Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

The purse was being held in the palm of the young lady, and the green jade fell on the fine snow, and it looked even more radiant and lustrous under the reflection of the candlelight in front of her.

Ye Qingyu looked at the purse motionlessly, his gaze seemed to be glued to it, he lifted the curtain, stretched out his hand to touch it, but was dodged by the young man: "My lord, this is not right, although this The purse is very similar to the purse in the story Young Master just told, but it is still mine after all, how can Young Master reach out to touch it without saying anything?"

Ye Qingyu withdrew her hand and curled her fingertips: "I'm being rude."

The young man stared at him for a long while, letting the gauze curtain half open, with a faint smile in his eyes: "It seems that this purse is indeed of extraordinary significance to the young master."

Ye Qingyu clenched her fists: "I don't know if you can tell me how you got this purse?"

The young man chuckled, leaned lazily against the beauty next to him, and said, "Didn't you tell me that it was a gift from a benefactor many years ago."

Ye Qingyu seemed unwilling to believe it, and asked, "But, he..."

"For people of our status," the young man said with a half-smile, "if we want to get some good things, other than rewarding them from guests, is there any other way? Young Master, is he knowingly asking?"

"..." Ye Qingyu lowered her head, apologetic, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." The young man waved his hand indifferently, "Today, my lord, you brought me a good story. I heard it very interesting. For the time being, I will forgive you."

Ye Qingyu said: "But young master, you haven't fulfilled a long-cherished wish for me for many years."

"...What?" The young man paused, "You said that you didn't want me to find the son in the story for you. Are you going to go back on your word now?"

"No." Ye Qingyu stared closely at the purse in his hand, with a dark tenderness in his eyes, "I will go to find him myself. Now, I want the purse in your hand, little lord."

Little boy: "You..."

Ye Qingyu looked into his eyes: "No matter what the price is."

"..."

The young man looked at him for a while, his expression was always lazy and casual, seeing that he was so persistent in wanting this purse, he couldn't help but gradually showed a trace of softness in his eyes, and he said: "This purse is also something outside of the body, as a result of the story just now. I will give it to you if you want it, but..." He intentionally paused, "This is the second gift. Just now, you only said that you want to see it, but you didn't say you want it, so you have to add some more." chips."

Ye Qingyu said: "Young Master, but it's okay to say."

"My lord has been calling me Young Master since I came in," the young man played with the jade-colored cup in front of him, seemingly unintentionally, "All the guests who come here call me that, but does your lord know that I have my own of the name."

Ye Qingyu raised his eyes.

The young man stopped his movements and looked at him: "Linxia, ​​young master, my name is Linxia."

Ye Qingyu was silent for a while, and then solemnly called his name: "Linxia."

Then the gauze curtain was finally lifted completely, and the food and wine were served. As soon as the snow fell, the two of them began to drink and talk happily in the cold moonlight outside the window.

The last scene of this scene is a cold rainy night, the Qingfeng Garden is still brightly lit, and the dim candlelight reflects the figures of two people cuddling together for warmth, like a crude illustration in a street genre painting.

Bits of light began to flicker, and went out one after another. A huge darkness spread from afar, covering all the places they passed. Ji He knew that this dream was over, so he took Lu Ming's hand and walked in the darkness. It broke away before completely devouring them.

Opening his eyes, the two of them were still standing in front of Ye Qingyu's bed without changing their postures. Looking at the hourglass over there again, the second watch was approaching. This period of illusory dreamland, full of lingering brilliance, only passed in reality. For a brief moment.

Lu Ming pinched his fingers lightly, meaning not to be too immersed in fantasy, he turned his head and smiled at him, just about to speak, Ye Qingyu woke up on the bed over there, his expression was slightly painful, his blush faded, Only his face was full of depression and fatigue, and he sat up with his head supported. Ji He hurriedly sat back, and Lu Ming also came over.

Seeing the two of them, Ye Qingyu said in a hoarse voice, "Ji He, suzerain, why are you here?"

Ji He said: "Uncle Shi, you came back drunk at night, Master carried you up, do you still remember what happened before?"

"I..." Ye Qingyu hung her head and hesitated.

"Junior Brother," Lu Ming looked at him and said, "It is the sect's discipline to be sober and self-restraining."

"I...I know," Ye Qingyu said in a low voice, "I know, senior brother, but... I have been sober for so many years, but I found that it has been wrong all along, and the truth is far from what I thought it was."

"..."

Lu Ming stood condescendingly, he knew that according to his personality at this time, he should be disciplined indifferently or even unkindly, and serve as the suzerain's point of view, but seeing the obvious pain in Ye Qingyu's eyebrows, He really couldn't bear it, he pondered for a while, and said: "I saw your brows furrowed when you were asleep just now." After a pause, "What did you dream about?"

