As soon as his body was embraced, Ji Jiu stiffened involuntarily. Although there was no disgust in his mind, his body subconsciously recorded the hurt and shame that Yimo had given him on countless nights. He froze in an uncontrollable stalemate, stabbing there abruptly, like a taut straight thorn, stabbing others as well as himself. Yimo's arm stagnated for a moment, and then hugged him even tighter.

Ji Jiu was still motionless, as if he had lost the ability to resist or walk away, Yimo stroked the back of his neck, made him lean on his shoulder, and returned his hands to the same place, wrapping his waist around him, pressing him down. 's back. Using a posture that cannot be rejected, he placed the person in front of him. In the end, this posture solidified and he never moved again.

It was such a hug that made time stagnate, Ji Jiu's stiff muscles became slightly more alive, and the limbs in his arms showed signs of softening. After the whole body was relaxed, Ji Jiu sighed vaguely. So Yimo moved, he turned his face lightly, and his thin lips brushed across his cheek, not so much a kiss as a breeze blowing over the flowers.

Ji Jiu blinked, but felt that such a touch seemed like a fantasy, and could not even tell whether it existed or not. Looking at Yimo, his eyes became a little ignorant.

As if to prove something, Yimo kissed him again, still rubbing his lips lightly, and then immediately retracted, looking at him cautiously.

Ji Jiu's eyes were wide open, and in the cautiously scrutinized line of sight, his body ducked back, as if retreating, but his waist was tightly bound by the hoop, and there was nowhere to retreat, he could only lean back. Yimo leaned forward one point, and he leaned back two points. The snow-white coat was dotted with the continuous moonlight. In Yimo's eyes, this scene was incomparably bright and vivid, and every inch of hair even fluttered in the wind was beating fresh.

Yimo said, "Ji Jiu."

Ji Jiu looked up at the person above, her breathing was messy, she heard him call herself, but couldn't make any response, she just looked like that, looked, stared into the bright and deep eyes of the other party.

Yimo leaned over, hugged his waist steadily, and said seriously, even seriously, "Ji Jiu, you're going to fall."

Ji Jiu snapped back to his senses, and when he turned his head, he realized that he was only a few feet away from the ground. Ji Jiu blushed suddenly, raised his hand and grabbed his shoulder, strangled tightly, and said in a calm voice, "You did it on purpose!"

Yimo did not deny or admit it, a smile flashed in his eyes, and Ji Jiu quickly caught him. Ji Jiu pinched his shoulders, stood up hard, and then glared at him with a blushing face, Yimo was stared, and an old god was there. Ji Jiu didn't think of a way to control him after thinking for a long time. After staying for a long time, he turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, and without bending his body, he raised his wrist in a large arc under the clear moonlight, wiping the face that he had just kissed, once, twice, three times, the range of motion He pulled it so that the people behind him could see what he was doing. After wiping it three times, he continued to move forward, turning the courtyard door, and the snow-white figure disappeared outside the door.

Yimo stood there, looking at the path where the figure had disappeared, and after a while, he turned around, as if muttering to Xiaobao, who was hiding in the room watching the play, "He's gone bad. already."

Little Treasure hurriedly lowered his head and looked at his toes carefully, lest the laughter slip out, and after holding it for a while, he said in a low voice, "You're not much better."

Yimo said "oh" and disappeared.

Ji Jiutong blushed, and she didn't know why she was being teased. She hurriedly returned to the study. As soon as she opened the door, she felt that there was someone in the room.

As soon as the words fell, someone lit the torch, Pingting moved to the table, lit the candle on the table, then turned around, looked at him from a distance and saluted, and whispered: "Husband. "

Ji Jiu stood at the threshold for a moment, then walked over. The husband and wife looked around in the dim light of a candle. Ji Jiu took the cloak from the shelf and wrapped it around her, asking, "How is it so late? Still not resting?"

The woman tightened her cloak, as if afraid of the cold, and sat down. After she sat down, she closed the cloak again, and when she wrapped herself tightly, she raised her face and whispered, "I just came to look for my husband, and my husband is not here. The concubine went to another courtyard...the scenery in the courtyard...is really unique." The voice was low, almost silent.

Ji Jiuyuan still had a blood-colored face, suddenly pale.

"Husband." The woman called out, her eyes full of tenderness in the past were a bit sharper, "Have you seen it, husband?"

Ji Jiu stood at the table, calmed down and replied, "What did you see?"

"Naturally, seeing the wind of broken sleeves, Longyang's addiction!" The woman responded crisply, her tone was sharper than ever before.

Ji Jiu couldn't adapt to her for a while, so she stopped talking.

The woman lowered her head, knowing that her tone was over, and hurriedly slowed down before saying: "When I returned from the garden that year, my husband rejected the daughter of the prime minister and married a daughter of a small family like me, and rumors spread all over the city for a while. I never asked, but today I want to ask my husband, why don’t you marry the golden branches and jade leaves of the prime minister, but you want to marry me?”

Ji Jiu frowned slightly and replied, "Why, I want to marry you when I marry you."

The woman smiled, "My husband lied."

"Um?"

