The golden and jade of the peasant girl in charge

Chapter 80
This feeling was a bit false and real, and she couldn't tell the difference, but when her hands touched the icy silk robe, she unconsciously grabbed it tightly!She shrank into that embrace almost tremblingly, as if it was the last resort!

The night was dark, and the night was like a big dark blue oilcloth, covering the entire sky, not even the stars.

In the quiet forest, there are still lights on in the renovated bamboo house.Layers of gauze curtains were pulled down, and on the mahogany Huali Luohan Kowloon bed, the unconscious girl's face was flushed, her limbs were trembling, and she was holding a piece of clothing with her hands. Even in a coma, she didn't seem to be at peace.

Jiang Chengye put on a new ice silk robe with a calm expression, kicked Feng Qianwei's bedroom open in the middle of the night, lifted her out, and said concisely: "Cure her."

Feng Qianwei's aura of waking up turned into a haze on his face, but when he saw the person on the bed, his whole body shook, and he asked with shaking hands: "You you you... What did you do? You even took off your clothes!? Ah! Could it be that you want to force her..."

Jiang Chengye looked over slowly, without saying a word.

Tsk, it's no fun to play with a moodless child, Feng Qianwei stopped laughing, and turned to give Ruyi a pulse diagnosis: "Well, it's not a big deal, it's just that I was too frightened and passed out." He yawned: "Just let her sleep for a while." As he spoke, he walked towards his bed while rubbing his eyes.

Jiang Chengye didn't stop him anymore, but stood two steps away with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the woman on the bed.

He is very clear that he has not taken a fancy to this woman.

The first time we met was in Jiangfu in the town.In fact, he didn't even know when she went, but when he got tired of studying in the evening, he could smell the fragrance.Following the scent, what I saw was her shadow cast on the window of Jiangfu's kitchen.Later, she tried people with porridge, which showed her meticulousness and cleverness.When I saw it that day, I didn't have any deep impression.

The second time I saw it was in the Baiwei Building.Standing in the wing room and looking over, a ray of sun shines down, illuminating the whole courtyard, and she is holding a thin bamboo stick, smiling at the corners of her eyes and brows, pointing at the young man in the courtyard, looking back and smiling, for the first time, she has a smile. Some glimpses of taste.

After meeting, it was in this bamboo house.Whether it's coincidence or fate, with her cooking skills, it's not an exaggeration to be regarded by Feng Qianwei.He didn't know what kind of entanglement she had with other people, but when he heard them talking about her cooking skills, he unconsciously thought of the fragrance in Jiangfu that day.

On a whim, I went to Baiweilou once.

He loves fish, not because of his unique appetite, but because when he was living on a deserted island, he had to rely on fishing for food every day.At first, I thought that after eating so much, I would avoid it when I should have smelled it, but it is strange that after so many years, I can't live without this fish.

Memories, the tastiest fish he had ever had, were cooked with a bowl of gnocchi.

The old nanny who took care of him was getting old, so he always made some pasta.At that time, he didn't know the meaning of life, old age, sickness and death. He only remembered that he cooked fish soup and made noodles that day. He ate them together and found it very delicious. He wanted to ask his mother if he could eat this kind again tomorrow. At that time, I found that the old mother who was sitting by the stove had her eyes closed and never opened them again.

After that, things became a little blurry.How he left there alone, how he wandered, and how he joined some sects in the Jianghu just to save his life, these memories are not very clear.He fought all the way up from the bottom, where the sun was the darkest, until he could see the sun and the moon when he looked up, the man actually told him that he was his long-lost son.

The past is like a cloud of smoke, passing by in a flash.The only thing he remembers is the fish food that day after day, and the gnocchi that night.He used to think that the old nanny was his only relative, but later he realized that he was just the one who was abandoned.

But not long ago, a bowl of fish-flavored noodles made by the woman in front of him surprised him a little.

She wasn't very good looking, and he had never been interested in women.It's just that the bowl of delicious and hot noodles made him finally understand what it was like to see her a few times.

Warm, a woman who made him feel warm.

In the Baiwei Tower, she satirized him for being domineering with sonorous words, but in the bamboo house, she cared for strangers with a cup of green onion and jujube drink.Coupled with her endless new tricks, Jiang Chengye finally admitted that she is an unusual woman, at least, an unusual village girl.

He has grown up so much, and he has never seen a girl's house like hers.

Maybe it was because of boredom, he suddenly wanted to visit her.Unexpectedly, when he looked at it, he saw the mountain coming up.He doesn't know how poisonous the poisonous mushroom is, but in the quiet night, he heard her deep and clear voice: "Although they are bad, they haven't reached the point where they must die. He Yuan, I didn't take this step right... "

Being in the countryside, eating poisonous food by mistake is nothing new, she even thought of Dr. You Fang who was playing a joke, but she chose not to shoot when the arrow hit the string.

The person in the dream seemed a little uncomfortable, Jiang Chengye raised his hand slightly, Yan Yi understood, and twisted the towel to wipe Ruyi's sweat.

"Give it to me." Jiang Chengye said lightly, and while Yan Yi was a little dazed, he took the towel into his hand, held the sleeve slightly with one hand, and gently wiped her sweat with the other.In the end, he handed the towel to Yan Yi, while he sat on the edge of the bed, looked away, looked at the empty front, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Yi lowered his head, retreated silently, and closed the window and bamboo door very considerately.

I don't know how much time passed, and the murmur of the comatose person gradually died down.Jiang Chengye looked at her again, his pretty eyes were a little bit more confused, he seemed to be asking her, and he seemed to be talking to himself when facing the unconscious Ruyi: "Even if you are being bullied, why don't you poison and frame me? I have never done anything, but she wants to kill me with such vicious poison?"

He reached out and gently stroked her forehead, seeming really confused: "I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out."

Ruyi slept deeply that night, and when she woke up, she was lying on her own bed.

What happened last night came up like a flood, Ruyi's heart tightened, and she immediately got up to check herself.After confirming that she was not harmed, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she seemed to recall a cold embrace.

Looking at the scratches on the back of her hand, she was sure that last night was not a dream, but a real memory.

She gathered up her skirt, feeling vulnerable as a woman for the first time.

Jixiang and the others got up early, and when they saw Ruyi falling asleep, they thought she was exhausted from the past few days, and no one came to wake her up.Ruyi didn't mention what happened last night to them, but just washed up hastily and left the house.

(End of this chapter)