Beimo Ling snorted coldly, got up and said, "I hope that woman will disappear from King Ling's Mansion tomorrow." ”

"Mo Ling." Beigong Jun called him and said word by word: "Why don't you gamble!" ”

The silent hall was silent, the words were brushed in the ears, as if standing at the peak overlooking the whole world, victory and defeat were weighing, Bei Moling passed through the palace door, as if he saw a woman sitting on the roof, looking at the starry sky, his eyes were so clear and melancholy, he said in a deep voice: "Betting, there is a difference between winning and losing." ”

The closed door of the temple was opened at the sound of a fall, and the man's arrogant figure was tall and slender, but his shoulders were tight, as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

It wasn't until the man left that Beigong Jun, who was extremely shocked, slowly came back to his senses, and the bet in his ears was still the same sentence, there was a difference between winning and losing, and his heart was turbulent, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The world is a big gamble for him, winning or losing is never the result, just a game, but if he bets on her, he can't afford to lose, how can he gamble! You can only take it step by step, and attack little by little, until you really have it.

On the second day, Beigong Jun still did not take the master back, but only let the master stay for a while, Bei Mo Ling owed Beigong Jun a favor because of the marriage, and under Beigong Jun's repeated requests, he reluctantly agreed to the master to borrow Ling Wang's mansion.

Qiaoyunju in the southeast corner has been particularly quiet in recent days, the weather is gradually getting warmer, the spring is cold, the maids outside the courtyard are listless, holding the injustice for the master, His Royal Highness has not stepped into Qiaoyunju for several days, I don't know if it was hooked by the fox of the Dawn Courtyard.

Several of the maids gathered together whispered, but their eyes lifted. Seeing the purple figure entering the courtyard, he hurriedly knelt down in the courtyard with bated breath.

In the simple boudoir, the marble table top is extremely messy, the rice paper is scattered all over the ground, some are crumpled together, and the black ink is rendered, and the woman sits at the desk attentively, immersed in her own world, and her eyes are extremely bright, as if she is looking at the treasures of the world. Ten Directions Treasure Inkstone. All kinds of pen holders, one after another emitting a strong smell of ink.

Zhen Yue danced on the rice paper one by one, like a dexterous butterfly, since Zhang Huage broke up unhappily. The man hadn't been here in days. The Ministry of Rites in the palace did not come to announce the decree again. She prepared some necessities in a rare moment of silence.

I saw that a page of rice paper on the table was picked up, Zhen Yue didn't hear the report, so she naturally thought it was Xiaoli. While drawing a figure, he said, "Xiaoli, you go and pour me a cup of tea, don't get wet." ”

The sound of the tea was in her ears, and the fragrance of tea lingered in her hand, she naturally picked up the tea, tilted her head and still looked at the sharp lines of pen and ink, frowned and said: "What are you doing here...... ”

The latter words were swallowed directly into the trembling gums, and a cold chill rose up her back, unprepared, as if she had been given a heavy knife, and the cold fragrance on the tip of her nose was pervasive, how could she not smell such a familiar smell! She raised her head suddenly, and saw the man squinting a pair of sharp eyes, looking at her with a look of scrutiny, and his slender and slightly pale hands were holding Zhen Yue's drawings.

"Why are you here? Why didn't people spread the word? ”

Zhen Yue got up a little flustered, her fingers were stiff, and the desktop was covered with the weapon diagram she had developed overnight. Her brain was racing, how could she escape the catastrophe in front of her! What can be done to dispel doubts?

"I have something to tell when I go into my yard." Bei Mo Ling's eyes were deep, hanging down a faint shadow, joy and anger were indistinguishable, he picked up the rice paper one by one and looked at it, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling: "What are you drawing, it looks very novel, it won't be some improved weapons, right?" ”

Zhen Yue's back trembled, cold sweat continued repeatedly, her throat couldn't make a sound, her heart was pounding, although the man in front of her was light and calm, but the strong pressure was like Ling Chi.

Seeing that she was silent, the corners of her mouth hooked: "You don't have martial arts now, what are you doing with these?" He frowned and picked up a strange figure and asked, "What is this?" ”

Zhen Yue knew that deceiving him was the end of the road, looking at the hideous claw shape on the picture, her eyes sharpened and said, "This is a five-claw hook." ”

"Where's this?" Bei Mo Ling's long eyebrows raised slightly, and he picked up another one and asked.

"Blow arrows."

"Where's this?"

"Darts."

Bei Mo Ling gradually laughed, but he didn't laugh in his eyes: "You are ready to do a big job." ”

Zhen Yue shuddered, and after half a sound, she said in a deep voice: "What can I do with this body!" Bei Mo Ling, you don't want to be yin and yang, you have to be suspicious of whatever. She snatched a few stacks of rice paper from his hand and said coldly: "My family has been craftsmen for generations, and now I am the only one left in my family, and I can't waste the family's craftsmanship." ”

Bei Mo Ling's eyes flickered, and there was a sudden trace of pity in his heart, this feeling became clearer and clearer as he got along, making him taste a feeling he had never tasted before, he looked at her cold side face, and said in a low voice: "I'm just asking, you don't need to be excited, you can do whatever you like." ”

Zhen Yue was slightly stunned, looking at him with an unfamiliar look, she avoided his deep eyes, and slowly cleaned up the messy desktop with her hands and feet, and her heart slipped a little uncomfortable.

"A few days ago, you went to the pharmacy on Yinghua Main Street, did you feel unwell? Why don't you call Zixu to come over and show you. Bei Moling played with the pen rest on her desk and asked casually.

Zhen Yue raised her head, slowly frowned, sorted out the rice paper on the table and put it aside, her eyes were cunning, and she said unexpectedly: "I was unstable in menstruation, so I went out to grab some medicine by myself, I have a daughter's family, so it is naturally inconvenient to invite Zixu to come over." ”

Bei Mo Ling was stunned suddenly, seeing that he was used to killing scenes, he couldn't control her nakedness and calmness, turned his head and said unnaturally: "I'll send a female doctor to show you another day." ”

This man is so serious? Zhen Yue clasped her arms into fists and looked at him with a little amusement: "Bei Moling, it's not that I have to accept all your kindness, I also have the right to refuse, I'm tired, don't send it." ”

They seem to be often tense, and they will treat each other coldly if they are not very good, but after a few days, he seems to be fine, and the wind is light.

Beimo Ling's eyebrows shrank, when had she been treated so lightly, she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she did feel a little tired between her eyebrows, she bowed her head and said, "Then you are so restive, I will come back in the evening." ”

He was coming, Zhen Yue couldn't stop him, this person was uncertain, she could only see one step at a time, no longer paid attention to her, and walked straight to the warm couch to close her eyes and recuperate. (To be continued.) )