Sometimes Feng Zhiwei really feels sorry for the courier in the organization who is responsible for delivering the letters from the Xiliang Imperial Capital—traveling thousands of miles to death and breaking his leg, just because of these few unshakable words.
It is easy for Feng Zhiwei to mark his letters: miss you 1, miss you 2, miss you 3, and so on.
The grapes have not been eaten yet, and they splash in the well water every day. Young Master Gu's letter is highly marked to seventeen, and she received another strange gift. The gift itself is nothing special. It is still a fruit, a fruit produced in the south. But the person who gave the gift was quite special - Lu Zhiyan, the young prince of Changning.
After Lu Zhiyan intercepted the regent queen that day, he quickly left Xiliang, and Feng Zhiwei still had two IOUs from him, so he was not worried about his refusal, but when it came to the intersection of the two in Xiliang, But it's really not happy, what kind of gift is this? Could it be a thunderbolt wrapped in a fruit coat? Feng Zhiwei stared at the neatly wrapped fruit, and felt that it seemed too big. When she opened it, she saw a pile of extremely huge papayas, each of which was round and plump, with a piece of paper attached between the papayas.
Feng Zhiwei opened the note, and there was Lu Zhiyan's handwriting on the note, which was as agile as himself, every stroke seemed to fly out of the paper, but there were only a few numbers.
After Feng Zhiwei glanced at her, she twisted her nose in anger.
"The beauty gave me Qiongju, and I will repay it with papaya. This is the best papaya in the south. It has a miraculous effect on breast enlargement. Your breasts are pitiful. Don't destroy them any more."
For the first time in her life, Feng Zhiwei couldn't control her emotions, and slashed the little prince's note to pieces.
After she was done, she still wanted to trample on the papaya, and thinking about why she couldn't get along with the melon, she ordered people to transport the papaya to the well, and was ready to eat it again. The more hatred she had, the more she wanted to destroy it quickly.
While waiting for the papaya to cool off, she calmly ordered her subordinates to visit the Guangji grocery store more often if they had nothing to do, so that Ninetowns soldiers and horses would often go to care about it, and by the way, also care about the business of "Shuangxi Bank"-Guangji grocery store is just a Lu Zhiyan's half-hidden and half-revealed stronghold, the latter is his real secret to connect the world, Feng Zhiwei took it back with a papaya as a warning - don't think I don't know about your hidden power and source of income.
The papayas were rolling by the well, with a strong aroma, Feng Zhiwei resentfully grabbed one and threw it into the well, but instead of hearing the expected plop into the water, he heard a laughing "Ouch."
As soon as Feng Zhiwei heard the voice, he knew that a guy who frequently drilled wells had come again recently. He quickly stood up and was about to clean up the pile of papayas, but Ning Yi had already appeared with a smile on his head, with a grape in his mouth. Holding a papaya, he ate the grapes and said, "It tastes good, and this melon looks good too."
Feng Zhiwei blushed when she saw him holding a papaya in one hand, and quickly reached out to snatch it. Ning Yi put his hand away and hid the melon behind his back, turned his head to look at her carefully, and said, "Hey, I'll take two of you. Papaya, why are you blushing? Do you feel distressed? There are only two melons, why are you getting more and more stingy the more you live?"
He rubbed the two melons back and forth, smelled them carefully, and said appreciatively: "It's from the south, it's rare, it's very fresh, and the variety is good."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him with a serious face, thinking that this distinguished person had been growing up in the Imperial Capital, he probably didn't know about the so-called magical effects of papaya, his face looked a little better, he cleared his throat and smiled, "No, this melon hasn't been washed yet, I'm afraid you'll get sick after eating."
Ning Yi put the papaya aside, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's rare that you care about me so much, I'll give you one in return." He picked up a bunch of grapes, peeled them with his own hands, put them to her lips, and said, "Come on. "
Under the starlight, his eyebrows are beautiful, and his eyes are shining brightly. Feng Zhiwei is facing his upside-down face. She just feels that masculinity is indeed a kind of oppression sometimes. She quickly turns her eyes away and reaches out to pick it up, but Ning Yi said, : "You didn't wash your hands, mouth it."
Feng Zhiwei felt something was wrong when she heard the phrase "mouth to come", and was about to stare at him, but Ning Yi had already gently rubbed the grapes on her lips, and the crystal clear grape juice stained her lips, making her lips brightly colored. Ning Yi smiled and said: "Don't open your mouth? Okay, let me taste whether it's sweet or not." As he spoke, he wanted to come closer.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, and immediately opened his mouth quickly, and swallowed the grape in one gulp, almost choking, Ning Yi scraped her lips with his fingers, and said with a smile, "That's good." The finger with the grape juice was brought to his lips, and he gently sucked it.
It doesn't matter that he sucks the juice, but he tilts his head slightly while sucking, and looks at Feng Zhiwei with a smile. At this moment, his smile is charming and rippling, and his aura is completely different from the elegance and dignity in the daytime, just like a mandala blooming in demon red at midnight , flowing silky long, swaying and fragrant.
When Feng Zhiwei met such a smile, she threw away her helmet and armor in an instant. If it wasn't for the cover of the lush flowers and trees here at the beginning of night, her burning face would definitely not be able to hide it.
I had no choice but to grab all the grapes quickly to avoid this person molesting her again. Ning Yi didn't fight her, and let her snatch all the grapes in her hands. When she grabbed a bunch of grapes and was about to eat them, he smiled and said, "Just now I I'll peel and eat for you, and it's your turn."
Feng Zhiwei touched her face, glanced at him, and said in a gentle voice: "Okay..." Slowly peeled a grape, and the crystal grapes were juicy and trembling between her snow-white fingers. He tore off the last bit of skin, and was about to squeeze the grape onto someone's face, but Ning Yi, who was sitting next to him at the mouth of the well, suddenly approached his face.
At this moment, she just squeezed her hand, and the grapes splashed out, right between his lips, Ning Yi took a mouthful, and even sucked her fingers into it.
Feng Zhiwei hurriedly twitched her finger, but the man lightly bit her, and his face was slightly raised from a position lower than hers, with a pair of rippling and smiling eyes approaching. Seeing that look, Feng Zhiwei once again She blushed in disbelief, feeling that it was dishonest for him to hold her fingers in her mouth. Her hand couldn't help trembling, and she pulled it out regardless of the possibility of being bitten.
However, Ning Yi immediately let her go, Feng Zhiwei pulled out her finger, and saw a clear tooth mark in the corner of her eyes, blushing, but still pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't wash my hands." I just washed my hands by the well, hoping to use the cold well water to calm the dryness on my face.
Ning Yi didn't say anything, and said leisurely: "You are unkempt, I don't mind." After looking at her for a long time, he suddenly pulled her hand, and said: "Have you finished washing? Are you afraid of peeling your hands after washing?"