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In the early morning of this day, Yao Ximu lay on the bed, waking up early habitually, because she was greedy for the warmth and comfort of the quilt, she didn't want to get up so early.Half awake and half asleep, he squinted his eyes, rubbed his cheeks against the pillow, and thought to himself: I have avenged my revenge, and I am not number one in the world, so why do I have to get up early to practice martial arts?

Just when he was confused, a series of footsteps sounded from far and near, Yao Ximu had no time to distinguish who it was, and heard the sound of the door.He curled up between the quilts, motionless, just pretending to sleep.He felt a breeze blowing in front of him, someone lifted the bed curtain, Yao Ximu didn't open his eyes, he knew it was Jiang Wanzhou who came.

Jiang Wanzhou's tall body stood in front of his bed, bent down, and looked at Yao Ximu's face carefully. He was so close that Yao Ximu could feel his breath.

Yao Ximu couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so she had to get up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, hugged the quilt as if nothing had happened, leaned back against the head of the bed, and yawned: "You're back."

His avoidance was too obvious, which made Jiang Wanzhou a little unhappy, but Jiang Wanzhou thought about treating him well now, so he didn't show this little unhappiness.He only pulled his right hand under the quilt, and asked softly, "Is your hand healed?"

Yao Ximu's long hair hangs down her cheeks and hangs over her shoulders. It is as black as a crow's feather, and her complexion is pink and blush.He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wanzhou in a daze. Because his eyes were squinted, the tails of his eyes looked very long, and they were slightly reddened, as if wearing residual makeup.Yao Ximu didn't realize how charming he was in Jiang Wanzhou's eyes, so he replied casually, "I'm going to be able to dance swords soon."

"Really?" Jiang Wanzhou raised his tone slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his chin with his hand, and asked, "That means he can also write? Why did I write so many letters to you, and you just wrote one letter?" Didn't call me back?"

Yao Ximu didn't like his dominant action very much, so he clapped his hands open immediately and said, "Your eagle is going to peck me, I dare not tie it up."

Jiang Wanzhou was a little dissatisfied, but her fingers landed on his hair, stroking gently: "You can be tied up by someone else, Zhuifeng knows your senior brother."

"Well, you are very busy in Jinling, so I won't make trouble for you."

"It's not really a mess for me." Jiang Wanzhou smiled and rubbed his ears: "Are you lazy?"

Yao Ximu squinted his eyes and yawned again, slumped his shoulders and shrank under the quilt, muttering: "I'm so sleepy, I still need to sleep, don't bother me."

His words to drive away the guests were so straightforward that Jiang Wanzhou had no choice but to let him go and stood in front of his bed for a moment.I wanted to say something more to him, but seeing his lazy appearance, I didn't know how to speak.He thought of Yao Ximu in the past, he always got up very early, he had to practice and cook, he was lively and noisy, often he hadn't woken up yet, he was already guarding the bed, his energy seemed to be endless , but now he has become such a heartless and lazy look.Jiang Wanzhou gritted her teeth in a complicated mood, let him go to sleep late, walked out of the room by herself, turned her head unwillingly and said, "You will wake up later, and you will not be here anymore. I have something good for you."

Yao Ximu didn't listen to his words at all. In the afternoon, Lin Shuyu gave him a box of rouge ointment and asked him to send it to Ran Ying in Weixiao Juli.Yao Ximu agreed, took the rouge and went for a stroll.

Walking to the door, just as Bolu was going out, Yao Ximu handed the rouge to Bolu, turned around and left.

Bolu hastily held him back: "Leave as you say, it's so easy to come here, go in quickly."

"No." Yao Ximu shook his head, and took a step back with a smile: "Brother is waiting for me to go back at the back mountain."

"Come in with me." Bo Lu feigned anger, and could not help but pull him in, her tone was still gentle and amiable: "The young master has been fidgeting since he came back, and if he doesn't mention it, I know that he is waiting for you. "

Yao Ximu felt a little funny, and said softly: "He is willing to wait, what does it have to do with me?"

Bo Lu stared at him for a moment as if he didn't know him, then let go of his hand that was holding him tightly, and said in a distraught voice: "Brother, I don't know what happened to you outside, but no matter what, You and the young master won't be in trouble like this."

"We didn't quarrel, you misunderstood. The young master said before that without his permission, I can't enter the unexcused house without permission. I was afraid of being beaten, and now I don't even have to be beaten. Let's stop here." Yao Ximu He said a few jokes, but countless scenes flashed through his mind. He remembered the days and nights when Jiang Wanzhou imprisoned himself in the bedroom, and Jiang Wanzhou's sword pierced Yu Xingye's chest. The freeze frame was Yu Xingye jumping into the waves.His mind seemed to be blocked by a cloud that was gradually enlarging. Yao Ximu became confused. He shook his head, fearing that he would make a fool of himself on the spot. He just wanted to go back to the back mountain and said to Bolu, "Sister Bolu ,I am leaving."

After saying this, he turned around to leave, but suddenly felt the wind whistling behind him, and then he tightened his collar, but it was Jiang Wanzhou who rushed out, took Yao Ximu and turned back, making him turn and face Own.

