After saying goodbye to the thanksgiving banquet that day, Yugo didn't see the son of the Kujo family for many days, and when he saw him again, it was after meeting the emperor in the palace.

Kujo Gongzi followed behind his father, this time he came to the palace probably to prepare for his future career, Youguo was not ready to take the initiative to come forward to say hello, but the head of the Kujou family saw Youguo, so he excitedly brought his son to say hello.

The head of the Kujo family, who was pulling the prince of Kujo to him, smiled and was amiable: "Lord Youguoquan Palace, how are you doing lately?" ”

Youguo smiled slightly, and after a few words with the head of the Kujo family, the head of the Kujou family patted the shoulder of the prince of Kujo next to him, and said excitedly: "Didn't you often see the palace secretary of Youguoquan before?" Why didn't you talk when you saw me this time? ”

Yugo also looked at Kujo, and what puzzled him was that Kujo saw that he was not approaching as enthusiastically as before, but instead took two steps back with some restraint, and said to him awkwardly: "Well, long time no see, Yugo Quan Miyaji." ”

Yugo was even more puzzled, because Kujo Childe's eyes flickered unnaturally when he faced him, and he didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes, and when he saw him, he seemed to see something that he couldn't avoid.

"It's been a long time." Youguo said slowly: "How are you doing?" ”

Kujo Childe trembled, coughed twice and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Youguo sighed in his heart and said to the system: "Why did he see me like this?" Did I beat him up when I was drunk? ”

After saying that, Youguo felt that it was not quite right, he knew very well that he was drinking, and he would fall asleep after pouring a glass, and there would never be the possibility of getting drunk and going crazy and beating people up.

The system was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, you didn't beat him. ”

Youguo: "Yes! So what is he so afraid of me for? ”

System: "Is it possible that he is not afraid of you, but of someone close to you?" ”

There was something in the system's words, Youguo was stunned for a moment, and then began to think about who around him could make Kujo so afraid, but after thinking about it, only one person had the motive and possibility to commit the crime.

Youguo sighed helplessly, "I see." ”

It was a coincidence that the head of the Kujo family still had something to tell the emperor, so he left Kujo Gongzi alone outside the palace, so Yugo and Kujo looked at each other face to face, and Kujo had an expression of wanting to say something.

Youguo said, "Tell me what you want to say." ”

Kujo was shocked, scratched his head and said insincerely, "I don't have anything to say." ”

A person is telling the truth and falsehood, and you can still hear it, and he said directly: "Did Wu Miao do something to you?" ”

Hearing someone's name, Kujo became even more angry, and he said embarrassedly, "No, no, what can he do to me?" ”

In fact, Kujo's mind had already begun to automatically play the memories of the night that threatened him, and the cold temperature of the chess pieces against his face was so cold that it made people shiver, and the sharp edges and corners of the chess pieces pressed against his Adam's apple to make him almost nauseous, and he was pressed back by the cold gaze of Wu Miserable.

"You know what to do, right?" A viper-like voice lingered in Kujo's ears, "If you get any closer to him, I'll really kill you." ”

In other scenes, Kujo would have regarded this as a threat of no misery and powerlessness, but the night was too dark and the moonlight was too cold, and he shivered uncontrollably as he looked at Mu Miao's black eyes like a bottomless pit.

He sensed that he was telling the truth.

Kujo was so shocked by the situation that he crawled into his room and sat on the tatami mat to breathe, he smiled and wanted to comfort himself that this was just a means to intimidate him, no matter what, it was impossible for him to really kill him, right?

But when he fell asleep in a daze, Kujou remembered the miserable eyes again, and then he was shocked into a cold sweat, and the next day he didn't even have time to say to Yugo and went back to Kujo's house non-stop.

He vaguely felt that Wu Miao's words were not a deterrent, but a statement of facts.

Being threatened by Heiankyo's recognized illness would not be believed by anyone, and Kujo would naturally not say it, and he himself felt ashamed

, but this time when he entered the palace and saw Youguo, Kujo felt a little unwilling and pity in his heart.

Being targeted by someone like Wu Miao, the palace division of Youguoquan is also very pitiful.

