Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

The crescent moon is like a hook, and it looks like a single shadow.

Tsing Yi stood quietly on the deck of the boat, looking at the drunk shadow on the roof of the boat.Mo Ling should have returned to the capital by now!I don't know if he is as depressed as Gu Shaoqing, and he uses alcohol to relieve his worries.

"Although it's summer, it's better not to stand on the bow of the boat and blow the wind at night!"

Jun Mohan's faint voice came, and a cape with the fragrance of primrose fell on Tsing Yi's shoulders.Contrary to Jun Mohan's voice, there was a sense of warmth.

"Mohan, thank you!" Tsing Yi turned around and said.

Jun Mohan raised his eyebrows, he knew that Tsing Yi was not thanking him for the cloak.

"Thank you for sending Mo Ling back to the capital. I know this makes you very embarrassed. After all, the blood feud between the Sixth Prince and you and Gu Shaoqing is already deep."

"You should thank him!"

Jun Mohan lightly embraced Tsing Yi's shoulders, and glanced at Gu Shaoqing who was drunk on the roof looking at the stars and moon.

"Hmph~ I don't think so!"

Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and withdrew her gaze from Gu Shaoqing.

If it wasn't for him, how could Ling'er leave with a broken heart, clearly liking each other, but torturing each other because of the battle of the previous generation.

"Mo Han, what would you do if I was still Feng Qingyun?" Tsing Yi asked suddenly.

Jun Mohan was taken aback, lightly poked Tsing Yi's forehead, and said with a smile: "I'm used to thinking wildly! If you were Feng Qingyun, you would still be under me! Unlike your other admirer, who kept putting himself on the boat after boarding the boat. Shut up in the room."

Tsing Yi blushed slightly with shame on her cheeks, spat on Jun Mohan, turned around and walked towards the cabin.It's just that his heart followed Jun Mohan's words and glanced at An Jing who locked himself in the room. He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that something was wrong with An Jing.

Watching Tsing Yi return to the cabin, Jun Mohan didn't follow immediately, but looked up at a black cloud with a closed moon that floated over at unknown time, his smile turned cold.

"Do you regret it?" Jun Mohan said softly.

"This is great!" Gu Shaoqing's slightly drunken voice came from the roof.

Jun Mohan shook his head, then turned around and walked towards the cabin.Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, Jun Mohan swayed, and there was a handful of darts in his hand, with a note tied to the end of the dart.

At the same time, the wine jar in Gu Shaoqing's hand had already shot towards the direction the dart came from.

"Already escaped!" Gu Shaoqing jumped off the roof of the boat.

In response, Jun Mohan opened the note on the dart in his hand, took a look at it with the faint light of the bow, and the smile in his eyes darkened.

"Master, right protector!" Xiang'er and Yingniao appeared on the deck slowly.

"It's okay, step back!" Jun Mohan said quietly, and handed the note in his hand to Gu Shaoqing. "The person just now had no murderous intent, that's why he was able to get close to here. It seems that someone is secretly helping us."

Gu Shaoqing nodded, and replied with a slightly drunken smell: "At the same time, there are people who are going to lose their temper!"

Jun Mohan smiled and said nothing, and he threw the dart in his hand into the seemingly calm river.

"Hehe~~ I didn't expect to be here~ It's really lively!"

Gu Shaoqing followed the voice and saw Anjing and Yingniao who had been staying in their room and walked out, with a smile in their eyes, patted Jun Mohan on the shoulder and walked towards the cabin.

When passing by Anjing, Gu Shaoqing suddenly paused and said jokingly, "Be careful he bites, it hurts! Haha~~"

Yasui didn't take Gu Shaoqing's jokes to heart, and he didn't even look at Gu Shaoqing. He has been staying in his room for the past few days, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. To him, Gu Shaoqing is nothing but He is a poor man who is also a fallen man in the world.

Jun Mohan glanced at An Jing, and said quietly: "It's rare that Mr. An will come out to get some air, I thought you wouldn't leave the room until you got off the boat."

"Hehe~~ It's just that there are some things that need to be figured out. Besides, if I don't come out, won't some people get their wish, what do you think?" Anjing paced to the edge of the deck, and stood side by side with Jun Mohan three meters away. .With slanted eyes and raised eyebrows, Jun Mohan would be displeased because of his words.

It's a pity that he didn't see a strange expression on Jun Mohan's face, but was a little agitated by Jun Mohan's faint laughter.

Hmph~ Isn't it just pretending to be gentle and considerate? Starting from today, he, Yasui, will also do it. He doesn't believe that the seven or eight years of friendship between himself and Tsing Yi is not worth the few months of Jun Mohan's friendship.Anjing scratched his nose at Jun Mohan's smile.

"That's true! But," Jun Mohan restrained his smile, turned to look at An Jing and continued, "You should understand that you will stay with Tsing Yi just because I don't want him to be unhappy, so, for this, you should thank me, Thank you for letting you stay with him."

Anjing's prepared complacency was instantly shattered by Jun Mohan, the smile on his lips froze, and slowly turned into anger, his true nature was undoubtedly revealed.

"Huh! Is that so? Master Jun is really "open-minded"! However, I really want to thank you, thank you for telling me about your weaknesses!" Anjing gritted his teeth and endured. Tsing Yi will only belong to him alone.

Jun Mohan was taken aback, although he knew little about An Jing, but he really didn't expect that he could really bear it so far and maintain reason for his own words.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Jun Mohan returned to his indifferent appearance, smiled slightly and said softly: "It seems that Mr. An is planning to linger to the end, but, do you know?"

Jun Mohan approached Anjing two steps, leaned close to Anjing's ear and said softly: "Qingyi is now living in my room!"

After finishing speaking, Jun Mohan smiled meaningfully and walked towards the cabin. As soon as he entered the cabin, he heard a bang from outside.

Looking back, under the hazy moonlight, Yasui was retracting the hand that punched the ship's side.

Just now An Jing was indeed right, his move to keep An Jing was undoubtedly telling the other party that Tsing Yi was his weakness.And keeping An Jing was undoubtedly a grain of sand in his eyes, but he had to keep An Jing.

"You should thank me for allowing you to stay by his side!"

Jun Mohan's voice kept ringing in Anjing's ears, as if haunted by a ghost, making him linger.

He should indeed thank Jun Mohan for letting him stay, but he didn't want to thank an enemy, even if he helped him.Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi can only be his, even if it is first come, first served, it will not be Jun Mohan's turn.

"You guys forced me! You guys forced me!...Jun Mohan, I will make you regret it!" Anjing murmured softly.

Several punches hit the ship's side in a row, and Yasui's fingers were pierced by a few wooden thorns, bleeding profusely.He finally understood a little bit why Gu Shaoqing had been drinking since he got on the boat.

It's just that he won't drink away his worries anymore, he wants to make all of them regret that Tsing Yi can only belong to him alone.

Sighing, Gu Shaoqing, who was hiding in the dark, watched Yasui slump and sit on the deck unwillingly. He shook his head and silently turned over with a jar of wine in his arms and jumped up to the viewing pavilion on the second floor of the boat.

What qualifications does he have to sympathize with Yasui, he still persists for the person he likes even though the road ahead is difficult, but he only pushes the person he likes away.

"Ling'er, what are you doing? Do you hate me?" Gu Shaoqing took two sips of wine, looking at the hazy new moon and whispering.

It was deep at night, but a window in the backyard of the capital's palace was still lit by candlelight. A thin and petite figure under the window porch was pale and dazed, holding a strand of black hair tightly in his hand.