Chapter 223 Familiar With

Zian lay down, resting his hands on the back of his head, looking at him with dark eyes, "Murong Jie, I suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter?" Murong Jie looked at her, her quiet appearance was very good-looking, and she didn't notice her address.

"Why does Prince Li keep a dog?"

Murong Jie pulled her up and rubbed her face, "Don't change the subject, tell me why you laughed just now."

Zian pushed his hand away, "Don't mess with my hairstyle, the bun I made myself today, does it look good?"

"Don't change the subject!" Murong Jie was furious.

"Didn't change the subject," Zi'an stretched out his hands to brush his hair, and muttered, "I just think I've spent all my time dressing up, and you didn't even look at it, and you feel a little uncomfortable."

"Say it, will you say it?" Murong Jie pulled her roughly, grabbed her neckline with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and said angrily.

Zian blinked his eyes, looked at him fixedly, and then called out emotionally, "My lord!"

The atmosphere was a bit strange, Murong Jie looked into her eyes, moved her red lips, and had a momentary impulse in his mind, "What?"

"Your other hand, can you move it a little bit!" Zian said, licking his lips.

Murong Jie lowered his head, only to realize that his wrist had actually touched the softness of her chest, he pushed her away violently, and said in disgust, "You don't feel like grabbing her like this, you look like a man, Xia Zian, you have no figure." what?"

Zian muttered, "I'm still growing."

Murong Jie squinted at her, "Shameless."

"Murong Jie!"

"Call the prince!"

"Prince Murong Jie!"

"Call me the lord, you are not allowed to call me by my surname directly!"

Zi'an propped up his chin and looked at him straight, "The night is quiet, I have a suggestion!"

"What proposal?" Murong Jie looked at her warily.

Zian approached him, "Why don't we go out for a drink!"

"Drink?" Murong Jie's face relaxed, "Can you drink?"

Zian looked at him and nodded heavily, "I drink very well."

It's great to make him forget the sadness just now. I hope he will always be in such a relaxed state. Then, what if she gets drunk with him all night?

"Where to drink?" Murong Jie asked.

"Just go to the stream in the suburbs of Beijing." They can get drunk there without any scruples.

Murong Jie picked her up, "Get up, change clothes!"

Zi'an ran over quickly, changed clothes behind the screen, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, carried a lantern in his hand, picked up a flint, and went out with him sneakily.

He came on horseback, there were no extra horses, the two rode together, and after buying wine in a tavern in the city, they quickly left the city.

When leaving the city, Murong Jie told her to hide her face in his arms, and showed the token to the guarding soldiers. Seeing that the token belonged to the regent, the guarding soldiers hurriedly opened the city gate to let them go.

When they came to the stream, Zian lit the lanterns and put them aside, then each of them sat on a big rock with a jug of wine.

Zi'an seemed very happy, although tonight was definitely not a day to be happy about, but she was really relaxed because this was her first formal entertainment after coming to ancient times.

Murong Jie seemed to have forgotten the pain caused by Aunt Si Zhu's death, touched the flagon with her, and took a sip with his head raised.

Zian also took a sip, and the spicy wine rolled down his throat, feeling like a fire. After the burn was over, his face began to heat up, and his tense nerves relaxed.

Zi'an leaned on his shoulder, looked up at the sky, the sky after the rainstorm, the stars were hidden, and the moonlight was unclear. She took a deep breath, feeling very comfortable, as if the air was sweet.

"I haven't been so relaxed for a long time, let's have a toast to the night's breeze and light moon!" Zian raised the wine pot and laughed.

"Stupid?" Murong Jie knocked her on the head once, "I just came out for a glass of wine, why are you so happy?"

"Happy!" Zian turned back to look at him, his eyes shining brightly.

Stealing half a day's leisure, this feeling is really fucking cool.

Murong Jie was already a little bit drunk, and he went to find Zian after drinking several catties in the mansion.

Looking at people through drunk eyes is always very beautiful. He also especially liked seeing Zian's bright smile, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his arms, "Xia Zian, you don't look good, but you look pretty when you smile."

Well, it's his usual style to stomp hard first and then give some sweetness.

However, she is really not convinced that she is not good-looking.

Facing his face, she straightened her expression, "What's wrong with me?"

She is clearly very good-looking, and sometimes when she looks in the mirror, she feels that this face is really a gift from God.

His fingers slid across her face, "The sky is not full enough, the eyebrows are not black enough, the eyes are slightly big but dull, the nose is not small enough, the nose is not big enough, the mouth is not big enough to eat, the chest is flat and almost... "

"Shut up!" Zian gritted his teeth and said, "If you say that, I'm not at all well." Moreover, what he said about the fullness of the sky is useless, and it's all about men.

"But don't feel inferior, as long as I like it." Murong Jie said solemnly.

"Thank you!" Zian glared, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little, he likes it? Is this what she thinks she likes?

Murong Jie looked at the corners of her mouth fluttering, his heart moved, his movements were one step faster than his brain, and he imprinted it.

The moment the four lips met, his mind became clear and he wanted to move away, but the softness and warmth of her lips attracted him, so he was a little reluctant.

Zi'an's mind went blank for a while, and then she realized that he was somewhat resistant, and she immediately stretched out her hands to hook his neck, trying to hide? too late!

Zi'an obviously felt that the opponent obviously had no skills and was just relying on instinct. However, she is even less skillful, everything follows his rhythm, of course, she is pretending.

She is not bad looking in modern times, and she is not a nerd, how could she not talk about the love that should be talked about in her youth?

The low match of college love is hugging and kissing, the standard match is to open a room and do some shy things, the high match has heard that there are a few opponents, but... Forget it, anyway, she only stays at the low match in college love, it’s nothing Qualifications talk about high profile.

After a long time, the two separated, and both of them were short of breath.

The forehead is still pressed against, this kind of intimacy feels very good and comfortable.

"You just pulled my king's hair and it hurts." Murong Jie complained.

"I didn't pull your hair."

"Yes, look at your hands."

Zian looked at the palm of his hand, and there were indeed some hairs. It seemed that she had used too much force just now to fear that he would escape.

"Well, I must be a little nervous for the first time." Zi'an said shyly.

"Will it be better a few more times?" Murong Jie looked at her and asked, his eyes darkened.

Zian raised his head to look at him, and licked his lips, "This, practice makes perfect, it might be better."

"Then... how familiar are you?"

Zian pulled his head over, "What nonsense?" He printed it directly.

Murong Jie felt that her neck was being pressed in by her nails, it hurt, what a rude woman!