Xiangfu, Xuyuan.

The night was deep, and the hazy moonlight shone into the house through the windows, and the ethereal and quiet color poured over the ground.

Under the carved lacquer window, Jiang Yumo shrunk on the bamboo chair in a plain white shirt, her eyes were slightly red, and a cool breeze blew into the house from the window, and her already curled up body couldn't help but tremble.

After drinking the decanting soup, she tossed and turned on the couch and could not sleep.

There was a faint feeling of inexplicable boredom in his heart, always thinking about Xuanyuan Che, who was still talking to the county lord of Zining in Xianyunju, and wondered if he had persuaded the county lord of Zining and whether he had returned home safely.

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic my brain became, so I had to stay down, blow the wind on this bamboo chair, calm my mind, and it would be best if I could sleep with the intoxicating moonlight outside the window.

But now that it was approaching, the cool breeze outside the window was blowing, and she was becoming more and more sober. Now that he has woken up, he fortunately paced to the courtyard, especially by the dusk moonlight, looking at the crape myrtle flowers spread on the ground, and smiled sadly.

In the Xu Garden, there is already a little bit of late autumn coolness.

The crape myrtle petals fell all over the garden, and when the breeze blew, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, which made her feel at ease.

But at this moment, a lightning bolt pierced the night sky, and the muffled thunder "rumbled" one after another, but in a moment, raindrops as big as beans fell on the hair and face.

She was stunned for a moment, and finally calmed down, but was disturbed again by this sudden autumn rain.

The rain was getting heavier, and the chill made her can't help but sneeze a few times, turned back to the house, leaned back on the bamboo chair, and in a daze, she could hear someone whispering her name.

"Mo'er ......"

Low and deep, like her brother Che. She laughed at her stupidity in her heart, but she had only been separated from him for a few hours, and she thought of him like this, and she didn't know him......

She was still leaning on the bamboo chair with half-squinted eyes, but there was a low call in her ears, she had to shake her head slightly, and said to herself: "Jiang Yumo, Jiang Yumo!" If God has mercy on you, he will naturally help you! What's the use of you sighing here, reverie? ”

"Oh?! Mo'er is thinking about this king? ”

Yumo bounced up from the bamboo chair with a "pout", and looked at the person in front of him in a daze, the light blue robe was already soaked, clinging to his body, lining his sturdy and long figure. He is tall on weekdays, but now he is a little rickety, and his phoenix eyes have changed from the cold state of the day, they are full of mist, slightly red, and there are still undried droplets on his face, but he can't tell whether it is rain or tears.

Yumo stared at him blankly, and didn't shake his senses for a long time.

How could he be here? Even the last time he sent her home, he never came to her boudoir. It was very stormy tonight, but he appeared in her room in a wet suit.

The loneliness on her face was something she had never seen before.

The rain took advantage of the wind and had already fallen into the house, and a chill hit him, Yumo hurriedly closed the window and took out a thick brocade from the low cabinet under the window. Standing on tiptoe, Jinpa covered his cheeks and gently wiped the water from his face, "Why did Brother Che come here late at night?" Don't bring an umbrella with such heavy rain? How did Yu Shunquan serve? What a damn one! If Brother Che is drenched, Mo'er will definitely make him look good! ”

Jin Pafang covered his forehead, and he had raised his sleeve to brush her hand down, and held it tightly in his palm, motionless, as if he were afraid that the slightest movement would startle her away.

After a long time, he finally exhaled slightly and said, "I just miss Mo'er, I can't sleep." Let's take a look at Mo'er! With that, with a round of her long arms, she threw herself forward and fell into his arms.

Pillowed on his wet and cold clothes, Jiang Yumo couldn't help but suspect in his heart, the Qin Wangfu and the Xiangfu were far away, and even Chiyun's foot strength would take half an hour to arrive. I have known him for many years, he has always been cold and cold, and there are few tender and sweet words, but tonight he suddenly came in the rain, is it really just because he misses her?

The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and after a while, Yumo still poked his head out of his arms and asked, "Brother Che?" But what happened? Is it that the Zining County Lord refuses to give up? Still is...... Brother Che doesn't like the string of red beans that Mo'er wears? Don't worry, Mo'er won't wear it in the future. She was a little anxious and wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start.

Xuanyuan Che raised his sleeves and stroked her hair bun, his eyes were full of pity, "It's okay, I just miss Mo'er!" ”

Seeing that he showed rare tenderness to himself, Yumo's heart softened, and his previous doubts had gradually dissipated with the wind, just leaning closely in his arms, listening to his rapid and powerful heartbeat, his cheeks were crimson, and his bare hands quietly wrapped around his waist.

She finally quieted down and stopped asking. The guilt in Xuanyuan Che's heart never faded at all, and the more obedient and well-behaved she was, the more he felt heartache. Caressing her black waterfall-like green silk, the faint fragrance of jasmine on her body between breaths went straight to his heart, making him almost unable to suppress the desire for her in his heart.

The hand holding her couldn't help but tighten a little more, and he wanted to rub her into his body, but after hearing her very low moan, he lowered his hand weakly.

Yumo had already sensed that something was wrong, raised his head and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother Che!" What can't you say to Mo'er? ”

Xuanyuan Che was slightly stunned, his eyes were cold and cold, and he regained his tenderness for a moment, and said lightly: "Mo'er, if one day I am no longer me, will Mo'er still treat me as always?" ”

Yumo was slightly shocked in her heart, although she didn't understand the deep meaning of his words, her heart for him would never change. She liked him and loved him, not because of who he was. Just because he is who he is. But what if one day he will no longer be him? Her eyebrows were lowered, as if she was hesitating.

Xuanyuan Che's eyes always followed her, for fear of missing a trace of change on her face. When she habitually lowered her eyebrows, his heart also fell to the depths.

She can't be blamed, tonight's incident is unbearable for any woman. What's more, she is so affectionate to him that she can't tolerate half a grain of sand in her eyes, if she knows the reason one day, I'm afraid it will be when they are finished.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, and her expression was also fluctuating, Xuanyuan Che just lowered his head and looked at her quietly. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap outside the house, and Yumo came back to his senses and raised his eyes to stare at him: "Mo'er has been seeing Brother Che for the first time since she was thirteen years old, and she has vowed not to marry in this life. Although I don't know why Brother Che has this question, Mo'er's heart is indeed like the bright moon, and it will never change in this life and this life. "Petite and thin body, beautiful face, but the words spoken are sonorous and powerful, and every word reveals his infatuation.

He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, took her hand, walked a few steps, and sat down along the couch.

He suddenly turned his head sideways, stared at Yumo's eyes tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, there is always only Mo'er in my heart. Whatever happens in the future, trust me. Don't be fooled by the words of others! ”