Jiang Wanzhou was wearing a moon-white plain brocade gown. Even in his own home, he didn't look casual, and the belts were neatly tied without any mess.

"Since you're here, why are you leaving?"

Yao Ximu's mind was almost congested, and he stuttered and asked, "...No, don't leave, what can we do?"

"Practice sword with me, come!" Jiang Wanzhou took his right hand with great interest, and took it straight to her room: "Now that your hand is ready, you must never leave your sword skills behind, you must practice diligently. Haven't you always wanted Twilight? Take it."

That's right, Yao Ximu remembered—his dawn fell into the rolling waves along with Xingye, and disappeared without a trace.

Yao Ximu took the evening thrown by Jiang Wanzhou in a daze, drew his sword out of its sheath in a "swipe", stared at the sharp tip of the sword in the evening, and fell into a daze without warning.

Jiang Wanzhou was unaware of his daze, and only believed that he was dizzy with joy after getting the dusk.The corners of Jiang Wanzhou's mouth raised, feeling that she had finally done a good thing—how long has Yao Ximu thought about this sword?He had been beaten and scolded so much by himself just to take a sneak peek, but now that he finally became his own, he must be so happy that he became such an idiot.

Jiang Wanzhou waited for Yao Ximu to raise her head joyfully, and smiled sweetly at herself.However, he waited for a while, Yao Ximu just stared at the tip of the sword, motionless.

Jiang Wanzhou raised her eyebrows, and slowly pulled out Yueying, wanting to play with Yao Ximu.

"Xi Mu, let's see how many moves you can do against me now?"

Moon Shadow unsheathed, showing her sharpness.Yao Xi didn't evade at dusk, but Jiang Wanzhou just thought he had a back hand, and walked away without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, when the sword came in front of him, he still maintained the posture he had just moved, his eyes were dull, and he was no longer as bright as before.

Jiang Wanzhou froze and stopped in vain, but the distance was too close, and the sharp sword energy still cut Yao Ximu's left arm.

--laugh.

Blood quickly stained Yao Ximu's sleeves red.

"Bang Dang." Dusk fell to the ground.

The pain awakened Yao Ximu, he looked up at Jiang Wanzhou who was close at hand with a confused face, and then looked down at his blood-stained sleeves, as if he had recovered.He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, he just covered his wound indifferently, bowed his head and wanted to leave.

"Xi Mu." Jiang Wanzhou rushed to stop him in front of him, pulled his arm guiltily, pulled off his sleeves, and looked at the injury: "I didn't mean to hurt you, let me see if it's okay?"

"It doesn't matter." After saying these three words, Yao Ximu paused, and slowly retracted his hand: "I'm used to it."

Jiang Wanzhou took a deep breath, only to feel that every word he said was like a knife, every knife pierced into his heart, and he must make his heart hurt.

"I said I didn't mean to hurt you, who are you showing this to?"

Frowning his eyebrows, he hugged Yao Ximu involuntarily, and sent him back to Houshan Yaolu silently and quickly.

Lin Shuyu carefully bandaged Yao Ximu's wound, Jiang Wanzhou looked away from his pale arm, guilt gnawed at his heart, he thought angrily: Why didn't Yao Ximu hide, why didn't he hide on purpose? Do you want me to feel sorry for you when you get hit by a sword?

During this process, Yao Ximu never said a word, he looked straight ahead, blinked, his eyelashes fluttered, silly and obedient.His eyes seemed to be on Lin Shuyu's body, or behind Lin Shuyu, and more like not falling on any place.

Jiang Wanzhou looked back and forth between Lin Shuyu and Yao Ximu twice, feeling more and more suspicious in his heart. He leaned forward and put his arms around Yao Ximu's shoulders. Yao Ximu didn't respond, and leaned against him in his arms.

"What's wrong with him? He didn't speak or respond."

Lin Shuyu handed the clothes he had changed to Ada who was standing aside, seeing Yao Ximu's black and white eyeballs turned into lifeless black and white jade beads, he couldn't help but sighed, and followed Jiang Wanzhou slowly explained: "After the young master sent him off that day, he became like this. At first he didn't eat or drink all day long, just like this, he could be stupid for a day. It's much better now, but his brain is often Confused, unconsciously going to be dazed again."

"How did this happen? Why didn't he tell me?" Jiang Wanzhou looked down at Yao Ximu, and hugged him tightly in distress.Regretted: "After I sent him back, I shouldn't have returned to Jinling. I should have been here with him. Maybe he wouldn't have become like this with me."

Lin Shuyu didn't talk to her, thinking that Jiang Wanzhou was being self-indulgent, and it didn't make any difference whether he was there or not. Yao Ximu's illness was not caused by him, and naturally it wouldn't be cured by him.But he didn't dare to say what was in his heart, so he lowered his voice and said, "I'm treating him with needle stones, and it will make him feel better."

After saying that, he asked Jiang Wanzhou to support Yao Ximu, pushed back the hair on the back of his neck, held the long needle, and stabbed it accurately at his acupuncture points.The injection really worked. Yao Ximu groaned, raised his head, and met Jiang Wanzhou's eyes unexpectedly.

Naturally, Lin Shuyu didn't want to be an eyesore at this time, so she went out quietly, leaving the two of them to continue staring.