If it was her who was there, would she have believed that person?

Probably would, after all, she knew far better than Xiao Wei what that person's name represented.

Yue listened to Xiao Wei tell him about what happened last night, and when he heard Xiao Wei say that he finally brought that person into the dark passage.

She subconsciously wanted to say, wouldn't this be too hasty?

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them.

Because even if it was herself who was present at the time, she would have made the same choice, and I am afraid that she would be faster than Xiao Weiwei.

She couldn't tell where that total trust came from, but she preferred to believe that he had really been hiding in the shadows to help her, and it wasn't the first time anyway.

Or rather, she believed for no reason that he had been standing behind her.

But in this way, she was even more curious about who he was.

She couldn't wait to see him, and wanted to ask him if it was him.

Although he always came and went without a trace, he didn't even tell her his identity and residence, but he has been helping her silently.

It's a pity she couldn't see him.

The more you can't see it, the more eager, anxious, and undulating.

Xiao Wei saw that Yue had no objection, so he was happy to have an extra helper. Otherwise, this matter has been pressing on his heart, causing him to always feel a burden in his heart, and he has not even slept well.

Now that he had relieved himself of this worry, not to mention how comfortable it was, sleepiness had suddenly enveloped his nerves.

Just after Yue was in a daze for a while, Xiao Wei didn't know where Xiao Wei had dug out a futon from, and he had already consciously put the floor in Yue's room.

As soon as Yue turned around, he saw that the futon he had already laid was lying straight on the ground.

He has worked really hard these past few days, and he really should have a good rest, but there are so many empty rooms in the dance building, why bother to lay on the floor here.

How can you sleep well when it's hard and cold?

But when she went over to wake him up, she found that he was asleep and snoring slightly.

This time Yue is really a little crying and laughing, but since he has fallen asleep, it is really unkind to wake him up again.

In addition, if you find a room for him to sleep alone, those people may be suspicious, so it is better to let him fall asleep like this.

Thinking of this, Yue completely gave up the idea of waking him up, and just sat lightly on the side and flipped through an ancient book.

Not to mention that this dance building is really good, at least it is really suitable for the current Xiao Future, this cold floor is actually more comfortable than in the barracks.

He fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

Xiao Wei simply had another dinner in the Qiwu Building, and estimated that it was almost time for the Qiwulou to open its doors to welcome guests, so he left early.

But Yue actually said that he wanted to go out for a walk, and he also came out with him.

Want to go out for a walk in the middle of the night?

Xiao Wei was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, maybe Yue thought that the dance building was too lively, so he wanted to take the opportunity to come out and hide quietly.

Yue sent him to the city gate, and the two broke up, and then Yue walked back slowly and leisurely along the splendid street alone.

The night breeze blew away a lot of the summer heat, but it also blew a few spring water unconsciously.

At night, Jinxiu Street is less lively and bustling during the day, but more solemn and solemn.

She walked slowly along the pavement, bowing her head slightly, measuring the mottled and old stone slabs under her feet step by step, as if that was the distance between them.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, could he be behind one of these closed doors, looking at her cares and apprehensions playfully, but deliberately avoiding it?

It's disgusting.

How nice it would be if he appeared in front of her now.

But even if he did show up, what could he do?

Do you throw yourself into his arms desperately, or do you question why he hasn't come to see her for so many days?

She always has unfinished business and people she can't let go.

Or maybe it didn't matter anymore, as long as he was in front of her right now.

She paused briefly in front of a familiar restaurant, staring at the two orange lanterns above her head, the bright candles radiating a hint of warmth, like the crimson robe on his body.

But she would never know that Xing was sitting in the courtyard across the wall and drinking with people.

A gust of night wind blew, and the grass and trees stirred, making a rustling sound.

He subconsciously raised his head, glanced at the direction the wind was coming from, and then unconsciously lowered his head.

The night breeze took away her thoughts, but after all, she could not turn them into words to tell her expectations in that person's ear.

Yue smiled self-deprecatingly, she would have such a ridiculous thought.

No matter how close the two are, it is still impossible to connect with each other.

She was about to walk back when she suddenly noticed a person appear behind her.

Could it be him?

Her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and she could barely suppress the surging ecstasy.

But as soon as she turned around, she fell silent again.

The man wore a white silk shirt, while the torturer had always worn only crimson robes.

"Miss Jin, I haven't seen you for many days, are you okay?"

Miss Jin?

As soon as the man spoke, Yue was stunned, she almost forgot the name.

