Hong Jiu took off her clothes, revealing her upper body covered with scars. Feng Xi'er's eyes widened in shock, and she felt so distressed that she gently touched the scars with her hands. These scars seemed to have been there for a long time, and they were densely packed. There were no scars on her entire back. An inch of skin is good, ugly and hideous, very scary. Feng Xi'er could not have imagined that Hong Jiu had such an unparalleled face, and who would have expected that she would have such hideous scars on her body. She didn't know if there were any scars on her lower body, and her heart was full of heartache.
"Don't worry, Xi, my lower body is still intact and not burned out. I'm still a normal man." Hong Jiu actually laughed and teased herself.
But in Feng Xi'er's opinion, Ah Jiu's smile was uglier than crying. How desperate do you have to be to dare to laugh and cry
Feng Xi'er pressed her face against Hong Jiu's back, feeling the roughness of the scar rubbing against her tender skin. She couldn't imagine the pain and despair that Ah Jiu felt when she was burned.
"Who is it? Who set you on fire?" Feng Xi'er asked angrily. The face is almost distorted.
Hong Jiu put on her clothes, took Feng Xi'er into her arms, rested her chin on her head, and said softly, "Don't worry, Xi. It's all over, and I've gotten over it too."
Seeing that Hong Jiu didn't want to mention the sad past, Feng Xi'er suppressed the curiosity in her heart and stopped asking. She just wanted to know and asked again: "Ah Jiu, how did you get through it?"
Hong Jiu did not hide anything, and truthfully told Feng Xi'er the dark years after being burned by the fire. Feng Xi'er murmured and repeated Hong Jiu's words: "You spent a whole morning soaking in the West Lake in the cold weather? What more? Taking medicinal baths every day?... I'm sorry Ah Jiu, I can't bear it with you."
Hong Jiuyun smiled lightly and caressed Feng Xi'er's hair lovingly, "I survived, and now that I have you, I am very satisfied."
Feng Xi'er smiled knowingly, she would accompany Ah Jiu.
"Axi, come here, I'll teach you how to play the piano." Hongjiu pulled Feng Xi'er to the guqin, and Feng Xi'er sat obediently on the stone bench. Hongjiu hugged her from behind, leaned over and put his chin on Feng Xi'er's right cheek, wrapped his palms around Feng Xi'er's little hand and placed it on the strings.
Feng Xi'er thought of a guzheng song that she liked to listen to in modern times, and was pleasantly surprised. She turned her head and raised her head, only to meet Hong Jiu's affectionate eyes. The two people were nose to nose, and Feng Xi'er turned her face away. In an instant, her soft lips swept across Hong Jiu's cheek. Hong Jiu's body trembled, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal lust. Feng Xi'er blinked her eyes in confusion, her long eyelashes flickering innocently. Like a lost deer. Cute and charming.
Hong Jiu suppressed the heat in her heart and said softly: "Don't move."
Feng Xi'er bit her lip in embarrassment and said, "I have a song in my heart that I want to play."
"What song?" Hongjiu asked. He reached out and touched Feng Xi'er's pink lips, and said with endearment, "Don't bite, it will hurt."
Hong Jiu's voice was so ecstatic, with a powerful yet invisible allure, that Feng Xi'er felt as if she was being narcotized. Don't dare to move.
The nervous Feng Xi'er pretended to be calm and cleared her throat, "Don't lose, don't forget..." Because she couldn't remember the song, Feng Xi'er replaced it with "la". She remembered the tune clearly, and "Zigula" became half of the song.
Hong Jiu held Feng Xi's hands and slowly plucked the strings. The tunes were similar and not much different. Feng Xi'er smiled in surprise and looked into Hong Jiu's doting eyes, "Ah Jiu, you play so beautifully."
"The melody is very good, where did Axi hear it from?" Hong Jiu asked curiously.
Feng Xi'er rolled her eyes guiltily, wondering whether she should tell Ah Jiu about the time travel.
