Di Jiuchen stood at the door of Jiang Louyue for a while, turned around gloomily, looked a little gloomy back, and disappeared into the night.

Jiang Louyue stayed inside the door, quietly listening to the sound outside the door.

She was relieved to know that he was really gone.

"Hey—"

Jiang Louyue was very depressed, her body slowly slid down, sitting on the cold ground, bending her legs, holding her knees, and burying her head in pain.

She couldn't imagine how she had just yelled at that tyrant.

"How did it become like this......

She feels that her current self is like a marionette, controlled by Xiao Guifei, and then her life is disrupted, hurting the people around her, and then indirectly being hurt.

When he lowered his head, the afterglow from the corner of his eye inadvertently swept away, and a faint silver light flowed out of the crack in the door.

Jiang Louyue was stunned.

Silver? Engraved with rune corners?

Her heart "chuckled", and she hurriedly leaned down, half-lying on the ground, and pulled out the silver card from the narrow crack in the door.

"Admission ticket for the Department of Inscriptions?"

Jiang Louyue's heart was pounding, the blood in her whole body was boiling, and she couldn't even hold her breath.

That's right, it's indeed the admission ticket of the Department of Inscriptions, and her name is engraved in the lower right corner of the admission ticket.

"Senior brother—"

She seemed to understand something instantly, got up suddenly, and pushed the door open suddenly.

However, there were only empty steps outside the door, and the cold wind swept the residual leaves, and the night was miserable.

The man is no longer there.

Jiang Louyue clenched the real silver admission ticket in her hand, and deep in her heart, she felt a deep guilt.

The night breeze in early spring is still slightly cool.

She didn't feel the cold, she only felt a warmth emanating from the admission ticket in her hand and spreading to her heart.

"I'm sorry."

******

Di Jiuchen was not in a good mood, and he did not go back to the dormitory of Tianzilou.

He wandered aimlessly around the Academy, walking, and somehow, he went around to the edge of the Emerald Lake to the south of the Academy.

The lake is full of night, rippling slightly.

There is an ever-bright lamp standing by the lake, and the light-colored silk under the lamp dances in the wind.

He saw an elderly woman sitting on a bamboo bench by the lake, embroidering with great concentration in the light of the ever-bright lamp.

The old woman was about seventy or eighty years old, and although she was dressed plainly, it could be seen that the clothes were excellent.

What the old woman was concentrating on embroidering was a pair of shoes, a pair of men's shoes.

A rich old woman who has no worries about food and clothing, why does she embroider shoes under the lamp by herself?

The old woman's cultivation was very high, she felt someone approaching, turned her head, and looked at Di Jiuchen, there was no surprise on her face, but showed a very kind smile.

Such a warm and motherly smile made Di Jiuchen's cold and hard heart can't help but warm up.

"Young man, are you going out for a walk?"

This old woman with a high level of cultivation actually took the initiative to talk to Emperor Jiuchen.

"Hmm." Emperor Jiuchen replied lightly.

"I'm old, my eyes are not good, young man, can you help my wife and me thread a needle?"

The old woman lifted the needle and thread in her hand and handed it to Di Jiuchen's direction.

"Okay."

Di Jiuchen did not refuse, he took the needle and thread, the thread was dark blue, and the eye of the needle was very thin, no wonder this old woman couldn't wear it.

After Di Jiuchen got it done, he handed it back to the old woman.

"These shoes are made for my husband. I've been embroidering for almost a month now, and I'm about to finish it. The old woman was happy, and the smile on her lips was so warm, "Although my husband and he don't lack anything, I still want him to wear the shoes I embroidered all the time." ”

Perhaps infected by the old woman's eternal tenderness towards her husband, the gloomy color on Di Jiuchen's face was also alleviated a lot.

If sixty or seventy years later, he can be like Lou Yue, how good would it be......

Di Jiuchen was taken aback by this thought that came to his mind!

He actually hopes to marry Lou Yue and spend a hundred years together?

Doesn't that mean...... He...... Does he like Lou Yue?

After realizing this, Di Jiuchen's heart suddenly felt like a drum, and the roots of his ears were hot.

The cool evening breeze in early spring can't take away the heat on him.

He couldn't help but want to be nice to her, and he couldn't help but want to be by her side for a longer time, so he risked revealing his identity and followed her to Lucang Academy.

But he is not the only man around her who treats her well......

That's why he was so angry, so irritable, and couldn't help but get angry with her and wanted to bully her fiercely.

He was so jealous of Xiao Buye, and he was crazy with jealousy.

He also looked down on Xiao Buye, and used Xiao Guifei's power to tie up Lou Yue so that he couldn't touch it.

At the beginning, Xiao Buye asked Xiao Guifei to accept Lou Yue as a righteous daughter, although she said that she helped Lou Yue, but in this matter, how could Xiao Buye be selfless?

Mrs. Yin is Lou Yue's biggest weakness, and now that she is pinched by Xiao Buye's aunt and nephew, Lou Yue is as if she has been kidnapped, and she can't resist. It seems to be glorious, but in fact it is difficult to move an inch.

"Oh, my shoes—"

A gust of night wind blew, and the old woman reached out to brush away the messy hair on her sideburns, but accidentally knocked off one of the shoes that had just been repaired.

"Poof-" sounded.

The freshly embroidered shoe fell into the emerald lake.

The water of the Emerald Lake was fast, and in a short time the new soaked shoe rolled up into the middle of the lake and gradually sank.

"Mother-in-law, don't be impatient, I'll help you pick it up."

Emperor Jiuchen pulled back his thoughts and was about to jump into the emerald lake.

A pair of slightly flabby, but extremely warm hands, grabbed his arms, and pulled him back with such a gentle pull.

"Thank you, young man, but not anymore."

Emperor Jiuchen was surprised, he felt that this old woman's cultivation was very high, but he didn't expect that it had reached such a high level.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing opposite the old woman.

"The spring is cold, and if a young man jumps, he will get a cold. The shoes can be embroidered again if they are washed away. "The old woman is very kind.

"But this is the result of a month of embroidery, for your husband." Emperor Jiuchen was puzzled.

For an old man in his seventies or eighties with bad eyes, what a lot of effort this should be.

"No, young man, you don't understand." The old woman shook her head gently, the corners of her lips hooked up an extremely gentle smile, and her eyebrows were full of warm colors, "My husband is afraid that I will waste my eyes, so I secretly ran out to embroider by the Emerald Lake." When I embroider shoes, my heart is full of thoughts, all of which are for my husband, and I feel very happy while embroidering while recalling the past for so many years. ”