Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Before the voice of this sentence fell, and Zhui Yue had no time to respond, she heard a calm and steady voice from inside the house: "Since you are back, come in."

Jiang Luoyu stood behind the table with his back to the door, and when he heard the footsteps behind him gradually approaching, he uttered a voice of surprise: "This is

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He turned his head, just in time to see Murong Hao pick up the white jade badge on the table, frowning and looking at it carefully, and recalling everything that Princess Liyang said to him, his expression darkened: "As you saw .”

Murong Hao looked at it for a while, put down the jade badge in his hand, looked at Jiang Luoyu who was standing not far away, his face was half bright and half dark, and couldn't help but said: "You—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door not far away.

Jiang Luoyu turned her eyes and looked at the half-opened door: "Come in."

Mian Xing stepped in, with a troubled look on his face, and he didn't even lift his head after entering the room, but his tone was troubled: "My lord, just now came the news from the Hanjiang Pavilion, after tomorrow's court, the eighth prince wants to see you .”

"Want to see me?" Hearing that Ye Xu wanted to see her, Jiang Luoyu frowned slightly, thinking about what happened yesterday, and the messy flesh and blood in the clan's mansion. "I'm afraid it's not for seeing me, but for Nan Jinglong's affairs... If you call him back, I will definitely come, and I hope he won't miss the appointment."

After saying this, he stepped forward a few steps to the side of the man in white, looked into his eyes with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Zhaomin, tomorrow you will be together."

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According to Pai Se's eyes, he looked up at him fixedly, his eyes seemed to contain bottomless feelings: "I'll go with you." Hearing his hasty reply, Jiang Luoyu's heart suddenly sweetened, and her face The smile on his face became a little more natural, and he raised his hand to stroke the hair on his cheek, and said with a pointed smile: "So anxious, could it be...worried about me?"

"You're always like this." In the darkness, Murong Haozai looked at him carefully—the snow-colored cheeks, the shining eyes under the black eyelashes, the thin red lips, and the words seemed to contain deeper bitterness With nostalgia, slender fingers gently brushed those black eyes, "Every time I see...every time, I want to be hidden."

"You want to hide me?" He had never heard such love words before, and the smile on Jiang Luoyu's lips deepened. When it was hard to hide the bitterness, it felt sweet and bitter, "That's not okay, I still have a lot of things to do..."

This time, the man in white didn't answer, but just stared at him steadily. After looking at him for a long time, the slender hand wanted to withdraw, but before he could move, Jiang Luoyu raised his hand and clenched it tightly, and gently pressed it against him again. On the cheek, feel the curvature of the thin red lips in the dark.

"When it's done..." Jiang Luoyu uttered words very slowly, but her eyes were extremely sincere. While speaking in a low voice, she leaned her body and half leaned on his shoulder, her voice was very low, as if floating in an unknown place, "If you treat me better, maybe I will let you hide if my heart softens."

After watching Sleeping Star leave by month by month, he stood alone outside and didn't hear any sound in the room behind him for a long time. He couldn't help but rubbed his eyes and looked back, only to see the thin window reflected by the candlelight. The two shadows were slowly merging into one, their arms raised and twined like flower vines, and the candle in front of the window went out with a puff after a while.

The big servant girl was stunned, she finally came back to her senses, her face was as red as an apple, and she couldn't move at the same place, until the house not far away seemed to think of a soft voice, and seemed to have a little warmth. Only after hearing the ambiguous sound did she hastily clutch her cheeks and ran out of the yard, disappearing in a flash.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the second day, on the street next to the Prince's Mansion, a young man dressed in green clothes and casual clothes led two servants, dressed as noble sons, holding a folding fan, and walked towards Hanjiang Pavilion, which was a few streets away, with a smile on his face. While walking and shopping, when passing by the noodle seller's stall, he couldn't help but lower his body to look at it for a long time before continuing to move forward.

Mian Xing looked helplessly at her eldest son, and for some reason suddenly became interested. She woke up early in the morning and wanted to go for a stroll before going to Hanjiang Pavilion. Murong Hao's eyes were soft, and he knew that the "hide" words yesterday had stimulated Jiang Luoyu, which made him be generous with Jiang Xiong this morning, and come out to hang out like an ordinary son of a wealthy family.

fair enough--

The man in white stood in the early morning sun, staring fixedly at the man not far away who was looking down at the face with a smile on his face, his eyes filled with layers of tenderness and nostalgia that could not be concealed.

After that meeting in the carriage, until this morning, he was finally able to see the person smiling naturally in the sunlight, not the person who was stuck to his cheeks like a mask.

