The person he imprisoned didn't know what he was thinking.
He grumbled uncomfortably, stretched out a hand from the brocade quilt, wiped his nose randomly with the back of his hand, turned over, and fell asleep again.
With her eyes locked tightly and her back turned to her, Ji Ciyan held her forehead and sighed, why is it so difficult to hold her to sleep?
Now that he had fully experienced the unbearable feeling of itching in his heart, he clasped her shoulders.
Ji Ciyan raised her body and turned over her, being careful not to crush her.
The rain hit the plantains in the courtyard, and the fragrance of earth spread in the air.
Su Yu sent away the maids waiting at the door holding umbrellas.
"You guys go down first."
"Yes, Master Su" Su Yu looked at the closed door with a hint of melancholy in his eyes, "Your Highness, I hope your wishes for her will come true in this life."
After thinking about it, he turned around and went back to his house.
There were people walking in twos and threes on the street, and the vendors who had gotten up early to set up stalls quickly wrapped up their belongings and ran back, shouting.
Wearing plain white cassocks and wearing monk shoes, Ji Cangyue quickly crossed the street, and her hurried figure soon disappeared at the entrance of the street.
"woke up" Feng Fuyao smiled and patted Ji Ciyan's fairy-like face, which was as white as jade.
She could see him the first moment she opened her eyes every morning.
It was really a kind of happiness that was difficult to express.
"Good morning, fairy man."
He was already used to the fact that she often made surprising remarks and made up her own words.
In order to prevent her from escaping from his arms again, Ji Ciyan had no choice but to hug her tightly and not let go.
She didn't know if she was infected or if it rained, she would fall asleep a lot.
He, who had always had a very accurate schedule, woke up late for the first time.
His voice was a bit low when he first woke up, but it did not hinder the sweetness of his voice.
"Yeah, Ann."
In the past, when Feng Fuyao woke up, he would usually be fully dressed, but now he only wore a pair of undershirt, with the collar open a little, and the charming scenery inside could be vaguely seen.
The uneven collarbone was extremely sexy, and even the top and bottom The sliding Adam's apple, now in her eyes, is full of temptation.
Regardless of whether she has washed up or not, she just wants to pay attention to him now.
It seems that she is stronger this morning, not just for men, but now it seems that women are the same.
Slowly propped up his body, closed his eyes, and took the initiative to put his lips up.
Ji Ciyan smiled and accepted it happily.
This little bad girl still has some conscience.
"Your Highness, the Eighth Prince is here."
Putting down her chopsticks, Ji Ciyan slowly wiped her lower lip and said, "Bring Brother Bago over here.
Come and prepare a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The wind and rain are swaying, and the scenery is lingering.
Ji Cangyue walked in the rain without holding an umbrella.
Fortunately, her cassock was thick enough, but her head was soaked thoroughly by the rain, and the rainwater like a trickling stream gathered on her chiseled handsome face.
"Amitabha, long time no see, ninth brother."
Ji Cangyue stood at the door with her hands clasped together.
Feng Fuyao usually wore men's clothing, but when he saw Ji Cangyue who looked like a drowned rat, she snorted unkindly.
This was the first time Ji Cangyue saw Feng Fuyao since they left the palace.
She was really surprised to see her and Ji Ciyan eating at the same table.
Ji Ciyan stood up and said, "Bago, sit down quickly and have some breakfast."
Ji Cangyue nodded and did not refuse.
At this time, the maid just brought the bowls and chopsticks.
Feng Fuyao added another mouthful of food and said, "Let's get another face towel."
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"Yes, Mr.
Fuyao."
After sitting down, Ji Cangyue's slightly pale face became more vivid.
Wipe your face well.
Ji Ciyan rolled up her sleeves and asked Ji Cangyue, "Brother Bage, why are you here today?"
"Catch monsters."
His eyebrows were light, and there was a hint of justice and peace in his expression.
Feng Fuyao took a few glances at him and could not help but associate him with the old monster.
"Which temple will the Eighth Prince rest in?"
Regarding Feng Fuyao, Ji Cangyue didn't have any opinions of her own except for some of the rhetoric that everyone in the world knew.
Besides, Feng Fuyao didn't do anything to leave an overly impressive impression in front of him.
Even if she did, even that time she made an impression at the banquet.
That woman is laughing, right?
Therefore, he had no special opinion about Feng Fuyao, so he answered truthfully to her active inquiry, "Lead the Buddhist Temple."
Pfft, how about such a coincidence?
Wiping her mouth, she looked at him a few more times.
There are thousands of monks out there, but it is not easy for a monk to come out who looks so similar to the old weirdo.
"What's wrong?
Is something wrong?"
Ji Cangyue didn't understand why she had such a reaction.
"It's nothing, myna, please eat quickly, otherwise the porridge will get cold."
He nodded.
He hadn't eaten for a long time.
He stopped looking at Feng Fuyao and ate in a hurry.
When there are outsiders, Ji Ciyan still can't show anything unusual about her teenage appearance.
They just give her a warning look, don't be too arrogant.
When Feng Fuyao lowered his head, he quietly glared back, "What?"
Ji Ciyan smiled and thought she wanted to go.
