The reborn sycophant

"Then, did the thing that caused you pain also happen in your dream? Also, Zhao, Zhao Ji... Is the Zhao Ji you mentioned the person in your dream?"

Finally stopped crying, Zhao Ji looked at the shaking curtain, wiped her eyes, there were so many tears, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't wipe them clean, she wet Wei Chuyan's shoulders from crying.

Wei Chuyan hugged her arm tightly: "I don't know if it was right or wrong for me to commit suicide in the end, it made me miserable. As for Zhao Ji... yes, there is also a Zhao Ji in the dream. "

Zhao Ji's heart tightened, thinking of the woman who held Wei Chuyan in her arms in the cell.

She knew that it was herself.

But that's not me, because I haven't experienced what she has experienced, and I won't let Wei Chuyan die tragically in prison in the future.

But she felt a little pity for herself.

She thought it was just a dream before, but now she knows that maybe it was the reality that should have happened. She saw how difficult it was for that Zhao Ji to walk all the way, so she felt a little pity for that Zhao Ji.

She pitied that Zhao Ji for everything she had experienced, and pitied that Zhao Ji for the last empty eyes.

"Wei's First Banquet..."

"Ok?"

"Perhaps that dream is really a pity from the heavens, but it's not only for you, but also for me." Zhao Ji leaned on Wei Chuyan's shoulder, hesitantly, and said to her: "Because of you, I have a better life." I was much happier in my previous life.”

Wei Chuyan didn't know that she had such a dream, she just thought she was looking for a reason to comfort herself, she lowered her head and kissed Zhao Ji's forehead: "So you believe me?"

Zhao Ji straightened his waist, imitating her, and kissed her on the forehead, wet and soft: "I believe it."

"Don't you think what I said is absurd?"

It's funny to say that Wei Chuyan told countless lies in order to hide the secret. She never expected that in the end, Zhao Ji would be willing to believe the most crude and impossible one.

Zhao Ji didn't tell Wei Chuyan about her dream. She hummed and pecked her head on Wei Chuyan's shoulder. Because she had cried, her voice was nasal and soft: "In short, I believe it."

There were still drops of water on her eyelashes, Wei Chuyan kissed her, Zhao Ji raised his eyes to look at her, their eyes collided, and their throats moved at the same time...they kissed together .

Wei Chuyan's palm moved repeatedly on her back. She raised her head and pecked and kissed Wei Chuyan's soft lips. When Wei Chuyan grabbed the back of her head to deepen the kiss, she couldn't Helpfully clasped Wei Chuyan's shoulder, and under the lure of the woman, stuck out his tongue, and got entangled with Wei Chuyan's.

The sloppy kiss, the fiery atmosphere that cannot be blown away by the cool wind, they kissed uncontrollably, with suppressed gasps and small sobs.

"Wait, wait...don't you need to breathe?"

At a certain moment, Zhao Ji reluctantly pushed Wei Chuyan away in the strong feeling of being about to suffocate, panting violently, Wei Chuyan's chest also rose and fell softly, Zhao Ji couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to touch it. touched.

Wei Chuyan clasped her waist, and hugged her completely on his body, and the two of them fit tightly together.

The desire in the body needs to be revived, Wei Chuyan suppressed and said: "Don't touch it randomly."

She didn't want to be touched by others, but she couldn't restrain the surging desire, so she lowered her head again and tentatively licked the corner of Zhao Ji's mouth. Seeing that she didn't object, she continued the previous kiss. According to her son's experience, she deliberately slowed down her movements, entangled shallowly, and taught Zhao Ji to breathe. Zhao Ji is a good student, and quickly understood what to do, and the two kissed deeply again. place.

A kiss, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, from sitting to one lying on her back, one propped up on her body, Wei Chuyan's fingers touched Zhao Ji's belt, and she pulled it away deftly. Ji woke up from the numb feeling just now, and was shivered by the coldness.

Wei Chuyan woke up like a dream, and withdrew his hand like lightning, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Go ahead."

