heart has peach garden

Chapter 17

I had dinner with Yin Xueji, and before going to bed, I forced him to take a medicinal bath.

Yin Xueji hated the strong bitter taste of various herbal medicines. Under my repeated urging, he walked slowly, step by step and looking back at the medicinal bath pool.Before stepping into the medicine pond, he turned his head back to see if I had any signs of changing my mind.

I joked: "Resign yourself to your fate, even if you cry now, I won't soften my heart."

Yin Xueji still couldn't do anything to get angry because she didn't want to take a bath, seeing that she was doomed to escape this catastrophe today, she went down with all her heart.

He hasn't vomited these days, otherwise I wouldn't dare to torture him with medicated baths.His body has suffered a lot, and I do my best every day, thinking that I can make up for him a little bit, but generally speaking, it doesn't have much effect.Persisting in this way may be just for psychological comfort.Yin Xueji talked a few times, but in the end he didn't express his opinion on it. He seemed to have an insight into my thoughts. He knew that it was useless, but he still cooperated with my willfulness and tried one by one.

I sat by the pool and waited for him, thinking about other things in my mind, and I was a little lost for a while.The bastard Yin Xueji saw the right time, and took advantage of my unpreparedness, dragged me into the "water", and the medicine juice splashed all over, sticky all over my body.

Out of breath, I grabbed Yin Xueji who was about to run away, and raised my hand to beat him, but I couldn't find a suitable place, so I could only symbolically slap him twice on the buttocks.

After making a fuss for a while, I carried him to the clear water pool to wash him off. He leaned drowsily in my arms, half-opening his eyes and looking at me, his misty eyes were hazy, as if he was silently inviting me.

Yin Xueji doesn't know much about love/desire, but this doesn't prevent his body from instinctively asking me for something for him.

I ignored this invitation without changing my face, grabbed his unconscious hand, wiped off the water on his body a few times, took him back to the room and put him on the bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, Yin Xueji woke up suddenly, and the fog in her eyes also dissipated, leaving a little dazed.

Soon, the boy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at me slightly with his head sideways, a little inquiring, a little puzzled, and I don't know how many knots were tied in the crooked intestines in his stomach.

I didn't care about him, took out the soft ruler I had prepared early in the morning, and fiddled around him.

Yin Xueji's mind was instantly attracted: "What is this going to do?"

"I'll cut some clothes for you. What you're wearing now won't fit you in a few days." I wrapped the ruler around his waist and abdomen, "other people's wives are all white and fat, but you are fine, except where is your belly?" None of them are long."

As I said that, I raised his face seriously and looked at him: "He's much thinner, his chin is pointed."

Yin Xueji was quite helpless: "Don't try to make things difficult for others." He continued: "You bought so much cloth, and now you will measure it for me with your own hands. Is it possible... Do you want to try it yourself?"

When Yin Xueji asked casually, my face was on fire, and I couldn't hold back my face, so I had to bite the bullet and explain to him: "The ready-made clothes you bought definitely don't fit you, but I want to find a tailor with good craftsmanship to make it for you. You don't want to let outsiders get close, think about it, that's all, I'll do it myself."

Yin Xueji looked at me in amazement, her admiration was beyond words: "It's amazing, you can do this!"

With his boast, I had already put the little bit of discomfort and embarrassment out of my mind, and the peacock in my heart was trembling its tail, faintly showing signs of opening its tail.

I smiled smugly, took out a needle, and showed it in front of him: "Don't underestimate it, this little thing can not only be used as a hidden weapon. You let the criminals handcuff it, and it can be used to unlock it; When wandering in the wild and encountering a river, you can bend it into a hook to fish and eat; if you are seriously injured and bleeding, you can still sew up the wound with a needle and thread for emergency..."

Yin Xueji clapped her hands while listening, and echoed insincerely: "Oh... that's really amazing."

Knowing that the more I said, the more outrageous I became, so I simply shut up.The measurement in my hand was eight/nine, and I ran to the desk, picked up a half-dry pen, and painted a few ghostly symbols on the paper that I only recognized, and then went back to hug Yin Xueji, and fell asleep at ease.

As for why I hug him when I sleep...it's all tears of bitterness.

At first, although he and I slept on the same bed, we shared different quilts.For several days in a row, when I woke up in the morning, I saw that my bed was lying on the ground "spreading all over the place", and the whole body was covered with the plain satin embroidered silver dark pattern that should be exclusive to Yin Xueji. The brocade quilt, Yin Xueji himself let me act as an ice cube to cool down, firmly pressed in his arms, unable to move.

Afterwards, according to Yin Xueji, I was the one who kicked the quilt out of the bed that night, then snatched his quilt and occupied him...

When I heard it, I believed it, and I was ashamed of it.

Yin Xueji said empathetically that it was nothing, and cited one or two embarrassing things she had experienced, as a joke, to ease the embarrassment for me.On the way, he also suggested: Since the two of us, one is afraid of the cold and the other is afraid of the heat, when we fall asleep at night, why not stay together and each get what we need?

