Before leaving Yunhuang, Yingyue didn't know that she would be so homesick.

Xue Ziliu, who thinks of the azure robe, wants to wear a red dancing scarlet robe, where he has more than ten years of life, and he drives a horse to meet the spring breeze and step on every inch of grass.

The wine was spicy, and when it entered his throat, it seemed to take away all the warmth in an instant, and a bitterness welled up in his nose as if he wanted to cry, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and smack his lips in an attempt to dissipate the smell of wine.

"First time drinking?" Wang Mian laughed.

Ying Yue nodded, "I've drunk it before, a long, long time ago, and I only dipped it in one chopstick." ”

He made a gesture of dipping his wine, and suddenly hiccuped, and his face flushed slightly.

"Drink too much." Wang Mian nodded at him and said with a smile: "The amount of alcohol is so poor. ”

"No, no" Yingyue waved his hand, and when the night wind blew, his body trembled and almost slipped down.

Wang Mian quickly grabbed her Yingyue, turned her head and smiled, sluggish like a puppet.

"It looks like it's really not going to work." Wang Mian shook his head, pulled Yingyue up with his hand, and threw it on the eaves beside him.

But Yingyue sat on the tiles and was quiet again.

He looked up at the moon, and the pale golden splendor spread over him like satin, wisps and strands, even the tips of his hair were bathed in it.

Only then did Wang Mian realize that the eyes of the young man beside him were not pure black, but extremely dark chestnut, like a lonely fox hiding in his eyes, curling up and exposing his back to resist the world.

"Why do you like Xiaolou?" Wang Mian looked at it for a long time, and suddenly threw out such a question for no reason.

Ying Yue was startled, he really jumped up, nervous on the eaves at a loss, the cool breeze blew, he gradually calmed down, and was about to blurt out the sentence "I don't like her!" "Suddenly it melted like ice.

The sky and the earth are cold, but the people in front of him and the people in his heart seem to be worthy of his trust.

"You still want to pretend? We can see that we are not blind......"

"I do like her." Ying Yue raised his head, and the lonely fox in his eyes raised his head.

“...... How long? ”

"How long? From the moment she tricked me into opening the window, I knew I couldn't forget her. ”

The young man breathed wine and said slowly.

Yes, it was also a moonlit night, he pushed open the window a little timidly, and the goose-yellow shirt and pretty face suddenly broke into his world, and the girl's smile was brighter, and if the tears rolled down from the sad pink face, everything about him was shattered, and his heart was speechless, and he held the tear in his hand in a daze.

Wang Mian suddenly waved his hand and hit him, Yingyue covered his shoulders and was stunned: "What are you doing?" ”

"I can't see older children talk about love, and I can't see men shed tears!" The crown hated the authentic.

"You're only two years older than me!" Ying Yue jumped to her feet and shouted.

Wang Mian suddenly slapped him again, this time with a strong force, Ying Yue was beaten to a stumbling ground, he blushed and was about to fight back, Wang Mian pressed his head and whispered in his ear: "Xiaolou is here!" ”

In response to this sentence, under Yingyue's gaze, something shrank in a corner.

It seems to be the fluttering skirt of a girl.

Unspeakable joy rushed over his head, and he suddenly wanted to jump up and shout.

So he really jumped up, he put his hands to his mouth, used all his strength, and shouted: "Xiaolou! I like you! I like you very, very much! ”

The boy's voice became excited under the stimulation of the alcohol from afar, and in the echo he heard a sound in the corner of the wall over there, and the slender back flashed out in the moonlight, and the goose-yellow figure said angrily: "Yingyue, what nonsense are you talking about!" Believe it or not, I used to tear your mouth! ”

She should have crossed her waist, her cheeks were red, and her hair was slightly scattered due to too much movement, and a few strands of hair hung down from her sideburns, rising and falling in the wind. Ying Yue thought about Xiaolou's appearance at this time, and couldn't help laughing.

