After wearing a book, I became an egg

Yi Qingchen walked around the small stone mill for an unknown how long, she was so tired that she was out of breath.

While turning around, he sneaked a glance, and found that Jiang Hui had no intention of stopping his writing, nor did he intend to tell him to stop. His mentality suddenly collapsed, and he fell to the ground sprawled and did not move.

Sell ​​him.Yi Qingchen thought desperately.

After selling him, he won't transfer anymore, never again, it's too tiring.

Yi Qingchen lay motionless, waiting for Jiang Hui to poke him again, or threaten him, or just throw him out and sell him.But after waiting for a long time, Jiang Hui did not respond.

The noon sun shines on the table, which is warm.Yi Qingchen saw the sunlight on the table, lazily turned over twice, rolled to lie down under the sun.

When he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, Jiang Hui seemed to have finally finished writing.He put away his pen and closed the last booklet, and glanced at him with his long eyes.

"Do you like sunbathing?"

Yi Qingchen didn't want to pay attention to him at this time, pretended he didn't hear him, turned over and continued to sleep.

The other party's cool fingers touched him, and gently stroked along the smooth egg body.

...Don't, don't touch!

What's the matter with this person, why does he always touch others casually! ?

Yi Qingchen clenched the corners of her lips, trembling all over, trying her best to restrain the desire to stick it on.

"Take you somewhere." Jiang Hui touched him for a while, got up with him, and walked out the door.

Yi Qingchen obediently nestled in Jiang Hui's hands, and was led for a long way, winding and winding, and finally stopped in front of a quiet small courtyard.

This small yard is quite beautiful, with many branches and leaves of plants that have never been seen before, shimmering faintly in the sun.In the center of the garden, there are a few lush flowers. The flowers are small and white, clustered in clusters. From a distance, it looks like a galaxy falling to the ground.

When Yi Qingchen saw the cluster of small white flowers for the first time, he inexplicably liked it, and suddenly fell asleep and woke up halfway.Jiang Hui put him on the lush branches and leaves beside him, and he rolled towards the cluster of small white flowers excitedly.

In the middle of the roll, he suddenly remembered something. He turned his head and saw Jiang Hui standing outside the small courtyard in a dark robe, as if he didn't fit in with the world inside. He just looked at it quietly and didn't come in.

How did you bring him here without coming in by yourself?

Jiang Hui felt strange in his heart, hesitated for a moment, rolled back to Jiang Hui's feet, and looked up at him.

"Go in and play, I can't go in." Jiang Hui lowered his eyes, and the crow-like eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

He walked to the boulder beside him, and sat on it naturally.This side of the boulder was much smoother than the rest, and it was evident that people often sat on it that way.

Yi Qingchen saw that the other party's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to have any bad intentions, so he didn't think much, turned around and rolled inside.

Those clusters of small white flowers are really beautiful, and you can smell an elegant and fresh fragrance when you get close, which is refreshing.Yi Qingchen circled around the flower vines, lightly jumped onto the leaves beside him, puffed and fell into the pile of small white flowers, the petals were flying, he lay down and refused to come out.

"Do you like that flower too?" Jiang Hui's low voice came, and for some reason, it sounded somewhat soft.

Yi Qingchen looked through the gaps in the petals, Jiang Hui's stern face was not clear in the shadow, his eyes fell on the cluster of flowers, looking distant and lonely.Yi Qingchen frowned subconsciously.

A faint sentence sounded in his mind, "It looks like the stars of July falling, so it is named July Star", which was about this kind of flower, but he had never heard anyone say that.Yi Qingchen thought for a while, and thought that this sentence should be in the book when he read it before, so he just had an impression.

"He used to like this kind of flower the most." Jiang Hui's mouth twitched, his eyes darkened.

The other party's voice was intermittent, Yi Qingchen couldn't hear it clearly, and didn't care.The sun was shining right now, and he was tired of grinding ink for a long time, and he was already drowsy, so he lay down among the flowers and fell asleep without knowing it.

Jiang Hui stayed outside the small courtyard for a while, and an attendant came hurriedly behind him. When he approached, he deliberately slowed down his steps, as if he was afraid of provoking something.

"Your Majesty." The servant in gray knelt down and buried his head.

After a few seconds, Jiang returned, as if he had just noticed him, and replied, "Say."

The attendant in gray breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Vice Envoy Dong was caught by the people from Xuanqing Xianmen on the way back to the palace. When he was rescued, his soul was damaged, and he has not yet woken up..."

Jiang Hui turned his head and glanced at him, probably because his eyes were so frightening that the gray-clothed attendant trembled when he spoke: "Gu, the Qingyuan soul jade escorted by him is also gone..."

The air was quiet for a moment, and the gray-clothed servant broke out in cold sweat.

Jiang Hui's long eyes narrowed, with a dangerous arc drawn at the end of his eyes, and he seemed to sigh after a while: "Forget it, go and have a look."

