"Are you tempted?"

Zhao Fuling was lying on the bed, with her hands behind her head, and asked herself.

Most of the time, no one can give a definite answer with such a vague sense.

What the feelings are like, Zhao Fuling can't even describe it.

In the past few years, study and work have taken up most of my life. Later, the world was gloomy, and survival became the whole of life.

On the road of survival struggle, she has also met all kinds of people of the opposite sex. Whether elegant or sharp, calm or courageous, without exception are the pride of the sky.

But it seems that no one has ever touched the category of feelings.

When the river is clear and the sea is Yan, the feeling is the delicacies and wine, the icing on the cake. When the war is in chaos, it becomes the least worth mentioning.

And now......

Zhao Fuling turned over and sighed.

The Changchun Palace, which seems to be calm, is it not a war and chaos?

……

Li Jingmo woke up early.

He opened his eyes, adjusted to the silence around him, and got out of bed.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and when I opened the door, a wave of dampness left over from the torrential rain came to my face.

Li Jingmo didn't know the sky outside, and he didn't know what time it was, he stood at the door for a moment before he walked down the steps to the backyard to fetch water.

In the past, these little things have never been done by myself, but today I do it myself, and it doesn't seem jerky.

After washing, he returned to the house and touched the white silk covering his eyes.

I wanted to put it back on, but remembering Zhao Fuling's words last night, I hesitated for a moment and put it down, and instead took the saber hanging on the wall.

Sword practice in the morning has become a compulsory lesson, and his poisoned body is now supported by these.

Just after a few sword flowers, Zhao Ling's voice came from not far away: "Du Gongzi, are you up?" ”

Li Jingmo's hand stopped, he listened to Zhao Lingling's approaching movement, and put away the long sword silently.

Before she could answer, Zhao Fuling said, "Du Gongzi shouldn't have washed yet, right?" I've brought you warm water. ”

She walked past Li Jingmo, put the basin on the steps under the eaves, and then turned to look.

The yard is wide but barren, even though the other party is long, standing under this towering wild tree, but it is also unprecedentedly a little smart.

The black hair was loosely scattered on the shoulders, fainting deep meaning on the white clothes. He stood sideways, his sword hand as slender as a bamboo, with distinct bones. When the knuckles are clenched, they bring out a bit of blueness, as if they are full of sharpness from the tip of the sword to the wrist.

It's just that the eyebrows are stretched, the eyelashes are half drooping, and the expression is extraordinarily soft.

Two completely different feelings, melted into him, but they were not abrupt at all.

The coolness of the morning seems to be dispelled by this softness.

Zhao Fuling's gaze stopped for a few seconds, and she handed over the soaked handkerchief, and her voice was soft: "Wash it." ”

Li Jingmo obediently took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to take it.

He never mentioned that he had already washed up, but handed the sword in his hand to Zhao Fuling, and his movements were as familiar as if he had done it countless times.

Zhao Fuling paused before taking the sword that flashed with chill.

After Li Jingmo finished washing, Zhao Fuling asked, "Du Gongzi usually drinks medicine before meals?" Or after a meal? ”

Li Jingmo wiped his hands and said softly: "After dinner." ”

"That's right." Zhao Fuling put the long sword back in his hand, and turned around to pour out the water in the basin, "Breakfast is almost ready, the peony will be sent later, I will go to decoct the medicine for Du Gongzi." ”

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Li Jingmo's scattered hair a few times, and didn't say anything after thinking about it.

It's just that before he left, Li Jingmo opened his mouth: "Can you bother Miss Zhao to tie Du's hair?" ”

Zhao Fuling stopped her steps instantly, she looked back at Li Jingmo, paused, and said, "My skills are not good, wait for the peony to come." ”