In summer, the stars turn around, and the blue night sky is like hundreds of millions of broken diamonds, dazzling. Under the starry sky, the light veil is full of water vapor in the shadows, and the glass luminous glass on the table contains Loulan's abundant grape wine, and a circle of lilac brilliance lingers in the ice.

At this time, a slender jade hand took away the wine glass, and the skin was like congealed fat, not an inch. The loose hair hangs down on the edge of the soup pool behind him, and a few strands of broken hair wet by the spiritual spring are naturally attached to the skin, one black and one white, which is extremely irritating to the eyes.

Jin Jiaojiao took a sip of the wine, and the sweetness spread from the taste buds to the brain, making her satisfied. This soup pool was specially built for her by Jin Wen, and a soak in the hot summer night can relieve heat and cool down, dispel dampness and detoxify.

After taking a bath, she put on a white dress like lotus silk, casually tied up a fresh bun and inserted it with a green hosta, and then left the soup pool and went back to her own yard.

Xi'er and An An were fiddling with something on the stone table in the courtyard, Jin Jiaojiao curiously leaned over to watch, they were playing backgammon with Go, seeing that An An was about to lose, Jin Jiaojiao kindly reminded her, which caused Xi'er's dissatisfaction.

"Watching chess is silent, miss"

An An was afraid that Xi'er would be unhappy, so he said dogleggedly: "Then I'll go here." ”

Xi'er immediately smiled, the two of you and I had a lot of fun, and the neglected Jin Jiaojiao felt that she was brighter than the lantern on the eaves.

Can't indulge them like this anymore, Jin Jiaojiao asked, "An An, you don't care about your family?" ”

An An's hand shook, and the chess pieces fell onto the chessboard with a snap, "Oops, I forgot my young master." ”

"Are you going back? But I haven't had enough fun," Xi'er pouted slightly and looked at An An, half coquettish and half retaining.

Where can An An, an innocent boy, withstand this kind of look, and shyly walked around his head, "Then let's play two more games, and the young master can be alone." The tone is not half difficult.

First Shen Miaoer, then Xi'er, Jin Jiaojiao felt that there was no place for her in this world, so she raised her legs and went back to the room, she went to pet the cat, it's all right.

And then discovered...... The newly raised orange civet is gone.

This cat was bought by Jin Wen from a foreign merchant to relieve Jin Jiaojiao's boredom, and it has only been a few days since he arrived at Jin's house, so he has not yet been raised, and he will disappear once in three days.

After looking for it three or five times before, Jin Jiaojiao has figured out the cat's temperament. Without alarming the subordinates, she went alone to several places frequented by orange civet cats to look for them, and ate them all after meals.

The courtyard flower garden, the rockery of the hidden spring, and the back kitchen, Jin Jiaojiao looked around, and finally heard the soft cry of the orange civet cat near the side courtyard. Looking for the sound, I found traces of orange civet cats on the yew trees planted in the side yard.

Under the shade of tree branches, there are two pale blue-green spots on the black courtyard wall, like two glowing balls of the same size. It was the eye of the orange civet cat, and it was squatting on the branch of a yew tree, and the height was by no means beyond the reach of Jin Jiaojiao.

Raising a cat for the first time, Jin Jiaojiao, who has no experience at all, has not yet figured out the preferences and breeding methods of different breeds of cats, she will only blindly tease cats.

Jin Jiaojiao stood under the tree and called it a few times in a row, but the orange civet cat was still squatting on the tree nobly and coldly, motionless, without any intention of coming down.

Can there be a specially made nest in the tree for it? Jin Jiaojiao couldn't figure out what else to do to make it obedient and jump down obediently.

There were a few abandoned broken back baskets by the courtyard wall, and Jin Jiaojiao moved three of them reluctantly and firmly, and built a simple foot ladder. The orange civet cat can't come down, so she can only go up and fish it herself.

However, she still overestimated her height and the height of the orange civet. Jin Jiaojiao tried to tiptoe, but she still couldn't touch half of its fur, and the distance between her hand and the orange civet cat was still twenty centimeters. In the dark, the orange civet cat looks like a king who only looks down on the world, and Miss Jin is a self-defeating subject in her eyes, or a clown who is grandiose.

Jin Jiaojiao was going to give up this stupid method, she had been working hard here for a long time, so it was better to ask someone to move the ladder quickly.

Just as she was about to jump off the basket, a clear and calm male voice came from behind her, and someone under the dim tree said, "Do you need help, little fiancée?" ”

There was a long tail note full of ridicule and laughter in the voice, especially the words of the little fiancée, which had an indescribable magnetic charm in the dim environment. This sound was so abrupt that Jin Jiaojiao was careless and almost didn't stand firm and flashed to her waist. She held on to the trunk of the yew tree, turned her head to look behind her, and saw a familiar and tall silhouette.

Jin Jiaojiao remembered that it was Jin Wen who arranged this person in a remote guest room, and it was not surprising that he appeared here.

Just a little fiancée?

"What are you calling nonsense?" Jin Jiaojiao said unhappily.

Zhao Bingyu took a few steps closer to her, and chose a well-lit place to stand, Jin Jiaojiao could see him smiling and looking at his fox eyes through the few traces of moonlight that leaked into the cracks of the branches, bright and clean.

"Sooner or later," Zhao Bingyu still smiled, raised his chin and looked at the orange civet cat on the tree in a helpless tone, "Okay, okay, Miss Jin, let me help you catch the cat first." ”

Jin Jiaojiao jumped off the back basket, and when Zhao Bingyu stepped forward to help her, she cleverly dodged away. Jin Jiaojiao looked at his height, she was only at the height of his shoulders, this guy has long hands and feet, and it is estimated that he can get the cat down when he jumps.

