The willow tops on the moon, the thick fog makes people dizzy, the Longxiao Pavilion is towering, cold and quiet, the cool breeze from the night is swirling into the pavilion, Ning Yuge feels a little sleepy, and yawns.

Mo Jiu looked at her dotingly and said, "If you're sleepy, just sleep here."

Ning Yuge glanced at him, "Don't make trouble, tomorrow will be the Yanchi Conference."

Mo Jiu didn't care about getting back, "What?"

"Naturally, it's good to deal with it," Ning Yuge got up and prepared to leave.

"Oh? I just don't know that I'll get tired when I rest here" Mo Jiu's dark eyes were full of brilliance, and the smile on his white jade-like face was vivid and beautiful at the moment.

Ning Yuge's face turned red, and he glanced at him, "Lord Mo, when is this, you still have time to joke"

"Didn't you have a countermeasure before you even walked in?" There was a hint of cunning in Mo Jiu's dark eyes.

Oh, I really can't hide my heart at all, Ning Yuge shook his head helplessly, "Yes, but it also depends on the timing"

"This trick is very good, if he makes a move in the future, it will ruin your trust today, but remember not to really hurt yourself" Mo Jiu lowered his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded, which overshadowed the peony in this room.

"Ah Jiu, you really have practiced mind reading, otherwise you can guess what I think" Ning Yuge laughed out loud, holding his hands and saying helplessly.

In the past, whether it was eating, drinking, playing, playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he could always guess his likes and dislikes in advance.

Mo Jiu raised her eyes and sighed lightly, this girl just doesn't know, if she loves someone, it is her smile, every drink and food, every thought and thought are in her heart.

"Ge'er, you are the only thought in my life"

When Ning Yuge left Longxiao Pavilion, Mo Jiu's last sentence echoed in his mind for a long time, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, his heart was filled warm, and he couldn't disperse, like honey as sweet but couldn't let go.

She still did not relax her vigilance and looked around, sneaking back to the courtyard, a few new lotus flowers secretly bloomed in the night wind, delicate and lovely, the evening wind blew, trembling slightly, graceful as if to exhaust the elegance of her life at this moment, but she was so proud that she was hidden in this heavy night swaying alone.

The thick fog was provocative, Liu Ningyue lamented in the mirror in the Yinyue Pavilion, she pushed the night banquet, drinking alone in the moonlight, the sorrow overflowed in her heart, and she felt bored, swept her sleeves, and rolled off the hairpin ring jewelry.

Mi'er heard the noise in the house, and hurriedly entered the house and asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Liu Ningyue was deaf and fixed, as if she had lost her soul, the willow silk totem on her forehead flickered faintly, and two lines of tears flowed silently.

Mi'er hurriedly stepped forward, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and said distressedly, "Miss, it will pass, it will pass, the master of the door is already selecting excellent men from various clans, and Miss will definitely have a good match in the future."

Liu Ningyue's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, pushed her hand away, and said sharply, "Tell him not to bother with this, I will never commit myself to marrying another for his hegemony, that is, I will never be taken seriously, and I will only marry her Yan Suhui."

Mi'er seemed to be frightened by her own young lady's tone, and was surprised for a moment, and began to clean up the scattered hairpin ring jewelry on the ground, while lamenting, "Miss, the slave can see that Miss really likes Lord Yan, but Lord Yan is not as infatuated as Lord Mo, you should know"

Hearing the name of the ink master, Liu Ningyue pinched her nails, and the stinging pain in her palm came, but she couldn't resist the pain in her heart at all.

After all, she can't resist the woman who has been scattered, and the ink lord is infatuated with her, and everyone praises her endlessly, even the man she loves the most, and the same is true......

She Liu Ningyue was born beautiful, can sing and dance, once danced in the sea, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, since childhood, none of them have fallen, Liu's unique stunt secret weapon and willow whip also make handy.

But in the end, he was defeated by a female Yama who fought on the battlefield all day......

She and Yan Suxuan, Ning Yuge are also considered to be acquaintances, and in her memory, even if she tries her best, her blue eyes can only hold one person.

After the change, Yan Suhui was hard-hearted, but he couldn't hide the thoughts in his heart.

Otherwise, who are the stone carvings in the house and the Moon Pavilion in the Floating Gorge for?

I'm afraid that she can escape the changes of the world, but she can't deceive her heart, just like her, how can she break free from that person's words and deeds.

In the next step, even if it is a cage dilemma, she is willing to go.

"Hey, Mi'er, bring the Qionglu loquat drink stewed during the day" At the end, Liu Ningyue came back to her senses, no longer indulging in the memories of the past, and regained her energy and began to make up.

"Yes" Mi'er understood that she would be able to respond, but her heart was extremely distressed.

Deeper and heavier, Liu Ningyue knew that the person would not rest early, his sleep had always been bad, and in recent years, he could only sleep lightly, she took a deep breath, held the soup cup that had been warm for a long time, and stepped into the glass courtyard with a smile.

"Su Hui, have you rested, I'll bring you some night drinks, don't stay up too tired" She cleared her throat and said softly.

There was no response from the house, so she pushed the door open, and the wine bottles scattered in the room and the smell of wine in the room mixed with the peculiar orchid fragrance of Yuluoxiang were intoxicating.

Yan Suxuan propped his head, holding a wine glass in his hand, and lowered his eyes at the moment, as if he was drunk.

Liu Ningyue put down the soup cup, slowly approached, squatted beside him, and looked at him carefully, at this moment his face was haggard, his black hair was scattered, but he could still see his handsome facial features, like a knife deep in her heart.

She couldn't help but caress his face, her eyes flashing with shyness and affection.

Feeling the warmth on his face, his blue eyes opened instantly, but there was a little warmth in his eyes at the moment, he held Liu Ningyue's hand, slowly stroked her face, and whispered, "Yuge, you're back"

Liu Ningyue's eyes suddenly changed, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but to no avail, hearing this name made her tremble, and the meaning in her heart could no longer hold the gentleness on her face.

She bit her lip tightly, shuddered, and said nothing.

"Yuge, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years, a hundred years" Yan Suhuan's eyes were hazy at the moment, his voice was whimpering, as fragile as a wounded beast.

The moment he shook his hand, he couldn't stop howling in his heart that he had never dared to say for a hundred years.

Liu Ningyue saw the man's eyes down in pain, and her heart was filled with grief and indignation, it was really Ning Yuge......

Is she really back......

She had always known Yan Suxuan's plan and understood his purpose, but she couldn't suppress her jealousy when she learned that there was only one person in the man's heart.

Yan Suxuan held her face and leaned over to kiss it, domineering but without losing her expression, Liu Ningyue's eyes widened, she was overwhelmed by this sudden kiss, but she sank deep at the moment when the man's cold lips touched her, and she had no power to resist.

Weakly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slipped down.

Yan Suxuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "Yuge, don't go back to him, okay?"

Liu Ningyue nodded dumbly, and was distracted by the stormy kiss, the belt on her body was loose, she closed her eyes, although she was a stand-in, but it was also her unobtainable warmth.

The coquettish voice is bursting, the room is gentle, Yan Suxuan just wants to rub the woman in front of him into his own blood, even if tomorrow is the death period, he will not hesitate to do it.