cold moon is king

Early in the morning, the sky was gray and blue, and the cold wind was blowing on people's faces, which made Shi Xing wake up immediately from his hazy drowsiness. He leaned on Ling Yun's horse and yawned lazily, "Hey, Your Highness You are in such a hurry to chase after your daughter-in-law."

Lu Jinyin glanced at him, then turned his back to Shi Xing, "You homeless people won't understand."

Master Star: "..."

Ling Yun coughed lightly, "It's you, not you guys."

Ling Yun sneaked a glance at Gu Chengan who was on the horse next to him, and there was a burst of steaming enthusiasm on his face. Gu Chengan looked at Shi Xing quietly, and said with a sneer: "After so many years of marching and fighting, I can't even ride a horse."

Master Star: "..."

Lu Jinyin rubbed his temples, always felt that it was a mistake for him to bring these people, Gu Chengan suddenly said: "Your Highness, have you taken your medicine?"

Lu Jinyin responded, "Eat."

The group of them waited for a long time at the gate of the First Prince's Mansion, but the First Prince hadn't come out yet, the butler was sweating coldly and could only smile: "This old slave will go and urge His Highness the First Prince."

Lu Jinyin frowned and raised his chin towards the door, "No, they're coming out."

Lu Jinyin expected Lou Yao to follow the eldest prince, but what he didn't expect was that the two of them could be so awkward. Lou Yao appeared at the gate with an unknown object in his arms, and the housekeeper immediately led the horse to Lou Yao. Holding the hand in his hand, he lowered his voice, "Is Your Highness still asleep?"

Lou Yao covered the face of the man in the cloak with his hand, "Well, let's prepare the carriage."

After a while, the housekeeper pulled out a carriage from the backyard, Gu Chengan immediately said to Shi Xing when he saw this, "Go down, if you don't know how to ride a horse, go with the eldest prince in a carriage."

Upon hearing this, Shi Xing hugged Ling Yun's waist intentionally, shook his head and said, "Ling Yun is reluctant to part with me."

Ling Yun scratched his neck, and said in a low voice: "How about, brother, you'd better take the carriage with the eldest prince, I want to ride with the ancient miracle doctor."

Shi Xing looked at Ling Yun bitterly for a while, then said oh, turned over and climbed off the horse awkwardly, he looked at the couple, but he and Lu Jinyin were alone, he sympathized Looking at Lu Jinyin, he gave a strange smile, and got into the carriage. Lu Jinyin was sympathized for no reason, and his face turned pale. Seeing this, the servant quickly climbed into the carriage and drove. Lu Jinyin turned his head and took a deep breath. "Let's go."

Although the carriage was luxurious, it was still quite bumpy. There was a thick blanket inside. Lou Yao sat on the blanket and hugged the person in his arms. Shi Xing was not at all embarrassed as the one who rubbed against the carriage. The back was spread out, and the blanket was big enough to cover the carriage. He lay down on the blanket and yawned, "You haven't gone back for so many years, and once you go back, you will bring your wife with you. This surprise is enough." big."

Lou Yao pulled the hat on the cloak to keep out the cold air and noise as much as possible, "I didn't expect that I would go back one day."

The corner of Shi Xing's mouth curled up, he looked at the ball in his arms jokingly, and sighed: "You are also good enough, you can eat this kind of spicy food, you are not afraid of stomachache."

"I heard that there are no servants in the First Prince's Mansion recently? Your credit?" Shi Xing rubbed his chin, "What's the matter, Lou Yao, did you change your nature and go to the First Prince's Mansion to become a bodhisattva?"

Lou Yao said: "You might as well take care of yourself, when Chu Yueming sees you going with the prince, what do you think he will do?"

Just at this time, the group in his arms suddenly muttered in dissatisfaction, Lou Yao patted the group's back comfortingly, and lowered his voice: "I don't know how it feels to be cheated by the two closest people at the same time, for sure. It's ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, sour."

Shi Xing curled his lips, "This is something that must be experienced in life, and it is also a kind of experience for Yueming. Besides, I was not the one who lied to him. I have nothing to do with the entanglement between them."

The ball in Lou Yao's arms finally moved, and he grabbed Lou Yao's collar tightly, his voice was hoarse and dry, and he pulled hard, which made people's throat sharp and painful, "It's so noisy."

Shi Xing immediately fell silent when he heard the voice, he looked at Lou Yao in disbelief, his eyes were full of accusations, Lou Yao met his gaze calmly, and softened his voice, "Well, don't talk, you can sleep for a while .”

Shi Xing was so numb by them that he gasped, and put his hands on his eyes.

The Wen Mansion was different from the desertedness of the past, the servants and shadow guards all ran to the backyard, surrounded by a few men, the man in the middle had pale temples, leaned on a sandalwood walking stick, and had gloomy, cloudy eyes. The people outside stared at him coldly, his voice trembling, revealing his anger, "You can't do this."

Wen Lingxuan's dark pupils imprinted on the old face of the village chief, and he said coldly: "You are old, you should leave these things alone."

The old village chief's cheeks twitched slightly, his thin fingers tightened his crutches, and he slammed on the ground. He was so excited that he coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs, and his whole body went limp. A man quickly mixed him up, and the shadow guard stood in front of the man tightly, but still did not stop the old village chief from asking hoarsely, "You are killing your brothers!"

"You have to fish him out!"

Wen Lingxuan's gentle and fair face suddenly contorted for a moment, and said with a sneer, "What's the use of taking it out? The stuff that came out of his small restaurant, you can take it back without being too dirty."

The old village chief's shriveled chest heaved violently, staring at Wen Lingxuan with red eyes, and lowered his voice, "No matter what, he is also a direct descendant of Emperor Yuan'an."

