But he didn't take her hand, he didn't caress her slightly hot cheeks, and he didn't blow wickedly behind her ears, as he had done before.

He was like a big brother who pampered and spoiled the little girl, and his cleanly trimmed fingers gently swept across her forehead, slowly combing and smoothing her green silk that was blown away by the night breeze between his fingers, and even the slightly naughty tips of his hair, he gently straightened them with his fingers, and placed them neatly behind her shoulders.

But when she thought he was done, his hand never stopped caressing her green silk. As if her green silk was so smooth and so smooth that he couldn't put it down, he had a lot of fun and stroked it quite comfortably.

Because of the moonlight, the angle at which Rong Qiao's gaze met, her eyes were just level with the comfort of his cold and hard lips.

She looked at him incomprehensibly, and didn't understand why the unpredictable cold boy had become so strange and his every move so strange on this night.

The question marks in her eyes, the misty eyes, all fell into his sight. He smiled lightly, didn't explain anything, just continued to caress her green silk, wrapped around her waist softly, and then habitually rested his head on her shoulder and hugged a cup of tea.

"It's not early, rest well, my business is done, it's time to do your business. Tomorrow I will take you up the mountain. ”

His jaw pressed against her forehead for a moment, then suddenly let go of her, and the handsome figure disappeared into the blurred moonlight in the blink of an eye.

Rong Qiao looked at his back as he walked out, listening to the sound of his steps becoming brisk in the moonlight.

For a moment, she was a little stunned, a vague light flashed in her head, it felt like she had caught something, and it was like the wind through the bamboo forest, just brushing her palm, but it was not firmly trapped by her hand.

She stood there and watched for a long, long time, until the coolness of the night breeze blew into her tulle mid-garment, and she suddenly came to her senses. Suddenly, his cheeks burned like fire.

Her pajamas are so transparent, she only changes them when she sleeps peacefully on weekdays.

Now, he really saw it all.

She sighed, her fingers naturally raised, flicked her forehead, remembered his strange expression just now, inexplicably understood, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The sound of a silver bell's laughter crossed the hallway and reached the man's ears.

Tea Mountain, the season of new tea spit out tender buds. On the tea branches all over the world, a handful of clusters, the tender yellow and yellow, trembling new shoots stretch up from the heart of the branches and leaves, bright green double leaves, in the morning dew, two fingers along the tea branches, picking the essence of the tea leaves, is the drop of green new stamen buds.

In late March and early April, the rainy season is dense, the tea buds are out, it is the season of high prices for selling tea, but because of the rainy day, the good time to pick tea has been delayed, and when the sun is shining, the tea farmers hurry up to pick, but this time picking tea is precisely the most laborious, because the buds are fresh and tender, just such a small piece, and the number is not much.

A tea farmer, busy all day long, can only pick a few taels of tea at most.

Therefore, the tea merchants who come to the tea mountain to purchase tea, want the top and freshest tea, of course, it is most appropriate to take advantage of this season to purchase.

However, the same problem in front of the tea merchants is that the price of such time-consuming and scarce tea is naturally the one who bids higher among the tea merchants.

Of course, the tea farmers who rely on the tea mountain to eat every year will naturally not waste such a good opportunity in vain. They will send a few capable people to negotiate the price of tea with the tea merchants in order to ensure the best profit of the tea farmers.

At this time, it was originally the most lively time in the tea mountain, but now, on the tea mountain, except for the tea farmers picking tea leaves and the children playing, there is not a single tea merchant coming up the mountain.

"What's going on?" Rong Qiao looked at the emerald green and tender yellow tea leaves in front of him, and frowned slightly.

Gong Huang Jue's cold deep eyes, the water waves swept slightly, and he didn't speak.

Rong Qiao casually stopped an old man carrying Chai He and said, "This old man, can I ask why this year is so bleak, why don't you see other tea merchants coming up the mountain to buy tea?" ”

The old man looked at Rong Qiao, then at Gong Huangjue next to her, and suddenly looked around cautiously, and then briefly explained the reason for the matter.

It turns out that in the early years, between tea farmers and tea merchants, originally between the two sides you buy and I sell, you are willing to do so, we have cooperated for many years, and there is also a lot of friendship, and they will not deliberately raise or lower the price between each other, so that both sides will return disappointed, in the end, tea farmers and tea merchants will be traded within a mutually acceptable price.

But since last year, there have been problems, and the tea leaves on the tea mountain have been intervened by the local bully Huang Asan after the tea farmers are really miserable.

In the name of the prefect's brother-in-law, Huang Asan forced him to buy and sell at the lowest price from the tea farmers, and forced the foreign tea merchants to sell at a high price, making huge profits from them, forcing the merchants and tea farmers to be angry and dare not speak, so they could only knock out their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

So last year, the tea merchants who made a loss-making business did not come this year. So that the best time to purchase tea is to be deserted, and there are no merchants going up the mountain.

