The morning sun in autumn is warm but not scorching, and it shines warmly on Ye Yimu's body, warm and soft

Ye Yimu thought about it and still put the purple water jade on her neck. Don't ask her why, because she doesn't know either

After returning to the Taiwei Mansion, life returned to peace, and occasionally met Liu Shuang'er who was going out to fight for a few words, but it all ended with Liu Shuang'er being so angry that she stomped her feet

Ye Xiu is still busy, Ye Juntao and Ye Xiangchen also entered the Guozijian to study because of Ye Xiu's relationship, so the two of them are also extremely busy, to say that there is really only Ye Yimu as an idler

Chu Lin also went, because after the generations of martial arts families were excavated by Leng Ye, they also entered the royal study and started an idle Xuanwu Sect corps

Tong Qianqian would also come to Ye Yimu every once in a while to chat, but he was more busy with his own business

After Tong Lei returned to Jindu, he still had lingering feelings about that matter, so after consulting Tong Qianqian's thoughts, the entire General's Mansion was now busy with the marriage between Miss Tong and Chu Lin, the young master of the martial arts family

The date has not yet been decided, but almost the whole of Kyoto knows the news that Tong Mansion is going to marry his daughter

Tong Qianqian was the first to ask Ye Yimu to help take care of it, but after she found out that Ye Yimu's knowledge of marriage could be described as a negative number, she gave up, and only said that she must come to give her a dowry that day

Ye Yimu agreed, so he waited for that day in the Taiwei Mansion with peace of mind, and the days were as leisurely as before

At night, there is still that petite shadow on the roof. Ye Yimu sat there comfortably, an exclusive location, the perfect place to enjoy the moonlight in Kyoto

"You?" Ye Yimu opened his eyes, and a familiar figure stood there

Who is it that is not the man who came to look for something a few days ago? Even the cold aura emanating from his body is the same

"You dropped something again?" Ye Yimu blinked and asked

Is it so coincidental that you dropped something and found it here again?

"Nope. Zitian responded

The cold voice did not carry a trace of hypocrisy, and the face of the still straight figure was blocked by the shadows

"So what are you doing here? Lost?"

Ye Yimu swore that she had really never been so kind, and she would care about such a big person getting lost. In short, there are all kinds of strange feelings, if it happens to such an iceberg, she thinks it is possible

"Nope. Zitian still has questions to answer, and no more than two words will be answered

"Uh, okay. "Anyway, Ye Yimu won't admit that he was confused by this iceberg, how can this habitual way of speaking be so cute

Anyway, Ye Yimu made up his mind that he would not speak and he would not speak himself, and when he had sat enough, he would go back to his room to sleep, who cared

"Purple sky. Zitian suddenly spoke

"Nani?" "What the hell? What is the code for Zitian? No. Sounds like a name, well, still a nice one

"You asked me for my name, Zitian. Zitian patiently explained

Yo Xi, it turns out that feelings are the first question Ye Yimu asked when he first met that day, who are you? No one cared about anyone's answer at that time

This kind of problem was naturally ignored in this way, and Ye Yimu didn't think about this stalk until later

Therefore, the big brother of the relationship went back and suddenly remembered that he hadn't answered other people's questions and came to answer other people's questions

This guy is really wonderful. The corners of Ye Yimu's mouth twitched, and he nodded to indicate that he knew

"What about you?" Zitian also asked

"Ye Yimu. The leaves of the leaves, the beginning of the one, the wood of the grass. Ye Yimu replied briskly

"Hmm. Zitian silently wrote it down

"Aren't you sitting?" In fact, what Ye Yimu wanted to ask was 'Aren't you tired standing still?', but he didn't ask at all

The speaker had no intention of listening to the heart, and Zitian swept a flat place where he was standing and sat down

One roof, two different figures. One sky, two different names. One air, two different breaths