"How dare you laugh? You don't know this aunt's temper. Wang Mian originally just wanted to scare Yingyue, but he didn't expect Xiaolou to really hide behind the corner, he shrank behind the eaves with most of his body at the moment, poked Yingyue, and whispered.

Ying Yue waved his hand, his face was red, and the whole person was surprisingly excited.

He saw the figure in the distance running towards him, his clothes fluttering.

He smiled and held out his hand.

"Boom" broke through the air.

An object flew at a rapid pace and smashed right in his face.

The force of the impact sent his body spinning, and he caught a glimpse of the crown's surprised expression.

Then the world swirled, and before he passed out, he saw the murder weapon that had smashed him——— a dark, uneven, palm-sized shield-shaped piece of iron, stained with a few traces of blood.

Seems like I have one too. He thought to himself.

What do you mean by regret? Ying Yue finally realized it deeply.

At this time, he had a bandage around his face, hiding behind the crown, and blushing with shame.

Xiao Lou sat on the chair with his legs crossed, holding a handful of courgon seeds in his hand, and he didn't knock it for a while, and the skin he tasted out spit out in front of the crown.

She had enough of acting like a bandit, clapped her hands, and hummed in her mouth: "Say, admit your mistake or not?" ”

She didn't specify who she was asking, but the crown consciously flashed to the side.

So Yingyue's bandaged face and Xiao Lou looked at each other.

Xiao Lou blushed.

She coughed, Yingyue trembled all over, and whispered, "I'm sorry...... I was ...... that day."

"It's too much drinking, too much drinking." The crown came out to defend him.

Xiaolou raised his eyebrows: "Drinking too much?" Where did he get his wine? ”

His eyes full of murderous intent fell on Wang Mian, Wang Mian swallowed his saliva, and said with a forced smile: "It's a gift from colleagues in the camp, it's hard to refuse......"

"I didn't ask you," Xiao Lou rolled his eyes, "Yingyue!" If he brings it, will you drink it? Do you know how old you are? ”

The girl's face was serious, as if she was already an adult and qualified to teach her younger brothers and sisters, Yingyue looked at her appearance, and suddenly felt a little sad.

It turned out that in Xiaolou's heart, he had always been regarded as a younger brother.

However, he clearly understood that last night's liking did not have the effect of alcohol. He used all his strength to shout out the words he wanted to say most in his heart.

"I can't help it." Xiao Lou put away her big smug, although she has always looked like a boy, but now her eyes suddenly brought some tenderness, she pointed to her cheek under the bandage of Yingyue, and asked, "Does it still hurt?" I didn't mean to hurt you, I just touched that thing......"

"You lost my things." She withdrew her hand again, and the tenderness on her face was retracted, with a look of indignation.

Ying Yue suddenly thought of the small piece of iron he saw in his eyes before he fainted, he touched the placket of his hand, he just wanted to say I also have one, you see if it's this.

Xiong Lan suddenly walked in from outside the door and said excitedly, "Come on, take you to see someone." ”

He naturally walked over to Xiaolou and grabbed her sleeve, and the two of them walked out the door.

Wang Mian touched Yingyue's shoulder and slammed his mouth.

Xiong Lan suddenly turned around and greeted them with a smile, he saw the bandages on Yingyue's face, and asked, "Ah Yue, what's wrong with your face?" ”

Xiaolou's face was red.

"It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into it." Ying Yue said softly.

The person Xiong Lan wanted to show them was outside the Forbidden Palace, in a slightly quiet corner of the city.

This place is incompatible with the noisy Yanjing day and night, and the whole street is silent, except for the occasional dog barking or a few conversations from people on the street.

They walked to a house, and Xiong Lan came up and knocked on the door.

There was an answer inside, and a servant in Tsing Yi opened the door respectfully, bowed down and said, "Young Master Xiong, ladies and gentlemen, please come with me." ”

Xiaolou didn't know why, this time she had to wear men's clothes when she went out of the palace, but she had always only had skirts, so she took a set from Xiong Lan's residence and wore it, and then matched it with a painting fan, and got rid of a turbidity son. But she was wearing Xiong Lan's clothes, which made Yingyue's heart ache again.

