Jiang Yu is sick.

The impact of these four words on Qi Dao is indeed not small.

When night comes, it is always appropriate to come with wine.

Qi Dao, who was in a complicated mood, drank most of the spring breeze drunk by moonlight, his face was gloomy, and the more he thought about it, the more annoying he became, so he simply took advantage of this momentum and decided to find out.

Hurt people during the day, and it was even more difficult to knock on the door to visit in the middle of the night, Qi Dao looked at the mansion opposite for a while, and finally went around to the wall on the side of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and climbed the wall after dividing five by two.

Qi Dao straddled the wall, there was just a tree next to him to borrow his strength, he raised his eyes to see the situation in the courtyard, the candlestick was on the edge of the pavilion in the distance, his side was dark, only a faint light behind a window illuminated a hazy figure.

After drinking the wine and holding back a breath in his heart, Qi Dao retracted his gaze with a cold face, and suddenly felt that he was really damaging his identity like this, and he didn't look like this, but he really wanted to ask Jiang Yu, and he was in a dilemma.

When he was embarrassed, the figure shining in the light suddenly moved, the shadow became bigger and bigger, and finally became a real shadow in front of the window, seeing that he was about to push the window to see himself, Qi Dao panicked, and was originally going to use his strength to go down the wall, who knew that the soles of his feet slipped and he didn't catch the branches, and after kicking straight into the air, the person fell down.

Bad luck, the foot touched the ground first, it seemed that the left foot was directly twisted ninety degrees, and the pain of drilling the heart went straight from the soles of the feet to the Tianling cover, and the pain was so painful that Qi Dao was stunned and gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back, let out a muffled snort, the wine was strong, and the brain was not clear, so he reached out to hold his feet, and as a result, the whole person was unbalanced, staggered, and planted on the grass.

The figure who was about to open the window suddenly stopped, as if to hear whose voice it was, hesitated, and turned away from the window.

Qi Dao was lying on the grass, holding his left foot and looking at the sky, most of the time he woke up from the wine, and there was only one thought left in his heart: regret.

Soon he heard the door open on the other side, and then a bright light turned the corner, and came towards him step by step.

Jiang Ying walked very slowly, her clothes were loose, her skirt rose and fell with her movements, although she was still plain white, she was no longer dressed in the daytime, she still had a cold expression on her face, and at night, the candlelight was faint, illuminating her as if she had a halo around her.

She was carrying a lantern, the green silk fell on her shoulders, and the moonlight reflected on her face, so she didn't look like a real person, even Qi Dao stared at her for two seconds.

The lantern illuminated Qi Dao, who was lying in the grass and looked at her, Jiang Yu's face was strange for a moment, and he said indifferently: "Lord Jing, what are you doing at night?" ”

Qi Dao turned his face to look at the sky without changing his color: "Admire the moon." ”

Jiang Yu didn't expose him, raised his eyes and looked at the high wall, and raised his eyebrows invisibly: "Can the prince still stand up, or do you need to call someone to help the prince?" ”

The tone was as if encouraging a half-paralyzed patient to try to take two steps to see.

He's just broken his foot, and he's not paralyzed yet!

"Not necessarily!" Qi Dao gritted his teeth, as if to prove that he was not yet wasted, and in front of Jiang Yin, he was stunned to support the ground, kicked the ground on one leg, and stood up.

Jiang Yu watched this feat with a lantern throughout the whole process, and waited until Qi Dao pretended to be calm and stood firm, and then pulled out a detached smile: "Lord Jing walks slowly." ”

Qi Dao's action of arranging the hem of his clothes stiffened for a moment, and then he turned his face and glanced at the wall, the moonlight was vague, falling on the tips and shoulders of his hair, soft and elegant, but Qi Dao felt that the moonlight tonight was particularly dazzling, I don't know if it was because the lantern brought by Jiang Yu was too dazzling.

It was a misunderstanding, and he did not have anything to say, but the current atmosphere was so embarrassing that people just wanted to flee.

Jiang Yu is still so comfortable and lonely standing in place, standing as an extreme scenery in the painting, in stark contrast to it, is a red figure that is also particularly conspicuous at night on the opposite side, chic and neat stepping on the tree and climbing over the wall, with fluttering clothes and heroic posture.

When I landed, I could hear a very soft gritted gritted muffled hum through the high wall, which sounded very oozing in the night, and it could be seen that it was really painful.

Soon after the second day, the news that King Jing, who had failed to 'admire the moon', got drunk and climbed over the wall to the Prime Minister's Mansion and was beaten with his legs broken reached Qi Ying's ears.

Qi Ying stopped writing and looked up, and after a moment of silence, he frowned and said, "What is he doing over Jiang Yu's wall?" ”