After the woodcutter finished speaking, he floated around with fear in his eyes, and when he saw a group of people suddenly appearing in front of him, he hurriedly dodged and dodged the past, leaning on Rong Qiao's side, he lowered his voice and said: "You are guests from other places, the old man advises you to go down the mountain quickly." If you meet Huang Peeling, you will have nothing to lose, so go down the mountain quickly. He sighed, bent his body, and walked to the mountain road step by step with Chai He.

"Hey, old man Lu, why is it so slow, why is there so little firewood, how is it enough, hurry up and go down the mountain, call more woodcutters to come, and pick all the firewood in their hands here, the prince is optimistic, if anyone dares to disobey, tell him to wait for the yamen to eat the board." Among the crowd of people who were rampaging through was a fat man in a navy blue satin robe, who was holding a bird cage in his hand, and while playing with the parrots in the cage, he threatened the old woodcutter fiercely.

The old woodcutter nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, old decay, this goes, this goes." He hesitated for a moment, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. "That, Chai He Qian-"

"What?!" The man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek on the side of the fat man pushed the old woodcutter hard.

"The young master of our family has taken a fancy to your family's Chai He, which is a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes. Let me tell you, Old Man Lu, don't toast and don't eat and drink, hurry up and finish the errand ordered by our young master, maybe, the young master is in a good mood, and he will give you a few rewards to spend money, go-"

He threw the old woodcutter's flat shoulder at his feet and smashed it into the old woodcutter's feet.

The old woodcutter endured the pain, but had to speak.

"Young Master Huang, please do it. There is also a sick granddaughter in the old man's family, who has been hungry for several days, and there is no rice to cook, so he asked the young master to show mercy and give the old man Chai He money. He tugged at Huang Asan's shirt and begged him.

Huang Asan kicked the old woodcutter away in displeasure.

"Phew-I don't know what to do, good guy, this young master can use your firewood, that is to look up to you, grow your face, and dare to ask this young master for silver, it is really an ambitious leopard guts."

He put down the cage and approached the old woodcutter viciously, stretching out his foot to step on the old man's body.

Rong Qiao's heart was in a hurry, she just wanted to make a move, the cold-faced man beside her was faster than her body, and in the blink of an eye, Huang Asan not only did not step on the old woodcutter, but also ate a dog crawling style, fell into the dust, and became a fat toad with his feet facing the sky.

"Who is it, who is it, who dares to fall this young master and me."

Huang Asan sat up from the ground in embarrassment, and he still couldn't figure out who had attacked him.

But when Gong Huang Jue stood in front of him in black clothes and black hair, his fierce eyebrows raised, and his deep and cold eyes swept up with bloodthirsty killing intent, Huang Asan was still dead and didn't know it, he actually jumped up, rushed straight to Gong Huang Jue, stretched out his fingers, poked his chest and shouted.

"You're this weird stinky boy who provokes Uncle Ben, aren't you?"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fat hands, and threw himself towards Gong Huangjue. "Look at how I clean you up, uncle."

Click-

With a crisp sound, Gong Huangjue gently buckled it and clasped it on Huang Asan's throat.

At this moment, he exuded a cold aura from all over his body, like a soul envoy who had come out of hell, hunting his prey with an expressionless face.

Huang Asan looked at Gong Huangjue's expression, looked at his cruel and murderous cold eyes, a cold light swept through his mind, and he suddenly remembered someone.

The thought of that person made him tremble.

"No, it won't be him, it won't—" he said intermittently, his breath gradually weakening, his breathing short, and he began to lose his breath.

A fat face, the fat began to accumulate and twist, and gradually became the color of pork liver.

Rong Qiao's eyes were bright, and a look of astonishment flashed by, she walked forward quickly, suddenly raised her hand, and clasped Gong Huangjue's wrist.

"No, you can't kill him, cold-faced man." She shook her head at him, her expression solemn.

The light of confusion and incomprehension, with three points of questioning, Gong Huangjue looked straight at Rong Qiao.

"This kind of person should be damned, it should be killed!"

"Even if he deserves to die and be killed, it must be decided and handled by the people of the yamen, and you can't decide a person's life and death in private."

Rong Qiao held his hand tightly.

"Besides, I don't want his blood to stain your hands, you know, he doesn't deserve it, and he doesn't deserve it."

Gong Huangjue stared at Rong Qiao's delicate face for a long time, his slender fingers that were clasped on the neck of Huang Asan who was almost dying, slowly let go, and then with a slight movement of his fingers, Huang Asan flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Get out!"

A low cold sound, deep eyes, and dangerous light and color sink and fall.