"Lord Zhaoyang, don't come unharmed."

The unphased son was dressed in a white single coat, covered with a big coat of fire fox fur, standing at the end of the corridor, the moonlight pouring from the small window was not much and no less, just covering his face and body, his lips were lightly raised, his starry eyes were smiling, and even the flamboyant red was gentle.

"Presumably it made Childe wait for a long time."

Behind him was the hustle and bustle of the lights of the Chunyi Building, and Sheng Rui walked with his backlight, unable to see clearly.

"If you have a confidant in the world, what does it matter if you wait a few more days?"

The smile on Wuxiang's lips was a little careless, as if it was really as he said, even if it was okay to wait a few more days.

It's a pity that Shengrui is not a rich man who has never been in the world, and he will never regard this as a friendship without a phase, his thin lips opened lightly, and the cold words came out: "Don't dare to be." ”

Watching Sheng Rui's handsome facial features move from dim to clear, his usual look is incomprehensible. Wuxiang pursed his lips, the resentment in his eyes was not resentful, and the combination of his delicate face was not stingy with the enchantment of a woman: "You are really ruthless as always." ”

Sheng Rui raised his eyebrows, ignored the self-amusement of Wuxiang, and went straight to the point: "This king came today because he didn't understand two things, and he wanted to ask Gongzi for advice. ”

"It's rare that the prince of Zhaoyang actually has something he can't understand."

"The first one, the assassination of the crown prince the day before; The second piece is embroidered with raw flowers. ”

"The first assassination of the crown prince, the prince of Zhaoyang should know the reason, how can he not understand?" Wuxiang walked away from the window, opened the door of the room and walked in, regardless of Shengrui.

"I know the reason for the assassination of the prince, but what happened in the middle was erased by someone, not to mention who could make Mo Yu's invincible assassin retreat without a fight, just say that there are forces in this Shengjing that the king does not know, this is what makes the king not understand. Or it is the person who intervened in it, and the person who knew and was familiar with the king did not know. An intriguing smile finally appeared on Sheng Rui's face, and his words also meant something.

The smile on Wuxiang's face also never disappeared: "After all, the prince is fine, why should the prince disturb himself for some details?" After a pause, there was a slight incomprehension in his voice, "As for the second piece, embroidered flowers, I don't know where the prince doesn't understand?" ”

"What do you think?" The smile on Sheng Rui's face is neither deep nor shallow, neither thick nor light.

"I think the prince is handsome and dashing Yushu is in the wind, if the smile on his face is seen by the girls outside, I am afraid that the business of this Chunyi Building will not be able to continue." Wuxiang did a Tai Chi and went around.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and the kung fu of the unphased son has grown a lot."

"Where, where, it's just to say something from the heart."

"If this king really has what the prince said, why don't you see Miss Frost falling in love with me?"

"Probably because I have been looking at me since I was a child, I have no feeling for beauty."

"Heh..."Sheng Ruipi laughed without smiling, and there was nothing else to say.

Sitting for a while, watching Sheng Rui sit at the table and pour the tea lightly and shallowly, coughed irrelevantly and picked up the tea cup in his hand, took a sip, and then said: "If it is not early today, if the prince does not want to go back to the house, you can find a satisfactory girl in this spring building." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Wuxiang was dumbfounded by this clear and cold sentence, what did he say, why is it okay?

Thinking like this in my heart, but there is no other way, the other party is the prince of the dynasty, and he can't send off guests directly, right?

So, in the neat room, two handsome men who were equally divided but each led the way sipping tea quietly.

When Ning Shuang came back, he saw this picture that was enough to make the spring heart of the Shengjing woman sprout.

There was not a trace of expression change on the cold face, and when Frost was about to withdraw and close the door again, a voice came: "Miss Frost stays." ”

"I don't know what the prince commands?"

"I don't dare to do it, I just want to ask the girl how is Xixiao now?" Sheng Rui's tone did not have a sense of superiority for the prince, "I also want to ask the girl, the origin of this embroidered flower." ”

Neither of the two in the room was surprised that Sheng Rui knew that Ning Shuang had entered the palace, and no one mentioned how Mo Yu met them.

Ning Shuang didn't hesitate, raised his legs and walked into the house, with the pride of the children of the rivers and lakes and not reckless: "The origin of the embroidered flowers must have been known to the prince for a long time, and now the Si Miao sect is scattered everywhere, and there are only a few who have mastered this unique art, as for why it appears in the palace is also its own fate, but the prince can rest assured that the girl will never worry about her life." ”

The words are not leaky, everything that should be said has been said, and half of what should not be said has never been revealed.

Sheng Rui got the answer he wanted, and he didn't want to stay longer: "It's not too early, this king is inconvenient to bother more, so he will leave first." Before stepping out of the door, he added, "Thank you for the tea hospitality of the prince today, and I will return it another day." ”

The corners of Wuxiang's mouth twitched invisibly: "Thank you here first, you go slowly." ”

is as indifferent as when he came, Shengrui's back still has a nobility that people can't ignore.

"Childe." Ning Shuang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Wuxiang's eyes, "The people are gone." ”

"Frost, will you fall in love with a woman?"