"Well, here you go." Jin Jiaojiao stepped aside.

Zhao Bingyu's eyes flashed with a moment of astonishment, but she was still keenly captured by Jin Jiaojiao, and she couldn't help but think of a guess in her heart.

So he asked him with a strange expression, "Did you just want to lift me up to catch a cat?" ”

His heart skipped a beat, and Zhao Bingyu stepped on the back basket for a moment, he did have this idea just now, Jin Jiaojiao's body was light, and it was not a problem for him to run with her, let alone simply lift it.

It's just that this whimsical mind was seen by her, Zhao Bingyu felt that his throat was inexplicably tight, and he didn't admit or deny it. What Jin Jiaojiao couldn't notice was that Zhao Bingyu's warm and fair ears gradually covered with a faint flush.

She said, "Are you reading too many of those strange love books?" ”

The orange civet cat was dragged down from the yew tree by Zhao Bingyu with its round belly, and barked unhappily a few times, and the thin sound passed through the night like a baby crying. Zhao Bingyu jumped off the basket quickly, holding it with one hand, and the other hand along the fur of the orange civet cat from the top of the cat / to the cat's arched back, his palm seemed to carry the coolness of a spring morning, and after a few strokes, the king who looked down on the world surrendered to his gentle touch, relaxed his guard and nestled in his arms with a lazy look.

"What love painting book?" Zhao Bingyu pretended to know nothing about it.

The two of them walked out of the yew forest, and without the thick branches and leaves, their vision became wider, and the starlight hung above their heads, like a dream. Jin Jiaojiao shook her head and said that it was nothing, it was just a guess of hers.

This is the first time that the two have met privately after Jin Jiaojiao is drunk, and the atmosphere is delicate and awkward. Although Jin Jiaojiao doesn't remember what happened after she got drunk, judging from what Jin Wen and Xi'er said about pestering others, their behavior that night must have been very intimate.

Jia Ming's sudden participation in the Jin Mansion's recruitment competition couldn't help but lead her to guess that with the two of them not looking at each other well before, he couldn't have wanted to be the son-in-law of the Jin family, right? Anyone else likes to find themselves unhappy?

There are only two possible explanations, one: he is purely for money, after all, his ten-dollar fish soup is all about himself. Two: If it wasn't because of the money, it was what she did that night when she was drunk that made him misunderstood.

Jin Jiaojiao took the cat from his arms, deliberately cast her eyes elsewhere, and pretended to say casually: "I don't remember anything when I was drunk, if there is anything offensive that night, don't take it to heart." ”

"As for the recruitment competition, if you quit now, I can give you a large sum of money, and the gambling house that will give you that night can also be given to you, you can ...... anything"

"What if I say I have to take it to heart?" Zhao Bingyu interrupted her with a smile.

Jin Jiaojiao looked up in disbelief, just bumping into his sincere eyes, and the kind of enthusiasm made Jin Jiaojiao breathe wildly, and she couldn't find an inch.

"What?"

"I said I've taken it to heart." Zhao Bingyu replied to her.

The evening breeze rustled over the leaves, and the two stood at each other without speaking, and Jin Jiaojiao couldn't see a hint of joking in his expression. What does it mean to already take it to heart? Could it be that he really has to make up his mind to be the son-in-law of the Jin family?

Zhao Bingyu's good-looking is the kind of gentle and non-intrusive good-looking, except for the hanging children who leak from time to time on his body, he is the kind of appearance that anyone feels quite comfortable and pleasing to the eye when they see it. This is obviously different from Jin Jiaojiao, if someone secretly looks at them because of their looks at them at the same time, Zhao Bingyu may only give the other party a smile back, and Jin Jiaojiao is bound to give the other party a hostile look, so that the voyeur has nowhere to hide.

In particular, he also gave birth to a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, and when he quietly commented on a person, it made people give birth to the illusion that his eyes were full of himself, and then gave him an affectionate and single-minded conclusion.

Jin Jiaojiao thought that she was calm and self-controlled, but she also lost her mind in his starry eyes, and the strength of holding the cat couldn't help but increase, the orange civet cat in her hand suddenly screamed, and scratched a paw towards the back of her hand, Jin Jiaojiao let go of her hand painfully, and the orange civet cat took the opportunity to jump on the wall and disappeared on the eaves in an instant.

The ambiguous atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and Zhao Bingyu took her hand to check the injury, and there were two bright red cat scratches on the back of the hand.

"You have to take medicine quickly, otherwise you will be easily infected."

Zhao Bingyu's hand temperature was obviously lower than Jin Jiaojiao's, and the cool feeling made her can't help but want to stick her other hand over, but reason made her pull out her hand that was held by Zhao Bingyu and retract it into her sleeve.

No wonder the cat was so docile when he was held by him just now, and when he got here, he began to be dishonest again, Jin Jiaojiao looked away and looked in the direction where the orange civet cat disappeared, which was the firewood room in the backyard.

This cat eats inside and out.

"I'll talk about it later, I'll get the little fox back first." After Jin Jiaojiao finished speaking, she stepped across the courtyard and fled in the direction of the backyard.

"I'll go with you." Zhao Bingyu caught up with her, and didn't understand why Jin Jiaojiao's tone suddenly became detached and indifferent, obviously the atmosphere between the two of them was fine just now, even if they had disputes before, they were angry, and they didn't like each other, but the feeling of getting along was at least very comfortable and natural, unlike now...... He was a little awkwardly uncomfortable.