In this complicated emotion and her clear eyes, he fled with the desolate figure.

He didn't dare to look at Chi Yao for a few days, he had been avoiding her, and he didn't dare to ask why she was so calm, calm as if he didn't care at all.

Song Wei wanted to clean up her emotions in the past few days of avoiding her.

Maybe Chi Yao didn't care about herself, so no matter if he was depraved or something else, he wouldn't make waves in her heart.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.

How can a person with a lowly blood in his blood deserve to pray for her gaze, even if it is only a little, it is just a trace of pity for the saint.

But even so, he couldn't help but want to ask the maid who took care of her about her diet and daily life.

When he heard that Chi Yao was still living a normal life, without the slightest noise and other unusual movements, his heart was a little unbalanced.

Even if she hasn't seen her for a few days, she can be so calm and calm and don't ask about his whereabouts, so what is he in her heart?

A cheap life that she accidentally saved?

The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, adding a touch of uneasiness to his already difficult emotions.

He summoned someone outside and whispered something.

On the other side, Chi Yao obviously didn't have such a twist and turn in his heart, but walked around the backyard like a leisurely stroll, watching the flowers bloom all over the garden.

Walking to the lake, she saw a gazebo standing in the distance in the center of the lake, and the pavilion was also surrounded by tulle, and the looming feeling made people can't help but want to find out.

However, Chi Yao was not such a curious person, and when she was about to leave after a glance, she heard a person rocking a boat in front of her.

When the boat stopped, the man came to the shore, bowed slightly, and said, "Holy Maiden, the Lord is invited." ”

Chi Yao looked at the pavilion from a distance, lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, and then got into the boat and staggered towards the center of the lake.

Before she could go up to the edge of the pavilion, she heard a melodious sound of the piano and the playful jokes of her daughter's house.

A pair of soft and boneless hands lifted the tulle to reveal this unique picture.

Song Wei sat elegantly but with a trace of uninhibited carefree and easy sitting on the main seat, the wine glass at the corner of his mouth was drunk by him in small sips, his slightly narrowed eyes showed his high mood, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even brighter after seeing her come in, looking at her reaction expectantly.

The women sat on the low floor and played the guqin with their bare hands, or stood beside him, poured sake for him, or danced their sleeves for him to show off their figures.

Chi Yao looked a little out of place in this harmonious picture.

The woman standing next to Song Xuan looked at Chi Yao's silent appearance, looked at her quietly, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't this a holy woman?" Where did the wind blow you to our sisters? ”

The women on the side couldn't help but cover their mouths when they heard these words, and laughed softly.

And this woman looked at the unmoved Song Xuan, and her heart was even more confident, thinking that Chi Yao's decency and the lord must be opposite, and when she opened her mouth, she would be even more yin and yang.

"The appearance of the saint doesn't disgrace the decency, but it's a pity that our lord doesn't necessarily like it..."

These unfinished words leave people thinking about it, but it can make people understand the meaning of the shame, but I am afraid that these words have another meaning in the heart of the self-righteous saint.

(End of chapter)