"Ahh Seeing her coming with a lot of fire, Beigong Jun also hurriedly got up, and said with an exaggerated look of fear: "You don't want to beat me, I haven't eaten lotus root cake yet." Seeing that she clenched her fists, she hurriedly ran to the window lattice, patted her chest and said: "Xiao Yueyue, we are friends anyway, what are you doing so fiercely, no wonder my brother wants to lock you up." ”

"Don't send it!" Zhen Yue snorted coldly, because of the identity of the other party, she suppressed the urge to beat people early.

After half a ring, there was silence behind her, as if there was no one, quiet unusual, she turned around slowly, and was suddenly startled, only to see the man leaning in front of the window, the window lattice was opened a little gap, the cold wind outside rolled up the broken hair of the man's cheeks, and a pair of phoenix eyes seemed to look far away, that place was not touched by anyone, sad and sad.

I only heard the man's voice be low, without the previous hippie smile, his eyes drooped, and he smiled bitterly: "Xiao Yueyue, in your eyes, Mo Ling is a cold-blooded and ruthless person, how could he let go of your imprisonment because of your overtures, in fact, you can try, when you slowly understand him, maybe you will see a different him, I hope you can resolve something." ”

"What's that?" Zhen Yue's ghost envoy asked.

"You'll figure it out later." The corners of his mouth smiled, and he smiled heartlessly, "Wasn't I sad just now, and it looks more charming." ”

Zhen Yue only felt that her eyebrows twitched, and pressed the corner of her forehead, are these two brothers born to the same mother! How can it be so different.

"Think about what I said, and the only one who can help you is yourself." Beigong Jun waved his hand, and walked out of Qiaoyunjun with a dashing negative hand.

He hummed a song. While walking briskly towards the outside of the house, I saw a tall figure standing at the end of the Qingmo Corridor in the distance, and the thin snowflakes floated on the man's ink hair, turning into crystal droplets, and he was born cold.

"It's so cold, how can you stand outside." Beigong Jun walked up to him and said with a gentle gaze.

"I heard that you are here, I was just in the Military Aircraft Pavilion, and I knew that you must have heard the wind when you came, so I am waiting for you here." Bei Mo Ling said indifferently.

"I'm just curious. But Mo Ling. Beigong Jun touched his chin. smiled like a fox: "Your method of pursuing girls is too extreme, why don't my brother teach you a few tricks?" ”

"Pursuit?" Bei Mo Ling's face turned cold in vain, and he frowned: "Nonsense! You don't have to worry about my business, Zuo Cripple! ”

"Master. At! "The left remnant is wearing a black fur. Suddenly, a ghost appeared in front of the two. Beigong Jun exclaimed.

"Zuo Remnant, you have been trained as a ghost by the old man of the Tomb Nine! There was no sound at all. Beigong Jun took out the folding fan on his waist and patted his chest, even if he was shocked. Also use graceful postures to cover up the fright.

"Your Majesty, please!" The left remnant stands straight, making way for the entire aisle of the corridor.

"What kind of master there is, what kind of subordinates, what kind of virtue!" Seeing the two of them chasing guests, Beigong Jun gritted his teeth angrily, suddenly remembered an important matter, looked at Bei Moling with a cold face, and said seriously: "It will be fifteen in a few days, is there any news from the person sent to get the medicine?" I heard that Wusun and Qiuzi are now fighting for the road of the moonlit night, and the sand dunes are the only way, and they will definitely be affected by the war, will there be changes? ”

A chill flashed in Beimo Ling's eyes, the corners of his mouth sneered, and without saying anything, he stepped away, his ink hair fell sharply in the air, and the wind instantly swept on everyone's faces like a knife.

"Mo Ling, I'm worried." The voice was soft, as if he was afraid that others would hear it, and he didn't seem to have the courage to say it out loud, so he was cautious.

Although the voice was very small, it was still blown into the air by the cold wind, floating to the man's ears, his steps paused, his back stiffened for a moment, and he returned to his usual arrogance, and said coldly: "I don't need your worries, I didn't need it fourteen years ago, and I don't need it now!" ”

The words "ink ......" are difficult to start, after all, they are buried in the cold air of the sky, and gradually let the snowflakes cool their shoulders and hearts, Beigong Jun clenched his palms, and his steps left solemnly, his back was like a fifty-year-old man, his steps were staggering and staggering.

The attendants waiting outside the mansion were shocked when they saw the emperor who was lost and depressed, and hurriedly went up to support the master, only to realize that the master's body was colder than ice and snow, a kind of biting cold.

"Your Majesty, why do you bother, look at King Ling's face every day, you are the emperor of Beiying." The attendant who has been serving all the year round can no longer stand it, and his heart is horizontal.

"You don't understand, I owe him, and I can't pay it back."

The wind roars, the snow geese scream, even if the glaciers snow melt and the spring flowers bloom, they can't warm the despair and desolation of the past, in the snap of a finger, fourteen years of time, some hatred has been buried for a long time, after all, it will come out with the opportunity, some sadness, will always be gently provoked, some ugly, will change with time, distorted exposure, when this day comes, what kind of face will they face the unbearable past!

The night was vast, the lights were dim, there was silence, the candles on the lampstand were yellow, and the wax on the candles fell little by little, leaving clear traces.

The waiter put the newly made dinner on the geometric couch, refilled the tea, and bowed out, and his ears were instantly quiet, only the slight sound of pen and ink in the distance.

Zhen Yue turned over, slowly woke up, frowned, and saw that the man was still in front of the bookcase, holding the brush with slender pale fingers, reading with a focused expression, and his angular cheeks were dyed with a faint halo, Zhen Yue admitted that the focused man was very appreciative, but at the moment she had a headache again, and the dishes were all set, so it was conceivable that she was going to eat here.

"Awake?"

The man's voice was heard, and then the footsteps approached.

Zhen Yue's body stiffened, pretending to sleep is not pretending to be or not, the two are balanced, it is better to fall asleep first, and when he is very hungry, he will naturally go back to eat, thinking so, he will actually take action.

Before she could adjust her breathing, she felt that her body was light, and she was hugged into her cold arms, and a familiar cold fragrance instantly enveloped her, and a slow and laughing voice came from her head.

"When did you start playing this little trick?"

Zhen Yue opened his eyes, raised his fist and swung it over, and then his body struggled and twisted.

He was as fast as lightning, and directly turned his head sideways to avoid her attack, and seeing that she was struggling hard, his arms were tightened and contained, so that the two of them were seamless, and the scene became ambiguous in an instant.

"You let go of ......." Before she finished speaking, she was placed on the warm couch by him, and she exclaimed: "Bei Moling, don't touch me in the future!" ”

"Hmm." The man hummed lightly, the clouds were light and the wind was light, sat on the warm couch opposite, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the steamed fish fillet in front of him. (To be continued......)