However, Jiao Shun waited for a while in the backyard flower hall. Seeing Aunt Xue leading four maids in from outside, she hurriedly bowed and bowed her head to see her. She looked respectful on the surface, but secretly looked up and secretly.

I didn't expect that when I raised my eyes, I actually looked at Aunt Xue.

Feeling the enthusiasm in Jiao Shun's eyes, Aunt Xue was not only panic and embarrassed, but also felt more ashamed and self-blame.

How could she know how many calculations Jiao Shun hid in secret?

I was kind and naive and thought it was all because I was still blamed for not being able to explain clearly, so I repeatedly led to misunderstandings.

Now by accident, Brother Shun is getting deeper and deeper, but he is still trying to cut off all this ruthlessly...

Aunt Xue avoided Jiao Shun's gaze with guilt and guilt, and tried to calm down after walking to the middle of the Arhat bed.

Although I was a little sorry for Brother Shun, if I continued to give him nothingness, wouldn’t I become the ghost and fox demon in the storybook who plays with the feelings of young people?

After making up his mind, Aunt Xue waved her hand to the maid standing on both sides and said, "I have something to tell Brother Shun alone, you can go down first."

In fact, it is really against etiquette and law to be alone in a room on this night, but Aunt Xue made up her mind to cut off the love thread with wisdom sword, so she didn't care about these minor details for the time being.

The maid responded in unison and then came out one after another.

Seeing that the door closed again, Aunt Xue took a deep breath and turned her eyes to Jiao Shun again.

With eyes facing each other, although she tried her best to maintain the image of a loving elder, her hands that were gathered in her sleeves were nervously twisted into twists. Not to mention the palm of her palm, even a layer of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

Aunt Xue tried hard to calm her mind and said seriously: "Brother Shun, I'm looking for you this time, I actually want to..."

"Mrs!"

At this moment, Jiao Shun suddenly stood up from the chair, bullied two steps forward like a vicious dog, and said excitedly with a flushed face: "You don't need to say anything, I understand! I was afraid that it was

I was self-indulgent and abrupt wife. Now I have been summoned and favored by my wife repeatedly, and I only know, only then…”

As he said that, he bullied him half a step forward, less than half a foot away from the Arhat bed.

Jiao’s achievements in the path of Fengyue are only inferior to those of Ximen Daguan. How can he not see Aunt Xue’s true intention?

If she really solved the "misunderstanding" and didn't say anything to go further, I'm afraid she might not even have the chance to make a comeback.

Therefore, Jiao Shun made a quick decision and chose to take the initiative!

Faced with his behavior of becoming a beauty, Aunt Xue was so scared that she shrank back, and her pink back hit the coffee table, then calmed down a little, and hurriedly said, "You, don't get me wrong, I, I..."

"I know, I know!"

Jiao Shun interrupted Aunt Xue excitedly again, and relied on the secretly holding her breath, she vividly performed a dog-licking dog, which was excited and uneasy after getting the mercy of the goddess in her dream.

He continued to take a half step forward, and after arousing Aunt Xue's panic again, he hurriedly retracted his feet, staring at Aunt Xue's beautiful face with a burning look, while he said in a panic with insufficient confidence: "Madam, Madam, Madam,"

The character of a pure and lively Bodhisattva is like a person who is willing to tolerate my arbitrary actions, how dare I blaspheme myself? As I can see you like now, I will be so happy that I will be about to dance.

Come out!"

As he said that, he pressed his hand on his heart and heart that was beating wildly due to holding his breath and lacking oxygen, and his face looked crazy and like a dream and drunk.

Facing Jiao Shun's attitude, Aunt Xue was also heartbroken. Although these confessions in person were not as elegant as the opera, they seemed to have been directly wedged into her chest, making her already restless heart almost unable to bear the burden.

With the blessing of this heart rate surge, she felt that every inch of her skin was heating up rapidly, as if it was about to dissolve under the scorching gaze.

She raised her hand tremblingly to hold the same trembling heart, frowned and opened her small mouth slightly, adding three points of sick beauty to her plumpness and plumpness. For a moment, she seemed to be like the soul of Xizi penetrated Yang Fei and Daiyu took over the house. Baochai looked at Jiao Shun and was restless, and her heart was beyond words.

I didn't want the naked gaze, but Aunt Xue regained her calmness and subconsciously blurted out: "You're wrong, wrong, wrong..."

This time, it was not Jiao Shun who interrupted her, but she could not speak too "ruthless" words no matter what.

Since what Brother Shun wanted was just a few occasions to meet him, why bother me? Why bother me? I have to hurt his heart?

And just as her mind was shaken, Jiao Shun decisively launched the "serious move".

He first let out a light 'huh', reached out and slashed his chest a few times, as if he suddenly found something in his arms, then raised his head and punched his eyebrows, blaming himself: "Damn it, I almost forgot it, I almost forgot it. Just do the job!"

As he said that, he put his hand into his clothes, quietly took out the picture from his sleeve bag, spread it out, and held it in his hands and held it in front of Aunt Xue.

"This is?"

Aunt Xue glanced at Jiao Shun and saw his face full of hope and encouragement, so she hesitated to take it.

"This is?!"

