My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 11 Prove your heart with oath
As soon as Wei Wan stepped into the main room of Fuyun Pavilion, he saw Rong Xian with her legs crossed, leaning leisurely on her Xiangfei soft couch with carved patterns of flowers, and the silk pictures were laid out by him on the black lacquered mother-of-pearl pedestal. On the table, half an inch beside her hand, was a Begonia tea set that she had painted and baked by herself. The tea soup was clear and the smoke was curling up.

He followed the veins with one hand and held a pen with the other. Looking at his extremely natural appearance, he took two steps back and his eyes fell on the osmanthus in the courtyard. He glanced twice at the plaque hanging on the hanging beam of the main house to confirm that he After he made the right move, he stepped across the threshold and said, "Why are you still here?"

Hearing the sound, Rong Xian took the teapot and poured her a cup: "Sit down."

The corners of Wei Wan's lips twitched, he picked up the teacup and turned it around: "This is Huaiwu Palace."

"Well," Rong Xian blinked those fox eyes, quite innocently, "Yes."

"Go back to the next door." Wei Wan's face turned cold, and there seemed to be a layer of ice between his brows and eyes.

Rong Xian became interested when he heard the words, and leaned lazily, with his temples propped on his fingertips, his fox eyes slightly raised, with a full smile on his face: "Wei Wanwan, it's easy to invite someone, but it's hard to give it away. Sweep the court to greet you, and treat me as a guest of the Huaiwu Prince's residence. Now that I am a commoner, in such a state of desperation, I will be expelled. Fortunately, I have worked hard to take up the responsibility of the staff and help you expand this incomplete clan map."

"Have no conscience, Wei Wanwan."

The last note is lingering, but what the cool lips reveal is lingering sadness.

Wei Wan couldn't see the waves in her phoenix eyes, and snorted coldly, she couldn't believe this man's words at all, just like he fled to death back then.

In her previous life, until she died at the foot of Chuoque Valley, he had never appeared.

If she hadn't lived her whole life long ago and chose a different path from her previous life, she might just be passing by each other in this life.

"You really have grown up." Looking at her face that was frozen like frost and snow, the smile on Rong Xian's lips deepened, full of warmth: "Don't be fooled, we are still intimate in the morning, and the skin is close to my ear Whispering words, closing clothes and refusing to recognize anyone, it's really ruthless."

"Rong Xian." Wei Wan gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth tightly, as if if he said one more word, she would immediately pounce on him and bite off his neck vein.

Rong Xian narrowed his fox eyes, closed his mouth with a smile, and sipped a sip of tea leisurely: "You put the scroll of Long Zhang Jifu in the Yunyang Marquis Mansion?"

Wei Wan's phoenix eyes were suddenly immersed in those fox eyes, which were mixed with a smile that understood everything.

Taking the world as a chess game, everything is within the radius of his heart.

"That's not enough," the smile in the fox's eyes faded away, and the cold light gradually cut through the warm glass, shattering in a single leap, "I and you are both caged birds, playing chess that day, what I said to you was not false, Wei Guo There is no turning back."

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and stared at the extra branches on the silk map, and his red lips curled up slightly: "Rong Xian, you broke away from the cage and played chess with me, do you want to restore the country?"

Her tone was quite calm, and her smile was shallow and indifferent.

When the Wei family invaded Jinyang, the first minister of the Jin Dynasty died for his country on the high wall of the city. Thousands of iron hooves trampled his body, and the body was difficult to recover. The Jiao family in Yiyang had been denounced by the Ji family of the Zhou royal family, and had long been grievances. The King of Jin had always supported the lineage of the King of Zhou. After he invaded Jinyang, he made the heads of the previous Jin kings into wine cups and even killed all Jin King Ji's family in order to dispel the resentment in his heart.

"At that time Jinyang was full of starvation and death, and corpses were floating in the river. Thousands of celebrities denounced the ruthlessness of the iron hooves, but they were all beheaded. There is absolutely no possibility of backing down." The smile on the corners of Rong Xian's lips was still there, but that pair of fox eyes had long since lost the smile, and he just looked directly at her, "You know very well that the court is corrupt and the king is incompetent, otherwise you wouldn't play tricks on the court and the public." , and Wei Rang, you want to get rid of the traitors and support the new king."

"I'm in prison, I'm in prison. I don't need you as a pawn,"

"Because you and I should be traveling together."

The curvature of her lips remained the same, flickering on and off: "This is a showdown."

"Wei Wan, I swear by the centuries-old tradition of the Rong family, even if I manipulate the world, I will never use you as a chess piece." His posture was no longer lazy and casual, and his fox eyes were rarely serious, "This is what I, Rong Xian, entrusted to you. Certificate of nomination."

Those eyes, at this moment, are just like when he was famous all over the world and seized the brilliance of heaven and earth, they are breathtaking, making her addicted to them, unable to extricate herself, the saplings buried in the bottom of her heart, seeing the light at first glance, absorbing it rampantly, spreading unrestrainedly, entangled her On a cold heart.