"Ahem..."Ning Shuang just took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but when he heard such unfounded words as Wuxiang, he couldn't control it for a while, and he choked on the water and coughed.

"Why are you so excited?" Wuxiang got up and stood beside Ning Shuang, patting her on the back while continuing, "You don't really like women, do you?" ”

When Ning Frost heard Wuxiang's words, she coughed even more.

"Oh, Ningshuang, I know that we grew up together, you are used to seeing my delicate appearance, so naturally you don't look down on those ordinary people." Wuxiang looked distressed and regretful, "It's just frost, you can't give up on yourself because of this!" How can I explain this to your father? ”

The frost was so angry that he couldn't do it, but he was occupied by a cough, and he had nothing to do, so he could only listen to Wuxiang talking to himself there, and he was angry and funny in his heart.

The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, a few joys and a few sorrows.

The quiet winter evening was not quiet, and the hustle and bustle next to him was obviously close to his ears, but it never entered Jiang Fangzheng's ears, and he could only hear the sound of cold young and soft breathing lying on his side.

Jiang Fangzheng moved cautiously, turned sideways and looked at the young man in front of him.

Because the two of them have been sleeping until now, there is no lamp in the room, it is slightly dim, and the light from the outside just falls on Cao Shouyang's handsome side face through the window, white and flawless, the long eyelashes cover the indifferent eyes, and naturally fade a bit of a terrifying sense of distance, only the innate condensation temperament still surrounds him. The slightly messy black hair was spread out on the side, lining the cold face on weekdays, adding a bit of indescribable charm to him out of thin air.

Stretched out his hand, withdrew it, sighed lightly, Jiang Fangzheng lifted the quilt covering his body, carefully walked out of bed, and cautiously approached Cao Shouyang, who was still sleeping well, and bent down to hug him.

Jiang Fangzheng, who was cautious, never saw that when his hand touched Cao Shouyang, the eyelashes of the person who should still be asleep trembled slightly, and he didn't even feel that his fingers were shaken.

Jiang Fangzheng carried Cao Shouyang, who was asleep, to the bed, carefully took off his shoes and socks, tucked the quilt for him, and looked at the sleeping young man, with unknown emotions in his heart.

After sitting for a while, the temperature that had just accumulated in the quilt passed away little by little, Jiang Fangzheng remembered that he had not put on his shoes yet, looking at his feet that were red from the cold, but there was a trace of sweet emotions in his heart, he should have helped him take off his shoes and socks as he did.

Remembering that the two of them have been like this since childhood, and have never really been bored with each other, Jiang Fangzheng settled down, he used to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and Monk Cao has been such a character since he was a child, otherwise the noble son who can make friends all over the capital and even the entire Shengqian with the name of the son of the Cao family is like this, how can he be like now with only two or three confidants and friends.

Thinking like this, Jiang Fangzheng turned over the previous scene at the city gate, thinking that he had such a deep friendship with Monk Cao, but he lost his temper with him because of a trivial matter, and finally went to Lingzhu Courtyard, thinking that he liked men, thinking about his mental journey in the past few days, Jiang Fangzheng himself felt funny.

Jiang Fangzheng got up, wanting to get his shoes and socks, but he didn't want to be grabbed by the sleeping teenager in the next moment, and before he could reach out to break the young man's slender and powerful fingers, he was pulled back to the bed by the young man again.

"Cold..."The young man hugged Jiang Fangzheng tightly with his two hands, and said indistinctly.

The young man's words successfully dispelled Jiang Fangzheng's idea of struggling to get up, tried the strength of the young man's hugging himself, and looked at the young man's slightly red face, and finally decided to give up struggling. With a light sigh, Jiang Fangzheng re-covered him with the quilt that the young man had kicked off, and he also lay down carefully, watching the young man's sleeping face slowly close his eyes.

It wasn't until the sound of long breathing came and it was confirmed that Jiang Fangzheng was asleep again that Cao Shouyang opened his eyes.

Jiang Fangzheng's sleeping face is very simple, clean as if he has never been in contact with the sinister of the world, but it is this cleanliness that makes Cao Shouyang obsessed.

Loosening the strength of the embrace, Cao Shouyang freed up a hand, gently tracing the outline of Jiang Fangzheng's facial features, from the forehead to the chin, and finally, the two warm lips were spread, staring for a long time, and finally the throbbing in his heart was no longer able to resist the throbbing in his heart, and his head slowly approached, just like Jiang Fangzheng slowly approached at the city gate before, the distance was getting closer little by little, each other's breathing was staggered, warm and slightly wet, Cao Shouyang stopped.

At such a close distance, as long as he went a little further, he could get the food he had been looking forward to for a long time, and he was like a beggar who had been starved for days, staring greedily at the sleeping person in front of him, but he did not dare to approach. He wasn't sure what Jiang Fangzhou thought, but he knew in his heart that Jiang Fangzhou was different from himself, he was just a little dependent on himself, and he wasn't sure what was waiting for him after he took this step.

He was also afraid that it was a dream, and that it would be the same when he woke up.

The moon outside the window slowly rose and set slowly where they couldn't see, and the originally dim firelight became even dimmer, and in the haze, I don't know who touched a trace of warm warmth, and then fell silent, plunging into the night with light.