Feng Xi'er rolled up her sleeves and immediately jumped to a big tree in front of the sea of flowers. Feng Xi'er put her hands on her hips casually, looked at the height of the tree, and clapped her hands, " Well, it’s not too high, I can barely climb it.”
Xiaodou grabbed Feng Xi'er and persuaded her with a sad face: "Miss, your injury has just healed. Don't get hurt again."
Feng Xi'er pursed her lips: "Miss, am I such a fragile woman? It's okay, just look at me."
In modern times, Feng Xi'er often climbed peach trees with her friends from the orphanage to steal peaches. Over time, she didn't know how many pairs of pants were scratched, and the crotch of her pants was opened to her calves, so she became a tree climber. What a skill.
As she spoke, Feng Xi'er rolled up her sleeves again, stretched her waist, and twisted her neck, as if she was getting ready for the battlefield. After that, Feng Xi'er cleared her throat and started climbing the tree.
Like a nimble little monkey, Feng Xi'er quickly climbed up among the tree branches. Because the big tree grew lushly and had many branches, it was easy to climb up. Feng Xi'er stood on a tree with a relatively large root. On the branch of the tree, he grabbed another thick branch above his head with both hands, and slowly walked to the tail of the root of the tree in small steps. He craned his neck and looked around.
Sure enough, if you look over, you can have a panoramic view of the scene on Chang'an Street.
Most of the men gathered around to set off fireworks. The women stood next to each other, covering their laughter and watching the men set off fireworks. Children are playing shuttlecock, some are held in the arms of adults and eating candied haws, aunts are sitting under the big tree enjoying the cool air and chatting, uncles are arm wrestling and cricket fighting...
The peaceful and prosperous times were so lively.
Feng Xi'er saw the prince and Princess Jingya fighting side by side on the fence of the Qinghe Bridge. They were relatively close and looked intimate. Princess Jingya raised her head to peek at Long Ba from time to time. Long Ba looked at Jingya honestly. He smiled, kept saying something, and painted with his hands, as if he was introducing the great mountains and rivers of the dynasty to Princess Jingya.
It seems that Long Ba has successfully subdued Princess Jingya, and she is still submissive.
Feng Xi'er smiled slightly, shifted her gaze, and took in the scene in the small pavilion of the Dongjiao Inn.
There was a relatively secluded resting pavilion behind the Dongjiao Inn. Long Shi stood with a cold expression. Cuixian hugged Long Shi from behind. Cuixian pressed her face tightly against Long Shi's back. The front body was close to Long Shi's tall and long back.
Long Shi allowed Cuixian to hold him, indifferent, and just spoke, his voice cold to the bone, and said coolly, "Why are you doing this?"
Cuixian tightened her arms and hugged her even tighter, and said firmly: "Because I love you..."
Long Shi did not look back at Cuixian and asked coldly: "Even if I don't love you?"
Although Cuixian had long expected that Long Shi would say such words, she still couldn't suppress her heartache after hearing it with her own ears. She bit her lips to prevent tears from flowing out, but she remained as firm as ever: "As long as I can marry you, I will stay with you." I am content with being by your side. As early as the moment you saved me, my life was yours and my heart was yours."
Long Shi broke open Cuixian's hands holding his waist with both hands, turned around, and said coldly and ruthlessly: "Cuixian, since you insist on marrying me, now you have got your wish, but I won't I love you, don’t expect me to give you anything.”
Cuixian looked at Long Shijue's back, tears welling up uncontrollably. Cuixian bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, but her tears became more fierce. Cuixian covered her mouth, lowered her eyes, and cried into tears.
Feng Xi'er could see this scene from a distance, but couldn't hear the conversation between Long Shi and Cuixian, but she could roughly guess their conversation by looking at the shape of their mouths, and the way Cuixian was crying so heartbreakingly. , Feng Xi'er was confused. It seemed that Long Shi didn't like Cuixian at all. Feng Xi'er thought about it carefully. She usually saw Cuixian taking the initiative to tease Long Shi. Maybe Long Shi was not what he seemed. Same, he is actually a very fragile person, still an innocent child at heart. Among so many princes, he does not have the love of his mother and concubine, let alone the attention of Emperor Lintian. It just so happens that Cuixian can give her these maternal qualities. Why is Long Shi unwilling to recognize and accept Cuixian? Could it be...
"Little Miss..." Little Potato under the tree called Feng Xi'er in a low voice. interrupted Feng Xi'er's guess.
Feng Xi'er looked down and asked, "Tudou, what's wrong?"
Xiaodou whispered nine words with her mouth, and motioned Feng Xi'er to look forward with her eyes.
Feng Xi'er followed Xiaotuo's gaze and saw Long Jiu and the woman named Ziyun walking into the sea of flowers side by side.
Feng Xi'er was stunned and staggered, her body instantly lost her balance. Feng Xi'er made a sound and her eyes widened. Before she could grab a branch, she staggered down.
In just a critical moment, Feng Xi'er seemed to have fallen onto the grass. Fortunately, he didn't climb high enough and didn't break his leg, but it hurt a little when he was lying on the ground. Feng Xi'er fell down on the grass, stretched her neck and raised her chin to look at Long Jiu in front of her.
Long Jiu actually stood calmly in front of her, squinting at her like a king looking down on all living beings. His arrogant and indifferent posture was like looking at a monkey playing, with an uninhibited smile on his lips. .
Feng Xi'er immediately became angry. This Long Jiu was so inhumane. He didn't know how to care about her and just picked her up. How dare he laugh at her
Xiaodou quickly came over and helped Feng Xi'er up. Feng Xi'er brushed off the debris on her body and looked up at Long Jiu angrily. For some reason, her tone was as sarcastic as an old lady's, "If the Ninth Prince takes one more step forward, I will probably kill him."
Long Jiu sarcastically replied: "Is the eldest lady so anxious to prove her sense of existence?"
He was nakedly mocking her, mocking her for being passionate and taking the initiative to ask for a marriage from the emperor, and mocking her for playing hard to get his attention.
Ha, Feng Xi'er was so surprised that this bastard Long Jiu actually... looked at her like this.
Feng Xi'er walked up to Long Jiu as if she was angry, straightened her back, raised her chest, raised her chin, and deliberately shortened the distance between the two. Feng Xi'er looked at Long Jiu's familiar and unfamiliar eyes, and felt deep in her heart There was a sudden tremor deep inside, it looked so much like Hong Jiu, this feeling was like looking at Hong Jiu.
Feng Xi'er excitedly moved her face closer, and stretched out her hand impatiently, strongly wanting to take off the mask on Long Jiu's face. Long Jiu grabbed her wrist when she stretched out her hand, and Feng Xi'er felt pain. Frowning, Long Jiu, that bastard, really didn't care about her at all. He was so strong that he could break her wrist.
Long Jiu's cold eyes were staring at Feng Xi'er. His whole body was filled with a cold air that kept strangers away from him. He opened his thin lips, squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his lips, and said in a tone that could chill Feng Xi'er to death: "Miss Are you just so impatient? Haha, I didn’t expect that the eldest lady is just like that.”
But that's it? Does that mean she took the initiative casually
Feng Xi'er's sensitive self-esteem felt like it was pricked by a needle. She felt a slight pain and said stubbornly: "Yes, I am such a proactive and casual person."