Chapter 223: Familiar familiar

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Chapter 223 Familiarity
Zi An lay down, his hands resting on the back of his head, his dark eyes looked at him, "Murong Jie, I suddenly thought of something."
"What's the matter?" Murong Jie looked at her, her quiet appearance was particularly beautiful, and she didn't pay attention to her title.
"Why did Prince Li raise a dog?"
Murong pulled her up and rubbed her face, "Don't change the subject and say, why did you laugh just now."
Zi An opened his hand, "Don't mess with my hair style. I comb my hair bun today. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Don't change the subject!" Murong Jie was furious.
"I didn't change the subject," Zi An reached out his hand and whispered, "I just thought I was bothered to dress up. You didn't even look at it, and I felt a little uncomfortable."
"Say it, don't you say it?" Murong dragged her rudely, grasping her neckline with one hand, and squeezing her chin with one hand.
Zi An blinked his eyes, looked at him fixedly, and then called out passionately, "Master!"
The atmosphere was a little weird. Murong Jie looked at her eyes and moved her red lips. There was a moment of impulse in her mind, "What?"
"Your other hand, can you remove it a little bit!" Zi An licked his lips and said.
Murong Jie lowered his head, only to realize that his wrist actually touched the softness of her chest, and pushed her away abruptly, saying, "I don't feel like this, like a man, Xia Zi'an, how stupid are you what?"
Zi An muttered: "I'm still growing."
Murong Jie glanced at her sideways, "Thank you shamelessly."
"Murong Jie!"
"Called Lord Ye!"
"Wang Ye Murong Jie!"
"It's called Wang Ye, and you shouldn't call this king's name!"
Zi An propped up his chin and looked at him straight away, "The night is quiet, I have an offer!"
"What proposal?" Murong Jie looked at her alertly.
Zi An leaned closer to him, "Well, let's go out and drink!"
"Drinking?" Murong Jie looked relaxed. "Can you drink?"
Zi An looked at him and nodded heavily, "I drink a lot."
It would be nice to make him forget the sadness just now. I hope he has always been in such a relaxed state. So, how about she staying drunk with him?
"Where to drink?" Murong Jie asked.
"Just go to the creek in the suburbs of Beijing." They can let them drunk unscrupulously.
Murong grabbed her, "Get up, change your clothes!"
Zi An ran past, changed clothes behind the screen, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, carried a lantern in his hand and picked up the flint with him, then sneaked out with him.
He came by horseback. There were no extra horses. The two of them shared a ride. After buying wine at a city tavern, they quickly left the city.
When she was out of the city, Murong Jie asked her to turn her face and hide it in her arms. She showed the token to the soldiers who defended the city. The soldiers who saw the token belonged to the regent.
Coming to the stream, Zi An lit the lantern and set it aside, and then sat on the big stone with a jug of wine.
Zi An seemed very happy. Although it was definitely not a happy day tonight, she was really relaxed, because this was her first formal entertainment after coming to ancient times.
Murong Jie seemed to have forgotten the pain caused by Aunt Sizhu's death. He touched the hip flask with her and took a sip.
Zian also took a sip, and the spicy wine rolled down the throat, feeling like a fire. After burning, his face began to heat up, and his tight nerves were relaxed.
Zi An leaned on his shoulder and looked up at the sky. The stars were hidden and the moon was unclear after the rainstorm. She took a deep breath and was extremely comfortable, as if the air was sweet.
"I haven't been so relaxed for a long time. I respect the glass of the breeze that night!" Zi An raised the hip flask and grinned.
"Are you stupid?" Murong Jie knocked on her head. "But just came out for a glass of wine, so happy?"
"Happy!" Zi An turned back to see him, his eyes shining brightly.
Stealing for half a day, this feeling is really cool.
Murong Jie was already a bit drunk, and he drank a few pounds in Fufu before looking for Zi'an.
Looking at people through drunken eyes is always pretty. He also particularly likes to see Zi'an's full of smiles on his face, holding her shoulder with one hand and pulling it in his arms, "Xia Zi'an, you are not good-looking, but you laugh very beautifully."
Well, it is his consistent style to step on the foot first and then give some sweetness.
However, she is really unconvinced that she is not good-looking.
She looked straight at him, "Why am I not looking good?"
It is very beautiful, and sometimes looking in the mirror, I feel that this face is really a gift from heaven.
His fingers slipped across her face, "Heaven is not full enough, the eyebrows are not dark enough, the eyes are slightly larger but godless, not magnificent, the nose is small and not large enough, the mouth is not big enough to eat big, and the chest is almost flat ... "
"Shut up!" Zi An gritted his teeth, "I'm not as good as you said." And what he said was full of a Laozi, all describing men.
"But you don't have to be inferior, the king likes it," Murong said seriously.
"I thank you!" Zi An glared, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising, he liked it? Is this what she likes?
Murong Jie looked at the corner of her flying mouth and moved her heart, moving a step faster than her brain, and then printed it.
The moment his lips touched, his brain came clear and wanted to move away, but the softness and warmth of her lips attracted him, and he was a little reluctant.
Zi An's head was blank for a while, and then realized that he was somewhat resistant, she immediately reached out and hooked his neck, wanting to hide? too late!
Zi An apparently felt that his opponent obviously had no skills, but instinct alone. However, she has no skills, everything goes with his rhythm, of course, she pretends.
She looks pretty good in modern times, and she is not a nerd. How could she not talk about a love that she should have been talking about?
College love is a low match is to hug and kiss, the standard is to open a room to do a little shame, Gao Pei heard that there are several opponents, but ... forget it, she only stays at the low match, and it ’s nothing. Qualified to talk about high-end.
For a long time, the two talents were separated, and both sides were breathing a little.
The forehead still resists, this kind of intimacy feels particularly good and comfortable.
"You just pulled Ben Wang's hair very painful." Murong Jie complained.
"I didn't pull your hair."
"Yes, look at your hands."
Zi An looked at the palm of her hand, and she did have a few hairs. It seemed that she was afraid that he would run away, and she used too much force.
"This, for the first time, I must have been a little nervous," Zi An said in a smirk.
"Will the times be better?" Murong Jie looked at her and asked, his eyes dark.
Zi An raised his head to look at him and licked his lips. "This, practice makes perfect. It may be better."
"Then ... familiar and familiar again?"
Zi An pulled his head across the head, "What is it?" It was printed directly.
Murong Jie felt that her neck was pressed in by her nails, stinging and stinging, so rude woman!