Holding the jade chopsticks, she was very angry that he played with her so early in the morning.
A light rain fell in the suburbs, and the carrion in the mass graves was washed white by the rain.
The place where flies usually have the most flies became a lot cleaner because of this rain. squeak, squeak, squeak There was a sound of mice squealing from underground.
Just by listening to the sound alone, you could tell how many mice were there.
After a while, the rain became heavier and started to fall sparsely.
This cry was not covered up but took advantage of the momentum.
It seemed that there was a lineup of thousands of troops and horses, rushing towards this place.
In a moment, several holes were broken out from the uneven ground, and rats of all kinds swarmed up.
The speed is like water flowing, one after another.
"Shhh" The last one to rush out was a much larger rat.
The rat is like the general here, with its huge body standing slightly upright like a human being.
Instructing them to eat quickly, the mouse finally stood upright on two feet as if it didn't want to see this scene.
When rats pass by, all the carrion will be removed.
Looking at the city area from a distance, the rat leader bared his yellowed fangs, his shiny fur stood upright, Feng Fuyao, tonight is the day you die.
Tonight, I want to see whether you have three heads and six arms or whether you are a god.
Haha, It's your time to die As for the Ninth Prince's Mansion, thousands of miles away, a delicate and compact carriage stopped in front of the door, "But the Ninth Prince's Mansion has arrived."
Someone asked in the car, the voice was clear.
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The driver picked up his whip and bowed respectfully to the inside of the car, "Yes."
"Princess, the Ninth Prince's Mansion has arrived, let's get out of the car quickly."
"Um" subsequently He picked up the curtain and got out of the car.
After jumping out of the car, he respectfully took out the small bench.
The boy beside him looked proud.
Hey, who can live like him?
Their princess will never look down on them.
These servants are not like other masters who have to step on someone's back to get out of the car.
The delicate hands are graceful and the plain white gauze sleeves are slightly swaying.
From these hands alone, you can see how beautiful this woman's skin is.
"Princess, please slow down," he reminded him worriedly.
Three thousand hanging beads hang from the blue silk, the skirt of snow-spun fine gauze floats on the ground, the beautiful eyes are long and jade-like, and the charming smile is like a flower face.
The beauty stepped on the ground and frowned lightly, "Ah, Cheng, why didn't you knock on the door?"
Although she meant to complain, her voice was so melodious that it could attract fish to listen.
The boy scratched his head in embarrassment, wanting to slap himself in the mouth.
He looked at the beauty apologetically, "Young man, go here, little boy, go right now."
The woman smiled with her lips covered, and her temper was like a clear cloud, which could be blown away by a gust of wind, "Go quickly."
"Yes, yes" ,, However, this side The table finally finished breakfast amidst the hustle and bustle of the war.
Ji Ciyan took the tea and tasted it slowly, then gently gave Su Yu, who was standing guard by the side, a look.
Su Yuxin understood and went out.
Looking at the increasingly gray sky, he frowned and had a bad feeling.
However, on second thought, there was nothing special happening recently.
He must have been worrying too much.
Shaking his head, he laughed to himself, opened his umbrella and walked into the wind and rain.
"When will Ninth Brother return to China?"
Ji Cangyue took a closer look at the similarities with Ji Ciyan.
Feng Fuyao casually leaned on the back of the chair, tilted her head to the side, and compared boringly.
"I'll be back soon."
Ji Cangyue nodded.
Although Ji Ciyan was a few months younger than him, and although he was in a place of Buddhism, he still couldn't feel the loving feeling towards Ji Ciyan that he felt for his younger brother.
I thought he didn't feel that Ji Ciyan was a conscientious person.
This feeling does not appear only during a certain period of time, but has been present since childhood.
"Oh, I also heard that someone saw you yesterday.
After asking about it, I came here to have a look."
Turning her eyes, Ji Ciyan glanced at Feng Fuyao coolly, "What are you looking at?"
Being brought back by his voice, Feng Fuyao changed to a more comfortable position and said, "It's nothing, it's just a riddle."
It's true, it wasn't someone else who inspired her, it was this little monk.
Su Yu held the tray in his hand and the umbrella was taken by the maid.
When he entered the room, he saw the stunning young man in red with half of his body nestled in the chair.
He was leaning on the armrest on one side.
His expression was a little dull, but very cute.
At this time, Su Yu naturally didn't have this kind of expression, which is what later generations would say is that he is naturally cute when he stays in the depths.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly at the door?"
A cool cold wind spread from inside the house.
To be precise, it came from His Highness.
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The slanting rain was unstoppable along the way.
Most of Suyu's trousers were wet.
Now being looked at like this, Rao Even he couldn't help but shudder.
Putting the grapes next to Feng Fuyao, he stood back to Ji Ciyan's side honestly.
He picked up the tea and took a sip, "What riddle?"
Feng Fuyao glanced at her fairy boy and recited a joke that she heard in her previous life, which was not a riddle, "It looks like a fool from a distance, it looks like a gourd from a distance, and it looks like a gourd from a close distance." , take a closer look, guess what it is.”
After she finished speaking, everyone present was stunned for a moment.
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