Chapter 202
Wu Weian put down the heart-turning bottle gently in front of Ji Yunxi: "I've been up at night for the past few days, just to make up for this."
He raised his head deliberately: "Look at it, can it be repaired?"
Ji Yunxi glanced at his two panda eyes, then picked up the heart-turning bottle and looked at it.
There are slight traces of repairs, and the most special thing is that this revolving bottle has a little taste because of this defect.
This is probably the beauty of imperfection.
Ji Yunxi: "Not bad."
Wu Weian raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
Ji Yunxi raised her eyes and said, "You said you came here to apologize? Is this your thorn?"
Wu Weian looked at her and nodded: "Yes."
Ji Yunxi put down the heart-turning bottle: "This is my bottle."
In other words, use her things to apologise for her?
Wu Weian sighed: "Then what do you think it should be?"
He does have a lot of ideas, and colleagues from the Hanlin Academy have also suggested a lot.
However, many methods require money.
Ji Yunxi glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile, got out of the room, went to get a pair of scissors and came back.
Wu Weian: "?"
Ji Yunxi walked in front of him.
She stood, he sat.
Wu Weian raised his head, his eyes moved from the scissors in her palm to her face.
His eyebrows moved slightly, waiting to see what she was going to do.
It is naturally impossible to attack him.
Ji Yunxi leaned forward.
The distance between the two was instantly shortened, her long hair fell, and a few strands brushed his cheeks.
Slightly itchy.
Wu Weian held his breath subconsciously.
Ji Yunxi stretched out his hand, reached to his left waist, and lightly lifted his brocade bag.
Wu Weian lowered his eyebrows.
Connecting the brocade bag and his clothes is a thick moon-white thread, on which delicate embroidery patterns are engraved with thin gold threads.
The line fell on her slender fingertips. Seeing this scene, Wu Weian pursed his lower lip.
He probably guessed what she was going to do, but he still didn't hide.
Sure enough, Ji Yunxi picked up the scissors, and with a cold face, cut at the thick line.
But as soon as the scissors went down, the thread did not move at all.
Ji Yunxi was stunned: "??"
She subconsciously tried harder, almost all her strength was used up.
But that month's white thread embedded with gold threads remained motionless.
The man chuckled softly beside her ear, and the warm breathing sounded like magnetic powder: "You keep cutting. This is not an ordinary thread, it is softness with ten thousand fingers."
Ten thousand soft fingers are a well-known weapon in the arena, and it is hard to find a trace.
Jianghu people like to use it as a weapon. As long as the hands or legs are wrapped around the fingers softly and pulled tightly, the hands and feet are immediately separated from the body.
No one has ever made it into a thread for tying a purse, and it can't even be called bào.
Even when Ji Yunxi heard this answer, she was silent for a while.
A few strands of her hair were still clinging to his cheek.
Wu Weian raised his eyes, his eyes swept over her slender waist subconsciously, and his fingertips moved slightly.
But he has always been restrained.
She didn't move, and naturally he didn't move either.
After a long while, Ji Yunxi threw the scissors aside, and without hesitation, reached out to untie his brocade bag.
Wu Weian moved quickly, covering his waist and clasping her wrist.
He said: "Men's purse, you have to keep some money?"
Wu Weian's fingertips are very cold, he seems to be loosening his grip, and his strength is not heavy, but Ji Yunxi just struggles.
She was annoyed: "let go."
Wu Weian argued, "I only have one, two or four left."
Ji Yunxi: "Are you loose?"
Wu Weian sighed, thinking about Ji Mingyan who had been crying for three days at the beginning, and let go of her in a hurry: "You have to keep the brocade bag and Wan Zhirou for me."
If Wu Weian didn't say this, Ji Yunxi didn't want to take his brocade bag and Wan Zhirou.
But when he said so, Ji Yunxi took it all away.
In the middle of the night, Wu Weian was lying on his back on the bed.
The chuáng here is not bigger than the one at home, but a little smaller.
Ji Yunxi was already asleep, she curled up and nestled beside him.
After a long while, Wu Weian sighed softly.
The poison should be solved as soon as possible.
*
Early the next morning, the family parted ways after having breakfast.
Ji Mingxi went to the temple to find a master for tea, Ji Yunxi, Ji Mingshuang, Ji Mingyan and Wu Weian went to find Ji Mingyan's poisonous friend, and Ji Mingyuan stayed at home.
On the way to find someone, Ji Mingshuang said to Ji Mingyan: "The fifth brother is here to stay in the house, why did you bring him here?"
Ji Mingyan took his poison centipede box: "We're all here, don't call fifth brother, fifth brother will be sad."
Ji Mingshuang: "But the fifth brother has never liked to go out. How can you tell whether he is more sad at home or more sad when you bring him to Yeshan Village?"
Ji Mingyan looked at Ji Mingshuang with a foolish expression: "Mingshuang, Mingshuang, you are so smart and confused for a while, the fifth brother really doesn't want to come, and I can't pull it either."
Ji Mingshuang: "..." It makes sense.
Ji Mingshuang and Ji Mingyan were noisy all the way, and Wu Weian and Ji Yunxi sat opposite them, ignoring each other.
Ji Mingyan approached Ji Mingshuang
, murmured: "What's going on? The two of them haven't reconciled yet?"
Ji Mingshuang told Ji Mingyan what Wu Weian said yesterday.
Ji Mingyan immediately said: "Then I can't do anything about it."
The carriage left Ye Mountain Village all the way to the foot of Ye Mountain.