Let alone three days, Feng Xi'er couldn't wait any longer now. She couldn't wait to pounce on Long Jiu and question Long Jiu fiercely. Or she could take off Long Jiu's clothes and Feng Xi'er hugged Hong Jiu. Even if Long Jiu refused to take off his mask, she could still test Long Jiu's temperature.
Although Feng Xi'er only hugged Hong Jiu gently, she must have felt the cold temperature on Hong Jiu's body and the rough scars on her back. Long Jiu could cover his face, but he couldn't cover his body. Scars and temperature.
The look Feng Xi'er looked at Long Jiu could swallow him alive.
She really couldn't calm down. At this moment, her heart was as confused as a fire burning a grasshopper, and her eagerness was torturing her reason.
The song is over. General Yelu took the lead in clapping his hands and applauding, and sincerely praised: "It is better to hear from a distance than to hear up close. The Ninth Prince's piano skills are indeed well-deserved."
Long Jiu stood up and said modestly: "General Liao praised me, I think I am not as good as Miss Hong Jiu from Jiuzhonglou."
Long Jiu said this very naturally, which shocked Long Liu, Feng Xi'er and Yelu. General Yelu admired Long Jiu even more. A person can live two lives, both of which are famous in the world. He is really powerful. How good his mental quality must be to be so calm and composed
If he hadn't seen Long Jiu's true appearance with his own eyes and knew the truth about Jiuzhong Tower, Yelu would have thought like everyone else that Hong Jiu and Long Jiu were two perfect and powerful people.
Long Liu thought to himself and observed Long Jiu. Long Liu knew that Long Jiu had been hiding for many years and had developed extremely high psychological quality, so he could hide himself very well. Long Jiu was taciturn and knew how to hide better than himself. Emotions never expose themselves easily and are a strong opponent.
But Feng Xi'er was so shocked that she couldn't recover. She thought it was incredible. How could Long Jiu say the name Hong Jiu so calmly? Is my intuition wrong? Or is Long Jiu too good at covering up
But how could he be so indifferent to Hong Jiuyi in front of her
Feng Xi'er stared straight into Long Jiu's eyes, trying to see any flaw in Long Jiu's eyes, but there was no flaw in Long Jiu's eyes. No.
Even when Long Jiu walked in front of her, he didn't even look at Feng Xi'er.
Feng Xi'er felt that if she stayed here any longer, she would be unable to control herself and knock down Long Jiu in public. Then he took off Long Jiu's clothes in front of everyone.
Feng Xi'er glanced at Long Jiu, turned around silently, and left. Xiaodou followed Feng Xi'er, the master and the servant. Left first.
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er's lonely and thin back, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Why was the woman looking at him so persistent and hot, as if she wanted to swallow him
Long Jiu recalled it carefully and was sure that he had no impression of Feng Xi'er at all. There must be something strange in that woman's eyes.
Long Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked away, still feeling disgusted with Feng Xi'er. He thought to himself that the woman who was entangled with Long Qi wanted to marry him. Oh, if he knew that the woman was used by Long Liu... Long Jiu had a cold face, gritted his teeth, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.
Feng Xi'er walked all the way back to the inn room, and Zaitou fell on the bed. She rolled on the bed upset, covered her head with a pillow, and grabbed the quilt randomly, but she still couldn't calm down.
Xiaodou was so frightened that she quickly came over to stop Feng Xi'er's "self-abuse" and asked worriedly: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?". Feng Xi'er grabbed Xiaotuo's little hand and said angrily: "No, I feel bad... My little sweetheart is too fragile. It is aching faintly, and it makes me miserable."
"Miss, what stimulated you again?" Xiaotuo asked anxiously.
Feng Xi'er hugged the pillow and patted it with great grief and anger: "Why did I go to a brothel in the first place... What evil did I commit?"
If I hadn’t gone to the Jiuzhong Tower and broken into Hongjiu’s boudoir that day, I wouldn’t be in such a mess...
Xiaotuo said a lot of comforting words, but Feng Xi'er couldn't listen. At this moment, she was as restless as a grasshopper, her heart was itching unbearably, she couldn't figure out the doubts in her heart, and she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
"Tudou, I want to go to the roof alone to show off the phoenix. I need to be quiet. Don't worry. This is the territory of the Tenth Prince. I will be fine. You can rest first." Feng Xi'er ordered and put on a thin coat. cloak and walked out.
On the roof of the inn, Feng Xi'er sat down in a place where the moonlight shone brightest. Feng Xi'er sighed, raised her head and stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky, but she still couldn't help but feel confused and confused. It's hard to itch, and I feel like there's a stuffy feeling in my throat.
It's really killing her.
Feng Xi'er bit her lip and patted her head angrily. She sat stupidly alone, sometimes looking at the stars alone, sometimes holding her chin in her hand in a daze. However, I still couldn't calm down.
Feng Xi'er even wanted to just roll off the roof.
Hong Jiu, this bastard, walked away and took her heart with him, leaving her to struggle in this world alone. If she knew he was not dead, huh... Feng Xi'er didn't know what she could do with him.
If you don’t hate it, that’s false. If you hate it, you can’t hate it.
Feng Xi'er took out the flute given to her by Hong Jiu, touched the small character nine engraved on the flute, and recalled the beautiful scene of sitting in Hong Jiu's arms in the Jiuzhong Tower, and Hong Jiu teaching her to play the piano and flute. This is the only good memory between them.
Feng Xi'er put the flute at the corner of her mouth, pouted her mouth, and started to play gently.
Don't forget each other when we are separated, we are alone without a lamp to accompany us.
Relying on the fence and facing sorrow, all the years will turn into regrets.
… …
You said you asked me to wait for you, and I have been waiting for you, but you left me.
The beauty is alone and haggard. Alone under the moon, I complained of melancholy.
After Long Jiu, who had just left the inn, heard this melody, his body shook violently, stopped, and turned around to look at Feng Xi'er on the roof.
Why did this piece of music, this melody, give him such a shocking feeling? An inexplicable sense of familiarity, this feeling... God, why is it so wonderful? There is clearly something surrounding me, but I can't tell what it feels like.
Long Jiu thought that nothing could affect him, that he was indifferent enough, and that his heart had long been as heavy as the dead sea and as silent as sand, but he didn't want to... This woman shocked him with a piece of music she played casually.
Ziyun looked at the shocked Long Jiu and buried his head to suppress the strong murderous intention in his heart.
After gathering his emotions, Ziyun raised his head and asked Long Jiu: "Master, what's wrong?"
Long Jiu suddenly withdrew his gaze and stared directly into Ziyun's black eyes. His eyes were sharp and vicious, and he looked straight at Ziyun with seven points of scrutiny and three points of inquiry. It seems like he wants to see through Ziyun.
Fortunately, Ziyun's heart is stronger than that of many women. She is calm and composed, acting in a natural state of ignorance. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes turn innocently and confusedly, and she asks doubtfully: "Master, what's going on?"
Long Jiu knew Ziyun's temperament very well. In addition, after following Long Jiu for so many years, Long Jiu knew him very well. Long Jiu was good at covering up and disguising, so his subordinates naturally learned a lot. Ziyun is so smart, so naturally he is no exception.