Turning his head, he saw that Rong Yun carefully blew the food cold, sent the spoon to Shen Miaoyi's lips, and then gently watched her eat it slowly.

Occasionally, when the food touched her lips, he smiled and picked up the handkerchief, carefully wiped her clean, and cared for Shen Miaoyi like a newborn baby.

If a man is not deeply in love with a woman, he will not be so meticulous and thoughtful.

Yao Qingmu's heart was even more mixed at this time, although he repeatedly warned himself not to have special thoughts about Rong Yun, but this gentle man still couldn't let himself not pay attention to him, not think about him, and not eat the vinegar of the wooden beauty.

Moreover, with the understanding of him, she can now separate him from Yao Zhiyuan, and the kind of calm and calm on Rong Yun's body is something that the somewhat wooden Yao Zhiyuan does not have. But why, when I face him, I still feel flustered and unnatural?

Yao Qingmu only cared about his own thoughts, completely forgetting that there was a Shen He next to him.

And her expression didn't fall into Shen Heyi's eyes at all.

In addition to the previous disdain, the eyes in his eyes when he looked at her were a little more puzzled and sharp.

The dinner that was originally half an hour had been eaten for more than an hour, and when Yao Qingmu and Shen He said goodbye, the sky was already full of stars.

Shen Heyi took his white knee-high curtain again, and went out and said again: "Tomorrow I will come on time to give my sister an injection." As he spoke, he didn't look at Yao Qingmu much and disappeared into the night.

Rong Yun stood on the steps in front of the hall, looking at the dim lights in front of the stage, Yao Qingmu's slender shoulders and thin clothes, thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly, turned back to the hall, took a cloak of his own, and draped it on her body.

Yao Qingmu looked at him in surprise, his eyes were exceptionally bright, as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Rong Yun explained: "The wind is blowing, Anping Palace is far away from here, Yao Concubine, put on this." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently helped her tie the straps of her cloak.

His robe was a bit big for Yao Qingmu, and Yao Qingmu was wrapped in it, only his head and feet were exposed.

After tying the belt, Rong Yun looked at it carefully again, and said with a smile: "Yao Yuma is dressed more like a young girl." ”

Yao Qingmu turned his gaze weakly, rubbed his nose, and said in a muffled voice, "Is Your Highness laughing at me?" ”

"Hehe......" Seeing that her embarrassed appearance was extremely cute, Rong Yun laughed loudly, "No, no, no, I'm praising Yao Yuma's good looks." ”

"I didn't expect His Highness to make such a joke. I am very self-aware, I am not as handsome as Shen Heyi, I am not as good as Rong Yan in terms of demonization, and I am not as good as Your Highness in terms of elegance. ”

Rong Yun put one hand behind his back, clenched the other hand into a fist, blocked his lips, and laughed again, "No, in fact, Yao Yuma is really special." ”

Yao Qingmu smiled embarrassedly, stared at the exposed feet under the cloak, and whispered, "Can you not call me Yao Concubine?" It sounds awkward to me. ”

Rong Yun nodded, "Okay, then I'll be the same as Rong Yan, call you Qingmu, and don't call me Your Highness anymore, like Rong Li, call me Brother Yun." ”

"Brother Yun......" Yao Qingmu repeated this title, raised his head, and met Rong Yun's bottomless eyes. Those deep eyes were like a whirlpool in the water, and they had swept her whole mind into it in an instant.