door, Xiao Hong was standing on the branch, squinting, her head hidden in the feathers, sleeping soundly, and because of this, she didn't start screaming as soon as she saw Jiang Li.
Wen Ji stayed outside Ji Heng's study and saw Zhao Ke bringing Jiang Li, and said to Jiang Li, "My lord is in the study."
Jiang Li nodded, Bai Xue and Tong Er stayed outside, Jiang Li opened the door and walked in.
The window was closed in the study, the lights were lit, there was the patter of rain outside, and the lights flickering in the room. Jiang Li closed the door, and the last cool breeze disappeared from the house.
Ji Heng sat at the table. He sat lazily. His red robe and the floor showed a corner embroidered with intricate patterns. The lights looked like flowing jewels. His eyes were more moving than gems, and his long eyes were slightly narrowed. , Is the passionate love.
After Jiang Li walked into the room, he glanced at Jiang Li, startled slightly.
Today’s Jiang Li is dressed very differently from the past. She used to be a pure and pure girl, but now she looks at it with bright and beautiful colors, unfamiliar attire, and unfamiliar makeup. She has also become a stranger. woman.
It's not like the snow white pear blossoms that bloom in early March, with a touch of sweetness, but like the peach color hidden in the deep mountains in April, with an exquisite style.
But the clarity and stubbornness in those eyes didn't seem to have changed from beginning to end.
He stood up, raised his eyebrows and said, "What you wear today is very different."
Jiang Li smiled: "Really?"
She wore it this way on purpose. She went to see Princess Yongning, but after this period of grievances, she couldn't use the identity of Miss Jiang Er, she had to become Xue Fangfei. Xue Fangfei made the mistake that year. To make up for this mistake, Xue Fangfei should also end it. She used Xue Fangfei's soul to talk to Princess Yongning. As for Princess Yongning's shock, fear, and nightmare entanglement after she left, it had nothing to do with Jiang Li.
"Master Guo asked Zhao Ke to let me come, but what's the matter?" Jiang Li asked.
Ji Heng let her go so late, perhaps to fulfill the agreement, but Jiang Li faintly felt that Ji Heng was not such an anxious person. At least after Princess Yongning and Shen Yurong are executed, they will take the initiative to raise this matter.
Ji Heng approached her, he was very tall, and the shadow cast by his figure covered Jiang Li's body. Judging from the shadow on the window, it seemed that two people were intimate.
He asked: "You just came out of the prison of the criminal ministry and went to see Princess Yongning?"
Jiang Li said: "Yes." Since Zhao Ke was waiting for him outside, he must have known about it a long time ago and came to wait for her specially, so Jiang Li was not surprised that Ji Heng knew about it.
Ji Heng nodded. His hands are well-knotted, slender and white, playing with the folding fan in his hand, looking down at Jiang Li, his eyes are squiggly, his lips are chuckles, but his voice is clear and clear.
He asked: "Why does she call you'Xue Fangfei'?"
Jiang Li was shocked and raised his head suddenly, he heard it all!
Did Ji Heng's people hear the conversation between Princess Yongning and her in the potential prison
The girl’s eyes opened slightly, and her eyes were so clear that there was no way to escape the panic and helplessness in the moment. The young man was as beautiful as the charm in a play, and even his manners were graceful and charming. , He held the fan lightly against her chin, so that she had to lift her head up and stare directly at the amber eyes that could discern people's hearts.
He looked at Jiang Li, smiled, and sighed low, his tone was intoxicating and creepy.
Ji Heng said: "You really are not Jiang Li."
You really are not Jiangli.
As the ending of this sentence disappeared into the air, he pressed harder step by step, Jiang Li slowly backed up until his back touched the desk behind him, unavoidable. She leaned back unconsciously, and was supported by Ji Heng's hand over her waist to prevent her from falling backward.
He still knew that even though he indulged, helped her and even regarded her as caring and considerate to friends during this period, the suspicion of her in his heart did not stop for a moment. Others thought that he was in the play, maybe he did enter that moment, but he could get away at any time, calm, sharp and shrewd.
Maybe he never believed in anyone from start to finish, nor did he give others trust.
It was just like his ambiguous and intimate attitude at the moment, his lips were smiling and gentle, but his eyes were so cold.
Jiang Li closed her eyes, and she heard her calm and gentle voice, resounding in the room: "Master Guo made an agreement with me. Now that the matter is complete, you can come to fulfill the agreement. This life is It's time to return it to the grandfather of the country."