And can he hope that one day - this smile will be completely his own.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help trembling physically and mentally, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Luoyu negotiated with the boss of the noodle shop and paid the bill, and asked Mian Xing who was by her side to wrap up the noodle shop, planning to let Mian Xing take it back to Bibo Garden and share it with Zhuyue and the others. Turning around, I saw the man in white standing under the corner of the wall. After noticing his gaze, he had no time to conceal the affectionate and gentle man in his brows, and squinted his eyes.

"Zhaomin?"

Hearing his voice, the man in white came forward slowly, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, still as silent as when he first met, but the temperature from his fingertips was no longer indifferent.

Jiang Luoyu held his hand behind his back, looking at the bustling street in front of him, all kinds of people passed by him, and heard the small vendor selling candied haws noodles and fried cakes shouting at the top of his voice, but only I could hear the person's shallow breathing—so soft, but it seemed to be blowing into my heart.

"Let's go."

Hearing his words, the man in white blinked his eyes, but suddenly lowered his head, taking advantage of the sleeping star next to him not paying attention, he lowered his head and kissed his thin red lips, his voice was low, as if from Accumulated in the throat.

"it is good."

When I walked into Hanjiang Pavilion, it was already noon.

Hanjiang Pavilion is the first teahouse in Kyoto, and the food and drink are first-class. If no one makes a reservation at noon, both the lobby and the elegant rooms above it will be crowded, and the voice of the waiter who serves the food is constantly in the building Echoing, the aroma of food wafts in the air, tempting people to twitch their index fingers.

Jiang Luoyu walked to the top floor, and when he pushed the door open, he could already smell the smell of food inside. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the man in white who was following him. The hand that wasn't holding the folding fan suddenly grabbed the hand. The slender fingers in the man's sleeves pulled him forward

Entered the door.

Meng Jiuqian watched Jiang Luoyu lead the people in, and winked at Xiao Er who was beside him. Xiao Er bowed his head and closed the carved door, and stood in front of the door with his back on his back, waiting for orders.

Beside the table by the window, in front of the brightly colored and steaming dishes, Ye Xutong was dressed in purple casual clothes, half leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, his ivory chopsticks leaning against his hand, until he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the door , then slowly opened his eyes and looked at the several screens that were opened.

From the graceful peony to the elegant pear blossom, a piece of cyan clothes was exposed from behind the screen. Ye Xu just smiled, but the next moment he saw Jiang Luoyu holding the hand of the person behind him, walking calmly and leisurely When he came in, his lips froze a little, and his fingers trembled.

Stepping into the door and seeing Ye Xu, Jiang Luoyu let go of the hand of the person behind him, and said with a smile, "Young Master Ye, long time see you."

Ye Xu watched him let go of his hand, and the expression on his face eased a little bit, but his expression was still not very good-looking, and he fixed his eyes on the man in white, as if he was a little wary: "Who is this?"

"Zhaomin, salute Mr. Ye." Jiang Luoyu heard his tone a little aggressive, but didn't take it seriously, turned to look at the man in white with a smile, raised his hand and squeezed his wrist, and then put away the folding fan in his hand , said to Ye Xu with a little embarrassment, "This is my Mrs. Min."

When Ye Xu heard this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, but he hid it well.

"He can't hide it from anyone, and he can't hide it from me." Ye Xu stood up, looked at Jiang Luoyu with burning eyes, and when he turned to Murong Hao behind him, it instantly turned into a flame, as if it was hatred or jealousy , and the tone was also very low, "I have been acting as a twin for so many years, whether he is a twin or a man, this temple is not blind."

Jiang Luoyu seemed to realize that his tone was wrong at this time, the complex look in the black jade-like eyes flashed past, the smile also faded, and he took a few steps forward, right across Ye Xu and Murong Hao In the middle, he blocked his gaze: "Young master Ye is really angry, and I don't know why?"

Seeing him about to protect the man in white, Ye Xu's eyes unconsciously became a little more painful. Thinking about his own thoughts, and seeing Jiang Luoyu's suspicious face, he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. He remembered the first time the two met in the county palace, the person in front of him was smiling and talking to him, and he also remembered the appearance of the two of them, one on the tree and the other under the tree.

The astonishment in Chaoxi's paintings, the vigilance in discussions, the meeting in the Hanjiang Pavilion, the conversation on the Wupeng boat... I couldn't help being moved, but why was he indifferent?

"You... don't you know?"

"Me?" Jiang Luoyu could not help but sigh secretly as she saw a trace of admiration in his eyes, clenched the folding fan with her fingers, picked up the wine glass on the table casually, raised her wrist and said softly, "If there is something wrong with Luoyu , Offended Mr. Ye, Luo Yu apologized with a glass of water and wine, and hoped Mr. Ye would forgive Luo Yu for his disrespect."