Just a glance, she couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes. After the four lines of the Book of Songs Jiao Shun were revised, they became much more plain and cliché. In addition, the pictures that suited the scene, how could Aunt Xue not see this. Is it describing what happened on the birthday?

"When the young man holds his wrist and clares his mind, he looks at him from afar and feels pity for his hand. He can't forget the autumn waves of red mud banks, and the beautiful fur is leaning against this flower."

She recited the poem word by word, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes: After she ran away shyly, Jiao Shunyao looked at her back. Not only was she not disappointed, but she was full of love to pity her embarrassment when she shrank her hands to avoid it.

When he could no longer see himself, he stood in front of the rocks for a long time, imagining his beautiful appearance of waiting beside the rocks by the pool, leaning against the flowers.

This feeling is like seeing it in person!

Aunt Xue didn't even bother to investigate whether there were flowers at that time. She just felt that the poem and painting seemed to condense into an invisible big hand, and pierced into the chest like a previous confession, rubbing her already overwhelmed heart. The pinch is numb and soft.

So much so that she suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes and her body fell backwards involuntarily.

Jiao Shun quickly grabbed her white wrist and called out, "Madam, Madam? What's wrong with you?"

Aunt Xue suddenly came to her senses for a while, shook her head and replied: "It's nothing."

Immediately I realized that my wrist was being pinched in Jiao Shun's palm. She wanted to break away as if she was electrocuted, but the poem "The young man held his wrist and clarified his wrist, and looked at him from afar and felt pity for a moment when he shrank his hand. I can't bear it.

He hesitated for a moment, and simply pretended to be nothing, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is this you, you wrote it?"

"How can I have such a skill?"

Jiao Shunhan smiled and scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "I really can't forget what happened that day, and I can't write anything serious, so the two-day caregiver found hundreds of poems and lyrics from it.

I chose two songs that were quite appropriately pieced together and modified them to commemorate them.”

As he said that, he pointed the modified parts to Aunt Xue one by one, and took the opportunity to put his head on the rice paper. He was only separated from Aunt Xue's face, which was both happy and ashamed, and had both a youthful [demonic] and a mature [female].

Half an arm away.

Aunt Xue was disappointed when she first learned that this poem was not written by Jiao Shun. However, after hearing Jiao Shun's explanation, she found that the meaning of this poem was almost completely irrelevant to the original model.

Although it cannot be considered to be created out of thin air, how many poems in ancient and modern times are transformed into works by predecessors?

According to the standards of some scholars, it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem was written by Jiao Shun.

Especially, he was a rude and unwilling slave, who could choose the right one from hundreds of poems to make it his own use, and modify it so appropriately, but he was afraid that the hard work would be ten times greater than those scholars.

more than!

If it were those who were cunning, they would probably have to directly commit suicide. However, he would tell him honestly, without any intention of deceiving him...

After thinking about this, Aunt Xue was not only no longer disappointed, but Ji Dong in her heart also surpassed her previous ones.

She murmured the poem, subconsciously looked up at Jiao Shun, and then she realized that the two of them were breathing together.

Aunt Xue shyly shyly shyly, but because Jiao Shun grabbed his wrist, he could only keep a little distance.

She hesitated for a moment, and had never broken free from Jiao Shun's claws, and blushed and said softly: "Okay, it's really hard for you to have this kind of heart."

"I'm just flirting with it, just ask my wife not to laugh."

"Where is it!"

Aunt Xue said anxiously: "This is already great! Not to mention Wenlong, Baoyu may not be able to..."

"Mrs!"

Jiao Shun pretended to be praised and was full of joy and danced: "It's good if you like it, it's good if you like it, I, I'm so happy!"

Seeing him like this, Aunt Xue couldn't help but smile, but she didn't expect Jiao Shun to be confused by the smile on her lips. She could not help but lean forward and snatch her lips hard!

Aunt Xue's affectionate eyes suddenly widened, and she was actually given by someone other than her deceased husband...

She was suspected to be in a dream for a moment, and suddenly she struggled desperately for a moment.

Jiao Shun considered that this was the back house of the Xue family, and there were a few maids and servants not far away, so he finally gave up his plan to be more and more arrogant.

Following Aunt Xue's struggle and pushing, he pretended to be waking up from a dream, took two steps back in panic, and stammered: "I, I...I..."

After saying the four words "I" without further ado, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

Bang ~

This crisp and loud slap immediately dispelled Aunt Xue's anger, and she couldn't help but let Jiao Shun go.

Jiao Shun also knelt on his knees at the right time, showing a frustration of regret, and said, "It's all my fault that I can't help myself, and I'll just let my wife deal with it if I want to be beaten or punished. I just want my wife not to hate me for this in the future.

That's good!"

As the saying goes, a man has gold under his knees, and he has already kneeled down. What else can he do?

Besides, the attitude is so sincere...

Looking back, don’t say that he, a young man, couldn’t help himself for a moment, but his mind was shaken and he let him hold his wrists?

Thinking of this, Aunt Xue's anger dissipated 90% of her anger and said helplessly: "Get up and talk."

"Aren't Madam going to punish me?"

"Oh~"

Aunt Xue sighed and shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I'm not right now... In short, you can get up and talk first."
To be continued...