Husband, Don't Be Panic

Chapter 319

Sanskrit had a long dream.

The dream was beautiful and strange, as if she had experienced all the ups and downs of joys and sorrows, but she had no eyes and was indifferent to the noise.

Finally, she wore a complicated red dress, and the beads and hairpins were jingling between the temples. She turned around in the light of the fire and saw a vague figure. She waved to her with a crane cloak and wide sleeves and a high cornice. Before she touched it, it disappeared with the fire.

When she woke up, she slowly opened her eyes, a ray of light suddenly reflected in her eyes, and then busily closed her eyebrows. As a result, the light red gradually faded away from her eyes. After waiting for a long time, she could slowly open her eyes.

Sanskrit holds the bed with one hand and brushes his face with the other, blocking the bright sunlight outside the window. He sweeps around to find out where he is.

Still listening to Fengwu.

She slowly stretched out her hand and wrapped her wrists carefully. Layers of white gauze suddenly gave a bitter smile, and she fell on the side of the couch. The weariness and weariness of her whole body came up like the tide. She began to recall slowly, recalling all kinds of listening to Fengwu in the past few months, recalling the man's voice and face, and recalling the incisive pain of that night >The girl's face was pale, like the cold snow that had not disappeared in winter, and her lips were pale and bloodless, as if she had seen through the faint snow. Eyebrows, eyelashes floating fine dust, pupil not half of the mood, the water green long shirt is very wide, loose and loose on the body, like wood carving. The original aura could not be seen.

When she was in the palace, she had seen the subordinates who had been accused of marriage by the Lord. Most of the women were maids bought from the Hu people. Although she was pretty and charming, she could not do anything with her hands. She wanted to marry a man whom she had never seen on one side. She once heard people sobbing and sobbing, but she was still puzzled at that time.

You're going to get married. What's the point of crying?

The bride was hung upside down on the beam after the wedding night, and the red mandarin duck brocade shoes were dangling in the air.

She killed herself.

Sanskrit arms around the knees, curled up into a ball, maintained a constant posture, do not know what is thinking, as if thinking of some people, as if thinking of themselves, those fragmentary memories seem to be particularly neatly put together at this time, only forget that night, about him.

Creak - the door was slowly opened, a tall and thin figure came against the light, trampling on the moon. The cold wind made a whirl, blowing to the Sanskrit, the girl suddenly trembled, pursed her lips, and her eyes twinkled.

It's Yao Guang.

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he didn't sit in a wheelchair. He walked slowly and slowly. However, he was still well dressed. He wore a long green shirt, a black cloak, and a tray, on which he used a complete set of blue and white porcelain to hold four dishes of seasonal vegetables and a bowl of lotus seed soup.

He stepped forward two steps and whispered, "you haven't eaten much all day. Now I'm afraid you're hungry. I'll make some and eat some."

Sanskrit does not speak or act. It is like a wooden doll with no expression.

"Where's Xiaohan?"

Yao Guang seemed not to have heard her words generally bent down, helpless way, "difficult not to want me to serve you meal?" He scooped a half spoon of soup, handed it to the girl's lips, and said in a good voice, "come on, open your mouth."

Sanskrit turned to avoid dodging, the man insisted on holding to feed, two people glued, she suddenly reached out a push, "I ask you Xiaohan!"

Yao Guang couldn't resist it. He just heard the clang, and the porcelain bowl was thrown on the ground. All of a sudden, the porridge was still steaming and steaming.

The room suddenly fell silent, a depressing silence.

Yao Guang seems to have not expected to look at the Sanskrit sound, eyes flashing, meaning unknown. And the girl, like a little animal being provoked, raised her eyes and glared at him.

No fear.

Yao Guang's reaction was even calmer than he expected, so he still said with a smile, "it's mostly because I didn't make it look like I did it. What do you want to eat? I'll go down the mountain to buy it tomorrow. Xiaohan is not here. There are only you and me here."

How tender and considerate his tone was. If he didn't know, he might think he was a newly married couple, but Sanskrit felt extremely disgusted. He raised his eyes coldly and looked at them like sharp blades.

"You killed Xiaohan?"

Yao Guang nodded and seemed to be kind enough to clean up the pieces that had fallen to the ground. "I have buried her deeply and arranged for her family to live in the city."

Sanskrit sneered, "then why not kill it with me?"

Yao Guang's actions stopped for a moment, and then raised his head. A trace of tenderness flashed through his narrow eyes. He said with a smile, "I can't bear it."

"..." was originally a sentimental sentence, but the whole Sanskrit felt greatly insulted. He sneered three times, "is it master confused or I remember wrong? If you really don't give up, how can you hurt me? Do you think I'd rather live like this? From the moment you made it, I would like to die! Surnamed Zhou, I tell you, if you don't kill me today, you will wait for me to kill you sooner or later. "Yao Guang seems to have heard something funny. He seems to be a domestic kitten showing his claws and teeth and wagging his head and tail. He has cleaned up the things in his hands and settled down in a gentle manner.

"Sanskrit, I will die after all. If I can die in your hands, I will be worthy of death." He murmured, "but before I die, you'd better stay by my side."

