When he saw that I was safe and sound, the anger in his eyes was mostly less, and his dark brown pupils were as calm and indifferent as ever.

"Let's go." His force was so great that he made a red mark on my wrist, and as I walked forward, I realized that the loud noise was due to him knocking down the door.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and even the curtains burned into a cloud of flying ash, and the ashes danced with the dust, turning the colors into black and white with sparks.

"Wait!" I broke free of his confinement and ran back to the bookshelf, most of the Buddhist scriptures that I had copied before were placed under the bookshelf, picked up the Buddhist scriptures that had not been burned, and suddenly remembered the scissors hidden under the bed, and was about to run over to get them, Beiyu Jinchen grabbed my arm, making people unable to move.

He dragged the sutra in my arms and threw it into the fire, and I watched as all my hard work in the past few days went down the drain, and I was so angry that my blood flowed backwards.

He didn't say a word, the flames flickered in his pupils, flickering and dimming, mixed with some inexplicable emotions.

I turned around in a negative mood, and he suddenly half-squatted down and picked me up, and suddenly the world turned upside down, and before he could blurt out, he had already been carried out by him.

Maybe it's because I breathe in too much smoke, and I can't help coughing when I get outside, as if I want to cough out my lungs.

There is a little fishy sweetness in the heart, it should be an old wound that has not healed.

Swallowing hard, suppressing the discomfort, and straightening up, the fire was already under control.

Large vasks of cold water were poured over the top, leaving a trail of ruins.

Beiyu Jinchen stood in front, close to the flames, but not enough to burn himself. It's just that his brow is tightly knit, as if he is thinking or remembering something.

This fire also reminded me of Jinyun Palace, I don't know if he was improvising when he rushed in to find me, but he ruined all of me, and I can't help but hate him no matter what.

"The fire has been extinguished, but I'm afraid the house will take some time to be repainted." Red Sleeves wiped the dust off the tip of his nose.

Beiyu Jinchen glanced back at me, indifferent and cold. "Punish her for cleaning the courtyard for a month."

Fortunately, it was just to clean the courtyard, instead of using Su Yanqing and Xin Li to threaten and intimidate.

Red Sleeves came over and gave me a cloak with a white background and a dark pattern, and handed me a silk handkerchief.

"Then where should Miss Jin stay tonight?"

After waiting for a long time, he said, "You don't have to sleep tonight, go to the study to polish the ink." ”

Grinding ink? One night? I was stunned for a while, and the whole person method was really clever.

Then he went to the bathroom to wash the fly ash on his body, changed into a simple short-sleeved shirt, and when he arrived at the study, Beiyu Jinchen was already reviewing the documents.

The layout of the study is spacious and bright, there are not many books, neatly arranged on the shelves, and occasionally you can smell the smell of new tung oil.

There is a tall and long-necked candle lamp in each corner of the house, a very gentle and white light swaying around, the candle lamp seems to be into sandalwood, and the quiet and distant breath continues to flow out slowly.

Next to the low table table is a silk cushion, and the inkstone on the table is also arranged.

I walked over there, sat down, and lightly inked. Add a little water, the ink changes from light to thick, and the ink fragrance blends into the sandalwood.

He quietly wrote the folds to be presented, and I pretended to glance at them casually, as if I was talking about the flood in Longnan.

I wish that the flood could not be cured, and such a vicious idea came out, and I really hoped that this country would slowly decay and be annexed by other countries.

"Add water." He said lightly: "Focus on grinding ink." ”

I lowered my head, not daring him to find his mind wandering again.

As I studied, I was a little sleepy, confused, and my upper and lower eyelids would fight at every turn, even if I was holding on, I would still be confused for a moment.

Grinding and grinding, I closed my eyes, and suddenly I felt that there was nothing in my hand.

Hurriedly opened his eyes, and found that the inkstone was pushed aside by himself for some time, and he just scribbled on the corner of the table for half a day, making a good puddle of stains.

I was about to sneak and wipe it clean, and when I raised my eyes slightly, he was looking at me, I don't know whether it was helplessness or indifference in his eyes, although his expression was ordinary, but the corners of his mouth were holding back a smile, and he was inadvertently retracted.

"If you're sleepy, go sleep in the next room." He said.

"Not sleepy." Leng replied to the previous sentence and rubbed his eyes that couldn't be opened for a long time.

As soon as the hand covering his eyes was put down, a snow-white cloth appeared in his sight, and when he looked up at him, he handed the handkerchief in his left hand, and continued to write with his right hand without any interference, without taking his eyes off for half a minute.

I was stunned, wiped the ink off my hands with a handkerchief, put it in my pocket, and planned to go back and wash it and return it to him.

"Eyes."

"What?"

He put down the pen in his hand, leaned forward slightly to me, and gently wiped the ink around my eyes with the cloth he had used before.

A faint yellow glow slanted on his slightly drooping eyelashes, and a light gray shadow cast below, staining the hard silhouette with inexplicable meanings.

My whole body froze, not daring to look at him or move. At this moment, it seems that I have returned to the quiet days of Nanxiang Villa, the happiest time in my life.

It was only a short moment before I woke up, reached out and opened his hand, and heard a loud sound, and the handkerchief fluttered to the ground with the sound.

"Don't work for you, I'll do it myself."

He silently turned his body back and devoted himself to state affairs.

After a while, I couldn't help but secretly call myself a fool.

I want him to let his guard down, and I shouldn't anger him.

With a sigh in his heart, he stood up to the bookshelf to look for books.

The bookshelves are full of anthologies of the times, as well as a few unheard of military books, and when you open it, you can see the smell of obsolescence that has been collected for a long time.

When I saw the explanation of the book of soldiers, I suddenly remembered a sentence that had been tested by Chongzi: "Be prepared for weeks and be lazy, and be common without doubt." ”

Common is not suspicious...... Everything I do has to be accustomed to him so that he will not suspect it, besides, Beiyu Jinchen is a cautious and suspicious person, and it will take some effort to hide the needle from the world.

"I'm going to make tea." Put the book back in its place, and wait for him to nod in agreement before stepping out of the study threshold.

At this time, it was already late at night, and occasionally cicadas and insects could be heard, one after another, telling the light year of midsummer.

The shade of the trees shrouded in darkness rustled by the evening breeze, breaking the silence.

The burned-out bedroom over there was still a residual smoke, rising into the sky and blending into the endless night.

Coincidentally, the kitchen was opposite my previous bedroom, taking advantage of the lack of handles, sneaking into the bedroom, the sky was dark, and the choking smoke had not yet dissipated, the discomfort came from the first step into the room, and I had no choice but to control my body.

I finally found the bed, knelt down and touched it for a long time, the wooden box had been burned off, but fortunately, the scissors were intact.

I wiped the stain on the top with the sleeve and quietly tucked it into the sleeve.

"Miss Jin, what are you doing?" Redsleeves' voice startled me, and I reflexively took a step back.

"It's nothing, I want to find jewelry that hasn't burned out, there's a hosta flower I really like, but unfortunately I can't find it." casually said a reason to prevaricate, although she couldn't see Red Sleeves' expression, her voice was as soft as ever.

"I thought that the girl didn't care about these things, but it didn't matter, and Ming'er would let the guard brother who went to the bottom of the mountain bring some." She said.

(The author has something to say: March is coming, and there will be two shifts a week in the future, which is tentatively scheduled for after 10 o'clock on Wednesday night and Sunday night~)