Chapter 62: Indifferent

There is an attic in the corner of the east end of Taoyuan Village, quiet and elegant, with a slightly transcendent visual sense. There are two extreme scenes to see the scenery in the attic.

On the west side are the various aspects of life and the hustle and bustle of the city.

To the east are mountains, flowing water and the vastness of dust.

The earliest owners of this attic were Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, and now it is just an old girl's residence.

The moon is on the branches, the sky is dark, the attic sounds sounded, and the hustle and bustle of the day have long disappeared after the sunset. At this moment, the entire Taoyuan Village seems to be immersed in this melodious and elegant refreshing soothing music.

The black hair is like a waterfall, the white clothes are better than snow, and the Mi Zhen, who is facing the sky without makeup, does not need rouge to decorate herself. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she has no appreciation, and she has no makeup. What's more, she doesn't apply makeup, just like natural decoration. Her beauty lies in her natural beauty, and her beauty lies in her self without artificiality.

The windows of the attic were wide open, Mi Zhen knelt beside the window, her snow-colored pleated skirt fell on the ground like a blooming peonies, playing the piano at the moon, her fingers were agile, and her eyes were closed, as if she had been punished for being lonely and exiled immortal.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Mi Zhen turned around and looked outside the door. The attic stairs came from the bottom, and calm footsteps came from the sound of calm footsteps, neither hurry nor slow, as if you could imagine it every step.

At this time, no one dared to come here to disturb her. Even her close friends, Xiao Qiao and others, never visited her at night.

And when I heard the footsteps, it was obviously a man.

She is like a canary. Even though she is beautiful and charming, no one dares to make any decisions about her as long as she is in Yizhou.

Someone who wants to die under the peony flowers cannot get close to this attic within three meters. If someone who can rush to the attic to get what he wants, if he dies, he will definitely go to the underworld with his family and his family.

As the administrative manager of Taoyuan Village, it is natural for Mi Zhen to have a guard. Even her second brother Mi Fang came to see her, so who was the person who could walk here without any movement? The answer was about to come out.

Turning around and looking at the door, Mi Zhen's breathing was rapid for some reason. How many years had she been indifferent and uncontested? At least ten years, but at this moment, it seemed that all her calmness was broken.

I have fantasized about the person appearing in front of me countless times, but it is far less than what I am now that it makes her panic.

She is no longer the girl in her youth.

She has long said goodbye to the best years of beauty.

The beauty has passed away and the beauty has grown old. Mi Zhen’s panic comes from all the lost confidence.

She thought she would be ugly when she was over thirty.

Guo Jia, wearing a dark red brocade robe, walked into Mi Zhen's boudoir unexpectedly, holding a pot of wine and two cups in his hand.

When this man came into view again, Mi Zhen was in a trance.

"I don't know if the envoy is here and there is no way to welcome you. Please forgive me."

Mi Zhen didn't dare to look at Guo Jia, so he bowed his head slightly and looked away.

Guo Jia walked slowly over, looked down at Mi Zhen from a high place, holding a wine pot and wine glass in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch Mi Zhen's smooth and smooth chin, lifting her face up to look at him.

Mi Zhen didn't understand. Guo Jia was not a greedy look, but a stagnant expression like stagnant water. Guo Jia had no intersection with her.

When it comes to beauties, any one of them in the backyard of his mansion is a beautiful beauty who is extremely beautiful in the world.

If it is a heart-to-heart talk, Mi Zhen is not as good as any of Guo Jia's wives and concubines. They are Guo Jia's best listeners.

The only thing she could think of was that Guo Jia was greedy for her beauty. Maybe she was tired of eating delicacies and wanted to change her taste and wanted to make a fresh look.

But Guo Jia now only makes Mi Zhen feel endless pressure.

A person who holds the power of life and death in millions of people no longer needs to be arrogant. He has long been angry and powerful. No one dares to be arrogant in front of him. Those who dare to anger him must first dig a grave and prepare a coffin for themselves.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

After Guo Jia said these four words lightly, he let go of his hand, turned around and pulled the low table in front of the bronze mirror in the room between the two of them, then put down the wine pot and the wine glass, and after pulling a soft cushion, Guo Jia knelt down, picked up the wine pot and started pouring wine.

haven't seen you for a long time?

Mi Zhen smiled bitterly in her heart.

This is a long time, really a long time!

I'm afraid it was probably a decade ago when I met face to face in formality.

Guo Jia showed his sharpness at that time, but now he is unrestrained.

Compared to that time, Guo Jia looked only mature and slightly vicissitudes. Her chin had a longer beard and looked like a more calm man.

"Are you afraid of me? More than ten years ago, you could speak freely in front of me, but now why don't you even dare to say anything?"

Guo Jia poured two glasses of wine, pushed one in front of Mi Zhen, holding the wine glass. Guo Jia, who looked a little depressed, looked at Mi Zhen lightly.

Mi Zhen sat upright, and his plump and orderly curves were clearly visible, but he still could not make any change in Guo Jia's expression.

"If the servants talk to the envoy today about bloody nature and courage, but the envoy told everyone to be calm and detached. Don't talk about me, I'm afraid there are not many people who don't feel afraid in front of the envoy."

