Yin Yun saw that the three grandmasters were speechless, and after their hands were crossed, they took Wei Luo's hand, jumped up, stepped lightly on the branches, eaves, and swept towards the outside of the palace.

Wei Luo let his big hand hold his little hand tightly, and let him pull himself and float by.

The two of them came to the outside of the palace wall until Yin Yun's voice came, "The mother-in-law who served you passed away three years ago. ”

Wei Luo nodded, serving my mother-in-law? She only had a vague feeling, not intense.

As soon as the two of them came out of the palace, they fell to the ground and walked slowly.

After walking straight for a while, Wei Luo, who had been keeping his head down, saw the reflection of himself and him clinging to him, and then reacted, it turned out that he had been holding his hand.

At this moment, she was about to break free, but for some reason, after the thought flashed, she ordered herself to stop the action: his hand was too warm, and let her feel it for a moment.

Wei Luo didn't break away, and Yin Yun didn't let go. Under the round moon, the two held hands like this and walked slowly on the street.

The moon is full and clear, the ground is full of light, and the figures are in pairs. Wei Luo looked at it, and finally opened his mouth in a low voice, "Concubine, you will be mistaken." ”

All she could say was these words.

As soon as Wei Luo's words fell, her little hands tightened. Yin Yun turned his head sideways, smiled softly at her, and said, "It's okay." ”

Wei Luo waited for a long time, but he didn't come out.

Anyway?

With so much trouble, so much distraction, how can you say "It's okay" so lightly? ”

Wei Luo sniffed and looked up for a while.

Her dark jade eyes widened, and her eyes were shining at him. She looked at Yin Yun's handsome face, her mouth pursed, a little annoyed, and she shouted a little angrily: "What's okay? ”

In his voice, he was not only hoarse, dissatisfied, but also angry.

Yin Yun turned his head to meet her eyes, and when he saw the watery meaning in her Moyu eyes, his left hand was lightly raised, and his index finger gently touched her eyes.

His index finger swiped over Wei Luo's eyes, taking away a tear that had just flowed out.

Then, he stroked his thumb over Wei Luo's cheek, wiping away the remaining tears wherever the rough knuckles went. Looking at Wei Luo, whose eyes were becoming brighter and brighter, Yin Yun smiled bitterly and said, "Like my generation, life and death are ordinary. ”

When he said this, Wei Luo's eyes widened, and his expression was simply angry.

The corners of Yin Yun's mouth raised, he shook his head with a smile, and his left hand moved slightly, gradually stroking her hair.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Wei Luo's little head, and pressed it into his arms.

He was still holding her hand with his right hand, his left hand lightly pressed the back of her head, and the five fingers of his left hand ran through her hair. A gentle voice vibrated from his chest, "Idiot, my husband was born in the world, and he should have made a heavy promise to live and die lightly. You, you deserve 。。。。。。 ”

He said, "You deserve it!"

He actually said, you deserve it!

In an instant, Wei Luo, whose face was buried in his chest, burst into tears.

She shook her head and muttered, "It's not worth it, it's not worth it。。。。。。 I don't deserve this. It's not worth it. ”

He knew how much trouble he would bring! He knew it。。。。。。

Wei Luo's choked sobs, low sobs, seeped from his chest from time to time, floating in the night sky, and came out. She just repeated over and over again, 'It's not worth it.' ’

Yin Yun's chest was already soaked in a blink of an eye.

With a smile on his lips, he reached out and put his arms around the woman in his arms. Let her weep.

In the moonlight, the two of them just stood like this for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Luo's crying gradually calmed down.

After another while, Wei Luo's sobbing also turned quiet.

Only then did Yin Yun smile and say, "Let's go, it's late at night, you have fewer clothes, and you have to buy some tomorrow." ”

Wei Luo nodded in his arms.

She bowed her head and withdrew from his embrace.

All the way back to the courtyard, Wei Luo lowered her head, and after she hurriedly saluted Yin Yun, she turned around and fled back to the room.

Yin Yun smiled and looked in the direction she was leaving. At this moment, Jian Ji's grinning voice came from behind him, "Senior brother, did you make the woman cry again?" I don't know how this woman has so many tears that she seems to be unable to shed them. ”

Yin Yun looked at the room with a light like a bean, smiled faintly, and said softly: "The world is cold, and she tosses and turns too much。。。。。。 ”

Hearing this, Jian Ji nodded again and again.

Wei Luo slept very deeply and soundly this night. But when she woke up the next day, she found that her pillow was soaked with tears. Looking at the bronze mirror again, she found that her eyes were swollen, completely a pair of frog eyes.

You can't see people like this.

So, Wei Luo sat on the bed and secretly exercised his skills for a week. Half an hour later, when she looked in the mirror again, the person in the mirror was beautiful, her eyes were clear, and everything was back to normal.

Wei Luo remembered what Yin Yun had said last night that he would accompany her to buy clothes. After washing up quickly, Yi became an ordinary girl with a delicate appearance, and then hurriedly ran to the courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, and there was no one to be seen. Wei Luo turned his head to look at Yin Yun's bedroom and listened attentively. When he reached the grandmaster-level master, the sound of breathing was extremely weak, and Wei Luo listened to it for a while, but he couldn't be sure if he got up or not.

She stood where she was, pouting unconsciously, staring wide-eyed at the bedroom.

Just as she looked at her mouth higher and higher, suddenly her little hand warmed, but it was held by one person!

Wei Luo snorted and turned around.

This time, she saw Yin Yun turning her head to look at the other side, and said with a smile: "Waited for a long time? Let's go. ”

Willow sighed.

She looked at Yin Yun suspiciously, and always felt that his smile this time was a little unbearable, a little different from usual.

When the two of them left the courtyard, Yin Yun handed her a gauze hat, and he himself put on a hat.

Because of the proximity to the New Year Festival, the streets are bustling with activity at this time. Villagers, rangers, and magnates within a radius of dozens of miles all rushed to the city at this time to purchase all kinds of things.

In Yuecheng, there are countless young men and women holding hands with Wei Luo. Originally, all the large and small countries south of Chu were influenced by the Chu people, and the folk customs were quite bold. This kind of hand-in-hand walking is nothing at all.

After all, when people are open, men and women have a pair of eyes, and most of them are directly fornicated.

Yin Yun, like most men, had no idea of shopping, he took Wei Luo directly to a store, bought a light purple horse, a plain white cloth, and then took her to another store, pointed to the popular clothes in Yuecheng, and asked to make three sets each.

After finishing this, he directly took Wei Luo's hand and rushed back home. As he walked, Wei Luo stared at the endless stream of people on the street.

When the two returned to the courtyard, the sword blame also returned. He brought the three sacrifices, salt, and grain needed for the New Year sacrifice.