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Yao Ximu said that because he was afraid of the heat, he refused to share the same bed with Yu Xingye, and insisted on sleeping on the small couch in the outer ear room.Yu Xingye knew what he was worried about, so he couldn't help laughing: "You can't trust me so much?"

"No." Yao Ximu was a little embarrassed, he was young and energetic, and he always got boobs in the morning.He hasn't been close to anyone for a long time, and he has accumulated a lot. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would have a dream, and when he wakes up, his underwear will be wet and sticky, making him blush.He suppressed himself not to think about Jiang Wanzhou, but he couldn't control his body, and he didn't know what he called or said in those embarrassing dreams.

He didn't want Yu Xingye to know about these secret matters.

When it's cold, it can still be huddled under the thick quilt, barely covering it.Now that summer is here, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is already difficult to cover yourself with a thin silk quilt, so if you wrap yourself tightly, isn't that sick?Besides, what happens after falling asleep is uncontrollable. Yao Ximu loves to sleep on the quilt. Once he woke up, he found that he was not holding the quilt, but Yu Xingye's foot, and his right leg was resting on the bed. It fell on Yu Xingye's stomach, and since then, he has been beaten to death not wanting to share the bed with Yu Xingye.

"It's just too hot." Yao Ximu lowered his eyes, trying to cover it up, picked up the pillow and walked outside.

"That's right." Throwing down the pillow, he ran back again, opened the bed curtain, and said to Yu Xingye, "My elder brother has come to Jinling." He climbed onto the bed, crossed his legs and talked to Yu Xingye in detail, At the head of the bed, looking at Yao Ximu's slender arms and legs, she made two chugs in her heart for no reason.

Until Yao Ximu held the scroll and unfolded it in front of him, Yu Xingye restrained himself, took out a night pearl from the dark drawer at the head of the bed, and read it with light.

It said that Zhu Huaijin should hide Xi Chu's proton and send a substitute back to Xi Chu.The handwriting is undoubtedly Taishi Yu's own handwriting, and his seal is stamped underneath.

"This secret letter was written by my father to Zhu Huaijin, even I don't know when it was written."

Yao Ximu was triumphant: "That's very important evidence."

"Yes, it's very important." Yu Xingye solemnly put away the leather tube, and praised: "Good job."

"I knew it!"

Yao Ximu's legs were bent, with his elbows resting on his knees. He looked as if a child had just done a good deed and was begging for a reward from an adult. Yu Xingye couldn't help but leaned forward and touched his face. Not enough, he accidentally took off Yao Ximu's mask.

Yao Ximu panicked and reached out to grab it, but Yu Xingye had already thrown the mask aside.

The soft light of Ye Mingzhu reflected on Yao Ximu's face, bright and bright, and the small fan-like eyelashes cast deep shadows on the cheeks.He was a little annoyed, and his tone unconsciously complained: "What are you doing?"

Yu Xingye stared at his black and white eyes, bright red lips, and ripples appeared in his heart that hadn't been turbulent for a long time. He faintly looked forward to the legend of happiness in the world. It wasn't until he felt boundless melancholy that he looked away, and looked at him. Put the night pearl back in the drawer.The darkness returned to the tent. In the darkness, Yu Xingye tentatively pulled Yao Ximu's hand. Yao Ximu ducked back uncomfortably, and said, "Give me back the mask."

"Let your face breathe when no one is around. If you wear this mask for a long time, you will get pimples on your face."

"A lump?" Yao Ximu was startled, and carefully groped his face, and sure enough, he felt a small bump at the tip of his brow.

"It really is." Yao Ximu touched it, feeling neither pain nor itch, although he minded, but he refused to show it, and said calmly: "Long, let's grow, anyway, I don't rely on my face for food, It doesn't matter." He crawled towards Yu Xingye, touched the mask, and put it on his face carefully.Lifting the bed curtain, he didn't forget to turn his head to say goodbye to Yu Xingye: "Young Master Yu, you sleep slowly, I'm going over."

Yu Xingye felt that he was running away too obviously, and was a little unhappy. Looking at his childish behavior, he thought that he shouldn't care too much about him.

"Oh." He sighed with laughter and anger, and cursed: "Yao Yao, you are always like this, you must make me suffer."

"What does this have to do with me?" Yao Ximu stepped on the ground with both feet, blinking his eyes, looking very innocent.

"It's okay." Yu Xingye waved his hands helplessly, "Go to sleep."

Yu Xingye was even busier, and he didn't see anyone all day long, which meant that Grand Master Yu was too busy to touch the ground.Yao Ximu didn't have to be idle, he was busy pretending to be playful, and secretly conveyed a lot of news to Yu Xingye.

