The mist was hidden behind him, the young man was wearing a stone blue brocade robe, the cuffs were inlaid with dark rubies, and a row of jade pendants hung around his waist.

Ying Zhichu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, this person was really not Qi Liangzheng, but he was also a child of a family.

My heart moved, and I remembered that Uncle Qi Guo had an eldest son, named Qi Liangyun, who must be this person.

Lu Shu's eyebrows were full of a light smile, and Ying Ying got up, "Thank you, childe." ”

"I heard from the doorman that you waited outside the house for the night." Qi Liangyun pinched his eyebrows and spoke in a deep voice.

Lu Shu bent her eyebrows to see that his face was full of fatigue, and said carefully: "Childe went out of the house to eat?" ”

She didn't say anything about it after standing for a night, and she didn't tell him how difficult it was to get out of the Autumn Water Pavilion, only expressed her concern.

Qi Liangyun snorted lightly, his eyes swept to her thin clothes, the cool breeze hit her pale face, and he couldn't help frowning: "You came to Qi Mansion to find me, what is the matter?" ”

"I ......" she suppressed her heartfelt affection and chuckled twice, "In a few days, it will be the drunken lyrics of Qiushui Pavilion, will Childe go?" ”

"Midori." Qi Liangyun stood facing the night pool, his voice indifferent.

Midori looked at him puzzled.

"There is a difference between you and me, you shouldn't have come to the Qi Mansion, if there is any urgency, ask someone to send a letter to inform me, I let you enter the door this time to make it clear to you......"

"I ...... Midori got it. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled bitterly, the corners of her mouth astringent.

"It's more exposed, it's inconvenient for me to keep you, wait and let the little guy send you back early." After saying this, without waiting for the woman's consent, he turned and left.

"Qi Gongzi!" Lu Shujiao shouted, looked at him and paused, her eyes were full of anticipation, "In a few days it will be the autumn water Oiran election, this year Lu Shu does not have much chance ......of winning, if this election is lost, I am afraid that I will not be able to feast with my grandmother in the future, and when I want to see my son, I am afraid it will be difficult to climb to the sky."

“……”

"Lu Shu is here today, not to please the son, but to ask the son......" She bit her lips lightly, tangled in her heart.

"You ask." Qi Liangyun spoke lightly, without waves or anger.

"If Lu Shu is willing to abandon Qiushui Oiran and not do it, Childe, can you take me in as a concubine?" As soon as she said this, Qiushui's eyes closed slightly.

Although she is in the flower building, she is pure and pure, and as soon as she asks today, it will shatter her former high and broken her pitiful self-esteem that she cares for.

But she had to ask, if it wasn't for the sake of seeing him more, why would she fight with her sister for a false name every year.

Oiran, the feast, just for the king's first glance.

He stood with his hands in his hands, leaving her with only an indifferent background, like an iron wall, hard to break.

"Lushu, you're talking nonsense, I don't want to hear this kind of thing in the future! It's cold, let the little guy send you back. ”

With this word of advice, the limestone figure disappeared around the corner of the garden, leaving a mist in its wake.

The cold pool is deep, reflecting this beautiful shadow becoming more and more lonely and cold.

Lu Shu's lost soul shook into her eyes, and she felt that the green tiles under her hands were a little cold.

Ying Zhichu lowered his eyelids and was secretly taken aback.

It was originally a smile and a hundred beautiful people in the city, and the Oiran favored by thousands of people also had a girl's loyal side.

Seeing Lu Shu leave sadly, Ying Zhichu's body landed lightly, she leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, took out the scrap paper and carefully checked the direction.

Although she has watched a lot of plays, she has not forgotten the purpose of this late-night trip.

The moonlight hit her pretty face, silver and soft.

She was too focused on the scraps of paper in her hand to notice the staring in the shadows.

The phoenix string piano should be placed in the study of Qi Liangzheng's courtyard, because I didn't find the piano room and the location of the study from the map, huh?

She snorted, it was actually connected to the main house......

"It's really a waste of sleep and food...... she put away the remnants and flew away in the approximate direction.

Half a moment after she left, a silver-clothed figure jumped down from a height, looking in that direction, and a chill appeared in her eyebrows.

……

Ying Zhichu followed the night and touched the location of the study.

There was no one in the middle of the night, and the fog in the huge mansion was cool and deserted.

Raising his finger and gently pushing open the sash of the study, only a small sound sounded. She took a breath and gave a quick push, her whole body leaping into it.

Then, the window sash closed slightly, revealing three inches of moonlight pouring into the house.

The study furnishings are faintly visible.

The bookshelves in the study are neat, the bookcases are clean, the furnishings are orderly, and the air is filled with light crape myrtle incense, which is the dew fragrance commonly used by Qi Liangzheng.

She squatted lightly against the wall, listened to the footsteps outside the door, and did not move for a long time before her heart was quietly put down.

After staring into the room for a moment, she took small steps and rummaged through the cabinet, the moonlight was faint, and she couldn't see the dark corners of the house, but she was separated by a wall, and she didn't dare to light the fuel lamp, so she only followed the feeling of wanton groping.

Fingers easily stroked the last layer of the cabinet in the south corner, and vaguely touched a long brocade box.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes flashed with excitement, and her fingers touched the size of the box, but she felt that it was a little short, and it was probably not enough to place a piano.

I regretted that my fingers were wet and cold and left a slight water mark on the brocade box, but I didn't care, and when I left with one hand, my heart passed by inexplicably. She frowned slightly, staring at the brocade box with a clear pattern, and subconsciously had the urge to open it.

