Prosperous Beauty System

"Master Yan?" The man frowned.

Ah Yan turned his head quickly, not daring to meet Song Rin's eyes that seemed to swallow people into his stomach.

In the few nights when the man came through the window, Ah Yan could only see the outline of his face clearly, but now he got closer and realized that the man's eyes were narrow and cold, his face was handsome but terribly cold.

He is like an unsheathed sword, the blade is stained with green spots and blood, and the aloofness and elegance are all hidden under the scabbard.

The man looked down at him indifferently, with a slight doubt in his eyes, as if he didn't understand the boy's reaction at that moment.

Ah Yan bit his lip, and the fingers under the long sleeves turned white. When he turned his head, a few strands of blue hair fell down, revealing the whiteness of the verdant skirt.

He tried to free his hands and waist, but the man let go of him easily, and stood a few steps behind Ah Yan with a cold and respectful expression.

Those few steps were like a line, separated by tens of thousands of miles, separating Ah Yan from the man.

Ah Yan went upstairs with a pale face, and he didn't react until he sat on the head of the bed for a while. He hurriedly opened the window, drew the bamboo curtain, and looked downstairs. Sure enough, he saw it in the stable of the inn. That slender and cold figure.

A little far away, Ah Yan couldn't see the expression on the man's face clearly, but the man's action of feeding the horse was soft and even gentle. Ah Yan was a little stunned for a while, and suddenly he couldn't see Song Rin clearly.

Ah Zhi said that the outside world was always dangerous. Although Ah Yan was well-behaved and obedient at that time, he always disagreed with it in his heart. Now that he was really in it, he suddenly became afraid.

Song Rin said that he wanted to help him leave, Ah Yan was a little moved, but the hostility in the man's eyes frightened him. Even if Chu Xiang was wrong in every way, even if he hated that man , but never thought of killing him.

There will always be a way to leave, Ah Yan thought to himself, he touched the jade hairpin on his head, and pursed his pale lips slightly.

It was another night, Chu Xiang didn't come back, Ah Yan sat on the bedside and wiped his hair as usual, the dark and cold candlelight set off his whole body as bright and clean as a landscape painting.

A few candles were placed in the corners of the bed, casting a large shadow on the smooth and clean floor. The moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating the room brightly, but it passed by in a flash, and a slender figure approached slowly. .

Ah Yan looked up stiffly, his face turned pale, Song Rin stood beside the carved couch with his arms folded, looking at him with profound and complicated eyes, with emotions that others could not understand.

His whole body was turned against the light, as if he had merged with the night, his whole body was unbearably cold, only his narrow and cold eyes were shining with cold light.

Ah Yan keenly felt that something was wrong with the man tonight, his body was full of contradictions, different from the previous sharp and threatening coldness, there seemed to be something more under his ruthless face.

Different from Chu Xiang's deep and terrifying, Song Rin is a quiet sword, which has restrained all its brilliance when it is not out of the sheath. Once out of the sheath, no matter whether you are a star or an ice field, you have to split it. His elegance is stained with blood. Blue Banner, whether it is unsheathing or dropping the sword, its movements are as beautiful as a painting.

The man was approaching step by step, his steps were slow, as if he had some difficulty in moving, Ah Yan could smell the sweet and greasy smell that came with the man.

A bit of cold and sweet fishy smell hit his face, Ah Yan suffocated his breath, the man walked up to him, laughed softly, and then sat beside the boy.

"Your reaction really exceeded my expectations." The man said.

Ah Yan's white fingers tightened, and he stepped back involuntarily, "Are you injured?"

Song Rin looked at his movements that he was afraid to avoid, and his eyes turned cold, "Are you still afraid of me?"

Ah Yan didn't dare to turn his head back, he just grabbed the quilt, and the loose jet black hair covered his delicate face, Song Rin couldn't see his expression clearly, but he knew that the boy was afraid of him.

"I came here just to tell you one thing."

Song Rin reached out and put Ah Yan's slender, white and flexible fingers against his palm, slightly bent his fingers, and clasped them tightly together, "You can leave now, no one will stop you tonight."

The moment Ah Yan's consciousness disappeared, what he saw was the man stretching out his hand to embrace him, the light in his eyes was rare and gentle.

