Rebirth of Ruo Xiyan

The mahogany table top is very tidy, a few thin volumes are placed aside, the writing brush is still on the inkstone, the ink has already dried up.There is a small half cup of Longjing in the teacup, although the white mist has dissipated, but the faint fragrance is still there.

Shumo stood by the window and looked at the closed door in the distance, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes were extremely clear, his fair cheeks were like natural jade, without any blemish, and his lips were as rosy as vermilion.There is a faint trace of sadness between the exquisite brows.

The slender onion finger is caressing by the window, the finger pulp is round without a thin callus.Shu Mo sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards the table, Mo's hair fluttered in the wind and fell on his chest, adding a third of softness.

Shumo raised his hand and randomly took a volume from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and looked at the flowing fonts on it, with a hint of a smile on his face.

At that time, Jing Cheng was not yet an official, and his temper was still very lively. He often liked to take him out to the market. After Jing Cheng's mother passed away, his temper became more dull, and it changed a lot when he entered the court. .

Shumo's fingertips paused slightly, maybe he shouldn't have watched Jing Cheng walk into the imperial examination room back then, but that was Jing Cheng's wish, and could he stop him?

The door was pushed open softly, Shumo looked at Jing Cheng who was wearing court clothes, and walked forward with a slight smile.

"Why are you here?" Seeing Shumo's bright face, Jing Cheng frowned. He turned sideways and gave the attendant by the door a cold look. Didn't he ask the attendant to tell Shumo to wait outside the door? Mo entered his study.

The attendant lowered his head slightly, how can a lowly person like Mr. Lin's prominent status be able to stop him.

Jing Cheng looked at the thin booklet in Shumo's hand, his expression tightened, he hurried forward to snatch it forcefully, Shumo was pushed back two steps abruptly.

"Did I let you touch my scroll?" Jing Cheng reprimanded sharply, his brows and eyes brimming with anger.

"I'm sorry, I just rolled my eyes casually in idleness." Shumo raised his hand to caress his throbbing chest, his face full of hurt.

"Is it a very important letter?" Shumo looked at the serious expression on Jing Cheng's face, that volume was just an ordinary book that Jing Cheng had read in the early years, why should he be so nervous.

Shumo slowly put down his hand, his fingertips were stained with bright red, if Jing Cheng refused to believe him, why did he let him do those shady things in person.

When Jing Cheng saw the cover of the scroll, he slowly felt relieved. He casually threw the book aside, "My room is no better than the Lin family's study. There are many court affairs mixed in each volume. Without my permission, I hope Don't touch my things."

"Also, if you have anything to do, you can just wait for me in the hall, you don't have to step into the study." Jing Cheng ordered coldly, Chen's mansion is not the backyard of the Lin family, so Shumo can enter whenever he wants.

"Okay." Shumo nodded slowly, bloodstains oozed from the light blue skirt, like plum petals blooming in the cold winter, with a hint of bleakness.

"What do you want from me today." Jing Cheng stood by the table, glanced at the empty-handed book ink, "Didn't I tell you not to come to me if you have nothing to do?"

"Could it be that the Patriarch of the Lin family is so idle during the day?" Jing Cheng looked at the silence on Shumo's face, and a trace of anger ignited in his heart. He didn't have time to chat with Shumo. There are many maids in Lin's mansion, and Shumo can do whatever he wants Find someone to chat with, so why sneak to his study.

"I haven't seen Jing Cheng for many days, and I'm a little worried." Shumo opened his mouth, but the words in his heart could not be uttered, full of bitterness. Could it be that Jing Cheng hated him so much, and Jing Cheng had to turn on the lamp for his scientific research back then? Studying hard, how long he stayed with him, everything is over, from the moment Jing Cheng stood on the court, there is no going back.

"Why don't you worry about me." Jing Cheng picked up the teacup on the table and wanted to drink it up, but Shumo reached out to stop him, picked up the teapot beside him, and poured a cup of warm tea.

"Recently, the situation in the court has been somewhat turbulent. The emperor has investigated several adults one after another." Shu Mo's eyes were a little dark. He was worried that Jing Cheng would be implicated. In recent years, Jing Cheng has done a lot of things in private in order to stabilize his position in the court. Even Zhuangzhuang can ruin his reputation.

"What does it have to do with me to investigate them? As long as Shumo speaks strictly, no one will know the secret affairs." Jing Cheng looked at Shumo with slight hesitation. In recent years, he has become more and more distrustful of Shumo, and then Shumo is the only person around him who is prominent and treats him sincerely, and he has to entrust all these things to Shumo.

"How could I have the heart to frame Jing Cheng? As long as I am still alive, I will never reveal anything." Shumo said loudly, he treated Jing Cheng sincerely, and even used his family power for him, but in exchange for Jing Cheng distrust.

"If someone uses the Lin family to persecute you." Jing Cheng didn't care about the pain in Shumo's eyes, Shumo had learned too many secrets about him, and he must not rely on Shumo alone in the future, otherwise he would have something to do with him one day , he must get out as soon as possible and push all this away.

