Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Ling Yue walked on the palace road sullenly, looking up at the bright moon in the sky from time to time.

"Do you miss the son?"

Ah Yun tightened her cloak, her eyes as gentle as the moonlight.

She said "um", "He didn't reply to me, he has no conscience, and I embroidered sachets for him in vain."

"Does anyone have no conscience in your eyes?" He lowered his head and scratched the tip of her nose, which made her heart run wild.

It seems that since she kissed him on a whim that night in Yuming Temple, he has always done some intimate acts to her.

At first, she was cautious, testing her reaction, but later, it became more and more natural.

It was as if she had her acquiescence.

She had expressed her displeasure, but he immediately looked pitiful, as if he had done nothing wrong, and yet she had abandoned him.

She almost believed him, if she hadn't secretly followed him.

The poor boy who had just finished dressing up and wearing a mask entered a three-in, three-out courtyard, opened the mechanism, and entered a secret passage.

There were a lot of bloodied people tied up inside.

He sat expressionlessly, his fingers slightly raised, and immediately someone was tortured against the uncooperative, and her heart trembled when she heard the terrible wail.

Sometimes she wondered how he could switch between the two expressions with ease.

When facing her, the tenderness in her eyes can drown her.

When I arrived at that secret passage, my eyes were deep and indifferent, as if the blood in my whole body was cold.

But as long as it doesn't involve her family, she can't stop it, this is their tacit understanding and his compromise.

Taking advantage of her distraction, he tapped her forehead again.

With this knock, she came back to her senses.

Before she could resist, he magically pulled out a letter from his sleeve and dangled it in front of her eyes.

She was immediately excited: "Is it his?"

"I don't know, I'm from Da Zheng anyway."

He shook again, deliberately whetting her appetite, and turned and ran away just as she was about to grab the letter.

She was in a hurry and hurried to chase him, shouting his name as she chased.

Ling Lie, who was listening to Guan Jingyuan's teaching, suddenly saw the two frolicking without any image, and hurriedly stopped: "Yue'er, Ah Yun, this is the palace, don't mess around!"

Hearing his father's anxious and angry voice, Ling Yue stopped running, and Ah Yun also stopped and shouted "uncle".

"Ah Yun, you are old, you have to take care of her, why are you still making trouble with her?"

Now he is still his nephew in name, and if he is rude, he will lose the face of his prime minister's house.

"Knowing my uncle, I'll pay attention."

Giving Ling Yue a look, she smiled at her father and grandfather, followed them honestly, and pulled away for a while.

"Believe in me." She whispered.

"What's in it for me?" He bargained.

She clenched her fists and wanted the benefits?

I was afraid that the movement would be too big and cause dissatisfaction in front of me, so I endured this breath: "What do you want?"

He pulled a hairpin out of his sleeve.

Gemstone-encrusted crescent hairpin.

"If you want both, or you won't give neither."

Threatening her?

It seemed that she could only agree, she really wanted to know what Han Ming's letter was about.

Reluctantly stretched out his hand: "Give it all to me."

He smiled with satisfaction, put the letter in her hand, and put the hairpin in her hair himself: "Don't take it down again."

"But that doesn't mean I promised you anything."

She first cleared up the relationship, the hairpin is the hairpin, not the hairpin that represents anything.

You can't talk too much, especially to him. Leave a line, so that we can see each other.

If you don't give hope, you won't be disappointed.

If we recognize each other in the long years to come, it will not be too late to be together again.

He tilted his head, and his smiling eyes were filled with indescribable affection

"What do you think I'm going to promise me?"

She didn't speak.

He decided to break through the layer of window paper, so that she could not escape, and there was no way to escape.

"Why did you kiss me that night?"

She bowed her head to open the letter, avoiding his fiery gaze.

"On a whim."

"But I took it seriously. I love that."

The movement of her hands paused, and her eyes looked around unnaturally.

Luckily, no one cares about it.

"It's a bad habit, so change it as soon as possible."

He was displeased, and he didn't answer him!

"What the hell are you worried about?"

She took out the letter and cleared her throat, still not looking up.

"No worries. I just said it, but it was a whim, and I can't take it seriously. Whoever is serious loses."

He pondered her words and replied to her words seriously.

"How long is your moment? Can it be for a lifetime? I'm not afraid to lose if I can."

Her heart thumped and she took a step back.

She still didn't want to face it, and he sighed slightly.

"I'll talk about it later, you read the letter first."

Relieved, she walked with him.

It's just that the more I read the letter, the more puzzled I became, how could my brother write these to her?

"Ah Yun." She called out to him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing that her expression was wrong, he stopped: "What did the prince say?"

Her originally clear eyes were full of confusion.

"My brother said that he used to be kind to me on a whim, he didn't like me, he had a woman he liked, and said that he was about to get married, so let me die of this heart, find a good person and marry."

Ah Yun's unhappiness was swept away, and she laughed, rubbing her long hair: "Yue'er, is this "whim" unique to your family?"

She snorted and handed him the letter, "Look at it."

Han Ming taught Ah Yun to write, and he felt that the handwriting was fine.

It's just that the content is too absurd, and if it's either evil, it's evil.

Seeing his lonely father, Ling Yue ran a few steps to catch up with him and handed him Han Ming's letter: "Dad, you can help me analyze whether my brother is in trouble."

Ling Lie said "no" before he read the letter, his son is both civil and military, if he is in trouble, he will also be in trouble with others.

After reading the letter, his beard curled.

"This letter wasn't written by Ming'er!"

As soon as the final word was made, Ling Yue was relieved.

Ah Yun said, "But this is obviously the handwriting of the son of the world."

Ling Lie raised his eyebrows and patiently explained: "Let's not talk about the inexplicable content, you look at the word "friend", the two "moons" are exactly the same, and they are copied at a glance."

Ah Yun and Ling Yue looked at each other carefully, looked at each other and smiled, sure enough!

Ling Lie said again: "In addition to a few of us, the background of your brothers and sisters is also known to your grandmother Xue and the old prince of Da Zheng, so this letter was written by an unknown person to provoke the relationship between you and Ming'er."

"Is that Han Lin's ghost?" Ling Yue exclaimed.

Ling Lie patted her on the head, "My daughter is smart. Come and don't be rude, reply to the letter, and enclose this letter as well. First, I will send a knife to your brother, and second, I will solve the rumors. Otherwise, sons and daughters will always be mistaken for a couple, and I am a daughter-in-law and a son-in-law."

Ling Yue thought this was a good idea, she must write a lingering farewell letter!

Just about to leave, he was stopped by Ling Lie.

"Yue'er, you agreed to the marriage with Tian'er in front of your uncle, or you should do it as soon as possible. Your uncle said that Ye Shijing also mentioned to him, the royal family is too complicated, none of these princes are simple, not suitable for you, how can you marry and be a young lady in the General's Mansion."

Ah Yun stopped smiling, and his cold eyes made Ling Lie's heart weak.

Really, I forgot about this god!

Smile awkwardly: "It's not too early, the dinner will start soon."

Hurry!"

Ling Yue also felt that Ah Yun's eyes were dangerous, and took her father's arm, and the father and daughter walked quickly.

It's just that I vaguely feel that there is still a bundle of unkind eyes looking at her.

Turning his head to see, it was He Pujia.