The night is as cool as water, An Shaoqing stands under the moon, looking at the attic not far away, deeply locked in the heart and thoughts, when will there be a chance to see the light of day again.

"Master Hou." Standing silently behind An Shaoqing like the wind.

"He still won't say." As if it was the result of foreknowledge, An Shaoqing's face did not have any expression, and it was still cold and cold.

Half-hung his head, like the wind did not make a sound.

For a long time, An Shaoqing's eyes flashed with a fleeting heartache, "She's there." ”

"Why should Master Hou be obsessed, the time is also fate, and the sky is destined." Rufeng turned around and leaned against the pillars, half-squinting his eyes, holding the cold sword in his arms.

The surrounding silence is cold, the birds are singing and the insects are singing, it is clearly an excellent moonlight, and it has caused a lot of sadness to people.

Moving, An Shaoqing slowly walked towards the backyard. Rufeng knew where he was going, so he just ignored it. He understands the master's thoughts, but he also seems to understand them.

In the wooden house, in the dim candlelight, Su Jin sat on the edge of the bed, and Wushuang stood behind her carefully brushing her hair.

"Miss's hair is so good, it's like a waterfall." Wushuang was sincerely envious, and the grate in her hand gently slid over her long hair. The dark luster is especially conspicuous in the dark, and there is a feeling of turquoise.

Su Jin had some nasal congestion, maybe he was drenched in water during the day, and he was a little cold, "You can speak." ”

"Wushuang is sincere." Wushuang smiled, "Miss is good at everything, but her heart is too soft." ”

Hearing this, Su Jin sighed lightly and didn't say anything more.

How can a soft-hearted man save his father?

Outside the window, figures float.

Wushuang was surprised, "little ......"

Before she could shout, Su Jin motioned to her not to shout. Through the window, she could clearly see the figure of the man outside, the outline of the face, and the figure was clearly An Shaoqing. It's just that...... At that moment she wondered, what would she do if he came in? If he doesn't come in, what will she say to him?

An Shaoqing, who was outside the window, didn't plan to come in, but just stood sideways outside, so that he could still hear the conversation and laughter of the two people in the room, but now it was surprisingly quiet. glanced at the gap, but it was the master and servant who quietly combed their hair buns, and for a while, he could only describe it with four words: years of quietness.

Under the dim candlelight, Su Jin's face was like a peach and plum, and there was an innate detached atmosphere between his eyebrows. A little red lips, slightly pale with a little asymmetry, like her plain hand stroking the temples, and her knuckles were slightly cool and white. Like a waterfall, her long hair hangs lightly, lining her delicate cheeks, and the colorful halo falls a silhouette under her eyebrows.

Bowing his head and sneering a few times, An Shaoqing shook his head shallowly and turned to leave.

All of a sudden, only one sentence remained, "You can go." ”

In the room, Su Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

What he meant......

She was released? In my heart, I apologized for An Shaoyun? In the end, people's hearts are cold, and she is nothing in the end.

In the corridor, Rufeng followed closely behind An Shaoqing, "Master Hou is for the equestrian competition?" ”

Paused to stop, in the dark, An Shaoqing's deep eyes bloomed with a sparkling light, "There is still half a moon, it is time to prepare." I don't have the heart to put it on her, I just don't want to let her out. Out of the backyard, An Shaoqing was convinced that Su Jin had the ability to protect herself. The daughter of a Jiangyang thief, if she can't even protect herself, she won't die unjustly.

"Shouldn't this year be more ceremonious?" Rufeng asked.

This Jockey Club is the fifth time that An Shaoqing has inherited the title of Marquis, and it is the fifth anniversary. What's more, just in time for August 15, it can be described as a double happiness. The lantern festival is still noisy and lively, so this horse club should naturally be well organized.

"You can do it." An Shaoqing pondered for a moment, "Pass it on, and this year's Jockey Club winners will be given additional rewards." Ben Hou can fulfill one of his wishes on the spot, provided that it does not violate the norm and does not violate morality. ”

Rufeng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he gently bowed his head, "Yes." ”

Seeing that the wind was leaving, An Shaoqing walked unhurriedly to an attic. The door of the attic was heavily locked, as if some extremely precious treasure was hidden inside. The hand, lightly attached to the carved mahogany door panel, is hollowed out like a woman's delicate facial features, with an uneven outline.

An Shaoqing's face was gloomy, and the sadness on his expression was rare to see. Under the moonlight, the young man stood stunned, his fingertips softly brushing over every pattern on the façade.

This kind of focus is like two people like An Shaoqing on weekdays.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's that he doesn't want people to know about his pain. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I think about it for so long that I forget where I am.

Zhiruo, are you right?

The moon is cold, cold, like people's hearts, and even more people's hearts.

After a while, it will be the Fifteenth Lantern Festival, and you like the excitement there the most, do you remember?

My heart hurts, but only I know.

An Shaoqing sighed softly, turned around and walked away, his steps were heavy, leaving only a lonely back in the middle of the moon.