Chapter 897: Tonight he is different from usual

"Brother!"
By the side of the stream, Shen Yi's tidal sound is exhausted.
The sharp blade approached the neck by two points again, and the red blood poured out, dyeing the white clothes into large areas of crimson, shocking under the moonlight.
Shen Yijue's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart was even worse.
After a long time, the long knife he was holding fell to the ground.
He whispered: "A Chao, the last time, this is the last time I indulge you...I don't owe you anything, I never owe you anything."
He turned and strode out of the garden.
Shen Yichao was limp, and finally knelt down by the stream.
When the wind suddenly picked up, his long hair like splashing ink swaggered with his big sleeves, and finally a smile appeared on Qing Jun's pale face. He stared at Shen Yijue's back and trembled: "Brother, thank you."
Wing room.
Han Yanliang put on a cloak, leaning on the windowsill and looking at the moon.
The night was boring and sleepless. She stretched her hands into her sleeves, habitually planning to light up a cigarette and take two puffs, but later realized that the pipe had already been broken by Shen Yijue.
She bends her lips.
The man was very domineering and forced her to quit smoking for many years. Now even if she can't smoke, she won't be as uncomfortable as before.
She looked out the window again.
It's been so long, no matter how jealous the old iron lump is, shouldn't his anger disappear?
Knowing that she was injured but didn't come to visit her, do you really plan to hang her all night?
She curled her lips and pinched a peony in the flowers outside the window.
Obviously tell Nan Jiaojiao that she doesn't love Shen's Langjun, but what is the faint expectation in her heart? Why does she expect Shen Yijue to visit her?
When he was puzzled, Shen Yijue suddenly pushed the door.
Han Yanliang was startled, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh, what brings us General Shen? What kind of gentleman is he who breaks into the boudoir in the middle of the night?"
Shen Yijue's face was cold.
He took out the rouge and gouache bottles and cans from his arms, and took out the bead hairpin jewelry wrapped in a handkerchief, and put them one by one in front of the makeup mirror.
He said: "When I come to Luoyang, I will give you things I bought in towns along the way."
Han Yanliang's eyes lit up, and she lazily jumped off the window sill.
She swayed to the makeup mirror, leaned forward to play with the hairpin ring jewelry, and smiled: "The style is a bit vulgar, but this girl is naturally beautiful, and can hold it down. I accept this gift. !"
She is tall and slender, and when she raises her sleeves, she has a sweet pear blossom fragrance, which is especially refreshing.
Shen Yijue looked at her quietly.
When she laughed, she was so bright and beautiful, more brilliant than the lights.
He remembered seeing her in Yulouchun for the first time, and he thought she was pretty.
When fighting against her, he even quietly took care of her.
Later, he took her to Chang'an and locked her in a small house. They got along with each other day and night, which made him feel deeply attached.
How would he say those things that hurt her?
Han Yanliang picked up a pure gold peony hairpin, put the hairpin on the cloud bun at random, raised his head and smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"
Shen Yijue nodded seriously: "It looks good."
Han Yanliang smiled more contentedly, opened the rouge gouache, picked up a box of brightly colored mouth grease, picked up some with his tail finger, and evened the mirror on his vermilion lips.
The vermilion lips immediately showed the color of peony petals.
Falling in the eyes of Shen Yijue, it is truly charming and upside down all sentient beings.
His hands hanging on the sides of his legs were tight and tight, his whole body stretched like a bowstring, and a few red blood appeared in his eyes, which made him extremely sad.
Han Yanliang saw him in the bronze mirror.
As if tolerating something.
She raised her eyebrows.
This old man doesn’t say much cruelty. He has pursued her for such a long time, but he has never thought of giving up. Today, he was obviously jealous, but he turned his head and put down his body to coax her, but he was still jealous. Right?
She touched her gorgeous vermilion lips, her heart soft inexplicably.
She turned around, suddenly stood on her toes, and kissed her solemn jaw like a comforting kiss.
After the kiss, she turned her head proudly, looked down and played with the cosmetics on the makeup mirror, and whispered: "The general is coming late at night, what do you want to tell me?"
Like sparks singing across the wilderness.
Shen Yijue's eyes flashed through strong feelings.
He suddenly desperately pressed his smoky shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
So long and deep, like a raging fire in the wilderness, wishing to swallow the girl in her arms completely.
Han Yanliang was forced to look up.
The slightly tilted Kyoko's eyes were a little dazed. She could clearly feel the deep passion and restraint, passion and perseverance, like a hundred-strength steel made into soft fingers, like a rose from a thorn .
Tonight, he is different from usual...
The candle flowers rolled down.
When the love reached deep, Shen Yijue suddenly opened his eyes.
The desire in the pupils quietly dissipated, leaving only self-sufficiency and clarity.
With the beautiful woman's cloak in her arms and her scented shoulders half exposed, the golden hairpin fell on the makeup mirror, her head full of lacquer hair fell from her cheeks, and her small face was especially delicate and charming, and the watery Kyoko stared at a loss. Looking at him, his lip color is a gorgeous color that can't be traced by peony flower.
He slowly raised his hand, and caressed the corner of her mouth lovingly with his rough fingers.
He resisted the pain and slowly backed away two steps.
He whispered: "I'm sorry...I tried my best not to care about your past, but the scene in the afternoon reminded me of the things you and brother did. I can't accept it. I still want to marry Bingqing Yujie Gao The door lady."
Bing Qing Yujie, a noble lady.
Han Yanliang listened quietly, and his helpless expression gradually returned to calm.
Shen Yijue lowered his head, the scar under his left eye was beating ferociously.
Sorry, I once said to protect you, but broke my promise tonight.
I vowed to marry you as his wife, but I can only hand you over.
Sorry……
He didn't dare to look at the cold and Yanliang face, and he didn't dare to stay longer, he walked away quickly with red eyes.
The door was open.
The night wind blew in, blowing out the scattered lights.
The moonlight is soft.
The girl still leaned on the makeup mirror.
The blood on her cheeks faded away, her long, curly eyelashes were scattered with gloomy clouds in her pupils, and her red lips were particularly abrupt, like a resentful girl in the long night.
She blinked her long eyelashes and did not cry.
She sat dignifiedly in front of the makeup mirror, picked up her eyebrows, and traced her eyebrows carefully.
She hummed Shudi's ballads, her expression was so careless, but her eyebrows trembled fiercely, and her slender eyebrows flew diagonally into the temple, adding a bit of charming charm.
Xiao Langjun in white wins snow stepped into the threshold.
He had treated the wound on his neck and changed into a high-gown dress again. Under the moonlight, he was pure and noble, like a handful of crystal clear snow from a mountain.
He stared at the cold smoke, his pale lips gently raised.
He leaned down behind Han Yanliang, gently holding her face with his hands from behind, and stared at the bronze mirror with her: "Yanyan, he doesn't want you anymore, doesn't he? Look, the man in this world is willing to treat you well , I am still the only one."