The night was getting darker, and it was time for Mu Nan Tang to leave, and Yue Beihuai insisted on sending her back.

Both of them knew that in fact, Yue Beihuai sent Mu Nancheng back because he wanted to know where she was going, so Mu Nancheng decisively refused.

She didn't want Yue Beihuai to know that she was Gao Ji's daughter, and she didn't want him to know that the person in her mouth was Gao Shebai, a general who had been in a coma for half a year.

Yue Beihuai no longer insisted: "Be careful on your way." ”

Mu Nancheng covered his mouth and smiled, and said, "Brother Yue said that he was funny, do you still need to worry about me?" ”

Yue Beihuai smiled: "Also, those who have bad intentions can't beat you." ”

Mu Nancheng pretended to be angry: "It's like I'm violent." ”

Yue Beihuai deliberately teased her: "How come, you are the most ladylike woman I have ever seen." ”

Mu Nancheng was a little embarrassed, "Ah! With a sound, she knew that Yue Beihuai was deliberately teasing her, so she punched Yue Beihuai in the shoulder. Yue Beihuai said bitterly: "You can really do it." ”

Mu Nanju withdrew his hand, "snorted", and then turned to leave.

Yue Beihuai looked at Mu Nantang's back and asked, "When will we meet next time?" ”

Mu Nanju didn't look back, just stretched out his hand and shook it in the air and said, "Follow the fate." ”

Yue Beihuai looked at the back that was gradually disappearing, and from the bottom of his heart, he was a little envious of Mu Nantang, who could live as he wanted. At the very least, she looks unfettered, not like she lives a muddy life, which is really not free and easy.

After leaving, Mu Nancheng did not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but went to Uncle Jiu's Bamboo Pavilion.

As soon as she lifted the bead curtain of the bamboo pavilion, she saw Gao Shibai holding a scroll of books under the oil lamp. Gao Shibai heard the sound and raised his eyes to look at the comer.

He asked with a somewhat serious expression, "Yun Jian, where have you been tonight?" ”

Mu Nancheng was a little surprised, because Gao Shibai had never asked about his itinerary before. She said hesitantly, "I've just walked around the city a few times. ”

"Really?" Gao Shibai's tone was unusually stern.

Mu Nancheng blinked and said, "Yes, when did I deceive Uncle Jiu."

"Hopefully."

"Uncle Nine, what's wrong with you?" No matter how sluggish Mu Nanju was, he sensed that something was wrong with Gao Shibai.

Gao Shibai put down the book, walked in front of Mu Nancheng, and asked a little depressedly: "Yun Jian, do you still think I am your brother Shibai?" ”

Gao Shibai clearly saw that after hearing this sentence, tears gradually welled up in Mu Nantang's eyes. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart if the two of them could still be the same as before.

Mu Nanju lowered his head and said in a choked voice: "You will always be my ninth uncle."

Gao Shi's white eyes deepened, and he thought he understood.

Just now, Lord Wan He Qianwan suddenly came to visit, and in the chat, he mentioned that he had just seen Mu Nancheng and the Seventh Prince Hu Lu Qihan walking hand in hand. He didn't believe it before, but now it doesn't seem to be groundless.

Sure enough, he still lost. It's just that what you lose to is not pedantic and rigorous ethics, but the unpredictable of life.

Gao Shibai looked at Mu Nantang, if he had resisted her heart for her many years ago, maybe he would not have sunk in his thoughts now, and he would not have looked at her dimly through an insurmountable wall.

At this time, the bead curtain sounded, and Qi Wei walked in with a bowl of longan soup in his hand.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw the two silent people in the room, and then she pretended not to see anything and said, "Husband, you haven't eaten dinner." I made longan soup, you eat a little, so that you can fill your stomach. She gently placed the white porcelain bowl on the table, and reached out to gently pull Gao Shibai to her side.

Nan Tang felt a little embarrassed while watching from the side, so he lowered his head and looked away.

Qi Xun saw that Gao Shibai did not resist himself as usual, so he mustered up his courage, scooped a spoonful of longan soup with a small spoon, and handed it to Gao Shibai.

Gao Shibai glanced up at her, then reached out and took the spoon. It's just that when he stretched out his hand, he touched Qi Xun's cold fingertips, he was not used to this moment of contact, and his hand trembled slightly. He hesitated, but withdrew his hand and asked Qi Xun to feed him the contents of the spoon.

Qi Xun lowered his head, but he still couldn't hide the faint flush on his face.

Mu Nantang, who watched this scene, felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't let his emotions be revealed at all.

It's her fault today, she shouldn't have bothered Uncle Nine and Uncle Jiu so late. After all, what can she be now?

She stood up expressionlessly, blessed her body and said, "Uncle Nine, I'll go back first." ”

Gao Shibai looked at the back of Nan Tang's rapid departure, and had mixed feelings for a moment. She doesn't want to be herself, so she can be so free. Look at yourself on the other hand, like a funny fool. If that is the case, then why should he guard his heart?

Gao Shibai suddenly said: "Qi Xun, we have a round room tonight."

Qi Xun, who bowed his head and was silent, looked up at Gao Shibai in disbelief, and asked in a slightly trembling tone, "What did you say?" ”

Gao Shibai said with a cold expression: "I don't like to repeat it." ”

Qi Xun was so happy that he didn't notice that there was no trace of a smile on Gao Shibai's face, and even his tone was cold. A few years later, when Qi Xun recalled it, he only felt that the tone was bone-chilling. It was this sentence that took her into the dark abyss, but she was so happy to fall at that time.

In the early morning, at the beginning of the summer sun, the light sprinkled down the bed, and the warbler sang tactfully.

Qi Xun, who got up slowly, only felt that his whole body was sore, and the people around him had long since disappeared, and he had never left any residual warmth. The act like last night really had nothing to do with love.