She didn't answer Ji Heng's question, but instead asked Ji Heng to fulfill the agreement, so at this moment, it sounded like a provocation, or something unconcealed.
Ji Heng's eyes darkened, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more confusing, and the handle of the fan in his hand moved gently from Jiang Li's chin to Jiang Li's throat.
She was born slender and weak, and even her throat was thin, like a white crane strangled by her neck, with a kind of poignant fragility for an instant. But she was fearless, her expression was peaceful, and she couldn't find any trace of panic, she went to death with all her heart.
Ji Heng is not a person who likes to ask "why". He has already figured out the answers to many things at the beginning. He doesn't like accidents that happen out of control. If this matter has not been clarified in the end, he will not be attached, but will abandon it.
The so-called problem is solved if there is no answer to it.
Therefore, the hand holding the fan handle, the white and slender hand, which seemed to be picking up a chess piece and a tea cup, the Feng Huaxueyue hand, slowly tightened.
Jiang Li felt the coldness of her neck and seemed to smell the breath of death. The smell of death was about the same as Ji Heng's body, with a cool fragrance, astringent.
Ji Heng's gaze fell under the handle of the fan, and the hanging fan fell.
The fan pendant is as red as blood, the butterfly spreads its wings to fly, the red butterfly and the white skin have an inexplicable fit. Ji Heng watched, his eyes moved slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Li felt that the cold handle of the fan was still against her throat, but a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "Your life, I don't want it."
There was a slightly itchy touch in the ear, breathing was close to the ear, Jiang Li hurriedly opened his eyes in surprise, and what he saw was his face slightly turned sideways.
The man's profile can't pick out any flaws, and every time he looks at it, he feels beautiful and thrilling. After he finished speaking, he didn't distance himself from Jiang Li, but he still smiled, looking down at her condescendingly. It only takes a little bit, maybe a millimeter, Jiang Li's mouth can touch him. The face, maybe his lips.
She was shocked and did not dare to move. However, this image looked like a small deer in the mountains that was startled by a hunter, standing in astonishment, dazed but nervous, and all her past agility was gone.
"In exchange," he said with interest, "tell the truth, don't lie, how about it, eh?"
He stared at Jiang Li closely, Jiang Li almost couldn't stand it. Under such eyes, no one with a heart of stone would be tempted. Obviously knowing that there is danger all over his body, he still wants to be confused by his tenderness for a while, like a moth fighting a fire, slamming its head into the ashes.
"I… "
"I'll take it as you agreed." He smiled and retracted the handle of the fan, and stretched out his hand by the way, pinning the strand of hair that Jiang Li was hanging in front of his eyes.
Jiang Li was very uncomfortable, and her cheeks were hot. She had to stare intently at the golden button on Ji Heng's robe. The edges of the buttons were all engraved with intricate patterns, gorgeous and cold.
"I can tell Grandpa Guo what I want to know, but I'm afraid Grandpa Guo would not believe what I said, instead thinking I was lying." Jiang Li looked up at him.
He used a serious, almost innocent, gentle, as if he would believe everything she said without hesitation. With such affectionate eyes, he slowly said: "No. Everything you say, I believe you."
Jiang Li was slightly startled.
His eyes were so serious and so close. She could see the long eyelashes and the small red moles on the corners of her eyes. She even had an urge to touch it. However, she quickly stopped. She didn't know that the heartbeat at this moment was because Ji Heng was too beautiful and behaved too tenderly, which made her confused for a while, but she understood that after leaving this room, the one in her heart The deer will stop thumping, become sensible and calm again.
"If you believe it, I'll tell you." She tried to make no difference in her tone.
Ji Heng looked at her for a while, and slowly let go of her hand, Jiang Li was able to breathe a sigh of relief and stood up straight. Ji Heng pointed his fan to the desk, on which there was a pot of tea and two tea cups. He said, "Sit down."
It's back to the inattentive calmness it was before.
He always pulls away extremely fast.
Jiang Li calmed down, walked to the table and sat down. It was probably because of some nervousness. This time before Ji Heng started, she poured herself a cup of tea. Picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
In the rainy night, the hot tea quickly calmed her panic, uncomfortable, agitated and hesitant mood since she entered the house, and calmed her again.
Ji Heng smiled and looked at her, and sat down opposite her. Jiang Li stared at his red robe, his eyes almost always covered by the golden silk thread on his head.
He asked: "What's your name?"
Jiang Li: "Xue Fangfei."