The dark hall is not dark, and the lights are brilliant.

As the overseer and guardian of the rights of the entire Elvis family, the luxury and prestige of this place goes far beyond any other place.

Along with the library, it is no slouch as the National Library, with a soft-coloured brown wooden floor, four-metre-high solid wood bookcases, and a fireplace lit with the occasional crackling of firewood.

The man stepped on the floor barefoot, the dark black sweater was soft, and the delicate and slender fingers helped the wooden ladder in front of the bookcase, as if he was looking for something, his eyes fell on a certain point on the top floor of the bookcase, and he paused slightly, his eyes deepened, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

"In the dead of night, Lord Zun has nothing to do, is he here in a daze?"

The person who came was dressed in a dark temple deacon uniform, a young man's figure, very slender, deep facial features and an extremely European-style appearance, short golden hair with a slight curl, obviously harmless, but with a bit of heavy ridicule in his eyes.

Ye Xiu smiled a little at the corner of his lips, and shrugged his shoulders very calmly: "Think about the possibility of coming down safely after going up." ”

The young man's eyes darkened slightly, and he walked over in a few steps, raised his hand and pulled the wrist of the person in front of him with great agility, and then his expression appeared a little surprised.

It was so easy, without any resistance, and the Venerable Lord, who had never even been able to get close, was only pulled like this, so he turned around along the way, raised his hand slightly and leaned over the bookcase, his eyes were closed, and when he opened them again, the bottom of his eyes was stained with a layer of mist-like blur, neutralizing the usual dangerous aura a little, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Percy, did you do it on purpose?"

Percy lifted the corner of the sleeve of the person in front of him without pause, and sure enough, there was a clear scar on the wrist, the wound was not wide, the groove was extremely deep, and the blood was half dry. Just now, he had been backlit, so he couldn't see it very clearly, and when he looked up at it at this moment, Ye Xiuwen's face was comparable to the flying snow outside the window, so white that it was crystal clear.

Percy let go of Ye Xiuwen's hand, and his voice was cold and long: "Godfather, I urge you to bleed, once every two months is really more punctual than eating." ”

Ye Xiu smiled noncommittally, and continued to look thoughtfully at the wooden ladder that was really slowly curved: "If he can't beat me once every three months, probably the quality of sleep won't be very good." ”

Percy was not surprised by Ye Zunshou's self-confidence, rolled his eyes a few times to express his intentions, and his eyes unexpectedly fell on the European-style wall clock swaying on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to three o'clock in the morning, and he couldn't help but look at him: "It's all this time, you haven't gone to sleep today?"

Ye Xiuwen raised his hand nearby and pulled out a Chinese journal with a white cover, took it in his hand, and responded casually: "If you do something wrong, Lord Godfather won't let it." ”

Percy's eyes instantly darkened a little, and a bit of ridicule and weirdness flashed in this darkness, and his elbow was slightly raised against Ye Xiuwen's shoulder, and he was satisfied to see that Lord Venerable was pressed against the bookcase with this completely small force, and his tone was slightly scrutinized: "Your current physical strength is comparable to that of a five-year-old child, I am thinking about the possibility of killing you without being condemned by conscience." ”

Ye Xiuwen turned his head and smiled, his expression was fearless, and he continued to weigh the books in his hand, the black shallow sweater exposed the good neck line, and the whole person looked very lazy and even a little sexy unique to men.

Of course, Percy would not accept that he was ignored like this, and instantly stretched out his hand and attacked the thing that attracted all the attention of the Venerable Lord, Ye Xiuwen's eyes were deep, he did not fight or resist, his fingers loosened, and the book fell just to stagger Percy's attack, Percy followed closely and leaned over to pick it up, Ye Xiuwen's long legs raised and kicked lightly, the force was not great, and he just kicked up and took it back into his hand.

Ye Xiuwen raised his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was still warm and smiling: "Physical strength is one thing, and mental power is another." After saying this, he paused slightly, and his pupils were particularly dark, with a faint and dangerous aura, "But if you hinder me, I won't be very happy." ”

After saying this, he turned sideways slightly, took two steps back, stared at a certain point on the top floor of the bookcase, his expression was particularly focused, and compared the books between his fingers slightly, the movement was not big, and he threw it up lightly and skillfully. Ye Xiuwen raised his hand and pressed his chest, his breathing was a little laborious, a thin layer of sweat floated on his forehead, and he leaned over the bookcase for a while, and then he started to go around the back to pick up the book, and commented in a low voice: "I think the mobility is still at the level of a ten-year-old." ”

Percy: "......"

Seeing that the Lord picked up the book and walked to the solid wood round table by the fireplace and sat down, he turned on the lamp, picked up the blanket thrown on the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, and his slender fingers turned over the pages until the middle was blank, and then he opened the delicate brown wood locket on the table, which contained some scattered photos, old and even slightly yellow, coming and going with a face, from immature to slowly growing, some girlish silhouettes.

Percy pursed his lips disdainfully, the young man's childish face looked quite cute, standing behind Ye Xiuwen, he glanced at the glimmer a few times, looked at the person in front of him slowly and meticulously, and pasted the photo.

Percy's eyes widened, and she couldn't stop asking for a moment, "Are you doing the dossier for Miss Daisy?"