"I am willing to stop all the crimes by myself, and I will never implicate you." Shumo said slowly, with a trace of firmness in his eyes. He would never bear to see his beloved in prison. Cheng can leave the capital with Qing'er and live a good life.

Jing Cheng snorted coldly, Shumo was just talking nicely, if he was really at a critical moment of fear, how could Shumo not care about his own life.In the future, he has to rely on himself to go on. Others are unreliable. Now it is enough for Shumo to help him ascend to the position of Sangong.

Shumo looked at Jing Cheng's indifferent face, and felt as if he had been hit hard in his heart. He was willing to do everything for Jing Cheng, even if it meant sacrificing his own life, but Jing Cheng refused to believe his intentions. With a hint of retreat, he would never face danger in person.

"You don't believe me." Shumo opened his mouth, and there was a sharp pain in his chest and lungs. He covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed in a low voice. The light-colored sleeves were stained with bright red. He slowly raised his head, his cheeks were extremely pale , there seemed to be a bloodstain between her lips, and there was a hint of coquettishness from a distance.

Jing Cheng shook his head slightly, if he really didn't believe in Shumo, he would never entrust the secret to him, but he could never trust someone forever.

Shumo looked at the bookshelf in the distance and seemed to recall the time when he was studying hard with Jing Cheng, but they could no longer be that close.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Jing Cheng looked at Shu Mo's gloomy expression, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness in his heart, he tried his best to calm his emotions, and asked in a cold voice.

Shumo smiled slightly, his smile was very sad, if he said nothing, Jing Cheng must drive him away, and he has a lot of work on weekdays, he can't see Jing Cheng every day, and he can get along with his beloved one in a month There are still a few days left.Shumo was a little reluctant to leave now, but facing Jing Cheng's indifferent face, his heart ached even more.

"I brought you your favorite hibiscus cake." Shumo walked to the table and opened the paper bag aside, a faint aroma wafted out.

"Are you here just to deliver bags of pastries?" Jing Cheng frowned, Shumo has become more and more idle recently.

As if Shumo didn't hear Jing Cheng's words, he picked up a piece of pastry and fed it to Jing Cheng's mouth, "Try it, it's still the same as before, it hasn't changed a bit."

Jing Cheng glanced at the small pastry in front of him, and turned sideways to avoid it.

"In the past, you liked eating very much." Shumo's eyes were a little confused, he didn't hesitate to stand in a long queue, just for the joy on Jing Cheng's face.

"That's just the past." Jing Cheng said loudly. In the past, he was a concubine who was not valued. He didn't even have money to treat his mother's serious illness. Sangong, highly respected by the family members, is no longer that idiot who allows others to bully him.

Shumo put the pastry in his hand into his mouth, it was crispy and had a hint of sweetness. At that time, Jing Cheng had been studying hard in the study for a day, and when he saw his figure, he would run over with great joy, and while he was feeding Jing Cheng the pastry, he felt Full of warmth, it seems to have forgotten the fatigue of the weekdays.

"It's getting late, I still have things to deal with." Jing Cheng opened his mouth to remind, he didn't want Shumo to stay in his study forever.

Shumo reached out and picked up the paper bag on the table, holding it in his arms like something precious, "I'm going to Hangzhou in a few days, and I may only come back in half a month. If Jing Cheng has anything, you can tell me directly." servant."

"I won't have anything to do recently." Jing Cheng pondered for a while, the emperor strictly investigated the court ministers, and he was about to stop and hide from the wind.

"Jing Cheng." Shumo walked to the door slowly, and turned around sharply to look at Jing Cheng. He seemed a little reluctant to part after more than half a month.

"What's the matter?" Jing Cheng gripped the edge of the table with some impatience on his face.

Shu Mo walked to Jing Cheng's side, stretched out his arms to hug the body in front of him, his eyes were full of cherishment.Jing Cheng subconsciously wanted to push Shumo away, but he tried his best, but he didn't push Shumo away.

"I'm leaving, you take good care of it." Shumo reluctantly put down his hands, the warmth in his arms was fleeting.

Jing Cheng shook off his sleeves in disgust. He hoped that Shumo could walk for a few more years without bothering him. Looking at Shumo's disappearing figure, he seemed to feel his hands were sticky. It is exceptionally bright red.

Shumo stepped out of the gate, stretched out his hand to support the tree trunk beside him, and panted for a long time, a layer of dense sweat was faintly visible on his smooth forehead.

"Master, why did you get out of bed before your injuries healed?" The guard at the side hurriedly stepped forward and supported Shumo's shoulders. He looked at the bright red on Shumo's lapel, and his eyes were extremely worried.

"Let's go." Shumo glanced at the huge plaque, straightened up and walked forward slowly.

The guard sighed heavily, "There are so many guards with strong martial arts in the mansion, why would you take the risk yourself?"

Shu Mo shook his head slightly, this matter is of great importance, if he is not careful, it will implicate Jing Cheng's official position, so he feels relieved to go in person.

Chapter 16