Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he snatched the peach blossom wine in front of him, and when he saw the other party's cold gaze, Mo Miao smiled without any burden: "Brother Ge, it's a shame to waste good wine, why don't you let me?" ”

Pulling out the beard on the tiger's face, Mo Qiu is very familiar with it, anyway, with Yin Xiao, Ge Qiu doesn't dare to do anything.

As for whether he will retaliate in the future, Mo Jiao doesn't care at all, what will happen in the future will be later, there will be wine today and drunk tomorrow.

The sense of oppression around him quickly disappeared, this is Ge Qiu, who will not be entangled in trivial matters.

Mo Miao curled the corners of his lips proudly, and was about to pour himself full of wine, when a white jade wine cup suddenly appeared in front of him, and the other end of the white jade wine cup was a slender hand like jade.

The smile on his face collapsed instantly, and Mo Miao sighed silently, pouring wine into the white jade wine cup in front of him.

The slender hand was slowly withdrawn, and the man put the wine cup to his lips, lowered his delicate eyebrows, and took a sip.

Mo was greedy, so he retracted his gaze, poured himself a cup of Tieguanyin, and sipped it sullenly.

Time passed quietly, and the feast finally dispersed.

This kind of banquet is really nothing good, it's just a few people drinking a few glasses of wine, saying a few words, and then enjoying the song and dance, maybe the men are happy about it, but Mo Yao is very bored.

This night, Mo Miao never glanced at that person, as if the other party was really just a stranger.

Back in the room, the maid brought the sobering soup, Mo Xiao served Yin Xiao to drink, and served him to change his clothes, wash his face and feet, and was about to retreat, Yin Xiao dragged her over.

Mo Jiao's feet were unstable, falling into his arms, the familiar breath was approaching, she clenched her hand, and did not refuse after all.

The early spring night was very quiet, except for the sound of the night wind blowing the leaves and rustling the leaves.

The moonlight was like practice, scattering the mottled shadows of the trees, and suddenly, a gentle and melodious flute sounded in the night, like a woman's complaining story, mixed with a faint sorrow.

Mo Jiao was shocked, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he hurriedly pushed away the man in front of him and stood up.

The man's pale eyes suddenly became as dark as night, bottomless, and there seemed to be a whirlpool hidden in them, ready to involve her at any moment.

Mo Miao held his breath, not knowing what to do.

After a while, she found her voice again: "Son, I'm tired, rest early, don't retire." ”

She didn't care if he was angry or not, she just wanted to get out of here quickly, and as soon as the words fell, she pulled her feet and ran away.

But how can it be that easy? This person has always been domineering, which time has she ever been there? Soon Mo Miao was dragged back by him.

……

The night was long, and the sound of the flute lasted for a long, long time, causing the perched birds to flutter out of their nests again.

Mo Miao walked out of the room, closed the door, and sat on the bluestone steps at the door with her arms crossed, she couldn't help but show a stunned look on her face when she heard the flute sound was gone.

After an unknown time, Mo Jiao stood up and was about to go back to the room.

Suddenly, there was a sound in her ears, a gust of wind swept through her ears, and in the blink of an eye, her arm was grabbed in her hand, and her feet soared into the air, and the next moment she landed on a towering ancient tree, and her whole figure was covered in dense leaves.

The sound of leaves in my ears is endless, and my gentle breathing is very close to my own, and I can feel the temperature of the other person's breathing closely.

Mo Miao raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, raised her other free hand and slapped it on his chest, and was held tightly in the palm of her hand by the other party halfway, stopping her behavior.

"Let go!" Mo Qiaoqiao's face sank and she scolded angrily.

Liu Qingyang held her hand tightly and did not loosen it, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a teasing smile: "Why do you want to let go?" ”

Mo Yao's eyes widened, what did this person want to do?

Ge Qiu was nearby, and it wasn't far from Yin Xiao's room, so she didn't want to get too entangled with this person.

"Liu Gongzi is the son of a dignified family, why is he so ignorant of etiquette? He did that little thing! Mo Yao's face was completely cold, and he spoke unceremoniously.

Liu raised his eyes lightly, and laughed again in a blink of an eye: "I don't know how to be polite, if I can get close to you in this way, I would rather be a little bit of a junior in your eyes." ”

"You!" Mo Miao was stunned, as if he didn't believe that he could say this.

Liu Qingyang stared at her deeply, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "What kind of Gu did you give me?" I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help but get closer, I know that I should keep my distance from you and treat you as a stranger, but when I see you with him, I still can't help but be jealous, and I don't want you to stay with him, but I have been playing the flute for a long time, and you have never appeared.

You ruthless woman, am I so unworthy in your eyes? ”

Mo Miao didn't expect him to say this, and he didn't know how to deal with it in shock.

Liu Qingyang sighed, and his tone was slightly softened: "Do you really not have any feelings for me?" ”

Mo Miao came back to his senses, stared at his unconcealed expectation, and his face suddenly returned to indifference: "Young Master Liu, please respect yourself." ”

"Self-respect?" Liu muttered lightly, looked at her cold pretty face, held her hand tightly, gritted her teeth and asked, "Do you really like him so much?" I can see that he is much older than you, and his mind is deep, and you are just a servant maid by his side, do you really think that you will be happy with him? ”

"You're wrong." Mo Miao looked at him coldly: "He is very good to me, and he doesn't bother with Young Master Liu." ”

"Are you really going to be wrong again and again?" Liu Qingyang's face was pale, and his eyes were on fire: "What else can you do with him besides killing people?" Don't think I don't know, they did Uncle Jiang's death last time, what are your ideas this time? Do you want to continue to follow them in their misdeeds? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Miao glared at him fiercely: "I said everything, we are just passing by here, if you think we have ulterior motives, I have nothing to say, please let me go, I don't want us to be entangled again." ”

She hadn't expected to see him again here, disrupting all her thoughts.

Now that he's entangled in this, she really doesn't know how to face everything next.

"Are we less entangled?" Liu Qingyang was aggressive: "Don't forget, it was you who seduced me and made me sink into the mud step by step, and now you say stop entanglement, don't you think you are hateful?" ”

Mo Miao looked at him in astonishment, when did he seduce him? How could he be so gibberish?

"What are you talking nonsense......" Before he finished speaking, his eyes darkened, and Mo Yao's eyes widened and he forgot to react.

After a long time, Liu Qingyang retreated and looked at her with burning eyes: "Have you forgotten?" ”

She hadn't forgotten, she remembered, but how could he be like this? At that time, she was just impulsive, and she didn't expect to meet again in the future, and just wanted to keep the last warmth.

She looked at him stupidly, the affection in his eyes almost overwhelmed her, and she only felt weak and confused.

How so?