Zhao Ji hooked Wei Chuyan, stared at the woman with spring water in her eyes, and took her down enthusiastically. Her lips were red and swollen from the kiss, but it was better than Wei Chuyan's. The milk dog has bitten the skin, and on the same red and swollen lips, there is a drop of blood that is so bright that it tempts people to pick it.

The milk dog looked at the food and swallowed unwillingly.

The food ran away by itself.

Wei Chuyan sat up, feeling a little empty in her arms. She grabbed the lake-colored quilt, casually rolled it into a ball, and hugged it in her arms, pretending that her heart was not empty: "Continue, you don't even have a estrus period."

Zhao Ji's expression suddenly became very pitiful: "I'm already fifteen..."

Wei Chuyan leaned on her sideways, touched the "coldness" in the woman's eyes, she said dejectedly: "Why don't you come, it's logical that you should come."

She also sat up, hugged her knees and sat obediently in front of Wei Chuyan, disgusted with her late estrus.

Wei Chuyan resisted the urge to pat her head, and explained to her: "It's not always so punctual. Anyway, in the first three months of 15 years old, your estrous period may come any day."

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up again.How can Wei Chuyan not know why she is so energetic?Seeing this, she unceremoniously broke her plan: "Don't forget, you promised me that you can only be 16 years old."

"I know, I know." Zhao Ji pouted, and suddenly smiled slyly at her: "I don't know who just hugged me and kissed me enough, and then pressed me on the bed and kissed me."

Wei Chuyan's face turned red all of a sudden.Zhao Ji took the opportunity to pounce on her, pushed her onto the bed again, threw the quilt away, found a comfortable position in her arms and lay down.

Wei Chuyan thought she was going to fall asleep, but heard her say again: "Hey, what is the relationship between you and that Zhao Ji in the dream?"

Wei Chuyan: "..." It's so sour, isn't Zhao Ji even jealous of his other self?

She wisely chose to keep silent.

Zhao Ji waited for a long time, but did not see her reply. Looking up, the woman closed her eyes tightly and breathed evenly, as if she had fallen asleep, with a faint blush on her snow-white skin.Zhao Ji squinted his eyes and watched her suspiciously for a moment, then suddenly gnawed on her chin, Wei Chuyan immediately opened his eyes in pain.

"You are not allowed to think about that Zhao Ji in your dream!"

In this restless night, a girl who had just experienced various emotions such as doubt, pain, acceptance, and sweetness regained her nature of protecting food, opened her teeth and claws, and began to snatch her own food.

The food...the food was frustrating.

Food doesn't speak for itself.

Before the girl exploded, she kissed her, turning the sourness that seemed to be absent into sweet honey.

......

"At least, you should also tell me, is she similar to me? What kind of person is she? Do you like her more, or me more?"

In the early morning, Zhao Ji was still in good spirits. She had something on her mind, so she lay on top of Wei Chuyan, playing with her hair.

Wei Chuyan woke up in a daze, and grabbed her fidgeting hand: "I've never seen anyone jealous of me."

"Let's talk, let's talk. It's okay if I don't get jealous, I just want to know."

"She, she is the flame."

"Flames..."

"That's right, it's like... No matter where you are, no matter how many people are around her, you will definitely see her first when you look at her." Wei Chuyan tentatively described: "You, the current you It is indeed a little different from her. Her brilliance can burn people."

"What about me, Wei Chuyan. What about me?" Zhao Ji raised his head in Wei Chuyan's arms, and Wei Chuyan messed up her hair, making her look a bit childish.

"You, you are a flying butterfly. One day, you suddenly landed on my fingertips."

"Did it just fall on the fingertips?"

"It also fell into my heart."

Wei Chuyan put her hand on his heart, where the heart beat very fast.

Usually people call this kind of deer bumping, and in later generations, there will be a more popular expression: this is a physiological manifestation that usually occurs when facing a lover.

Zhao Ji felt it. She took her hand away and put her ear on it. Listening to Wei Chuyan's heartbeat at the moment, she also took Wei Chuyan's hand and let her feel her own mood.