Hong Jiu saw through Feng Xi'er's guilty conscience at a glance and said, "Axi, I'm curious, where did you learn the dances you taught them, and how did you come up with those stories?"
When a man and a woman are together, the most important thing is to be honest with each other. Feng Xi'er decided to tell Hong Jiu the truth: "Ah Jiu, you will find it incredible when I say it, but it does exist. I... traveled from a century after a thousand years. The one who came here is actually dead when I blocked the sword for Long Qi, and now I have traveled through time and space to become the eldest lady. The stories I dance and tell and the songs I hum now are all from my time. … Do you believe what I’m saying?”
Feng Xi'er thought that Ah Jiu would look at her in disbelief, but no, Ah Jiu opened her mouth and asked: "You mean, you don't want to block Long Qi's sword?" Her tone and expression were filled with uncontrollable surprise. .
Feng Xi'er remembered that the master's blocking of Long Qi's sword had alarmed the entire dynasty. Ah Jiu must have known about it too. Now that she and Ah Jiu were together, she must make this issue clear, otherwise Ah Jiu would definitely mind.
Feng Xi'er nodded firmly, looked into Hong Jiu's eyes frankly and sincerely, and said swornly: "The me before is dead, and now I am the real me, the one who loves Ah Jiu."
Hong Jiu was overjoyed. Although he really couldn't believe what A Xi said about time travel, he believed that A Xi would not lie to him.
Hong Jiu was in a great mood and played several brisk tunes in succession. Feng Xier looked at Ah Jiu lowering his head to play, and felt more and more similar to Prince Nine, and couldn't help but said: "Ah Jiu, you and Prince Nine are so similar. , you are both called Ah Jiu, you both play the piano very well, and you have also experienced a fire, but Prince Ninth is not as lucky as you. Fortunately, Ah Jiu, you did not burn your face... "
Feng Xi'er didn't doubt Hong Jiu because she felt that Hong Jiu would not deceive her, and she also believed that the world was full of wonders and even history had many amazing similarities. ha).
In comparison, there are also people who have experienced the same thing. So it won't feel weird.
Hong Jiu's heart trembled. If one day she knew that Long Jiu was Hong Jiu, would she forgive him for his deception
Feng Xi'er's words made Hong Jiu couldn't help but ask, "If I were also disfigured and disabled, would A Xi still love me?"
"I will..." Feng Xi'er blurted out her words and grabbed Hong Jiu's hand anxiously, her firm eyes already showing her intention.
It is difficult for some people to fall in love with someone. Once they fall in love, they will be unable to extricate themselves. The love of a lifetime can only be given to one person. Feng Xi'er longs for such love because she also firmly adheres to this principle. She was not able to be with A in her previous life. Jiu Xiyuan, met Hong Jiu in this life, and finally tasted such love as he wished.
I am afraid of being misunderstood by the other person, and I am also afraid of misunderstanding the other person. I am most afraid of this in love, because not trusting someone is more uncomfortable than killing the other person.
Feng Xi'er looked directly into Hong Jiu's eyes and said, "I love you. I just love you as a person. It has nothing to do with anything."
Feng Xi'er is not good at talking about love, she just expresses her true inner thoughts.
Feng Xi'er herself doesn't know why she likes Hong Jiu, but the feeling of heartbeat is very clear. She is not happy when Ah Jiu is not happy, and she is happy when Ah Jiu is happy. She will be shy when facing Ah Jiu. Feng Xi'er thought that maybe there is no reason to like someone, as long as you know the feeling of heartbeat. enough.
Hong Jiu smiled happily and satisfied, holding Feng Xi'er's face and leaving a light kiss on her forehead.
Feng Xi'er lowered her eyebrows and smiled shyly. She really wanted to live a sweet life with Hong Jiu like this, but Ah Jiu said that she had the original intention of staying in Jiuzhong Tower, and her identity as the eldest lady was too disturbing. She thought of when she entered the palace. When the emperor looked at Long Qi and her, Feng Xi'er felt vaguely uneasy.