Offering Salted Fish To Master

"Well, I must tell you that this child was not born to me." Liao Tingyan tried to reason with the 16-year-old Majesty calmly.

Your Majesty sat opposite her and smiled coldly when he heard the words, "Don't lie, this child looks like me, but his eyes look very much like you. What's the use of denying you? Does denial do not exist."

Liao Tingyan: I don't deny this thing, and it doesn't exist!

Black snake silk sits between the pair of Taoists, swaying his legs on the table, like a confused little boy who has been divorced by his parents and has no idea where to go.

Liao Tingyan was also lost, and looked at the black snake's face carefully, thinking, do these eyes look like me? Why am I not feeling it? She used to go back to her hometown during the Chinese New Year. She always heard about her cousin who looked like herself, but she couldn't tell every time. At this moment, she couldn't help wondering if her eyes were not so good.

Did everyone see it, but I didn't see it? She remembered the people in the Demon Realm who had no doubt about the relationship between her and the black snake mother and son over the years.

Liao Tingyan: "He was indeed made by you alone." After feeding too much blood to feed him into a mutant snake, he didn't know what he did to transform him into a human form.

Sima Jiao: "The more you talk, the more ridiculous." He faced Liao Tingyan with a face that held the truth of the whole world, completely distrusting her truth.

Yes, the truth in this world is harder to believe.

In fact, whether it is a sixteen-year-old Majesty or a several-hundred-year-old master, they are all exactly the same, stubborn and self-conscious. They feel that they are the best in the world, and everyone else is stupid, and they only believe in what they think. For example, if she believed that she loved her in the past, she had to give everything to her. Now that she was determined to be a demon, she would not listen to any explanation.

What a headache.

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"All right, I gave birth, your child, all right." Liao Tingyan didn't want to explain.

Sima Jiao said as expected: "I said you can't lie to me." The young man was quite proud.

Hey, why does this guy owe you so much.

However, Liao Tingyan looked at Dao Lu's tender face, sneered in his heart, OK, ancestor, just recognize it, wait until you recover your memory, and see how you feel when you think of it again. Do you hear the sound of your face slapped? Did you hear the "true fragrance" call from a long time ago?

I am waiting.

Sima Jiao accepted the sudden appearance of the goose, and also accepted Liao Tingyan’s pet fox that became a pig. Sometimes when lying with her, he would touch two fox and pig fur, but he loved it most. He still touched Liao Tingyan's waist.

Liao Tingyan came here for a month in a blink of an eye, and the monthly irritability period came as scheduled. She was pale in pain and was lying motionless on the bed.

Sima Jiao discovered her abnormal condition and asked the medical practitioner to come over. Liao Tingyan grabbed her hand, "It's useless, they can't see anything, and there is no way to relieve it." She said with a weak voice and half-closed eyes. .

Looking at her like this, Sima Jiao felt irritable and irritable in her heart, "What is going on? Why are you doing this?"

Liao Tingyan finally glanced at him, "...have been injured before."

Sima Jiao's expression was gloomy, and his tone was filled with wind and rain, "Who is it, who hurt you?!"

Liao Tingyan suddenly squeezed his hand hard, "It's you."

Sima Jiao categorically said: "Impossible." He retorted without thinking about it. He had a blind confidence that no one in this world would protect the woman in front of him like him.

Liao Tingyan felt painful and uncomfortable. Thinking about the pains of these years and months, and remembering the moment when Sima Jiao’s soul was captured, she took a breath and said, “You used to be very powerful and you have your protection. I, no one can hurt me, so the only thing that can hurt me is yourself."

"You killed me once." Liao Tingyan's tone was calm and ethereal, not as casual as usual.

"Impossible." Sima Jiao still said.

Liao Tingyan: "You were going to die at that time, you want me to die with you."

Sima Jiao fell into silence, watching Liao Tingyan's pale face without saying a word, he hesitated because he thought about the situation and was not sure if he would do it. To a certain extent, he is now a Sima Jiao who is easier to interpret than before, so his hesitation means that he might really want to kill her.

Liao Tingyan realized that he was not even scared. Yes, this is Sima Jiao. But how could he sacrifice himself to leave her everything.

Sima Jiao leaned over, holding up Liao Tingyan's face, "You didn't lie to me?"

Liao Tingyan: "You did kill me once 17 years ago."

Sima Jiao didn't believe the truth, but he seemed to really believe what she was telling. He held her with frowns and didn't know what to say for a while, only slowly stroked her hair.

He stared at Liao Tingyan’s face at the moment, and suddenly there was a short scene in front of him. He was holding her sitting in the blue pool, as if burning all over, while she looked at him with tears in her eyes and shook her head towards him. Shouting something, it looks like it's about to collapse. Compared to the usual paralyzed person, it seemed that something was broken in her eyes.

Sima Jiao was taken aback and pressed his tight chest.

What is that, his memories from the past?

Liao Tingyan grabbed Sima Jiao's hand. Sima Jiao returned to his senses. He held her hand and his tone slowed down a lot. It may be the softest tone in his life, "Really hurts?"

Liao Tingyan inhaled: "It really hurts."

"It hurts so much, Sima Jiao, it hurts so much."

It didn’t hurt like this before. Seventeen years ago, when Sima Jiao was not there, she found a pool to soak in those days, and when she was in pain, she shouted at Sima Jiao. Jiao was by her side, and she suddenly felt very painful, which made her especially want Sima Jiao to have pain with herself.

