Since picking her up, he has never really waited quietly in her room, but he came when she was poisoned, but at that time, his mind was on the chaotic rescue or not, when to save such a thing, and he didn't care what everything around her was.

Ke walked in, and on the small table in front of her, there was a basket of needles and threads, she liked these and was good at them.

The house is very clean, and there are no complicated and pretty daughter's house furnishings, and a square table under the window is her dressing table, but there is only a copper mirror and a small box, and there are also those hairpin rings that she is used to.

The azure curtain was a bit old-fashioned to her, but it was very suitable for the lotus leaf ornamentation. Ke remembered that she did not use such a curtain when she first came, but moon-white.

The moon white and turquoise lotus leaves seem to be abrupt.

Her bed was small, but it had a faint sweet smell. Ke knew that it was not some precious or delicate incense powder or incense, but the smell of soaphorn. Ordinary, common, not even on the countertop, but in this room, it is the most suitable.

Sometimes on a sunny day, the courtyard of the library will be filled with this smell. It must have been her setting up a rack to dry and change of clothes.

The sound of the "popping" water and the sound of her struggling to shake her wet clothes bore him.

He stood in front of the window and frowned at her, but she was smiling and shuttling between the clothes, the corners of her tender green skirt were bright and green in the sunshine, and the figure was swaying.

When your life is disrupted by another order, you can no longer remember how your old self handled these similar times. It seems to be very cold on a day without a wash, but the sun is still warm today.

Ke sat on the edge of the bed and saw a box corner peeking out under the innermost pillow. He reached out and took it out, and it was a small wood-grained box, the opening of which had a padlock, but it was wrapped around a red thread, and the hem was tied into a concentric knot.

Holding the wooden box, his eyes only fell on the red concentric knot.

In the past, she said that she liked herself, but she didn't know what to do with Xuan, and the Kong Ming lantern that night was so dazzling that no one would miss it, so he naturally saw it. So he was sure of the opportunity to kill Xuan, but now he couldn't make a judgment of his own. What's hateful is that she actually took Qingfeng's life!

When he thought of this, he felt uncontrollably angry, he had never felt such a cold heart, such a failure was not his biggest failure, but the most unforgettable one.

She may have betrayed herself!

With a "bang", the wooden box was thrown out violently, and the violent impact shattered it, and the contents of the box were scattered all over the ground, but the concentric knots still bound the broken lock.

Through the open window, I could see the moon slowly rising, but the courtyard was dark. It's the same in her room.

The silver glow of the moonlight shone into the room, and the pages of paper covered with Juanxiu's handwriting were falling to the ground in a mess. It was full of words written on it, and it was the recipe for making flower wine that they came up with that night.

That night, they thought of many ideas, commented on many possibilities, wrote a lot of wasted paper, and finally got only one. She said that she would try it when she went back, but this is where she is now......

It turned out that there was only one that could be used, and she actually put everything away.

Ke walked over and slowly squatted down, picked up the things on the ground page by page, and then held them in his hand page by page. Looking at it again at this moment, he actually remembered what was written on each page and the reason for its discarding, and when he realized this, his heart burned as if it were out of control.

Looking back at the paper, the black ink on each page is so familiar, this is not a person's, but an image of two people written by a pair of hands, which is the best work he has cultivated with his own hands.

It seems that the person who wrote the words is suddenly less clear.

The moonlight was getting brighter and brighter, and there was no cloud tonight, but the courtyard was even darker.

Ke quietly looked at the things in his hand, no one knew that at this moment, he would have a surging bitter taste wandering all over his body, and all the emotions that had been pressed by himself all the years were rushing out at this moment.

Hate, humiliation, love, sorrow, stupidity.

They reveled in every vein, in every texture of him, in every beat of his heart!

His chest rose and fell violently because of the fierce anxiety of his emotions, and his face was also flushed with a very strange red, he raised his head, under the blue and white moonlight, a pair of red eyes were more terrifying than any gods, demons and monsters, in which, all hatred, humiliation, love, sorrow, and foolishness were stirred and blended, and finally condensed into the most terrifying desire in the world!

"Heavens! I have experienced many sufferings and calamities, and even if my heart is full of feelings, there is only one thing that I will never receive! In this life, Zhai Ke will never regret it! ”

"Shopkeeper?"

Qin Yun sat in the Accord, holding his forehead with one hand and gently rubbing his eyebrows. Hearing someone calling him softly behind him, he opened his eyes impatiently.

"Say."

Xin Yi stepped forward, bowed down and said, "That master is back." ”

"Really?" Qin Yun sat up straight, this prince of Mo Lan had disappeared for many days, and there was no news at all, if it weren't for the calmness of the calendar, and after waiting for this, he was afraid that he would have to choose another good wood.