Kujou inevitably whispered to Youguo: "Youguo Quan Gongji, after the miserable body is almost recovered, you should be able to go back to the delivery house." ”

Youguo didn't answer, and after a long time he nodded slowly: "Indeed." ”

*

"No misery, when are you going to go back to the maternity house?"

When Youguo said this, he was writing with Wu Miao.

Most of the nobles of Heiankyo love vassal elegance, and it is also very necessary to write well, and Yuguo's handwriting is good enough, and now writing is actually to pass the time of boredom.

And Wu Miao is purely copying the scriptures mechanically.

Youguo's words made Wu Miao's action of copying the book pause, and he raised his head, his eyebrows tightened: "Why did you say that suddenly?" ”

Youguo looked at Wu Miao with a little surprise, he remembered that Wu Miao was obviously reluctant to come when he first came, this time he took the initiative to let Wu Miao go back, why did he still show such an expression as if he had been abandoned?

Youguo crossed his hands to support his chin, "Didn't you really want to go back before?" I can let you go back now, aren't you happy? ”

Wu Miao pursed his lips and looked away: "No." ”

Although he said no, his heart was already full of ten thousand unhappys, and the time in Youguo felt much easier than in the maternity house, and after a long time, he seemed to have completely forgotten that this was not his real home.

"Then it's time to go back." Youguo took a sip of tea with a flat face, "Your father asked me not long ago when I would let you go back. ”

After saying that, Youguo smiled again, "If you stay here any longer, I'm afraid there will be a lot of gossip." ”

Wu Miao thought to himself, why should he care about the words of some indifferent people? But reason told him that there was nothing wrong with what Youguo said.

He felt a little resentful in his heart, and seeing that Youguo was not a little reluctant to leave him, he felt that there was a fire burning in his chest.

Does Yogo like him? Wu Miao couldn't help but think, I should like it, right? Otherwise, there is no way to explain what has happened recently, but if you really like him, why can you not hesitate to say that you want him to leave?

The fire in Wumiao's heart burned him all over his body, and he instinctively blessed him

If the reason for saying this should not be his own thoughts, someone must have reminded him in his ear.

Is it his father? Wu Miao sneered in his heart, the head of the family who gave birth to the house was already full of career and family, how could there be a little gap to give him this uncompetitive son?

The curled fingers knocked on the table casually, and Wu Miao seemed to say very normally: "Okay, then let's take some time to go back." ”

Youguo nodded with satisfaction and continued to write, but Wu Miao stopped moving, he looked at Youguo who was writing with his head down, the snow-white hair was neatly combed and tied into a high bun, so Wu Miao could clearly see Youguo's white and slender neck, and the speed of his fingers tapping on the table was slightly faster, and the fluctuations in his heart were only known to him.

After I don't know how long it took for Wu Miao to lower his eyes and breathe a long sigh of relief, the fingers that knocked on the table also stopped, and Wu Miao suddenly said: "Youguo, do you want to go with me to enjoy the flowers?" ”

Youguo looked at Wu Miao, because the topic became too fast, he couldn't turn a corner, but there should be no problem in seeing Wu Miao's calm appearance, so Youguo didn't think about it, and responded to Wu Miao's invitation.

Youguo got up and patted the corner of his clothes, walked to Wu Miao, stretched out his hand and smiled: "Let's go, go enjoy the flowers." ”

Wu Miao stared at the corners of Youguo's upturned mouth for a long time, and then slowly held Youguo's fingertips,

"Hmm." Wu Miao said, "Let's go." ”

It was strange that the fire burning in his chest seemed to be extinguished again.

*

Now is the time when the cherry blossoms are blooming just right, pink petals are flying everywhere in Kyoto, and there are unexpectedly many people traveling at this time, and the two people of Mu Miao and Yuguo travel lightly in order to avoid attracting too much attention, but dressing simply does not mean that there will be less attention, who made the two of them grow one

The face of the bee attracting the butterfly.

Those who cast too many eyes were unhappy, and they subconsciously glared at those who looked at them, the shy ones had already withdrawn them, and the bold ones were still secretly looking at Wu Miao and Youguo.

The expression of no miserable irritation was written on his face, and Youguo was much more comfortable in the face of those gazes, as if he didn't feel the existence of those gazes at all, looking left and right at the roadside stalls.

