Chapter 330:

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"Squeak", the door opened.
Jin Siyu stepped into the door holding Wang Shaoyao.
The study room was originally lit with porcelain beauty lamps, which enveloped the interior in a bright light and shadow.
At the opening of the door, a gentle man with a temperament, holding a weak woman like a feather, entered the door with a smile.
His hands rested on her back and knees, and her posture was soft. Her head rested on his chest. The long skirt fell down, and his cloak was still covered. She slightly looked up and smiled, like A flower almost blown by the wind, bearing in the warm sun in his eyes.
Jin Siyu has always carried her to the beauty couch in front of the bookshelf, and first laid the cloak before putting her on the beauty couch, and took the brocade to cover her, seeming to be afraid of her uncomfortable pillow. She adjusted the pillow of the movable beauty couch to her, and she let her softly manipulate her, her eyes clear and casual.
Looking through the gap in the tent behind the bookshelf, according to Jin Siyu's eyes, his eyes flickered in the candlelight to see her look soft and focused.
If there were no guards on the third and third floors here, no endless panic temptations, no bans on her who might not know who was it-this is really a pair of men and women who seem to have deep affection.
Under the candlelight, Jin Siyu carefully sorted her hair, held her dark long hair in a bundle and carefully pulled it out of her back, hanging it under the couch to avoid being crushed.
The beauty couch has been placed in front of the bookshelf. Jin Siyu likes to read on the couch after picking up the book. Her long hair curls like running water, and her long hair tail drags to the ground.
He stared at the long hair through the gaps in the book behind the bookshelf, between the tabernacles.
The long hair is very beautiful, thin and smooth like flowing water, he looked at it a bit in a trance, remembering that she had rarely met her in her hair as a daughter since she met-she was always a menswear, a little girl, a student, an official uniform, light The young gentleman who is dressed slowly... There are many faces, which are all brilliant young men, and none of them are now her.
Soft and light, open in the arms of other men.
There was a wind leaking through the window slit, flicking his hair and swinging like a dream. He remembered that the hair was dripping when he first saw it, and she was holding it in her hands. Holding him.
At that time, the shiny black, the most exquisite black silk, now still has long hair, but the gloss at the end of the hair is a bit bleak, and the injury has been for a long time. Although she has a little makeup, but her hair is still fluttering, she still leaked her. Of weakness.
Several of the longest hairs swayed gently, as if they could be caught as soon as he reached out, but he was quiet in the shadows, not to mention his fingers, and he didn't even breathe.
Extracting immature, will only destroy the flowers of the branches.
"Shaoyaoer." Jin Siyu sat on the other side of the book case and gently called her, "I will deal with today's documents first. You will rest if you are tired."
The name heard him feel a chill-Paeonia, which was really due to her.
"Hmm." She answered gently, her tail slightly upturned, brisk and well-behaved, "Can I read the books on the shelf?"
He raised an eyebrow behind the bookshelf—the woman had never spoken to him in such a tone, either a serious business or a smirk.
"Ren Qing chooses." Jin Siyu smiled and buried his head in the paper pile.
She was lying halfway, looking at the books on the bookshelf. From his perspective, she was seeing her face.
Seeing the scar on the forehead, seeing the redness between the eyebrows, seeing the pale complexion she covered with the fat powder, she was as thin as a piece of paper, and the peerless famous doctor was on the side for a long time of nursing treatment, but there was no Can make her get better quickly.
She was so seriously ill that she couldn't help but think about it. The poison in the military food must have been solved after Zong Chen came, but the redness in her eyebrows showed that she had other illnesses, presumably the poison caused her old illness. However, looking at Zong Chen's appearance, it seems that he is not in a hurry, and there must be no worry about his life.
Although I wondered if she had been given any medicine by Jin Siyu, but there are descendants of Xuanyuan family, you don't have to worry about anything.
Only in this state, it is difficult to take her out of the Longtan Tiger Cave intact. No wonder Zongchen Gu Nanyi is clearly beside her, and there has been no movement until now.
He leaned against the wall, his fingers clasping a protrusion next to the bookshelf, and stared at her movements.
She reached out to select a book on the bookshelf, her sleeves covered her fingers with extremely long sleeves, and the hand passed by on the bookshelves, and suddenly stopped in a position.
There is a "Da Yue Yue Dian", a collection of Da Yue books with astronomical geography and a collection of Scriptures, History, and Geography. The thickness of each book has a slap width. The book is blocking his face. The book is drawn out, although there are still layers. The curtain was covered, but when the light and shadow were transparent, it was easy to show the outline of his face.
The finger stopped there, and without hesitation, slowly pulled out.
He smiled bitterly silently.
"Do you want to see that book?" Jin Siyu looked back and said, "It's too heavy. I'll help you get it." Then she came over.
"Oh." She looked up, her hand stopped. "You reminded me that it is too heavy. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it after I took it. Change it."
"Okay." Jin Siyu walked away, took a copy of "Selected Words" on the shelf next door and smiled, "You women, look at this temperament."
She smiled and gave Jin Siyu a white look, "Are you suggesting that I have no temperament?"
Jin Siyu smiled and did not speak, and his expression was gentle.
She didn't ask anymore, her lips smirked, and the wind and mist turned under the shadow of lights, and her eyes were full.
As if the children are flirting, the air in the air flows gently.
He suddenly felt sore in his heart.
She had never smiled at him so much, she had never been so close to him, even if it was fake, it seemed not.
She had already laid down leisurely, turning over the "Selected Words" one by one, and murmured, seeming to be very addicted. He looked, his lips bent slightly, thinking of this A woman is the most noble natural drama in the world. No matter what is true or false, she is absolutely in place-he remembers that she clearly said that the way of poetry is a skill of worms, and the lingering nature of the words. If you are too fascinated, it will only make you more pedantic, so She doesn't look at it on weekdays, it's also for hypnosis.