The two hearts beat equally fast, conveying the same emotion.

That emotion is called love.

Zhao Ji embraced her soft waist, listened to Wei Chuyan's heartbeat for a long time, and asked her insatiably, "Then, flame or butterfly, which one do you prefer?"

Wei Chuyan choked: "Didn't you say you're not jealous anymore?"

Zhao Ji pursed his lips and smiled, extremely well-behaved: "I'm not jealous, I just asked casually."

"Since it's just a casual question, it doesn't matter if I answer or not?"

"No, it's very important. Tell me! Which one do you like better!"

It's all you.Which one is you, has always been you, since this is the case, what should I say?

During the girl's persistent questioning, Wei Chuyan laughed bitterly and sweetly.

Indistinguishable.Just like who is right and who is wrong between her and Zhao Ji, it is actually not very clear, but she will no longer be entangled in this.

Because, the world in front of her eyes is real to her at this moment.

"The one next to me now is a butterfly."

Facing Zhao Ji's questioning, she finally gave such an answer.After hearing this, Zhao Ji fell into a rare silence, and found that Wei Chuyan's eyes were sad. She thought about it, jumped out of bed, and looked at the pen on the desk pen holder: "Come and help me grind ink."

It was natural for her to say that in these years, Wei Chuyan served as her companion, and it was indeed Wei Chuyan who studied ink for her.

I don't know the reason for the first banquet, but I still walked over, rolled up the wide sleeves of my robe, and grinded the ink meticulously.

After she was done, she was driven back to the bed by Zhao Ji, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young girl with a small oil lamp, waving her hair gracefully.

Fresh breath rushed towards his face, and Wei Chuyan suddenly felt relieved.It's the past, let's go.What's the point of her entanglement with those things, except to increase her troubles?

Besides, didn't she already get the result?There is no right or wrong, only mutual debt, she owes Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji owes her, now that I think about it, in that dream, they scolded each other like unyielding children, Zhao Ji said she hated her, she said she hated Zhao Ji.At that time, didn't they already find the answer to this question?

I owe, I pay, I hate, I love.

"It is said that debts in this life should be repaid in the next life. Does this count as your next life?"

As the morning sun fell, Wei Chuyan looked through the rising sun, looked at the woman who was as dazzling as the sun, and asked silently in his heart.

"If it counts, what I owe you, I will pay you back in this life."

At the same moment, Zhao Ji also saw the rising of the sun, she hastily put down the last touch, stuffed something soft into Wei Chuyan's hand, said "This is today's love letter", and hurriedly put it on The clothes are out the door.

In front of the gate of the Wei Mansion, there were attendants waiting with their horses. The morning court was approaching, and she wanted to hurry back to the palace, wash up, and change into court clothes to preside over the morning court.

Standing in front of the shaking door, Wei Chuyan unfolded the silk, and the slightly sharp characters spread out on the paper, the ink seeped into the back, and the fragrance of the ink was mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Sometimes, when you are busy reading letters, you inadvertently look up at me with clear and gentle eyes, and my heart will suddenly beat very fast. Sometimes, when you walk under the high palace wall, the breeze blows your clothes , I was behind - or in front - watching from a distance, my heart beating like a drum.

I thought it was my own feeling, because you are such a quiet and introverted person, I don't doubt that you like me, but I thought I should like you more.Until just now, I heard your heartbeat.

I just realized that your liking is not inferior to mine.

Butterflies are not important, and fire is not important. For me, there is only one Wei Chuyan. She broke into my sight when I was ten years old, and everything after that, for me, you are fresh , I want you to know that I am also your life.

I allow you to have a flame in your heart occasionally, but most of the time, I hope your heart is a butterfly flying.

Let it bring you morning dew and flowers, and all the best things in this world.

The author has something to say: You are cold, it seems that you have turned into a pure love type.

(The pure love here is not the pure love next door to us)

Today is very solid, the blood has returned, and I am happy.Recover at eight o'clock.