"Wei Wanwan, this is the only time to prove my heart with an oath."

Hearing this, her eyebrows and eyes were full of rebellion, and she said calmly: "What if I disagree with you?"

A lazy smile hung on the corner of Rong Xian's lips, squinting his fox eyes, half of his body suddenly passed over the black lacquered table in the middle, and finally stopped at the place half an inch away from the beautiful face of Furong, his nose intertwined, showing his ambiguity: " I swear that if you don’t believe me, find another way.”

The crisp green bamboo fragrance swept over and hit the cold osmanthus fragrance around Wei Wan. She squinted her eyes and sniffed with some unfinished thoughts. Just as her fingertips were stretching, they were held by a pair of slender hands.

The sticky touch sticks to her scratched palms and fingertips, and the cool ointment contrasts with the temperature of the slender palm holding her.

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and focused on his plain face: "There is no trace of disguise. How did your face become like this?"

"It's been a bit of suffering," the fox's eyes raised slightly, and met the pair of phoenix eyes that concealed disgust. He laughed for a moment, how could he have forgotten that if he hadn't relied on that face when he was young, it would have been really difficult to get close to her. "The appearance is too amazing, and the nations will ignore my intelligence."

"With such good looks, intelligence may not be important." Wei Wan laughed, "Now that the court is divided, it is not just King Wei. How do you explain this situation?"

Rong Xian's well-joined hands traced Wei Wan's delicate wrist bones, and took out the silk handkerchief in her sleeve pocket. The Begonia embroidery was rubbed into the palm of her hand, and she carefully wiped the paste on her fingertips: "How do you know that this situation is not about you? What’s most important to me right now.”

"Since we are cooperating, we must first ask clearly who is the leader between you and me."

Rong Xian put the Begonia silk handkerchief into his arms, leaned his back against the pillow, his slender figure evoked a smile: "I want to be my master, Wei Awan."

"Am I not?" Wei Wan glanced at him following his movements, raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, his phoenix eyes were filled with the usual arrogance, and her red lips reminded him word by word of what he said in Shen Mansion: "Ming, host."

A clear smile filled my ears, and he said after a while: "It's not impossible."

"Of course the painting scroll alone won't achieve the effect." She opened the cover of the incense burner and fiddled with it twice. The smell of osmanthus became stronger and stronger, overwhelming the light green bamboo breath on Rong Xian's body. "But if you add left The teacher is correcting me."

"Beasts and animals biting each other, it must be an extremely beautiful scene."

Rong Xian rubbed the joint of his index finger with his thumb, and his fox eyes fell on the incense burner: "That old man can sit firmly in the position of left master. He is used to being able to endure what ordinary people cannot endure. The current situation of mutual checks and balances is because of his hard work. As a result, they may not be in chaos. There is no difference between him and Marquis Yunyang in nature. If there is a problem, if they can cover up each other, they will cover up each other. If one day the paper cannot contain the fire, they will choose each other."

Wei Wan put down the things in his hand, and sneered: "It's not your son Rong's generosity to die that made Master Zuo sit in the hall."

Rong Xian choked, but he wasn't angry at all. His fox eyes were smiling, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked: "It seems that Mr. Wu An has a bargaining chip to control Master Zuo."

Life and death are seized, but from a distance they look like husband and wife whispering.

When Qing Zhui came in, this was the scene. He quickly lowered his head: "Sir, I'm awake."

Wei Wan responded lightly, and was about to chase after Qing, when she seemed to think of something again, Dan Kou's jade finger crossed Xiaoji, hooked Rong Xianyuebai's collar, pulled him forward, and stretched his other hand in. His fingertips ran across the tight muscle curves on his clothes, trembling slightly, his eyes swept across his seemingly thin body in disbelief, and he raised his head in surprise.

This time, it was Rong Xian who smiled and put it against her earlobe: "I am ignorant this time, and I don't know that you are quite good-looking. Now you have important things to do. Next time, I will consciously commit myself to you."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qing Zhui, who was lowering his head and trying his best to reduce his presence.

Wei Wan pinched the Begonia silk handkerchief, and when he pulled it away, Dan Kui's nails scratched heavily on the skin, and just about to speak, he heard the evildoer gasping for pain.

Her eyes widened in disbelief for a moment, and she looked back at Qing Zhui, who shrank into a shrimp shape, and gritted her teeth viciously: "What nonsense is Mr. Si Zhou talking about? I'm just getting back my own things, women's personal belongings. How dare the outsider hide?"

As everyone knows, the affairs between men and women often become darker and darker. Wei Wan looked at the smile that was about to burst out of his fox eyes, fiercely threw away his sleeves and went to the side hall.

　In fact, a large part of the reason for saving Song Ci is that Song Ci is good-looking.

　　There is no golden finger for the heroine, and there is no perfect character in the book. Everyone has to bear the price more or less because of certain decisions. For example, Duanwan will gain wisdom because of his fancy for other people's looks.

　　The important thing in worldly affairs is not the faults, but how to correct them and how to solve them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)