Even when the hatred reached the extreme, Sanskrit was completely out of her mind. She knew that her confrontation with Yao Guang was nothing but a mantra. She did not realize that the most distinctive emotion was not anger and hatred, but disappointment.

It's the beauty of carefully building everything up, stomping into the dust and mud, and then stepping on a few feet after the disappointment. The white moonlight became the light of a knife piercing her chest.

"Come and have a drink with me."

Yao Guang poured her a glass of wine. The white petals were floating in the clear wine, which was actually the famous pear blossom wine of Dali. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I don't have the strength to deal with you. " ??

??? "I don't..." Fanyin just wanted to say that he had given up drinking, but in the middle of the speech, he stopped. He just gritted his teeth, held up his glass, drank it up, and looked at him coldly.

"Good!" He clapped his hands, as if he were very happy, "have another drink!"

? He poured her three cups in a row, and she kept drinking until the glass was dry without saying a word. The pear blossom wine is soft in the mouth, but it has a strong aftereffect. After several cups of wine on her empty stomach, her stomach suddenly burns like heat, and a heat rises, which makes her pale cheek a little red, which makes her eyes bright as autumn water.

Yao Guang held out a hand and fondled the girl's soft hair. "Sanskrit," his voice was really deep and sweet, like mellow rice wine, and "you shouldn't come to see me."

His clear eyes seemed to have a thin layer of mist. It was hard to see what kind of emotion it was, whether there was a trace of compassion, or ridicule, or resolute determination.

Sanskrit's chin was gently raised by the man, and he felt her trembling slightly, as if she had been stabbed by a sword. However, she did not speak, did not resist, just closed her eyes.

He drew close to her lips and gazed at her. Two people's breath interlaced together, but he did not kiss. In the rain, the blue light reflected on her pale skin, as white as porcelain.

Fanyin is like a puppet doll carefully carved, but there is no expression on her delicate face. If her eyelashes did not tremble, I am afraid others would not see that this is a face belonging to a living person.

He gazed at her with a sneer, and suddenly held her down and kissed her fiercely.

Her lips were closed, soft and cold, as if dead. He couldn't do it. Suddenly he got angry, grabbed her by the skirt and pushed her down on the couch beside her. She didn't resist, but she didn't move. She looked at him coldly. That kind of eyes could cool the hottest steel instantly.

Yao Guang was not satisfied. He wanted to see the girl's struggle and cry. Just like that night, she looked like a flower suddenly withering in the fire in full bloom.

Slowly, he wanted to understand why Sanskrit was so different for himself. After seeing his other side, others would choose to endure for the sake of life, or obey in the habit, or even follow the strong with respect, such as Xiaohan.

She was also a smart woman. Whether she joined the merchant's house or threw herself into a side room of a senior official's house, she could live a stable life. Unfortunately, she chose him. At the beginning, when the palm was waved out, there was no trace of shame in his heart. It was her life that escaped. It was her life that could not be avoided.

However, the Sanskrit is different, but he has to fight against it. Instead, it is like Xu Xing's taste. He wants to mobilize everything around him, lead her into the urn step by step, so that she can admire her admiration, stir up her original intention, and then subvert all this with his own hands.

He longed to see her faith crumble and her mind as confused as he was then. As soon as she closed her eyes, the girl's delicate appearance of struggling and panting under him would recall that there was a wisp of poisonous fire in her chest, and she would not let him go.

But the girl quietly bear his slightly rude kiss usurpation, there is not a trace of redundant look, like a wooden man.

Yao Guang suddenly felt a little tired and boring.

Sanskrit looked up and laughed.

The old scab on her lips was not healed, and a tiny wound burst out. The blood slowly oozed out of a small piece. She said, "master, now you and I have become this scene. Are you satisfied?"

Yao Guang looked at her with his head askew, and suddenly put out a hand to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, "Sanskrit, you are different, understand? You are different. "

"Different Ha, what a difference. " Sanskrit looked at Yao Guang straightforwardly, "is it that I'm so stupid that I'm different? From the moment I worship you as a teacher, everything has been calculated, waiting for me to bump in... So, what are those "Yao Guang, you could have sneaked into the palace and directly took me away, didn't you?""Yao Guang's eyes looked far away, as if he were looking at the dust in the air. The light fell on his eyelashes, and there was a fine golden light flashing. His lips seemed to move slightly, but he did not make a sound.

It doesn't matter. The hesitation and error correction that arise from the bottom of my heart are not important. They are like a bunch of fresh shoots that are crushed into the mud before they can grow.

"Yao Guang, now it's my turn to ask you," fanyin suddenly approached the man with a pale and delicate face, but his mouth was full of cunning smile. "I admit that I'm in love with you, but you're such a two-sided person, and you've spent a lot of time locking me up here. You don't like me, do you?"

The man's eyes flashed suddenly, and a kiss was lingering and deep. She did not know the skills, but in the green and astringent, she was obsessed by nature.

However, he suddenly straightened his body, and suddenly turned to his side, and the sharp blade of his sword wiped his sideburns!