Ye Xiuwen unscrewed the tip of the pen, dropped a date next to the photo, and wrote in a faint voice: "I don't know how she has lived these years, the whole Elvis has not paid the slightest attention to her and her mother at all, obviously she is the granddaughter of the clan father, she is eighteen years old, and there is not a word about her in the clan archives......"

Percy pressed Ye Xiuwen's fingers, the touch was cold, and his tone was rarely serious: "Whether it is deliberate or unintentional, don't you know?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled slightly, the warm yellow light brushed the side face to look soft and warm, picked up a photo casually, the girl stood barefoot in the river, holding the wet skirt in her hand, raised her head slightly to take the daylight, the smile was hearty and beautiful, he looked at it quietly, and his voice was low and soft: "Does it matter?"

Speaking of this, his gaze fell slightly on the clan filing cabinet not far away, and his eyes deepened: "In the future, whether deliberately or unintentionally, I will make everyone in Ervis must face her, see her, respect her, and obey her." ”

Percy's eyebrows furrowed: "Your Excellency, you know...... Miss Daisy is the heir who has been given up and executed, the last time the mission of the Jian family in Rucheng was just to want her to die clean outside, you didn't kill her It's already a taboo in the palace, and now you still want to help her to the throne......"

Ye Xiuwen put down the photo, his ten fingers lightly crossed, and his eyes were dark: "Elvis has been trained in the dark temple since ancient times, and in order to prevent the family from fighting for infighting, only one heir will be left. ”

"If she can't stand at the top, she can't even live with bated breath. ”

The night was long, the lights in the council hall were dim, there were few people, the corpses had been cleaned up, the air was full of the pungent smell of disinfectant water, the night snow outside the window had stopped for a long time, Dai Xijiu knelt a little numb, and lowered his eyes to see the corner of the red shawl, scattered on the cold floor, and his fingers stretched out and touched.

This touch reminded me of many things.

The sky in the ancient town of Rucheng has always been covered with a layer of drizzle, and the first time he met Ye Xiuwen, he was sleeping.

The long street was damp, and the man sleeping on an old stone bench under the cherry blossom tree, with one hand bent behind his head, his face was a little pale, delicate and weak, his black hair was soft and soft, with a slight moisture, and the cherry blossoms were flying mixed with the drizzle, gently covering his eyelashes.

People generally lose their ability to speak when they see something too beautiful, and even freeze in place, and Dai Xijiu's reaction is reasonable.

This man, lying there like that, seemed to be cut off from all the noise and chaos of the world, quiet and beautiful like a painting.

As if attracted by an inconspicuous force, she walked over with very light steps, crushed the cherry blossoms on the ground, lifted the umbrella in her hand over his head, took the fine rain of Rucheng, and took the fallen flowers scattered in the wind.

She squatted down lightly in front of the stone bench, cautiously leaned over, held her breath and looked at his face, her fingers fell very lightly, and she twisted the thin cherry blossom, and the moment the petals left her eyes, the thick eyelashes slowly lifted.

Daisy's eyes widened instantly, her heart beat violently like a drum, and a suspicious heat had risen on her cheeks, burning red.

Compared with her thrilling here, the eyes that were close at hand were misty, even with a slight moisture, only lightly lifted, and then the eyelashes fell lightly, without a sound.

Breathe steadily.

Dai Xijiu pressed his chest and gasped slightly, then looked at the sleepy man, pursed his lips with some annoyance, and suddenly smiled.

In fact, even she didn't know that there was something that, at this moment, took root and sprouted.

I don't know how long I stood like this, the sky was completely dark, Dai Xijiu moved his numb legs, turned his eyes to look at the brightly lit street, and when he turned back, his eyes opened, and then they lit up.

The man had already half-sat up, his long legs were slightly bent, his hands were propped up on the stone bench behind him, he looked up at the umbrella slightly, and then his eyes fell on Dai Xijiu, a gentle smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Always here?"

With such a smile, Dai Xijiu only felt that there was a breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers in all directions, and the whole person was a little dizzy.

The handle of the umbrella in his hand was taken over by a slightly cool palm, and the man had completely stood up, his white cotton shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the whole person looked casual and lazy: "Is it because of the rain?"

Dai Xijiu shook his head slightly, with a little brightness in his eyes, but he was also honest: "It's because you are good-looking." ”

The man smiled lightly and looked down at her slightly, "What's your name?"

"Dai Xijiu. ”

At this moment, his eyes suddenly darkened, as if the Ruzhen River reflecting the lights of thousands of homes, deep and low, and a layer of imperceptible light floated inside, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and he repeated these three words in an unclear voice: "Dai ......... West... Jiu", the smile on the corner of his lips fell and rose, and he stretched out his hand towards her: "Hello, my name is Ye Xiuwen." ”

Now that I think about the name that I have been repeated, it was a conspiracy from the beginning.

Growing up in a cold-blooded place like Elvis, she originally thought that the Ye Xiuwen she met was the only difference in her long eighteen years of life.

She had never seen such a gentle and gentle person in the world.

Two months of getting along with each other in Rucheng made her feel too much tender care that she had never tried in her life.

A person can be so good to her.

A person can be so good to her, just for the last night, a fatal blow.

She was the only difference in her life.

More vicious and ruthless than anyone else, cold-blooded and different.