"My husband once said that there is no way to make peace with Xiangguo. As soon as Ji's family is prosperous, he will be opposed to him for a day." The woman said: "My husband is worried about marrying Xiangguo's daughter, which will lead to disaster. It is also because my husband is arrogant. , their talkative husband doesn't like it, but he wants to show it to them, so regardless of the obstacles, he insists on marrying me."

Ji Jiu raised her eyebrows, and although she didn't nod her head, she never shook her head. In fact, this is indeed the case. The emperor is in the court, and the court and opposition are divided into two major parties, fighting against each other. The emperor looks at it from the top, not worried. If the Ji family, who has a lot of troops in their hands, and Chen Xiangguo get married, and the two factions become one party, the king will have trouble sleeping and eating. At that time, neither family can escape a bloodbath. So he rejected the Chen family's marriage, and only married a little-known daughter from a small family.

Although it is a small family, its ancestors were also officials and nobles, but unfortunately it fell down, guarding a desolate old house and living a poor life. He insisted on marrying her into his home, and although he was criticized as being inappropriate, he didn't think it was a bad idea. Afraid of people talking, he is not Ji Jiu. This gesture is to be made and shown to those who should see it-he Ji Jiuning married Xiaojiabiyu, not the daughter of Xiangguo! Since then, the old grievances of the Ji Chen family have added a new hatred. The emperor was very happy to hear about this. He even came out to round up the event. He personally ordered the marriage to Miss Chen's family, and gave many gifts. The Chen family had a wedding banquet. Infinite scenery.

Compared with the simple wedding banquet on the day of Ji Jiu's wedding, the bride's family reluctantly put together a dowry of ten lifts, don't know how many times more beautiful.

Ji Jiu remembered the past, her expression relaxed a little, and a hint of a smile appeared. The woman looked at it, smiled and said in a low voice, "The husband in the eyes of the concubine is upright, fearless and fearless, not to mention gossip? Now, the husband will also use the momentum of marrying me back then to announce to the world. ——Has General Ji cut his sleeves from now on?!" Her tone became aggravated here, out of anger.

"Three years of marriage, the concubine said that if the husband is lonely outside, and whoever falls in love with his daughter, just say a word, the concubine will never stop her, let her wait by the husband's side, and come back home later, the concubine will also I will treat her like a sister. My husband doesn't want her, and she is not allowed to mention it again." The lady stood up and said word by word, "If your husband really likes it, even if ten or eight marry him and come home, the concubines will have a good life. Wait, keep the family safe, and let the husband worry-free. But that is a man, how did the concubine let him live in the inner courtyard? How to treat him like a sister? How to bring him to face relatives and friends? How to lead him to worship his ancestors?!"

The last sentence was almost hysterical. The fingers holding the silk handkerchief were white at the roots, and the silk turquoise blue silk handkerchief was creased abruptly.

Ji Jiu stood motionless.

There was no expression on his face, he just stood, like a rock, still beaten by wind and rain, and did not move at all.

Before the fury of his wife, his calmness seemed eerie and unpredictable, and his eyes were deep and deep, like the eyes of a thousand years of cold pools, he could see the anger and fierceness of his wife, and he did not respond at all.

In front of such a strange calm, the woman suddenly lost her voice. After venting her anger, all that was left was the fear of this icy rock-like man. She respected him, from beginning to end. as she loves him.

Between them, first from respect, turned into love.

When something happens, awe always prevails in the end.

I don't know how long, the lights on the table exploded, "Bi Pei", suddenly deafening in the dead air. Madam was startled for a moment, and when she met those dark eyes, she subconsciously called out, "Husband?"

Ji Jiu looked at her, her face was still calm, but a huge wave had already set off in her heart, but it was precisely because the wave was so big that it soaked his face, so he became more and more calm.

"Madam." Ji Jiu finally spoke up, her voice slightly hoarse due to the long silence, and said lightly, "You think too much."

The lady was stunned.

"What did you see tonight?" Ji Jiu turned away, looked at the silently burning flames on the table, and whispered, "I've been in the room tonight and haven't gone anywhere."

The lady was still stunned on the spot and did not speak.

"It's cold, you came to bring me fresh soup, you just came." Ji Jiu glanced at the cold porcelain bowl on the table and smiled, "You, you didn't see anything."

Turning his face, he met the woman's gaze again, and his tone became stronger, both promise and sullen, "You told a story. It was an absurd story, and it couldn't happen. Nothing happened, Madam understands. Is it?" His tone focused on the word "understand".

Madam returned to her senses, and then she could hear clearly, paused briefly, nodded and said, "Understood." Then she said, "My husband said this, and the concubine will be relieved."

"It's late at night, Madam, go back to rest." Ji Jiu said, her tone was calm, as light as white water, she stated without concern, and could not be refused and discussed.

Madam stood, turned to put away the porcelain bowl on the table, and said softly, "Since your husband has drunk the soup, let's rest early."

The door opened and closed again. The lady poured the cool fresh soup in the bowl outside the door, and the slight sound of splashing water seemed to remind the person in the room that the words she said were like splashed water. Once she agreed, she would do it.

Ji Jiu closed the doors and windows, and went back to the bed with a blank face. Just after the quilt was covered, there was a person standing beside the bed.

Ji Jiu closed her eyes and calmly gave two words: go out.