With a "squeak", the door opened.
Jin Siyu hugged Wang Shaoyao and stepped into the door.
The study room was originally lit with porcelain beauty lamps, which shrouded the interior in bright light and shadow.
The door opened, and a man with a gentle temperament came in with a smile in his arms, holding a woman who was as frail as a feather.
His hands are supporting her back and knees, her posture is gentle, her head is resting on his chest, her long skirt is hanging down, and his cloak is covering her body, her posture of raising her head slightly and smiling at each other is like A flower that was almost broken by the wind was carried in the warm sun of his eyes.
Jin Siyu carried her all the way to the beauty's couch in front of the bookshelf, spread out the cloak first, then put her on the beauty's couch, and then took the brocade mattress to cover her, as if he was afraid that her pillow would be uncomfortable, almost For the first time, I adjusted the pillow part of the movable beauty couch for her, and she was softly at her mercy, with clear and casual eyes.
Looking through the gap in the tent behind the bookshelf, according to Jin Siyu's eyes, his eyes sparkled in the candlelight, seeing her tender and focused.
If it weren't for the guards on the third floor and the third floor, the endless temptations, and the restraint who might have placed it on her—this is really a pair of men and women who seem to have a deep affection.
Under the candlelight, Jin Siyu carefully arranged her hair, and carefully pulled out the long black hair into a bunch from her back, and hung it under the couch so as not to be crushed.
The beauty couch has always been placed in front of the bookshelf. Jin Siyu likes to read on the couch after picking up books. Her long hair is like flowing water, and the long tail of her hair has been dragging to the ground.
He was behind the bookshelf, between the tents, and stared at the long hair through the gaps in the books.
The long hair is very beautiful, thin and smooth like running water. He looked at the hair in a daze, remembering that since we met, he rarely met her with her hair in a girly way—she always wears men's clothes, servants, students, official clothes, and light clothes The young and important minister with a slow belt... There are many sides, all of which are brilliant and brilliant young people with outstanding intelligence, and none of which are not her now.
Soft and light, open in the arms of other men.
There was wind leaking in through the crack of the window, blowing the ends of her hair like a dream. He remembered that when he first met her, her hair was dripping with water and she was holding it in her hand. She was holding her hair wet, standing halfway in the lake water, looking at it with mist. with him.
At that time, it was radiant and jet-black, the most exquisite black silk, and now the hair is still long, but the luster at the end of the hair is a bit dull, and it has been injured for a long time. Although her makeup is thinner, the fluttering hair still reveals her beauty. of weakness.
Some of the longest hairs swayed slightly, as if he could grab them if he stretched out his hand, but he was silent in the shadows, not to mention his fingers, he didn't even move his breath.
Immature harvesting will only destroy the flowers on the branches.
"Shao Yaoer." Sitting behind the desk on the other side, Jin Siyu called her softly, and said, "I will deal with today's documents first, and you will take a rest when you are tired."
Hearing the name gave him a chill—Shao Yao, thanks to her for being able to name it.
"Hmm." She answered tactfully, with a slightly raised end, brisk and well-behaved, "Can I read the books on the shelf?"
He raised his eyebrows behind the bookshelf—this woman had never spoken to him in such a tone, either she was business-like and serious, or she had a fake smile on her face that seemed close to the truth.
"Ren Qing chooses." Jin Siyu smiled and buried his head in the pile of documents.
She was half lying down, looking at the books on the shelf, and from his angle, she was seeing her face.
Seeing the scar on her forehead, seeing the bruise between her brows, seeing her pale complexion covered up by makeup, who didn't like makeup, she was as thin as a sheet of paper, and the peerless famous doctor was by her side every day for long-term recuperation and treatment, but she didn't feel any pain. Can make her get better quickly.
She was so seriously ill, he couldn't help thinking for a while, the poison in the army rations must have been removed by Zong Chen, but the redness between her brows showed that she had other symptoms, and the poison must have caused her old illness to flare up , but judging from Zong Chen's appearance, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he must not be in danger of his life.
Although I wondered if she was drugged by Jin Siyu, but with the descendants of the Xuanyuan family, there is no need to worry about it.
It's just that in this state, it's very difficult to bring her out of this dragon's pool and tiger's lair intact. No wonder Zong Chen Gu Nanyi is clearly beside her, and there has been no movement until now.
He leaned against the wall, clasped a protrusion next to the bookshelf with his fingers, and watched her movements intently.
She stretched out her hand to choose a book on the bookshelf, her sleeves were extremely long to cover her fingers, her hand clicked row by row on the bookshelf, and suddenly stopped at one position.
There is a "Dayue General Canon", which is a collection of classics, history, astronomy and geography. Each volume is as thick as a palm. The book is blocking his face. The curtain covered it, but once the light and shadow came through, it was easy to reveal the outline of his face.
The finger stopped there, without hesitation, and slowly pulled it out.
He smiled bitterly silently.
"Which one do you want to read?" Jin Siyu turned around and saw it, and said, "It's too heavy, let me carry it for you." He said and walked over.
"Oh." She looked up and stopped her hand, "You reminded me, it's really too heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it after I take it, so let's change it."
"Okay." Jin Siyu walked away, took a copy of "Selected Words" from the bookshelf next door, and said with a smile: "You women, look at this cultivated temperament."
She smiled, and gave Jin Siyu a white look, "Are you implying that I have no temperament?"
Jin Siyu smiled without saying a word, with a gentle expression on his face.
She didn't ask any further questions, she pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were full of mist under the shadow of the lamp.
Like a child flirting and scolding, the gentle breath in the air is flowing.
He suddenly felt sore in his heart.
She had never smiled at him like this, never approached him like this, even if it was fake, it didn't seem like she had.
But she had already laid down leisurely, flipping through the "Selected Words" one by one, chanting non-stop, as if she was very addicted, when he watched, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, thinking about this Women are the most noble natural actors in the world, no matter what is true or false, they can do everything well—he remembers that she clearly said that the way of poetry is a trivial skill, and careful words and sentences constrain people's soul, and being too obsessed will only make people more pedantic, so on weekdays She doesn't read these, it's for hypnosis.