Ye Mushen held a soup cup and said with a shallow smile, "It was specially stewed for you." ”

Ling Shang shook his head, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Ye Mushen pressed his arm against the door before he closed the door, "You haven't eaten anything at night, have you?" I dragged you to drink, and you weren't in the mood to eat, and I was responsible. If you don't even drink the soup of my atonement, I won't be able to go and I won't be able to sleep. ”

Ling Shang was not as sharp as him, and he really didn't want to say anything more to him, so he took the soup and asked him to go back.

"Can you let me in and sit down?"

"I can't."

"Then I'll wait at the door until dawn."

“…… Whatever you want. Ling Shang brushed aside his hand on the door and gently closed the door on his knee.

Back in the house, I put the soup cup on the shelf in the corner and continued to pack my bags.

When he first arrived in Luoyang, he really hated the night ginseng.

But now he seems to have let go of this guy.

There is no hatred, and there are no other feelings, but I simply don't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

It's just that Ling Shang wasn't sure how long his state of mind would last.

Ling Shang \b had very few things to pack up, and the most troublesome thing was to re-read some of the letters stored in the house and then burn them.

There was a faint smell of burning in the room, and Ling Shang opened the window to breathe.

He was stunned for a moment at the moon in the sky, and then looked back at the door.

I wonder if that guy is really waiting outside the door?

He came to find himself for Mo Yun, right?

On the surface, it's for Mo Yun, tossing and turning to the end or for Hua Yao, isn't it?

Ling Shang really didn't like him like this.

He is clearly a person who is more self-conscious than anyone else, but he weakly gives up everything he should have.

Whether it's the royal status, the smile or the arrogance, or the events of your life......

This guy is really a person who gives up easily, no matter how much he has paid, he is always so chic when he lets go.

It seems that in his heart, there is nothing really worth guarding with his life.

The person who is extremely cold has always been him.

I fell asleep in a trance.

Ling Shang dreamed of the vast sky of the river, and the maple fire continued; A woman in a red dress stood in front of the embankment with her back to her.

"Mother......" Ling Shang suddenly woke up, his forehead covered with fine and dense cold sweat.

I opened the door, not wanting to crash into a chilling chest.

Ling Shang stepped back unsteadily, frowning - this guy really waited outside the door?

The tone was also a little annoyed, "It's going to be dawn, why are you still ......?"

Ye Mushen's voice was lazy and sleepy, "It's not dawn yet, why can't you sleep?" ”

Ling Shang did not answer. He just wanted to go to the courtyard and relax.

Ye Mushen hooked his lips slightly, "If you can't sleep, it's okay to enjoy the moon and the wind." ”

As he spoke, he stepped aside and made a "please" gesture.

The two of them walked around the courtyard with their own thoughts, and when they came back, Mu Shen naturally followed Ling Shang into the house.

Ling Shang wanted to leave after dawn.

But now I changed my mind, and I thought that I should say goodbye to him and let him cherish it.

Although Hua Yao is young, her ability is not inferior to many so-called celebrities in the rivers and lakes, and her methods are ruthless enough.

Ye Mushen followed her, and Ling Shang didn't have anything to worry about.

Moreover...... This guy's life will never be his incompetent brother anymore to intervene.

Seeing the soup cup that was left out on the shelf on the side, the bags on the table and the plate on the side, Ye Mushen raised his eyebrows, "Are you leaving?" ”