At that time, I felt that there was some truth to it, so I didn't realize it for a while, and let Yin Xueji be dragged onto the "thief boat" that was prepared early, and I haven't been able to get off until now.

Fortunately, he sleeps honestly, and it is really comfortable to hold him in my arms, and he didn't cause me any trouble.

I put my arms around his waist, and put my palms on his swollen abdomen. In the dead of night, I can occasionally feel the child's subtle movements inside.

My heart is slightly hot, and I really want to touch it, but I am a little uncertain about Yin Xueji's attitude.He seldom touches his belly actively, and sometimes he seems to have forgotten about it, running and jumping freely without any scruples, and he is a little too indifferent to this child.

Does he...don't like this kid?

Would he be disgusted by others touching his stomach?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the case, and I didn't dare to act rashly in my hands, but Yin Xueji in my arms suddenly laughed, her cool palms covered the back of my hands, and her fingers gently inserted between my fingers, leading me hands, rubbing slowly on his stomach together.

"Touch it if you want to," Yin Xueji said softly, with a different kind of temptation in the night, "Why bother yourself about such a trivial matter?"

Even though my heart made him melt into water, I still had to frown and pretend to be angry: "You read mind again! How many times have you said that this kind of crooked method should not be used! You still hate your own life!" Is it not long enough?"

"It's my fault, I won't do it next time." Yin Xueji gave in first, and stroked the back of my hand lightly with his fingertips, then asked me, "Do you like this kid?"

Without thinking, I said, "Of course I do."

Yin Xueji's fingers landed on the back of my hand.He was silent for a long time, I turned him over worryingly, and faced me: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yin Xueji's expression and tone remained the same, "This child, what kind of person is he?"

His question brought back memories of my first meeting with Yin Xingyi.

At that time, in early spring and March, a major and difficult event occurred in the Jianghu, and the heads of the various sects had to gather together to discuss countermeasures.

I went late, and the decent restaurants and inns were all full. In desperation, I could only get into the simple tea shed built by the roadside, and a few people squeezed on a stool to rest temporarily.

The places with the most people are the most lively.Everyone was talking nonsense, and all of them became rare heroes in the world. They were congenial, and immediately found a broken bowl with a broken mouth, scooped up the free coarse tea provided in the shed, touched each other, and became brothers with different surnames. .

I mingled in it, watching it lively, when the atmosphere was in full swing, a small climax suddenly ushered in, and everyone crowded to the side of the shed.Although I didn't know why, I had nothing else to do here, so I also stepped on the stool and stretched my neck to look out.

"I'm coming!"

After the sound, everyone held their breaths and concentrated on looking at the group of white-clothed men riding horses from the street.

At this time, there was still some distance, and I couldn't see the characteristics of their clothes clearly, so it was difficult to judge which family they came from.Out of curiosity, he finally asked the people around him.

"You don't know?" The person I questioned looked disgusted. I don't know if he despised my "ignorance" or thought I was occupying the latrine. Move the little palace master!"

The sound of horseshoes was approaching, and the people beside them had no time to care about other things. What's more, they picked up the baskets, grabbed the wild flowers they picked from inside, and threw them outside.

Yellow ones, purple ones, pink ones... Flowers rained down on the leading boy in white.

The young man sat on the back of the horse, not annoyed by the flowers being smashed, turned his head, and smiled through the vast expanse of snow-like catkins, all the color of the radiant spring faded in this instant.

Beauty is really beautiful.

But Jianghu has never been a place where status is judged by appearance. Besides, people who are fat, swallows and thin have their own preferences. It makes no sense that Yin Xingyi can be treated differently by everyone.

"What do you know!" Unsurprisingly, I was blindsided again.

"That's right, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Little Palace Master Xingyi is not only good-looking, but also has high martial arts skills and a kind heart. He is simply a messenger sent from heaven!"

"As soon as I see him, I can forget all my worries!"

I told Yin Xueji the whole passage, and he didn't have much reaction after listening to it, he just picked a few words and repeated them: "The number one beauty...a kind heart...a messenger from heaven...hehe..."

The last chuckle with unknown meaning made my heart shudder.

I worriedly asked again: "Xue Ji, are you really alright?"

Yin Xueji: "Back then, you didn't intend to pay any attention to me when you were in Niaosongjian, but later you mistook me for him, so you turned back and took a look."

I'm not so sure: "...Is that so?"

"It's true."

"If I knew it was you from the beginning, I wouldn't have abandoned it."

"Hard to say."

I was amused: "How could you be so jealous with your own son?"

Yin Xueji said with a serious expression: "In your eyes, I am no different from him."

I was amazed by his thoughts: "How is it possible? You are you, he is him, the difference is huge!"

Yin Xueji raised her eyebrows slightly: "In your opinion, don't they all be juniors who need to be taken care of?"

"How can it be the same?" I put my index finger on Yin Xueji's lips, not giving him a chance to speak, "When I see him, I only feel close to him and want to be my son; when I see you, my heart beats faster and I want to Pulled into bed to be the owner's wife."