Ye Qingyu lowered her head, "A bosom friend." He said, "You don't know the suzerain, but he was a friend I met on the way to cultivate immortality. We haven't seen each other for many years."

His voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper: "I miss him very much."

Lu Ming said: "About Mr. Daoling, what did you find out?"

"..." Ye Qingyu was stunned, as if he was stopped by the question for a while, and then smiled again, "There is no progress. The world has said that he is very romantic, and he often hangs around the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, but he can't ask anything. It's hard to think about it. It’s the people of the world spreading falsehoods.”

Ji He interjected, "Uncle, have you been to Lord Daoling's residence?"

"I've been there," Ye Qingyu looked at the flowers on the quilt, "but I didn't find anything useful. It's just a small courtyard where ordinary people enter and exit three times."

Lu Ming said: "I plan to go and have a look with Ji He tomorrow."

Ye Qingyu: "..."

For some reason, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed again, looking like a flashing candlelight reflection, he raised his head and said calmly: "Sovereign Master There is no need to make a special trip, I have checked it many times, and there is really nothing special about it, and I think it has been abandoned for a long time.”

Lu Ming said: "The authorities are obsessed, junior brother and Lord Daoling used to be friends, there are always things that you don't notice."

Ye Qingyu: "..."

I don't know which sentence stabbed him, but Ye Qingyu didn't directly refute, a coldness gradually appeared in his eyes, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally said: "Okay. If the suzerain is not at ease, then go and see for yourself. "

When Lu Ming and Ji He came out of Ye Qingyu's room, the rain outside seemed to be getting bigger, and there were some faint ice chips mixed in. The two walked through the corridor and came to their respective doors. Lu Ming looked at Ji He. He opened the door and was about to go in. He didn't intend to invite himself at all, so he took the initiative to ask, "Can I go to your room for a while?"

Ji He turned his head and said, "If I say no, will you not come?"

Lu Ming said: "No."

"..." Ji He stepped aside, "Then why do you ask?"

The two entered the room together, Lu Ming sat at the table, Ji He lit the lamp, took out a pen and paper and began to write a letter, Lu Ming went over to look, but couldn't see what was written, and found that the paper was still the same. A piece of paper had already been folded several times, and was carefully flattened by Ji He, who couldn't help but mutter to himself: "What the hell are you writing? If it was really a letter for me, it wouldn't be worth adding a few words every once in a while, but if it wasn't for you Mine, who is it for?"

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a reason. After Ji He finished writing the last word, he looked up and saw his puzzled expression, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering," Lu Ming looked at him quietly, "During your student days, if you fell in love with someone, would you write a love letter to him?"

Jihe: "..."

His expression was a little funny, but Lu Ming did not give up and said: "If that person is me, will I get a table of love letters and a box of chocolates?"

"Hey, wake up," Ji He waved at him, "We are not from the same age, I am five years older than you, and you were still in elementary school when I was in high school."

Lu Ming suddenly became quiet, and his expression became a little dignified. Ji He was stunned for a moment, thinking that I was being serious, and was about to explain, when Lu Ming suddenly stretched out his index finger and gave a "shh", and said in a low voice: "Don't talk, just listen."

Ji He lowered his eyes in doubt, followed him in silence, and listened intently. In the silent winter night, everything seemed to be silent, so as long as there was a little movement, it would become very clear. After carefully distinguishing for a while, Ji He found that There was a rustling sound of clothes corners scratching the floor in the corridor.

Ji He raised his head, and Lu Ming said, "I knew he would do something."

Ji He said, "Did you come to my room on purpose?"

Lu Ming nodded: "Even if Junior Brother Ye and Lord Dao Ling had a past that he didn't want to touch, he shouldn't be so resistant if we want to find out the current whereabouts of Lord Dao Ling, especially the residence where Lord Dao Ling was alive must be hidden. He doesn’t want us to see what he is doing, so he will definitely do something.”

Ji He asked: "Then why are you so sure that as long as you come to my room, Master Ye will definitely go out secretly. My place is not far from his room, and some footsteps can still be faintly heard."

Luming: "..."

Of course he can't say it because as long as I come to you, with our current relationship, Junior Brother Ye will definitely think that something is going to happen to us. When the wine is warm and affectionate, no one will notice the sound outside.

Lu Ming didn't answer directly, but covered it up with a haha: "Don't worry about it, anyway, he sneaked out now as I expected, in order to find out the truth of the matter faster, we have to follow as soon as possible."

Ji He nodded, he knew that they were getting closer to the truth, and now he had to go all out to continue the investigation, so he stopped asking and followed Lu Ming out of the inn quietly.