Of course, Wu Miao's irritability was all taken into Youguo's sight, he poked Wu Miao's shoulder, and joked when Wu Miao looked over: "Wu Miao, I'm afraid you will receive a lot of love letters." ”

The atmosphere of this era is open, at least the aristocratic ladies do not stick to privately sending love letters to their favorite nobles, if the love is agreeable, it is even better, and the agreed password man can secretly visit the lady's boudoir in one night.

This was supposed to be a comment to prove the charm of masculinity, but he was not happy when he heard it, he turned his face and said with disgust: "It has nothing to do with me." ”

Wu Miao has been fattened and taller in the past few days in Youguo's mansion, at least not as thin and gloomy as when he first met, so that face looks even more eye-catching, delicate facial features and beautiful cat's eyes, although the eyebrows are frowning and unhappy, but Youguo seems to see a cat with bright paws.

It was hard for Youguo not to feel a sense of pity, he reached out and gently grabbed Wu Miao, and asked tenderly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Wu Miao's heart moved slightly because of Youguo's changing tone, he didn't answer, and it took a long time before he said, "It's okay." ”

In fact, Wu Miao was very irritable in his heart, and those eyes that surrounded him uprooted all the memories that Wu Miao didn't want to remember, and when he was weak and sick, and those eyes surrounded him, looking at him as if to say: It's all like this? Why hasn't he died yet?

Even though there was no such meaning in his gaze now, Wu Miao still felt pain for the gaze that was gathering towards him.

Of course, Youguo didn't think that Wu Miao was really okay if he said it was okay, he knew that Wu Miao probably didn't want to mention it, so he stopped asking no more questions, pulled Wu Miao around and stopped in front of a small stall.

Wu Miao kept his attention on Youguo holding his hand until a city maiden hat fell on his head, and the gauzy gauze curtain obscured Wu Miao's sight, and also blocked the gaze of those who looked at Wu Miao.

"How?" Youguo lifted the corner of the curtain and poked his head in, smiling lightly, "Are you comfortable now?" ”

His eyes were cut off, and the pain seemed to be cut off, and he looked straight at Youguo without misery, and time ran past his eyes bit by bit.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, and his voice was hoarse: "Hmm." ”

After bringing the female Kasa, the situation is much better, Youguo is holding him as if he is leading a puppy who follows him step by step, although he came out to enjoy the flowers, but it seems that Youguo is more immersed in it.

In the end, holding a bunch of food bought on the street, Youguo and Wu Miao returned with a full load, and before going home, Wu Miao, who had not opened his mouth much, pulled Youguo back.

The two of them stood in a quiet corner, only the petals were falling one after another, and Wu Miao was still carrying a bag of candy in his hand, which was bought by Youguo, and he joked with him when he bought it.

"I'm always so bitter, let's eat more sugar to reconcile."

Wu Miao knew that it was a joke, and he didn't like to eat these things, but looking at Youguo, he took it by surprise.

Youguo was confused by Wumiao's movements, so he stopped to look at him: "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Miao lifted the tulle of the city maiden, reached out and touched Yuguo's face, rubbing his thumb against Yuguo's smooth cheeks.

"I always have a bitter face?" Wu Miao said suddenly.

The meaning of Wu's miserable words was unclear, and Youguo couldn't figure out if he was angry for a while, so he blinked innocently and said, "You won't be angry, right?" ”

But Wu Miao said, "What do you think? ”

Youguo laughed, "You won't be angry about this. ”

Wu Miao nodded, and the thumb rubbing on Youguo's cheek had unconsciously touched the corner of Youguo's lips, and Wu Miao's fingers pushed in slightly, forcing Youguo to open his mouth.

The tip of the red tongue shrank a little in the snow-white teeth, and he didn't wait for Youguo to ask if he wanted anything

What to do, a piece of sugar was stuffed into the tip of Youguo's tongue.

Youguo subconsciously wanted to hold it, but Wumiao's fingers pushed the candy deep into Youguo's mouth, Youguo clearly felt that Wumiao's fingers moved in his mouth, Youguo couldn't help but snort and looked at Wumiao.

"You ......"

Wu Miao whispered, "Is it sweet? ”

Youguo didn't answer, because Wu Miao had already lowered his head and took his lips.

"I'll taste it."

The sound escapes between the lips and teeth, leaving only sweetness. ：，，.