Chapter Thirty-Seven: One Glory and One Loss

Su Jingqian stared at Lin Wanwan for a long time, looking at her little face wrinkled with anger, as if she saw the red-clothed girl who was tricked by him in Beiluo Shimen and ran after him angrily.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a trace of gloom suddenly crossed the bottom of his smiling eyes, and he lost a little smile in an instant, put down the book in his hand, and said to her: "It's okay if you don't like to read these books, come to me when you have time in the future, and I will teach you." ”

"Teach me?"

Lin Wanwan, who had just calmed down from the afterglow, was choked by his words again, she glanced at him suspiciously, and there was a hint of strangeness in her puzzled eyes, he was hinting that she didn't learn and didn't know how to read the book all day long?

He raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little narrow, "Didn't you say that you can't figure out my thoughts?" When you learn it, you'll know what I'm thinking. ”

"You ......" she frowned slightly, looking at him hesitantly, and a hint of vigilance quickly flashed in her slightly tentative gaze, "What do you want to do?" ”

Lin Wanwan knew that even if they could joke with each other like before, they would no longer be the same people as they were back then. The heart of the emperor is unfathomable.

Now she is standing here to protect the north and fall to the master, and he is standing here to seize the Nanling, they seem to be walking side by side, but in fact, the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. Since it is gathered for profit, there will always be a day when profit is exhausted and dispersed.

So, how could Su Jin want to teach her for no reason? Under his seemingly lazy and playful eyes, how many scheming calculations are hidden? What the hell was he thinking?

The wary gaze she cast, though fleeting, was caught by him in an instant. The two eyes collided in the air, and after looking at each other for a few seconds, she was the first to look away, his eyes darkened, and he also looked away, and the bottom of their eyes flashed with a complex color.

The atmosphere instantly fell into a dreary mood, as if the laughter and slapstick had never happened to them.

"Lin Wanwan, I also have to remind you." In the end, he broke the silence with a deep voice, and there was no trace of emotion in those good-looking peach blossom eyes.

"From now on, behind you is not only Beiluo Shimen, but also Dongchen. Beiluo Shimen and Dongchen are both prosperous and falling. This trip is a rough and dangerous road, if I am not there in the future, you need to take charge alone, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to move forward with your little cleverness. Since you have chosen this path, you must be prepared for everything. ”

There seemed to be an impatient look of contempt in his indifferent eyes, he turned his eyes to her, looked her up and down with a critical gaze, and then said coldly: "The way of planning seems to be a game, those who are good at plotting seek power, and those who are not good at plotting plotting sons; The plotter is clear and the son is locked and the son helps, one move first, and the kill step by step; The plotter hesitates and protects himself, and if he is not careful, he will lose the whole game. I teach you, not for anything else, just so that you don't drag Dongchen back on the road in the future. ”

The light in Lin Wanwan's eyes, in his words as sharp as a knife, gradually dimmed, and finally fell silent like a pool of stagnant water. Although she had been accustomed to the disappointment of being swallowed up by the endless dark night over the years, when she stood in his indifferent and cold gaze, the coolness in her heart was still like ten thousand ants devouring her heart, and the wisps of it were twisted up.

Her jade-like ten fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were dyed with a layer of coldness, and as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice became a little colder, "So, then thank you Dongchen Guojun, I will definitely be, good, good, learn." ”

The last few words, she almost said word by word, and the anger and hatred in her tone were intertwined, and it was difficult to hide. With that, he saluted him, and hurried away without looking back.

He didn't say anything more, didn't look at her again. It wasn't until she disappeared that she paced to the window, silently watching the moon rise slowly in the night.

The morning fog can't hide the rising sun, just like the night can't stop the bright moon from hanging high. He did not allow anything to block his vision, so that he could not see clearly the clear light of the moonlight.

……

The sun has not yet sunk in the west, and the ten-mile-long street is already crowded.

Vendors on both sides of the street are busy setting up their stalls, hanging beautiful lanterns one after another on their stalls, waiting for the customers who are about to visit. The front of the restaurant has already been arranged in front of the color building, and the little two next to it are shouting and selling the newly brewed wine, and the air is filled with a strong aroma of osmanthus and wine. From time to time, the crowd of people watching the juggling on the street let out bursts of enthusiastic cheers, and the noise came and went, and it was very lively.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the people are looking forward to the various celebrations in the evening. Along the way, young men and women dressed in brightly colored clothes walked together, with sweet smiles on their faces, accompanied by bursts of crisp laughter, and there was a lively and cheerful atmosphere everywhere.

At the corner of the long street stood several young women dressed in costumes, whispering something to each other at this time, their cheeks crimson, full of the shyness of a young girl, and their eyes glanced at the stone bridge next to them from time to time.

Following their gaze, they saw two tall young men standing on the stone bridge across the water, one in a red black robe, standing with his hands in his hands, and the other in a brocade robe, with a folding fan in his hand.

The man in the dark robe had muscles like white jade, his eyebrows were straight, and his whole body exuded a scorching brilliance that was difficult to ignore. His eyebrows and eyes seem to condense all the splendor in the world, and just one glance amazes the world. The unique contours of the facial features, both deep and charming, delicately depict a handsome and unparalleled face of the prosperous age. While listening to the chatter and laughter of the people next to him, his reddish thin lips were lazily hooked, and the whole person was lazy with a little imperceptible heaviness.

The brocade-robed man was also extremely handsome, with a graceful demeanor between his eyebrows, and his eyes were as clear and bright as mountain springs, but when the two black eyes rolled slightly, they showed a touch of cunning from time to time. In the conversation with the person next to him, his face was bright with a smile and a happy expression, and the whole person looked suave and extraordinary.

"Jing Qian, is your friend tall, short, fat or thin? Are there any recognizable features? Luo Huaizhou looked at the bustling long street with a curious expression, as if he wanted to find the friend in Su Jingqian's mouth.

And his gaze inadvertently provoked the women on the corner of the street to wink and let out a few coquettish laughs.

"You're in a hurry?" Su Jingqian glanced at him lightly.

Luo Huaizhou retracted his gaze and grinned at him, "It's rare to see that you are willing to bring someone out, I really want to see it." ”

"I advise you to provoke her less." Su Jingqian spoke lazily, and there seemed to be an imperceptible smile in his lazy voice.

Luo Huaizhou was even more curious when he heard this, tilting his head and looking at him with interest, "Could it be that your friend is very good at martial arts?" ”

A smile flashed across Su Jingqian's lips, "It's some three-legged cat kung fu." ”

"That'...... Is it a bad temper? ”

"Well, it's not very good-tempered." He glanced at the painting boat docked under the bridge with his spare eyes, turned his eyes sideways, and looked at Luo Huaizhou with a smile, "At least, compared to the one on the painting boat, he is much more irritable." ”