The fingertips touched the opening of the brocade box again, but there was no trace of the lock, her fingers picked at will, and the long box was opened gently.

The pitch-black box had a bright white sheen, "It's ......" she attached her fingers, the touch of the scroll rubbing against her fingertips.

"Is this a painting?" I couldn't help but snort softly, and the door opened.

"Bang-chirp!"

A serpentine dart was pinned three inches from the side of her face.

Someone——!

The strong wind slid through the ends of her hair, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she rolled out three times on the ground, jumped towards the window, and gritted her teeth and jumped out of the window without seeing the person behind her.

"Humph!" A sneer rang out just in time.

Ying Zhichu didn't care, as soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran towards the eaves of the wall, leaving the house first.

A serpentine dart struck again, she followed the sound of the wind to estimate the approximate location, her left foot dodged slightly but couldn't dodge, the cold dart against the belly of the leg cut the clothing, and scratched the skin of the calf.

"Shhh

She didn't have time to respond, and bent her waist backwards to narrowly dodge, but she bent her ankle lightly.

"Dark Wind!" A cold cry interrupted the man in silver.

Darkwind quickly withdrew his hand and stood behind the man.

Ying Zhichu's whole person fell unexpectedly among the flowers and plants, the fresh wet grass blades scratched her face, she gritted her teeth to move her left leg, and there was the sound of hurried footsteps in her ears.

In the courtyard under the moon, the shimmer of light sprinkled on the man's body with wind and dew, his posture was clear and long, and he stepped on the autumn grass and approached her, without hesitation.

frowned at her in a night dress, with a sad look on her little face, sighed in her heart, and bent down slightly to take her into her arms.

The fragrance was soft, Qi Liangzheng bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and only said softly: "This dart is not poisonous, I will take medicine for you." ”

At the end of the words, there was an inexplicable slight anger.

Ying Zhichu frowned and looked at him, a faint crape myrtle fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose, and he was puzzled, and he struggled slightly.

Qi Liangzheng glanced at the silver-clothed man coldly, didn't give her a chance to break free, and walked towards the study.

The study was still dark, and as he had done in the past, he found the wooden couch and put her down gently, then got up to light the oil lamp.

As soon as Ying Zhichu wanted to stay, he caught a glimpse of the silver-clothed man standing outside the door, with a bitter face, and obediently folded his legs and lay down.

The oil lamp was lit, the furnishings in the room were clearly visible, and the study was covered with a layer of yellow light, Qi Liangzheng turned his back to her and took his usual teacup, poured a bowl of herbal tea, and walked towards her with two fingers holding the oil lamp.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that he was dressed in white, with a slight coldness in his eyebrows and eyes, and he said to the silver-clothed man with a side face:

"Stand down."

The voice is soft, but unmistakable.

"Yes." The silver-clothed man lowered his head, no longer looked at the woman, and disappeared into the courtyard in an instant.

The door of the study was wide open, and the cool breeze swirled in the threshold, Ying Zhichu felt that his body was getting colder, and subconsciously leaned towards the inside of the couch.

He put the oil lamp away, lowered his eyes and helped the woman's left leg.

"I ...... I can medicate myself. ”

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but he did not answer, and lifted the woman's left leg and carefully placed it on his knee.

The black clothes were impressively opened, his fingertips were slightly opened, the blood stains on the white calves were reflected in his eyes, his heart was suffocated, he took out his handkerchief and dipped it in tea, and carefully wiped the wound for her.

"Bear with me." Qi Liangzheng hung his long eyelashes, and his thin lips opened lightly.

He was too close, and the crape myrtle was wrapped all over the woman's body, Ying Zhichu looked at him in a daze, his face was full of solemnity, and he bit his lip and was silent for a while.

His fingertips were slender and white, and he skillfully cleaned the wound, and then took out the green jade medicine bottle closely.

The small medicine bottle was placed in his hand, and the green was lined with white skin, which was very delicate and small.

Ying Zhichu's eyes flashed, and he recognized that this medicine was the ointment he had given to himself by the little monk in the Admiralty Temple.

At that time, I didn't think about it, and I refused to go out, but I didn't think about it tonight......

I couldn't help but slander in my heart: I didn't expect that I still used his medicine after coming and going.

Qi Liang seemed to be blessed to know what she was thinking, raised his eyebrows and smiled, opened the medicine bottle and took out the tiny green ointment, and gently rubbed her wound with the ointment on his fingertips.

The cool touch pierced into the pain, Ying Zhichu hissed lightly, and felt that the man's fingertips paused slightly, and she subconsciously raised her eyes, and was bumping into his inquiring gaze.

The breeze swayed, and the slightest trace fell into the heart of the king.

The cold fingertips pressed against her legs, soft and sticky, which made him confused, and he squinted his eyes slightly at her soft lips, and a trace of strangeness crossed his mind.

Being uncomfortable with him, Ying Zhichu frowned slightly and twitched his legs slightly.

He suppressed her movements, wrapped his fingers around her calves, lowered his eyes to hide the confusion under his eyes, and restrained: "Don't move." ”

The burning heat around him passed away silently.

Ying Zhichu pursed his lips slightly, sulking.

But he didn't care, and after taking care of her wounds, he raised his hand to turn her ankle.

The picture of her falling just now was still in her mind, and the fall in that posture should be due to an ankle injury and inability to stand unsteadily, Qi Liangzheng didn't ask, twisted her wrist slightly, and turned to see if her ankle was injured.

Actually, it's not a big deal, her body is soft, just a little bit, just rest for a while, Ying Zhichu blinked, and interrupted thoughtfully: "My feet are fine, it's just that your hands are too cold, and I'm a little uncomfortable." ”