I govern the country by beauty

87. Qizhi looked at the whitish fingertips that were clenched more and more. He thought he didn't care about his business, but when he caught a glimpse of the man's red eyes, he still asked unconsciously, "What's wrong?"

I don't know what's wrong, it's like being drenched in water, it's already biting cold but I still don't give up.The water gradually overflowed the chest cavity, making people breathless, and it seemed that it was about to overflow the top of the head, but they didn't want to wave or anyone to rescue them.

I stood up with the letter in my hand, and Xizhi stood in front of me without thinking, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.I pushed him away and ran back to the tent with a sullen head.The fourth brother has always been able to do what he promised me, just like now, he is still sitting at the table, but the book in his hand is changed.

The fourth brother didn't expect me to come back so soon, his eyelashes slightly raised, and his tone was doting: "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is here as soon as it's made, what a blessing."

I took a few steps forward, met my fourth brother's charming fox eyes, and suddenly heard my concubine mother say to me: Shi Yu can't be trusted.

My body trembled unconsciously, and I spread out my palm, revealing the crumpled letter paper inside.I put it on the table, spread it out little by little, my fingertips trembling unconsciously but still persistently smoothing out the creases on it.

The font is beautiful but powerful, and I saw a flash of daze on the face of the fourth brother.

I took a few steps back, showing a smile uglier than crying.

"Congratulations, brother four." Just after I said a few words, I realized that my voice was hoarse and dry.How strange people are, my eyes and throat are both on my body, my throat is dry but my eyes are hot and sore, I can't stand it.I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes, staring at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, said softly.

"The date of your wedding has been set."

88. My luck has never been very good since I was a child. Every time I get a good thing, I can lose it.I looked into the misty eyes of my fourth brother, and my heart was on the verge of falling into the abyss.The indulgence that was just around the corner last night looks very dazzling now.

The fourth brother moved his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

89. I pushed the door and went out, but I still left a little room in my heart. If my fourth brother called me, I would stop and listen to his explanation.No matter what unacceptable things he said, I would try to believe it.

But the silence behind him was scary.

I found a perch with my eyes closed at the corner, and when he saw me coming, he slightly raised his eyelids and ignored me.I walked up to him and grabbed his wrist across the neck.There was a flash of surprise in Xizhi's eyes, but he was still obediently pulled by my arm.

I clutched his cuffs, trying to cover up the trembling in my voice, the steam in my eyes made Xi Zhi's face blurry, I smiled at him: "Hey, don't you want to kill me?"

"I'll give you a chance."

90. Qi Zhi blinked, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "So obvious?"

I looked at the seriousness on his face, let go of his arm weakly, nodded lightly, and whispered: "Well, it's almost like writing on his face."

He raised his eyebrows, folded his hands on his chest, and glanced at me condescendingly, "Shi Yu did something I'm sorry for you."

The ending sound is sinking, not a questioning tone.

"So obvious?"

Qi Zhi let out a soft moan, met my flushed eyes, and said, "You've written on your face." I didn't know what to say for a while, I opened my mouth for a while and then pursed it.Xizhi stared at me with his head tilted. After a while, he turned around and walked to the corner, and led out a snow-white horse. He was as light as a swallow, and sat firmly on the horse's back with one turn.

"Come up."

It is such an irresistible order again, who is the emperor?If I were a fool, you would have died countless times.I thought so in my heart, but my hand fell lightly on his palm, and my wrist was gripped by dry and warm fingers. My feet were empty, and I followed him on the horseback.