This is often the case with human hearts. The more you can see through it, the less lethal it is.

If Guo Jia is still calling for a man who is yelling and killing a man who is clamoring for blood today, why should he conquer someone like Ma Chao who is more brave and fierce than him?

No one can see through Guo Jia's trump card, and his methods are not something outsiders can understand. It is such a seemingly harmless attitude that allows him to sit firmly in the position of the ruler and control the overall situation calmly.

Mi Zhen had seen Guo Jia, who was rampant and killing all directions, but from the bottom of her heart, she was even more awe-inspiring, and a little afraid of Guo Jia, who was sitting in front of her and talking softly.

In response to Mi Zhen's frank admission that she was afraid of herself, Guo Jia didn't say anything else, picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Majesty cannot be erected in one day. Since the other party is afraid, it is not that Guo Jia suddenly smiles and speaks in a kind tone to relieve the other party of this psychological pressure, not to mention that he is calm.

"I heard that the envoy's best friend passed away, and the envoy was depressed recently. The deceased was gone. I hope that the envoy can break free from the sorrow as soon as possible. The envoy should know that countless people are concerned about the envoy."

Mi Zhen did not touch the wine glass, and said softly with his head down slightly.

Although she is not in Chengdu, she has close contacts with Taoyuan Village and can know a lot of news.

Guo Jia's expression showed a slightly ferocious look, but soon returned to calm.

His inner struggle was just ashamed of Xun Yu's expectations.

Destroy Cao and support Han!

He can only do half of it and destroy Cao!

As of today, it is impossible for him to support Han. If he supports Han, he will not only push his descendants to a dead end, but even the future of the group of civil servants and military generals under him will be pushed to the abyss.

"Do you hate it?"

Guo Jia looked at Mi Zhen and asked softly.

She is Mi Fang's bargaining chip, she is a tool for the Mi family to survive in troubled times. She was originally a wealthy family's daughter, but she endured loneliness for more than ten years. If it were someone else, it would be a miracle not to be crazy.

Mi Zhen laughed at herself, and she shook her head.

It’s not that she doesn’t hate her, but that she has no right to hate her at all.

In this turbulent era, countless people died in destiny, and there were many women who were tragically ravaged. There were even inhuman things like Yizi ate. Why did she hate it?

No happiness is just the most common thing in this era, not a miserable thing.

If she really compares others, Mi Zhen can live without worries until today, and she even feels lucky.

Perhaps because of this, she lost the power to happiness with the luck that others did not have.

After drinking another glass of wine, Guo Jia suddenly stood up, walked around Mi Zhen, bent down and picked her up in the waist.

Mi Zhen was stunned and was held by Guo Jia's strong arms. She was too shy to be more shocked.

She didn't see a trace of ** from Guo Jia's eyes, but she was still Gu Jing Bubo's indifference.

piece.

She had long been enlightened that she was just a pawn in the hands of the superiors, and even becoming a vassal of Guo Jia was a luxury.

After lifting the gauze tent, Guo Jia threw her on the simple bed, Mi Zhen's eyes were moist.

A long time ago, she was ready to welcome this day, but she was definitely not facing Guo Jia, who seemed to be unable to cheer up even when playing with her.

He seemed to be just venting.

Or maybe she was just another move that he took in his careful mind.

Mi Zhen understood that Guo Jia would not touch her for no reason, even if she was drunk, she would not be able to do anything.

The only thing she could think of was just like Guo Jia knelt in front of Tao Gongzu back then, with a deep meaning behind her.

However, she will never be able to see where her value is.

Blooming clothes and untied their belts, naked and naked.

Men who know how to be slaughter never need aphrodisiacs. Guo Jia has a lot of wives and concubines. In his kung fu, he has already mastered the level of perfection in his wives and concubines such as Cai Yan, Zhen, Jiang, and Qiao.

Emotion and instinct are irrelevant.

Even though Mi Zhen's heart was cold, she could not resist Guo Jia's various methods.

The desire was high and the whole body was hot. The old girl Mi Zhen felt an unbearable undercurrent surging from her whole body. She had long thought that she could spend her life with purity and desire, but her body instinct had betrayed herself. The ** that had been buried deep in her heart did not fade, but was suppressed. Once it broke out, it was like a turbulent wave.

However, Mi Zhen was panting and moaning, but closed her eyes tightly. She was so happy that she wanted to be united with Guo Jia, but she was afraid that she would see his indifferent eyes, which made her feel even more heartbroken than when her virginity fell.

For ten days, Guo Jia spent his life in Mi Zhen's attic, romance and indulging in desire.

Perhaps ordinary people think this is a romantic affair. No one can, no one dares to blame Guo Jia.

Even Guo Jia's wife and concubine felt that the current situation was unexpected and very embarrassing.

If it is a woman who is a messy woman in brothel, they can express their dissatisfaction with Guo Jia, but now this woman is Mi Zhen, who has a great relationship with them, so they can only keep silent in their own minds.

However, everyone wanted to ask Guo Jia: Why?

After Xun Yu's death, Guo Jia neither led his army to seek justice for his close friends nor worked harder. Instead, he became increasingly depressed and was still addicted to women and lingered.

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