in the name of calamity

Yue slowly opened his eyes, the morning wind was a little bit cool, but it instantly cleared up his somewhat confused mind a lot.

"My lord, are you awake?" Ning'er asked with a smile, and fetched water.

Yue nodded and asked Ning'er to wash up.

Seeing that Ning'er was hesitant to speak, Yue frowned. "Say anything!"

"Ah?" Ning'er was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook her head, concentrating on preparing the axe.

It's obvious that something is wrong, why pretend it's nothing.

I feel a little uncomfortable, it must come from Jing.Even if Jing doesn't say it, he also knows that Jing hopes that Ning'er can be free and happy.In the cage-like palace, Ning'er took care of Jing personally, and only Ning'er would truly feel sorry for the weak Jing.

Maybe he was not capable at that time, but Ge Shuyue was not.Jing hopes that he will help realize them one by one, so let's start with Ning'er.

Not far from the pavilion, I can already hear the faint sound of the piano, as if it is ethereal and far away, but also as if it is close to my ears.Although he doesn't know any rhythm, but there is a sense of sadness in the sound of the piano.

Stopping the wooden butler who wanted to report, Mo Houjun waved his hand and let the wooden butler go down.

Looking at Yue's motionless figure, he suddenly said: "Yue is interested in streams?"

"Xiaoliu!" Yue repeated the name, and then whispered, "Come here."

Immediately a person appeared behind him, and said respectfully: "What is the order of the Pavilion Master?"

"I want information on streams."

"Yes." The man took the order and disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if he was alone in the shadow, as if he had never appeared before.

Walking slowly, he said to Ziyun beside him: "Junliuyuan, Xiliu, what do you think the relationship between the two was before?"

Mo Houjun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, as if he was interested in inquiring.

[Xi Liu is the first son to live in Junliuyuan! ]

When Yue heard the words coming out of his heart, he was both surprised and pleasantly surprised.

[net? ]

[ah? ] Jing obviously didn't realize that when he muttered to himself, Yue could feel it, that's right, couldn't he also feel what Yue was thinking?

"What's the matter?" Seeing Yue's sudden flash of shock, he asked strangely.

"It's okay, I just suddenly found that I can communicate with Jing Xin." Yue smiled, and then saw Mo Houjun's expression of astonishment.

The sound of the zither in the stream was as insignificant as the moon, and King Hao was a little drunk with a few glasses of wine. He looked up and saw a man standing beside the pavilion, who looked like the moon and the light.Like the old days, he smiled and said: "Jing, you are here!"

Because of his words, the sound of the piano and the conversation stopped.

Jing lightly swept over the people in the pavilion, and finally swept towards the standing figure sitting in front.

The figure standing upright and falling under the moonlight slowly turned her head to look heroic but still soft.

It's hard to imagine that heroic pride and Ruorou Xianli can exist at the same time.

Turning slightly sideways, King Hao froze for a moment with the hand that was going to touch Yue's face. King Hao was stunned, Jing would never hide from him.

When I heard a sentence in my ear, I woke up in a panic, "I and the Ninth Prince came here hastily, did you disturb the noble spirit of the prince and the young masters?

King Hao's drunkenness has been sobered under the words "nine princes".

Looking at Jing's plain and unmarked face, there is a rustle engraved on the originally soft face at this moment.

Not Jing, not the original Jing, he is Jing Que, the palace of the Nine Princes of Xihu.

"Your Majesty Mo, you are welcome," he said politely with a bitter smile in his heart. Everyone sitting there was silent for a while, and everyone could feel King Hao's loss.

Jing Liuli's eyes didn't see it, she just looked at the stream quietly and harmlessly.Slender and slender, but still elegant and handsome, like flowing water and shallow streams, but how can such a person be willing to be bound by the prince, shouldn't he walk freely and wander the rivers and lakes?

Xiliu looked at it in surprise, and looked into his own eyes, the glazed eyes flashed a purple color, which he had never seen before, although it passed away for a short time.He knew he was right.

With inquiring and puzzled eyes, Xiliu makes Jing smile slightly.The restored calm made Yue secretly admire in his heart.

"Come here!" King Hao just yelled, and Mo Houjun who was beside him said, "Don't trouble the prince,..."

Yue interface: "We won't disturb the lord's family reunion anymore, I'll just get straight to the point."

"What is it?" The person who saw Jing should have known why he came.

Knowing the advisor?Yue sneered in his heart, and there was another sigh in his heart, which was Jing.

Now that he has already asked, he doesn't have to be polite.Yue smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Ning'er's contract of selling herself, and begging for someone from the prince."

"Oh?" King Hao did not expect the latter one.I don't know who the net is talking about?

But seeing that he didn't answer, he just slowly turned his gaze to the person who was still astonished. King Hao and all the young masters present lost their response for a moment.

"Stream?" King Hao was a little shocked, why did Jing want a stream?What does the stream have to do with him?

"Why?" King Hao asked puzzledly. This must be the doubt of all the people sitting here, so he kindly explained.

"I have my eyes on him." The plain words made the audience gasp, and King Hao's hand holding the cup trembled and spilled a lot of wine.

"Why, Jing?" asked the stream this time.

Jian Jing just watched him smile, with an unprecedented silence, and then heard his words with a smile: "Xi Liu, you are wrong."

"I was wrong?" Xiliu repeated, still puzzled.

"Xi Liu, you should call me Nine Princes."

Nine princes?King Hao maintained a balanced expression, and when Yu Jing corrected Xiliu's name, his face darkened instantly.

"What do you mean?" Some unspeakably asked.

"My lord has accepted so many sons, don't you understand what it means, do you want me to explain it clearly?" Jing still smiled, accompanied by suppressed disdain.

"Why?" Because of Jing's words, Xiliu's face instantly turned pale, King Hao's originally unwell complexion was not much better than Xiliu's.

"When the lord invited these young masters to the mansion, what was the reason?" The question was relatively calm, without any sarcasm concealed.

"Jing you..." King Hao was a little speechless.

"Is the lord reluctant?" He restrained his momentum and asked with a faint smile.

Xiliu looked at the people talking and laughing, and then slowly turned his head to King Hao.King Hao didn't answer, and the atmosphere became really weird, as if some swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"If the prince refuses, I will snatch it away." He said with a smile, but anyone could hear the domineering that was inevitable.

Is this net?That person who has always been as weak as a willow, that person who even speaks with a timid voice? ...

Seeing the strange atmosphere, Mo Houjun on the side opened his mouth to ease and said: "The Ninth Prince is joking, my lord, please don't be offended!"

But Yue saw that he said very seriously: "No joke!"

Mo Houjun, who originally wanted to take a break, was speechless for a moment because of his serious words.No one spoke. After a long time, King Hao said wearily: "If Xiliu is willing, you can take it away!"

Hearing King Hao's words, Xiliu was not the only one who was stunned, and the atmosphere became weird again.

But the unnaturalness of all people does not include those who are at ease.Hugging the relatively dumbfounded stream, he nodded to King Hao who had been looking at him hesitantly, and then walked out.

Mo Houjun immediately reacted, saluted and left.

After walking a few steps, the person in his arms realized that it might be an instinctive struggle.

Yue whispered in his ear: "Xi Liu, don't give me a chance to kiss you in public."

Feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, he smiled lowly, ignoring the incomparably complicated eyes of the person behind him, and strolled out of the pavilion happily.