Now he has a rough grasp of the news network re-established by the old members of the Qionglang Sect. They are dormant in various identities in Jinling, from the imperial palace to the vegetable market.The structure is tight, the order is well-organized, and there is a set of strict message delivery channels.Among them, Qiancao is the hub of news circulation and is arranged in Shengyuanfang.

"If it weren't for Master, I'm afraid I'd be a dead person." Qiancao pursed her lips and smiled deeply, she looked at Yao Ximu, pushed the bowl of iced sour plum soup in front of her to him, and said, "Young Master Lu's My mother is my master."

When the former members of the Qionglang Sect talked about Yu Xingye in private, they all called him Mr. Lu - before he was recognized by Grand Master Yu as his adopted son, he had always followed his mother's surname Lu.

Yao Ximu sipped his sour plum soup with his head buried, only glanced at Qiancao with his eyes, and asked vaguely, "What kind of person is your master?"

"Master?" There was a gleam of nostalgia and admiration in Chicao's coquettish eyes, but the light quickly dimmed, and she smiled slightly: "She is very good, she is a strong and gentle person."

Yao Ximu pouted, disapproving very much, would a gentle person make people take Qingling Wan?After taking it, if you don't take it on time, it will be worse than death.

Yao Ximu had already seen the horror of Qingling Pills, Qiancao couldn't go away that time, so please Yao Ximu to deliver Qingling Pills to someone.That man was a student of the Tai Academy, a sign of integrity.But when Yao Ximu saw him, he bumped his head against the wall like a madman, trembling all over, twitching and spitting out bits and pieces of white foam.

Yao Ximu jumped down from the beam, looked at his red eyes, and took a step back in shock.

When the man saw him, he didn't ask who it was, and directly yelled at him. The vicious and obscene words Yao Ximu had never heard before, after a few curses, he began to roll his eyes and cover his head.Rolling around on the floor, it was like a roar bursting out from the depths of his soul—the sound itself was very soft, but it could easily feel his pain and despair.Anyone who heard such a roar would tremble all over, as if they were standing on an icy sky, or as if they were being roasted on poisonous fire.

There is no place in the body that does not hurt, the pain penetrates to the bone marrow, to the extreme.

He stretched out his hand towards Yao Ximu, his face twisted, weeping, and the veins on his forehead bulged.The uncontrollable convulsions, twists, and struggles of his body made him look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Give it to me..." He knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yao Ximu: "Give it to me..."

Yao Ximu put Qingling Wan in front of him.

He also recognized Qinglingwan, like a thirsty dying person seeing sweet spring water.The moment he swallowed it, Yao Ximu saw the smile on his lips.

It was pure joy after precipitation of despair and pain.

It was also at that time that Yao Ximu knew why everyone wanted to get the treasure of the Qionglang Sect - with the ghost poppy in the worry-free sea, he could master the desire itself, and also have the capital to directly control people's hearts.

"No." Yu Xingye still told him: "The only thing that can control people's hearts is people's hearts."

Yao Ximu was puzzled.

"If you are really unwilling to be restrained, you will die." Yu Xingye said slowly, his voice magnetic: "People are always good at making excuses for themselves."

Yao Ximu was worried about Jiang Wanzhou, and asked, "You won't let Luomei Villa find the treasure, will you?"

"Yeah, if this continues, father will become suspicious." Yu Xingye thought for a while: "The situation in the court and China has changed, so we should speed up."

Yu Xingye had one hand behind his back, his light brown uniform was spotless, and the hydrangeas in full bloom in the courtyard were like pink, purple and light red hydrangeas.With five fingers bent inward, he clenched his fists subconsciously, as if troubled by melancholy.

"Yao Yao." Yu Xingye bent down to look at him, a lock of temple hair hanging from his forehead: "If you are worried that Young Master Jiang will be involved in the future, you can report to Jin Dacheng."

"Can I?" Yao Ximu's black and white eyes revealed a clear and agile light, sliding across Yu Xingye's face like running water: "How should I say it?"

"He is a smart man, and he has probably seen the clues these days. Just mention a few words, and we can't tell all about our plan."

"I know this!" Yao Ximu jumped up and bowed to him seriously: "Young Master Yu, thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, I'm lenient to him for your sake." Yu Xingye looked at him beaming with joy, feeling disappointed for no reason, and wanted to ask him if he still liked Jiang Wanzhou in his heart, and felt that he This is asking questions knowingly and asking for no fun.He smiled wryly in his heart: so what?What can you give him?

Yu Xingye really wanted to give him something, but after weighing it over and over in his heart for a long time, he still felt that he couldn't offer it.Yao Ximu doesn't trust and doesn't need it, this is the best. Yu Xingye knows where he is, and he doesn't want Yao Ximu to sink with him.

If Yao Ximu hadn't wanted to avenge his parents, Yu Xingye would never have involved him, let alone tell him everything about the Qionglang Sect.