Chapter 42: If I love you know

The bamboo leaves are deep, and the bright moon is slanting on his clothes, which makes him cool and cool as the moon. The appearance of the banished fairy and the appearance of the prosperous world are interpreted in this slightly thin figure, which brings out the best in each other.

She had never thought that she could jie next month with Mr. Wei Jie.

At this time, he stopped her at the end of the bamboo forest, which was winding and deep. She looked up and saw a servant girl in blue standing in the distance, holding a wooden tray in her hand. On the tray were a teapot, a teacup, a book and a picture scroll.

Le Lin could not come over is how the matter, the maid has put down the wooden tray, from the head to take off the comb, walked slowly, put weijie hands, this maid launched the scroll, a closer look, this painting woman unexpectedly is her? !

When did Mr. Wei jie paint her portrait?

In the picture she, low eyebrow shallow smile, smile of mouth is like lotus flower, blossoming bright, and hair bun is the light spirit of that kind, appear she is the demon that falls like this world, charming spruce qingli, be like fragrant peony, swaying unripe appearance.

It was amazing how he could make her so subtle.

All know that the Wei jie calligraphy, this Wei jie calligraphy is one of the outstanding, but did not think this painting is so excellent.

She stole a look at the maid, whose smiling eyes burned her, so that she stiffly turned her head to look at wei Jie, shy and jie, blush ears.

His big hand stroked her hair, and the temperature of his fingertips, even as they touched the ends of her hair, made her feel like she was on fire.

She froze and remained where she was, as if she were a dot.

He just tilted his head, in her body side, raised lips smile, she silly raised eyes and he looked, was drunk with this smile.

Her heart seemed to be filled with a little white rabbit, jumping more and more difficult to control, suffocation and tension swept in, hitting her nerves.

He imitate if do not know her nervous, stretch out the big hand that the bone is clear, will her loose tie the long braid to break loose, take that engraved plum blossom of the wood comb, for her to comb the hair slowly.

Her waist straightened more and more, dare not have much movement, dare not close to him, but the temperature of his fingertips everywhere on her head, let her nowhere to avoid.

She had never felt this before, and for the first time she felt this strange feeling, but it was so greedy.

Is she crazy?

Unexpectedly allow this Wei jie to comb hair for her, still greedy of this moment of beauty?

Thinking of this, HE raised his head and was about to speak to him, but was stunned by his rosy eyes.

His eyes seemed to inject warm water, wrapped her layers, round and round live, warm as spring, as if the green bamboo are gorgeous up.

She never knew that being treated so gently by a man was so warm and reassuring.

Originally, she nevertheless chase after a sense of security, and at the moment this man, as if she foil in hand heart, holding, protect, warm.

Her smile paints a faint orange color with his warm eyes, which heats up and warm her unopened heart.

His hand moved through her hair, soft and unhurried.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to the tip of her shoe, waiting for his reply.

At the moment, the wind blowing, shadow, people have picturesque, the achievement of the wind and moon.

After wrapping up her hair, he handed the comb to his maidservant, who took the small bronze mirror from her waist and stuck the comb on her head. He put the mirror in her hand, "Look, is it the same as the bun of this portrait?"

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, stunned let her stunned for a moment, Wei Jie this gentleman's crooked hair skills so outstanding?

It's exactly like the bun on the painting, if not better.

"Very similar." She shyly handed the bronze mirror to Mr. Wei Jie.

I thought Mr. Wei jie would get it back, but he put out his hand and took gold hairpins and silk flowers from her hand.

His breath around her, closed eyes can smell, so sweet sweet fragrance.

Feel the head spread the strength of his fingers, he this is to help her zanhua?

He took a step back, surveyed her bun, and nodded approvingly. "So, not bad."

Not bad?

She glanced at the woman in the painting. There were only a few emerald flowers and twinkle in her hair. This guy had someone impersonate her, and then he dressed it up?

Any one who had seen her would have remembered her dress, and the excess of jewels in her hair would have been the greatest fault of the witness.

After all, the gold hairpin and silk flower are so obvious, how could the viewer get it wrong?

Is this to help her avoid what happens later?

This guy's thinking so deep, he's really thoughtful.

Only, where did he find a woman of her size?

Before I could think clearly, I saw him stretching out his hand and straightening her collar in a tone full of anxious instructions, "I'm going to get sick soon. You stay here until they come back to Fort Seven, understand?"

"Understand." She looked at him doubtfully. Could something be happening, he said?

In disbelief, he raised his hand and pressed his hand hard against the groin, which made his ruddy appearance pale in an instant. He bit his lip to stop any sound of pain.

Her stunned eyes opened wide. "Wei Son..."

