The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 330:
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With a "squeak", the door opened.
Jin Siyu hugged Wang Shaoyao and walked through the door.
The study room was originally lit with a porcelain beauty lamp, which shrouded the room in bright light and shadow.
As the door opened, a man with a gentle temperament came in with a smile on his face, holding a delicate and delicate woman in his arms.
His hands were supporting her back and knees, his posture was gentle, her head rested on his chest, her long skirt was hanging down, and she was covered with his cloak. She raised her head slightly and looked at each other with a smile. The posture was like a flower that was almost blown by the wind, caught in the warmth of his gaze.
Jin Siyu carried her to the beauty couch in front of the bookshelf. He spread the cloak before placing her on the beauty couch. He then took the brocade mattress and covered her with it, as if he was afraid that she would not be able to sleep on it. It was comfortable, and he adjusted the movable pillows of the beauty couch several times for her. She was soft and at her mercy, her eyes clear and casual.
Looking through the gap in the curtain behind the bookshelf, looking at Jin Siyu's eyes, his eyes flickered in the candlelight, looking at her gentle and focused expression.
If it weren’t for the guard agencies on the third and third floors here, without the endless frightening tests, and without the restrictions placed on her by someone who might not know who—this is a man and woman who seem to have a deep love for each other.
Under the candlelight, Jin Siyu carefully arranged her hair, put her long black hair into a bunch, and carefully pulled it out from behind her back, hanging it under the couch to avoid being squished.
The beauty couch has always been placed in front of the bookshelf. Jin Siyu likes to read on the couch after picking up books. Her long hair is as flowing as flowing water, and the long tail of her hair drags to the ground.
He was behind the bookshelf, between the tents, staring at the long hair through the gap between the books.
The long hair was very beautiful, as thin and smooth as running water. He looked at it in a daze, remembering that since they met, he had rarely seen her with her hair down in a girly state - she always dressed in men's clothing, whether as a servant, a student, or an official. A young and important minister in light clothes and gentle clothes... There are many sides to her. On one side she is a bright young man with outstanding intelligence, and on the other side she is not who she is now.
Soft and light, open in the arms of other men.
The wind leaked in through the cracks in the window, blowing the ends of her hair and swaying like a dream. He recalled that when he first saw her hair, it was dripping with water, and it was held in her hands. She was holding her wet hair, standing halfway in the lake, and the water vapor Looking at him vaguely.
The hair that was shiny and black at that time, a piece of the most exquisite black silk, is still long now, but the luster at the end of the hair is a bit dim. She has been injured for a long time. Although she has a little makeup, her swaying hair is still Giving away her weakness.
A few of the longest hairs swayed gently, as close as if he could catch them if he stretched out his hand. However, he was silent in the shadows, not even breathing, let alone his fingers.
Immature harvesting will only destroy the flowers on the branches.
"Shaoyaoer." Jin Siyu sat behind the desk on the other side and called her softly, "I will deal with today's paperwork first. If you are tired, take a rest."
The name gave him a chill - peony, it was a shame she could remember it.
"Yes." She answered tactfully, with a slightly raised voice at the end, brisk and well-behaved, "Can I have a look at the books on the shelf?"
He raised his eyebrows behind the bookshelf - this woman had never spoken to him in this tone before. She was either businesslike and serious, or she had a fake smile on her face that seemed far away.
"It's your choice." Jin Siyu smiled and buried his head in the pile of documents.
She was half lying down, looking at the books on the bookshelf. From his angle, he could see her face.
I saw the scar on her forehead, the bruises between her eyebrows, and the pale complexion that she used to cover up with powder since she didn’t like to wear makeup. She was as thin as a piece of paper, and the world-famous doctor was at her side for long hours of treatment every day. It didn't even make her get better quickly.
The fact that she was so seriously ill couldn't help but make him think for a while. The poison in the army rations must have been solved after Zong Chen arrived, but the bruise between her eyebrows showed that she had other illnesses. Presumably the poison must have caused her old The illness was about to break out, but judging from Zong Chen's appearance, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he must not be in danger of his life.
Although I have thought about whether she was drugged by Jin Siyu, but with the descendants of the Xuanyuan family here, there is nothing to worry about.
It's just that in this state, it's difficult to bring her out of this dragon's den intact. No wonder Zong Chen and Gu Nanyi are clearly beside her, but there has been no movement until now.
He leaned against the wall, his fingers clasped on a protrusion next to the bookshelf, and watched her movements intently.
She reached out to select a book on the bookshelf, her sleeves were extremely long and covered her fingers. Her hand clicked through the rows on the bookshelf, and suddenly stopped at one position.
There was a copy of "The Grand Canon of Dai Viet", a compilation of classics, history, astronomy and geography. Each volume was as thick as a palm. The book was blocking his face. When he pulled out the book, There was still a layer of curtains covering it, but once the light and shadow came through, the outline of his face could easily be revealed.
The fingers stopped there, without hesitation, and slowly pulled them out.
He smiled silently and bitterly.
"Which one do you want to read?" Jin Siyu turned around and saw it, and said, "It's too heavy. Let me get it for you." He walked over.
"Oops." She looked up and stopped her hand, "You reminded me that it is indeed too heavy. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it after I take it. I'd better change it to another one."
"Okay." Jin Siyu walked away, took a "Selected Poems" from the bookshelf next door, and said with a smile: "You women, look at this to cultivate your temperament."
She smiled and rolled her eyes at Jin Siyu, "Are you implying that I have no temperament?"
Jin Siyu smiled but said nothing, with a gentle expression.
She didn't ask further questions, pursed her lips and smiled, her hairy hair and misty eyes under the shadow of the lamp.
Just like children flirting, the gentle breath is flowing in the air.
He suddenly felt sore in his heart.
She had never smiled at him like this, never been so close to him, even if it was fake, it didn't seem like it.
But she lay down leisurely, flipping through the "Selected Poems" one by one, and kept mumbling to herself, as if she was very addicted. He looked at it, and the corners of his lips slightly curved, He thought to himself that this woman was the most noble born actor in the world, and she was absolutely perfect no matter what she did, whether it was true or false - he remembered that she had clearly said that the art of poetry was a small skill, and that the careful consideration of words and sentences would only make people more obsessed with it. It's pedantic, so she doesn't read these on weekdays. She only watches them to hypnotize her.