Wen Lingxuan clenched his hands behind his back, the veins on his hands were exposed, and the sharp pain from the nail pinching in his palms made him suppress the anger in his chest, Shen Miao, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly walked away. "I can fish him out."

Wen Lingxuan suddenly raised his eyes to look at Shen Miao, his expression was a moment of astonishment, his lips moved, but before he could speak, Shiqi gritted his teeth and glared at Shen Miao, "Traitor!"

Wen Lingxuan frowned tightly, and rarely reprimanded Shiqi, Shen Miao pursed his lips, and did not look at Shiqi who was full of anger, as if he did not hear the scolding, he said in a deep voice: "But, Lan Ming I want to live in Wenfu."

As soon as the old village chief's expression relaxed, he tensed up again, and he said anxiously: "No!"

"You have sent someone to assassinate him, how can we trust that you will treat him well?"

Shen Miao cleared his throat and tried hard to recall the contents of the letter, but his silence became unfathomable in the eyes of these people, and he couldn't help but feel panicked. Finally, Shen Miao remembered, he let out a breath, He said: "Since I can bring him out, I can also go in and kill him. The Lu family happened to protect the first time, so why would they focus on protecting a remnant of the previous dynasty for the second time? But I won't do that, you guys?" Forget, I am from the Shen family."

The old village chief's expression was slightly condensed, and he glanced at him suspiciously, "Of course I believe you, but I think it would be better to send that one to us."

Shen Miao turned cold when he heard the words, "I said I would protect him and I would protect him. If you don't believe me, go and fish it yourself."

Of course the old village chief couldn't do it, his old face like wrinkled bark was gloomy and calm, he was silent for a long time before he uttered a few words, "Okay, but I also want to live here."

Wen Lingxuan heard his molars grinding and creaking, his cheeks were tense, and his nerves were throbbing. He suddenly relaxed, and slowly exhaled, "Yes."

A round of moon rises into the sky, the night in the palace always seems to be colder than outside the palace, the decorations in the room are in every possible way, a single candle flickers, the man is deeply immersed in the dim candlelight, holding the A chess piece, the chess game in front of him is at an end, but he still thinks hard for a long time before dropping it. The person opposite him laughed, put the chess piece on the board, and said with a smile: "Aiqing, you lost."

Lan Ming sighed, "Yes, I am willing to admit defeat."

Lu Anyan shook the hairpin in his hand, "Then it belongs to me."

Lan Ming smiled and said, "Naturally."

The scene in front of him was gradually blurred, and he thought of a glimpse in his long memory. The man was leaning against the attic, the fan in his hand fluttering against his chest, his black hair was hanging lazily on his shoulders, and his thick eyelashes were closed. He frowned slightly, and the melancholy seemed to overflow from the point between the eyebrows.

The man's hairpin suddenly fell in front of him. It couldn't be said to be deliberate, but it was too coincidental. When he picked up the hairpin, the man looked at him with his face resting on the back of his hand, and waited for the man to open it. When he opened his mouth, he realized that the man was a man. He couldn't hide his disappointment and handed the hairpin to the waiter in the shop, but the man went downstairs to thank him in person.

He quickly lowered his eyes,

Pulling his emotions out of his memory, he rubbed the center of his brows tiredly. Lu Anyan was very sensible and didn't force him to do anything. He tidied up his clothes and said softly: "I'm gone, come see me some other day you."

Lan Ming was relieved to send the emperor away. The palace wall in front of him was as high as two people, and the sky surrounded by it seemed much darker than the outside. He stood in front of the door for a long time, and it was often windy in late autumn nights. Thin, making the figure even more bleak, but he didn't realize it. He stared at the moon in a daze, and the confusion in his heart floated out. Is it worth it for him to do so?

But he had no choice.

The Fengyue Pavilion has trained him for so many years, in order to be able to use him for a day, others can do it, why do they have to shirk when they come to him?

What's more, it was proposed by that person.

His face was pale, his crow-black eyelashes cast a faint shadow, he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, his palms were spread open, covered with cold moonlight, his palm lines were chaotically split, it was a rare lonely and short-lived, he saw After a while, he put away his palms and laughed at himself, if he was really lonely and short-lived, it would be fine.

"How long do you want to stand here?"

Lan Ming heard a strange male voice, raised his head suspiciously, there was a man squatting on the tree in the courtyard, very strange, the man curled his lips, jumped down from the tree, and landed firmly in front of Lan Ming, the man turned around , facing him with a solid back, said: "Follow me."

Lan Ming froze for a moment, took half a step back, and heard a man's impatient voice, "Why, do you really want to be a concubine?"

Lan Ming was silent for a while, and climbed onto the man's back.

The man was running in the night wind, and Lan Ming watched the familiar buildings pass by one by one. He whispered, "Didn't Bailifei ask you to come here?"

"No," the man suddenly paused, "Forget it, you can treat it as him."

Lan Ming's heart suddenly tensed up. He leaned on the man's shoulder, swallowing all the questions in his throat. The wind made his robes rattle. The houses below looked more and more familiar, and he frowned. Eyebrow, with an ugly face, said: "Are you from the Wen family?"

The man coughed, "I'm Shen Miao, you don't have to be afraid of me."

Shen Miao took out a hairpin from his bosom and handed it behind him. When Lan Ming saw it clearly, his eyes suddenly blurred. His fingertips trembled, and the hairpin, which was still warm with Shen Miao's body temperature, was warm, and his lips curled up halfway. "Okay, I see, what do you want me to do?"

Shen Miao hissed, and couldn't remember the content of the letter again. He held back for a while before opening his mouth: "Well... I'll tell you tomorrow."