Frowning, he put out his hand to ward off hers, took several deep breaths, repressed the sharp pain, and though his eyebrows were twisted together, he could go on, clenching his teeth. "You just do what I say, you know?"

"Wei childe, how can I be virtuous? Why do you hurt yourself so much?" Her heartache, because he hurt himself for her.

"Those elders are the essence of the people, which one is not quenched into ten thousand years of fox? If really false, can cheat go? Do you really think everybody's stupid?" He slowly exhaled a turbid air, the pain of the eyebrows have been high and low.

"But, Wei Zi, how can you endure it for half an hour?" Her hands trembled and she tried to ease his pain.

"Teach Mo Ho the medicine and acupoints of your labor pains." Mr. Wei jie clenched his hand. The pain was so sharp that he could hardly bear it.

"Oh... Right..." Lelin shook her hand and handed a bottle of medicine to Moho. "It hurts to press in the mouth of the tiger, and you can take five pills in a short time."

"Yes, girl." Mohe took the bottle on his own bag.

"Prince Wei..." Le Lin turned around and looked at the way he was trying to bear the pain without making any sound. She felt angina, "How can I still afford it?"

Imperceptibly eyes are ruddy, and all this, all for him.

"The world... How could I bear so much pain but for thee?" His eyes were fixed against hers, deep and dreamy.

And she was shocked by his deep eye color, the whole person was transfixed.

Looking at her so silly appearance, light sigh, self-deprecating curved corners of the mouth, "is my wishful thinking, but... What can we do?"

He collected himself, took a pill, put it into his mouth, and waited for the pain to pass. When it was under control, he changed the contorted features, and gradually withdrew them, leaving nothing but cold.

He held his hand behind him, but only slowly, as if he had no pain at all.

Le Lin watched him walk to the stone table, ink lotus cloth tea for him, he propped his head slowly looking at the hands of bamboo slips, in addition to the brow quietly furrowed, but nothing unusual.

But it was only a moment, until Wei Jie picked up the teacup on the table, his wrist jerked, the teacup fell to the ground and was broken, his face had changed and restored to the appearance of the extreme pain.

His left hand clenched his fist, his right clenched the edge of the stone table, his eyes straightened, his teeth clenched, and in a few seconds sweat broke out and he hit a swing, looking very weak.

"Sun..." Mo Lotus nervous call way, "seven fort, nine fort, childe old disease recurrence."

Jie Bao stepped out of the bamboo forest quickly, and anxiously squatted down to look into the eyes of Mr. Wei Jie, "Jie... There is no doctor in jialan Temple. What else can we do?"

Jiu Bao ran quickly over, "this musician girl is childe's next post worship of the doctor, you can come to cure."

"Confused, now hour, childe how can invite young woman?" Seven Castle accused.

"But matter urgent consign authority, childe at present old disease recrudesce, already painful become such appearance, in case faint, how do you and I explain with old madam?" Nine Castle grew anxious.

"Sun..." Mo He quickly squatted down, took the pill to Wei Jie, hand press Wei Jie left hand mouth.

"Walking through the bamboo forest, please come with a handcart. If there is any dispute, I will bear it." Wei Jie ate pills, cold sweat frequency he, unusually weak.

"Yes, childe." Seven fort and nine fort look at each other, hurriedly into the bamboo forest.

Le Lin and seven castle pass by, some anxious clenched hands.

Although she knew Mr. Wei Jie had acted only to protect her bestie reputation.

But now she was really afraid that he would endure the pain for the next half hour.

Looking at his right hand that refused to release, the right hand that buckled on the edge of the stone table, the veins burst, must have been extremely painful.

He for her, willing to endure such pain, tears fall, moved swept the whole body.

How could she deserve his affection and protection?

Ben is not with his life, and how to get involved in trouble?

She clutched her lips, never praying that the time would pass more quickly and that he might suffer less.

He might have been unable to resist the pain, groaning from his closed lips, so repressed, so hoarse.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes closed, and waves of trembling came from his body, forcing his right hand to release and leaving him lying propped up on the table.

Her face was pressed against the table, her breathing so fast that her eyes were red and bloodshot with pain.

He eventually opened his mouth, trying to breathe in more air, trying in vain to relieve the pain.

There was more and more sweat on his face, and you could see that his chest was wet, so much cold sweat.

She clenched her hand, the heart was stabbed by a sharp knife general, pain can not from already.

"Ah..." Unable to resist the sharp pain, he fell to the ground and began to curl up just as she had seen him for the first time.

She took a step forward, but was frightened by his eyes, left foot can only stop in mid-air, suspended but not falling.

Even in this kind of pain, she won't reveal her whereabouts?

Never thought, he to her grace, is so deep.