They walked through a corridor under the leadership of the servant, Yingyue found that there was a hole in it, and it looked like a gate and a courtyard outside, but he didn't expect that the area inside was the size of several courtyards, several corridors were linked to each other, and the eaves were all available.

After the cloister, there was another wooden house, and the servant motioned for them to wait a moment, and then pushed open the door and entered.

Xiaolou asked: "What is this?" ”

"Do you know the physiognomy?" Xiong Lan's face was unfathomable.

Physiognomy can use face or palm as evidence to predict the fortune of the person in front of him for the rest of his life, and even more can also launch the past and present lives.

"This is the master of Yanjing," Xiong Lan clenched his fists and stretched out his thumb, "The whole Great Yan, when it comes to appearance, he is this." ”

"Guys, please come in." The servant suddenly came out and said.

As if shocked by Xiong Lan's brief introduction or this unique courtyard, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate, and when they entered the door, they saw a thin man with gray hair sitting cross-legged on top of the futon with his eyes closed, wearing a strange Taoist robe mixed with linen and silk, and his thin hands were still holding strange tricks.

"Sir, Mr. Xiong has arrived." The servants make a way. After he said this, he didn't wait for the man to respond, and went out on his own.

Xiong Lan straightened his robe and was about to bow down, but the man suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to Xiaolou with his long nails, and said, "'Contemptible people have a shallow rule, not a dragon species. Please go back to the girl. ”

As soon as he said it, everyone was shocked, Xiao Lou's face changed for a while, and finally changed to a smile: "Sir, don't be impatient, I'm here with them, you can just count theirs, I'll listen to it." ”

The gentleman didn't say anything, his gaze shifted, fell on Wang Mian's face, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said: "The boy's luck is strange, he has scales and no horns, and he is folded in wood and stone. ”

He beckoned, Wang Mian stepped forward, his thin fingers pinched Wang Mian's face, the force was estimated to be a little great, and Wang Mian grinned for a while.

"If you want to live in peace, stay away from nobles in this life. You are not a life that can be carried forward," the gentleman opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out, "You have no wings in your life, and if you soar into the sky, you will only fall to pieces!" ”

Wang Mian broke free of him, and walked back without saying a word, with his head bowed and not knowing what to think.

Ying Yue was far away and couldn't hear clearly, but Xiong Lan heard it clearly.

Mr. didn't care about Wang Mian's faux pas, and beckoned to Xiong Lan again, Xiong Lan didn't pass, but pulled Yingyue over, and said: "I heard that Mr. can foresee the future of the voice, my little brother is not very confident in his appearance, please help him take a look?" ”

He pushed the unknown Yingyue over.

Mr. glanced at Xiong Lan deeply, then glanced at Yingyue, and said: "The face is white, the eyes are like ink, and the eyebrows are like cold fronts......"

After a few glances, his face became solemn, his eyes were half-closed and half-open, and the magic in his hand was constantly changing.

After a while, his eyelids trembled, and he let out a loud cry, and opened his eyes, his face complicated.

"The face is like a crown of jade, the posture of the Zhilan jade tree, the eyebrows are emotional, the smile is stealing, although it is a man, it does not lose the appearance of a peerless beauty." He said this to Xiong Lan, and then he turned to Yingyue again, stretched out his hand and made a long draw from the corner of his left eye to the back of his sideburns, "Here, there is a scar, which was made by a sharp arrow." ”

He closed his eyes again, trembling all over, and said in a loud voice, "No... Wrong! Not like that! Be...... You...... Draped in your hair, you have a knife in your hand. His trembling hand pointed to Xiao Lou who was watching the play to the side, and shouted loudly in horror: "You! You lie in his arms! You are dressed in gorgeous clothes, a phoenix crown, and you are covered in blood! It's all blood! ”

His voice was hoarse.

Ying Yue heard his words clearly, and suddenly her body cooled.