"When did you come back? Where is it now? ”

"I just entered the door, and I'm listening to music and tasting tea in the tea pavilion at the moment."

Since the person appeared, he naturally wanted to entertain him, so as to leave a place in his heart for the convenience of the future.

"Shopkeeper's ......" Qin Yun was about to get up, but Xin Yi suddenly walked in and whispered in his ear, "The one in the library is also in the city, and Hege is also back." ”

"Oh?" Qin Yun sat firmly, half-squinted his eyes, and rubbed the purple sand teapot on the table in his hand. I didn't expect this small Duancheng to hide dragons and crouching tigers like this, and the two princes of the Molan Kingdom were all gathered. It's okay to do this, and you don't have to look around again. No matter how they compete, only the one who needs to help the strong is the most profitable deal.

"Come on." Qin Yun beckoned to Xin Yi, "Dig out Gongzi Ke for me." ”

"Shopkeeper, that master, please come over." There was a little guy at the door to report, Qin Yun smiled, and then got up.

It's still the spacious two-story tea house. At this moment, in addition to a table of guests in the pavilion, there is only a singer sitting on the stage, stroking the pipa and singing a graceful Jiangnan song.

Gongzi Xuan was sitting at the table on the second floor, on the table a pot of freshly brewed tea was fragrant, a plate of peanuts, a plate of melon seeds, and a plate of golden tangerines were the simplest refreshments.

"How do you serve your son, go and change the newly made pastries on the small stove today, and then brew the pot of Biluochun that I have hidden."

Xuan skillfully peeled the melon seeds, and his feet should be gently clapped to the tune of the singer, "Don't bother, these are good to eat, besides, I don't like to drink tea very much." ”

"Yes, yes, even if Gongzi ordered it like this, it was still me Qin who was not careful. I don't know what Childe likes to use every day, so I can let them prepare it in time. ”

Qin Yun walked to the opposite side of Xuan, followed Xuan's gaze and looked at the singer on the stage, and said with a smile: "Today, there is a Hu Wu dance girl from southern Xinjiang, with a beautiful demeanor and excellent dancing skills, why don't you pass her over to serve later?" ”

Xuan didn't speak, just turned his head to look at Qin Yun, his expression was the same, there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and the straight man was faintly flustered. Qin Yun is a person who has seen a big scene, and he has read countless people, so he can naturally withstand Xuan's gaze, but he didn't dare to say anything else, and only laughed slightly.

Xuan retracted his gaze, only turned a topaz ring on his finger, and took the singer downstairs to finish singing the song, he took out a gold treasure from his arms and threw it down, "Go." ”

The singer took the prize and withdrew with joy.

Qin Yun is the best at observing words and feelings, and he understands that this is because Xuan is very unhappy with others wantonly speculating about his preferences.

Since he asked himself to come, he naturally has something to say, so it is best to wait at this moment.

"I've been liking something interesting recently, but it's a pity that although the Central Plains is big, there are very few people who are happy and good at appreciating this thing, so it's not interesting." Xuan still turned the ring on his hand, but the corners of his mouth were very pleasant. "Though I have the heart to reward the best, I cannot find them. Now I think that you are the shopkeeper of Qin, who is like a guest, is very suitable. ”

Qin Yun always had a gentle smile in his eyes, and his eyes were also obedient and respectful, which matched his tone of speech. It is not only pleasing and comfortable, but also allows people to get close to him unconsciously, otherwise his title of "Eight-Faced Qin Lang" is not for nothing.

"Childe praises falsely, I don't know what it is, and the guest is like a cloud to decide that Childe will do it."

"This is a funny technique from the Western Regions, called 'Fighting Beasts'. Ah, I remember that there is a 'cockfighting' in the Central Plains that is similar to it, but it is not as enjoyable as the fighting beast, one beast to one beast, or one to one beast, life and death competition, flesh and blood fighting, it is really interesting and exciting, Qin shopkeeper, have you seen it? ”

Qin Yun said peacefully: "Gongzi is really well-informed, I have never had the pleasure of seeing this 'beast fighting' with my own eyes, but I have heard the merchants and adults talk about it, saying that it is a beast fight, or a man and a beast fight, the scene is both amazing and grand, both are trying their best, fighting to the death, one death and one injury, or both, you can get a full house." And generally this kind of work is accompanied by the fun of betting and gambling, so that the audience can be more emotional and forgetful. ”

Xuan smiled and moved his gaze to Qin Yun's body, "Shopkeeper Qin is right, the skill of fighting beasts is rare in the Central Plains, but it is not nothing. And the most interesting and worthwhile thing about this game is only one thing. He took off the jewel ring, threw it into the teapot, took the lid and covered it tightly, and shook it in his hand, faintly hearing the sound of "clang".

"The battle of the trapped beasts is the most beautiful."