The gray-clothed servant's heart sank, and he hurriedly got up to lead the way.

When leaving, Jiang Hui glanced sideways at the yard.In the shade of the white petals in the distance, one can vaguely see a piece of shiny and white eggshell. There is a sense of tranquility and comfort under the sun, and it should be asleep.

He paused, turned around and walked away with his attendants.

Yi Qingchen didn't know how long he had slept, he was woken up by a small voice.

He opened his eyes in a half-dream, the sun was almost setting, and two maids in blue came over carefully, chatting and holding him up.

"...Wow, it really is this egg!"

"Yes, I just said, he is so cute, even His Majesty would like it."

"Shhh, don't bother him. Be careful with him...why did he get entangled in flowers?"

Yi Qingchen was in a daze, listening to nothing.He had seen these two people before, they were the two maids he met when he woke up the first day.

When it was picked up, the vines of July Star somehow got entangled with the eggshell, and the white petals fell around Yi Qingchen, as if it was snowing.

Did he sleepwalk around after falling asleep?Yi Qingchen was a little speechless.

He looked at himself, the vines were tangled up several times in a mess, tangled together, and couldn't be untied for a while.

"Forget it, don't solve it, maybe he likes this flower, let him pester it."

"Well, that's fine."

Yi Qingchen wrapped around a circle of flowers, was held in the hands of the maid in green clothes, and then gently put into the plate padded with satin, and walked back slowly.

Along the way, the two maids chatted non-stop, and Yi Qingchen was forced to listen to a lot of miscellaneous gossip.

"...Hey, I heard that this courtyard is a forbidden area, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach it. This time I sent this egg back, and it was the first time I entered it."

"Yes, but it is said that His Majesty often comes here alone, staying all night, but only stays outside the courtyard, never going in."

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't know... But there is a rumor, I don't know if it is true. Before that, there was a fairy who had a very good relationship with the lord, and he planted many flowers in the yard. But then the fairy died Now, this matter has become a taboo, and no one is allowed to mention it."

"Eh? Then, let's not talk about it, in case someone overhears..."

"..."

Yi Qingchen closed her eyes and lazily turned over on the plate.

What nonsense rumors, why are you not allowed to enter?He still rolled a few laps in it in the afternoon.

Not long after, Yi Qingchen was sent back to the room, and the maid left after putting him on the table.It was quiet all around, this was Jiang Hui's bedroom, but Jiang Hui was not there.

I don't know what the busy man Mozun is doing.

Yi Qingchen rolled out of the plate a little bored, the vines were wrapped around her body, and the rolling was a little laborious.

Just now on the road, he thought about it carefully and decided not to run away for now.After all, Jiang Hui had no plans to sell him. Although he was enslaved, his life was saved anyway.

Yi Qingchen looked around, there was a whole wooden bookshelf beside the table against the wall, full of things, mostly books and volumes.

Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. Why not look at what books Jiang Hui usually reads.

Yi Qingchen aimed at one of the grids, took a deep breath, and the light white spiritual power overflowed from the shiny egg shell, slowly wrapping the egg body.He closed his eyes and slammed into the bookshelf!

- Bang!

Yi Qingchen reluctantly raised his eyes, and the overwhelming tome fell down like a landslide, mercilessly burying him in it.

...It's over, it's crooked.

Yi Qingchen's eyes were filled with gold stars, and tears were about to come out.Fortunately, what fell seemed to be scrolls, and they were not heavy.

He spat out a mouthful of dust and struggled to get out of the pile of scrolls.There was a mess on the table and the ground, with many picture scrolls scattered, some of which had already been unfolded.

Why is Jiang Hui collecting so many paintings with such high interest?

Yi Qingchen scrolled past several unfolded paintings, and suddenly realized that she might have guessed wrong.

These paintings were not collected, they should all be drawn by Jiang Hui himself.

And it's all the same person.

These people dance swords, drink tea, or read books.Yi Qingchen stopped on one of the paintings, looked at the person in the painting, and subconsciously frowned.

The artist's painting skills are exquisite and delicate, and one can clearly feel the strong emotion poured into the painting.Judging from the costumes and figures of the people in the painting, it should be the same person in the painting, but the strange thing is that none of these people have painted facial features.

Yi Qingchen felt a little strange in his heart.He stared at the blank face of the person in the painting, feeling even more weird in his heart.

...probably due to the fact that the face was not drawn.Yi Qingchen thought.

It's a good picture, but it doesn't draw a face. It must be strange to see too much, right?

He recited it several times in his mind, forced down the feeling, turned around and looked to the other side, and was suddenly stunned.

The person in this painting is with his back on his back, and most of his body is soaking in the bathtub.The long black hair slipped from the shoulders, revealing a snow-white back.And a little above the butterfly bone, there is a small, bright red cinnabar mole.

Yi Qingchen also has a small, bright red cinnabar mole in the same position.