She did it. When she said in a weak tone that she was in pain, she saw Sima Jiao's expression, and for a moment she felt that he seemed to be in pain too, and she pressed her lips slightly intolerably.

At this time she felt soft again.

Forget it, deliberately making trouble for him, Sima Jiao is such a person, and this kind of pain, perhaps he has been suffering day and night for hundreds of years in his life. He is not as afraid of pain as she is, it is not because he is used to it.

Liao Tingyan stopped talking.

Sima Jiao seemed even more unbearable, "What will you do to ease?"

Liao Tingyan: "...Soaking in water will make it better."

Actually no, you need to soak in an ice-cold spiritual pool, but there is no such a spiritual pool here, and the body of ordinary people will be invaded by the cold next to this kind of spiritual pool. The current Sima Jiao can't stand this.

Hearing what she said, Sima Jiao hugged her to a pond behind the Ziquan Palace. He walked in with Liao Tingyan in his arms, soaked in it together, rubbed her lips against her forehead, "Do you feel good a little?"

Liao Tingyan leaned against his boy's arms, sniffed, and continued to lie to him, "It's better."

The spring water was clear, and their robes were entangled in the water. Liao Tingyan recalled many things in the past in the delicate pain of his body. It seems that only painful stimulation can make her memory a little bit lost and regained.

She remembered that when she was in Gengchen Immortal Mansion, Sima Jiao liked to soak in water. She remembered that at the beginning, he was soaking in a cold pool, so cold that even she could not stand it, but then, unconsciously, he started to find a pool to soak in.

why? It seemed to be because Sima Jiao wanted her to be with him no matter where he was soaking. Was it because she couldn't stand the cold pool, so he just found an ordinary pool to soak at will?

After many years, Liao Tingyan suddenly understood that Sima Jiao who was staring at her by the summer mountain stream. Was his mood the same as her now?

Perhaps he was also suffering a hundred times more pain than she is now, but he could still lean on it without showing the slightest color, smiled at her, stretched out his hand and said to her: "Come here." It was so calm that she felt that it was just A pleasant and lazy afternoon nap, an ordinary and comfortable time.

At that time their pain was not interlinked.

The Sima Jiao in the memory suddenly disappeared. Now the young Sima Jiao who doesn't remember anything is silently wiping the tears that fell on her cheeks.

"It really hurts?"

His brows kept frowning, carefully wiped her tears, and kissed her eyes again, filled with a smell of love and compassion. He was only a teenager, and he was a tyrant who didn't know what pity was.

Liao Tingyan gasped, raised his head and looked for his lips.

Sima Jiao brushed away the wet hair on the side of her cheek and kissed her with her head. Liao Tingyan hugged Sima Jiao's neck and held his back with both hands. He hugged her against the wall of the pool, her hair floating in the water, and his hands slowly stroked her back.

Liao Tingyan suddenly felt that the stinging pain caused by the spiritual fire in her body had eased. She left Sima Jiao's lips and leaned her head on his shoulder to gasp, "I'm better."

"Yeah." Sima Jiao kissed her neck sideways, rubbing her earlobe with his nose.

Liao Tingyan: "It doesn't seem to hurt as much after the kiss."

Sima Jiao thought for a moment, then began to untie her clothes.

Liao Tingyan: "Wait."

Liao Tingyan: "I'm in pain, let go."

Sima Jiao: "I'll try, be good and don't make noise."

Liao Tingyan: "I won't try! I, Liao Tingyan, died today. I died here. Don't do this!"

...

Liao Tingyan: "Do you feel pain?"

Sima Jiao: "..."

Liao Tingyan: "Otherwise, forget it? We didn't see you hurt before... at that time, or you are too young now..."

Sima Jiao pinched the back of her neck, "Shut up."

Liao Tingyan: "Puff hahahahahaha~"

Sima Jiao didn't turn into anger from her smile. He watched her smile, his brows loosened slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He held her tightly and changed his posture, rubbing her eyes with his thumb, "Yes. Doesn’t it hurt as much as before?"

As if it was really effective, the spirit fire was soothed by Sima Jiao.

Liao Tingyan remembered that she had been confused by beauty just now and could not hold it. Suddenly she felt a little ashamed. She covered her face and knocked her forehead on Sima Jiao’s shoulder. Sima Jiao smiled in her ears and laughed. Of Susu.

They are like two plants swaying in the water, entangled silently and tenderly.

"You really love me." Liao Tingyan was in a daze and heard Sima Jiao say so. He pressed her head and pressed her tightly against his arms.

Liao Tingyan closed his eyes and hugged him as well, and gave a hum.

If I do not love you, I will live happily no matter where I am.

But if I don't love you, I won't be so happy anywhere.

...

The ministers had been arguing for a long time below, but they didn't hear a word from your majesty. Everyone stopped and looked up and found that he hadn't listened to them at all. Although His Majesty didn't listen to what they said before, and behaved very casually, but today he was in a daze, with a hand on the tip of his nose, gently twisting, not knowing what he remembered, a rare real smile appeared on his face.

Unlike the majesty who will kill people because of a bad mood, he is like a young man who thinks of his sweetheart.

Ministers: ...surprise! ! !

Sima Jiao noticed their devilish expressions and stood up, "You can figure it out by yourself, you are going to the Summer Palace to escape the heat."

He took the imperial concubine, who was afraid of heat and loved to soak in water, to the summer palace to escape the heat. The ministers who had blew his rainbow fart for a long time began to feel heartbroken again: Your Majesty was deceived by beauty! Hopeless! The country must be subjugated!