Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 465 You Love Him, But I Love You
"You marry me, I don't marry a wife."

The young man stood in the bamboo forest, his appearance was as handsome as spring flowers and autumn moon.

Danfeng's eyes are full of sincerity.

Su Jiu knew that Xie Rongjing was telling the truth, and believed that he could do it.

but……

If you don't like it, you don't like it.

I didn't like it when I was young, and I still don't like it when I grow up.

The girl frowned, trying to organize euphemistic words, before opening her mouth, Xie Rongjing's hand gently covered her lips.

"Don't say it."

He hoarse.

Su Jiu was silent.

Xie Rongjing slowly put down his hand, "As long as you don't say it, I still feel that I still have a chance. Su Jiu, don't say it... Never say it."

He turned around and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The wind in late spring passes through the forest, blowing down a few green bamboo leaves.

Su Jiu lowered his eyes and tightly grabbed the tie of the cloak.

She didn't understand Xie Rongjing.

Knowing that there is no chance, no possibility, why continue to insist?
Just like she did to Xiao Tingchen, she liked him but couldn't forgive him.

She clearly knew that she and Xiao Tingchen were not the same.

She knew it was impossible for them to be together, so she resolutely let go and chose Rong Zheng.

What's the point of insisting on something impossible?
She couldn't figure it out.

……

On the emperor's birthday, he led civil and military officials to Zhenguo Temple to pray for blessings.

Su Jiu nestled quietly in the small monastery, only burning incense and reading, completely isolating himself from the world.

She thought that such excitement had nothing to do with her, but she didn't expect that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was so grand that it lasted into the night.

The nearby small Buddhist temples were bustling, obviously full of civil and military officials and their families.

When she was sitting under the lamp embroidering a small purse, Xie Rongjing suddenly came.

She got up and was a little embarrassed when facing him, "...Come in and sit?"

Xie Rongjing was wearing thin armor and stood outside the threshold, "I came to say goodbye to you, so I won't go in and sit down."

"bid farewell?"

"Qin Tianjian gave the auspicious day for the crown prince to accept the concubine. The time is running out. The emperor ordered me to go back to the south of the Yangtze River immediately to pick Zhao Wuyang into Chang'an."

Su Jiu nodded.

She took out a peace talisman, "I asked for it in the temple, and I will give it to you."

Xie Rongjing took it, but stopped talking.

Su Jiu hesitated to send him to the gate of the small monastery, but he suddenly turned around, "Su Xiaojiu."

"Ok?"

"My brother was actually killed by someone."

Su Jiu was stunned.

Xie Rongjing's eyes were deep, and he left the temple in a hurry without revealing too much to her.

The girl stood alone in the night wind, looking at the brightly lit Daxiong Palace in the distance, she suddenly felt a chill.

original,

Chang'an is not as peaceful as she imagined.

The world is not the prosperous and prosperous world she imagined.

She looked at the luxuriant vegetation in the corner of the yard, and suddenly missed Jiangnan.

If she can marry Rong Zheng, she must take him to the south of the Yangtze River to see Jinling Academy, Bird Clothes Lane and Laurel Tree.

Thinking of this, suddenly there was an arrogant shout from a distance:
"Su wine!"

She looked up and saw a person wearing a red dress with exquisite makeup and holding a long and thin whip. It was Rong Yao.

Rong Yao approached, raised his brows and said: "Zhen Guo Temple is built on the mountainside, and it's very cold at night. My younger brother is lying on the couch with the wind and cold. The emperor does not allow family members to bring maids and servants, so no one will My brother decocts medicine. Don’t you like my brother? Why don’t you go and decoct medicine for my brother?”

Su Jiu didn't care about her arrogance, asked for directions, and went to see Rong Zheng.

It is also a quiet and clean small Buddhist temple.

Rong Zheng was lying on the bamboo couch, his forehead was extremely hot due to the wind and cold entering his body, and he was panting slightly with his mouth open.

Su Jiu covered him with a quilt, "Master Rong?"

The man's eyes were closed tightly, and his brows were tightly frowned because of the pain.

Su Jiu looked at the desk table, the accompanying imperial doctor had already prescribed medicine, Rong Yao probably thought it was troublesome, so he didn't fry it for him.

She carried the medicine bag, seriously lit the stove under the eaves, and started to decoct the medicine.

The small courtyard was quiet. She controlled the fire, sat with her knees hugged under the eaves, and looked up at the stars in the night sky.

The night is as cool as water, and the stars are turning.

She yawned and narrowed her eyes sleepily.

After a long time, there was a soft "squeak", and Rong Zheng gently pushed the door open.

He was wearing a plain white cloak, and his lips were bloodless.

The girl in front of her was curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly.

The medicine stove was still burning, and the air exuded a slightly bitter medicine fragrance.

He stared at Su Jiu raptly for a long time, then suddenly touched his wrist.

On the wrist is impressively wearing a string of gold bracelets.

An old gold bracelet, decorated with stars, moons and flowers, and a small but delicate golden bell.

Because the owner has played with it for too long, the bracelet has faded.

He sank his mind, and said in a very soft voice, "Su Jiu, don't be nice to me."

Girls can't hear it, of course.

He turned pale and slowly turned back to the house.

As the night deepened, the dignitaries who followed the emperor to Zhenguo Temple had already fallen asleep.

The medicine stove was still burning quietly, and the smell of medicine in the air became more and more intense.

The grass insects in the mountains made rustling calls, which set off the silence of the surrounding fields.

A slender figure quietly appeared in the small monastery.

Xiao Tingchen sat cross-legged beside Su Jiu, and gave her a gouged look, "Is Rong Zheng that good?"

The mountain wind was so cold that Su Jiu couldn't help but sneezed.

She has always been clever, felt a warm object beside her in her sleep, and immediately hugged it.

Seeing her hugging his thigh, Xiao Tingchen hated iron for being weak even more.

The girl sneezed again, her petite and slender body tightly curled up into a ball.

Xiao Tingchen frowned and hugged her into his arms, then took off his cloak and wrapped it around her, "You love him, but I love you."

After a pause, he pinched the girl's face, "I have been poisoned by the cold, so I can't stand the cold, don't you know? Are you trying to piss me off?"

The girl's face is delicate and soft, and it feels very good when pinched.

He simply held her face, squeezed her small mouth out, and pecked lovingly.

The taste is extremely sweet.

Su Jiu was woken up.

Opening his eyes, he met Xiao Tingchen's dark and deep eyes.

She scratched him, "Are you taking advantage of me again?!"

The girl's nails were extraordinarily rounded, and she scratched Xiao Tingchen's cheek, but she didn't scratch half a bloodstain.

Xiao Tingchen let go with a sneer, "I'm a rascal, and it's not reasonable to take advantage of my sister? But someone is really kind to Rong Zheng, and he comes to make medicine for him in the middle of the night. Are you his maid?"

Su Jiu wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips, "If I like someone, I will treat him wholeheartedly, because only sincerity can exchange sincerity. Xiao Tingchen, you won't understand."

Xiao Tingchen's eyes became darker.

He remembered how well Su Xiaojiu treated him when he was Lord Fusheng.

And now, all her good things are given to Rong Zheng...

He stared deeply at Su Jiu, got up and left.

Sooner or later, he will prove to her that Rong Zheng is not her good match.

In the bedroom, the moonlight is dim.

Rong Zheng sat on the couch with his eyes open, with a complicated look on his face.

(End of this chapter)