Yue felt that this voice was very familiar, but he happened to be standing in the dark where the candle flame could not be found, and she couldn't see his face, and she really couldn't remember his voice.

Yue squinted his eyes and struggled to see the figure not far away, until the man took the initiative to take a step and walked into the place illuminated by the candlelight.

Emperor Jing.

Yue's breath staggered suddenly, and some ominous premonitions welled up in his heart.

She really couldn't figure out why Emperor Jing wanted to see her, and in such a strange way.

"Your Majesty Xie is worried, the little girl is all right."

"That's good. I have a few words I want to talk to the girl, but I don't know if it's convenient for the girl. ”

Yue couldn't help but show a bitter smile, did she still have room for inconvenience?

"Your Majesty summoned, how dare the little girl disobey. It's just that if Your Majesty wants to see me, you can send someone to summon me, so why should you come in person? ”

"It's not been peaceful in the palace lately."

Emperor Jing stared at Yue intently, said such a sentence meaningfully, and paused after speaking, before continuing.

"I wanted to meet the girl, but I didn't want others to know about it, so I had to come in person."

"I don't know what the important thing is, His Majesty Labor came in person, and the little girl was terrified."

"Don't worry, please come with me."

After saying this, Emperor Jing walked back into the shadows.

It was pitch black in front, and I could only see Emperor Jing walking in front of him, but there was not even a retinue by his side.

But when Emperor Jing left the palace, even if he didn't want to alarm others, it was impossible for him to have no one around him.

Yue's heart was a little hesitant, but he could only follow hard.

Yue originally thought that Emperor Jing was going to take her to some particularly hidden place, but when she got there, she found that the place was really special and hidden.

It was a nondescript teahouse on the side of the road.

It's already night, there are no guests in the teahouse, and the guys are eating, so naturally they don't want to greet them more.

Emperor Jing picked a table in the middle of the window and sat down, and Yue understood at a glance that the table that Emperor Jing had chosen was not simple.

The more overly concealed, the more eye-catching, but the table that is close to the side but in the middle is the most likely to be overlooked.

But in the next second, Yue found out that Emperor Jing was still Emperor Jing in the end, although his arrangements were already very thoughtful, but after all, he still revealed flaws.

Because he ordered a pot of the best Ming Qian Longjing.

The guy gave him a strange look, and his attitude was immediately much more attentive, and after ordering, the guy went down and muttered to the shopkeeper.

Thinking so, Yue couldn't help but have a strange smile on his face.

"Miss Jin?"

Sitting at the same table, Emperor Jing naturally saw the smile on Yue's face, but he still didn't realize his flaws.

"Your Majesty has deliberately chosen such a place, as well as this table, and it is indeed very thoughtful. But after all, a flaw was revealed, and most of that guy had realized that His Majesty's identity was either rich or expensive, but he couldn't guess His Majesty's true identity. ”

"Oh? What flaws did I reveal? ”

Emperor Jing was also interested when he heard it.

"How can people who usually come to this kind of teahouse order the best Mingqian Longjing?"

Yue noticed the shopkeeper's sight, deliberately lowered his voice and said such a sentence leisurely, Emperor Jing was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Yue thoughtfully, but did not speak again.

Emperor Jing kept staring at Yue intently, but Yue lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the table.

An ordinary fir table, with a straight texture, strong and durable, and most importantly, affordable.

The wood is cheap, the workmanship is rough, and there are still many old tea stains and damage on the tabletop, indicating that the table has been used for many years and has not been replaced.

Such a cheap wood has been dirty like this, but it still refuses to be replaced, which shows that the guests received by this teahouse on weekdays can never be nobles with status.

However, although it is very dirty, those slight damage does not affect the use, and all the tables in this teahouse are like this.

Some dirty, some slightly damaged, but no crumbling broken table.

Although the guests served in this building could not be nobles of status, they could not be poor and destitute.

Therefore, most of the best Ming Qian Longjing written on this menu is just a trick used by the shopkeeper to support the scene, and he may not have seen what the real Ming Qian Longjing is like in his life.

Sure enough, Emperor Jing picked up the tea that the guy had just brought up and only took a sip, and his brows furrowed. I saw that he put down the teacup without changing his face, and then never took a sip from beginning to end.

"It's rare for a girl to be so smart, I also want to see for myself this time, what does the girl use this intelligence for?"

"The little girl doesn't understand what His Majesty means."

"Recently, I have heard a lot of strange rumors, which seem to be related to the girl, so I have to come and ask the girl in person, what is your purpose?"