In the other courtyard in the suburbs, the elegant courtyard was brightly lit, and the entourage walked back and forth, their usual cold and indifferent faces becoming more flustered.

In the room, on the bed, a handsome and pale man was lying there, the bandages wrapped around his bare shoulders were bloodstained, and there were attendants in black kneeling beside the bed.

"The subordinates are not doing enough to protect the master, please punish me!" The headed man in black lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Chu Xiang's cold and innocent gaze swept over the dozen or so confidantes who had been carefully cultivated on the ground, with a cold expression, "The enemy came prepared, and to blame is to vent one's anger."

The entourage in black was silent for a while, and then said coldly, "Your Majesty, you mean that someone betrayed us?"

Chu Xiang didn't answer, but closed his slightly tired eyes. He regretted on the way, he didn't go to Fenyang as promised, but returned to Xiang Mansion halfway, and it was only half a day's journey. Who would get the news so quickly and lay an ambush?

Chu Xiang couldn't think of anyone, his heart was cold, and he couldn't help frowning.

When the sky was bright, the gates of the city were opened, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. An ordinary carriage came out of the gates and drove northward all the way.

When Qi Yu came out of the farmyard that had been cleaned up a few days ago, what he saw was his Seventh Uncle standing under the locust tree not far from the courtyard gate, his whole body was icy cold, and his eyes were also icy cold.

The shadow of the tree cast a large shadow, Qi Xing was standing there, with a jade crown and hair, his figure was like a cold pine, a satin suit made him luxurious and elegant, and his brows were extremely cold.

This person's loneliness is like the arrogance of running water, not as deep as Chu Xiang, not as sharp as Song Rin, as if he was born with it.His coldness infects the tranquility of the stream in March piercing the flowers and leaves, and depicts the picturesque haze among the mountains and rivers in the cold twilight.

Qi Yu walked to the courtyard gate, looked at Uncle Qi under the locust tree in confusion, and was speechless.

Suddenly, Qi Xing moved, and he shifted his gaze to Qi Yu who was at the side, his expression was still cold, "Come with me."

Unable to resist, Qi Yu followed behind Qi Xing, and the two walked towards the other side of the mountain, where there was an official road leading to a neighboring county.

The shadows of the trees on both sides were outstanding, and when Qi Yu followed Qi Xing to the destination, a carriage had already parked there, and a young man in black and white was standing in front of the carriage, his whole body was as cold as ice.

Qi Yu didn't dare to go forward, standing two steps away from Qi Xing and the man, he heard his seventh uncle say coldly, "You're late."

The man's face was cold, "Chu Xiang moved too fast, I had to make some detours."

Qi Xing glanced at the carriage, "Is this the person you mentioned?"

Speaking of this man, the man's face softened, "Yes, I hope you can take care of me for a few days. When Chu Xiang returns to Xiangfu, I will take him away."

Qi Xing looked at him coldly, and said after a while, "I promise you, but you also have to promise me one condition."

"what?"

"Take him back to Shangjing."

Before Qi Yu could react, she felt a pain in her neck, and she was unconscious.

Song Rin looked at Qi Xing, "Aren't you afraid that I might meet people from Chu Xiang halfway?"

Qi Xing returned his cold gaze, "You are afraid of death."

Song Rin stopped talking, he turned around and walked to the carriage, opened the thick curtain, and carried the people inside out.

The young man was wearing snow-white clothes, and he was huddled in Song Rin's arms, only showing the jade-colored neck under the jet-black black hair. His figure was slender, and his fingers were tightly clutching the skirt, his fingertips were slightly pale.

Qi Xing looked at the boy and frowned, "It's him?"

Song Rin held Ah Yan's hand for a while, "You know him?"

"I don't know." Qi Xing frowned.

Song Rin looked at him for a while, and walked up to Qi Xing with him in his arms, "Take him away as soon as possible, Chu Xiang's people have already followed my trail."

Qi Xing took over the boy, "Take care of him."

Song Rin didn't even look at Qi Yu on the ground from the corner of his eye, "Don't be angry with Ah Yan."

"You have to watch him go back to Qi's house."

"Don't always keep a cold face in front of him."

Qi Xing didn't speak, but looked at Song Rin coldly.

Song Rin, "Yes, that's what he looks like, don't look at him like that."

Qi Xing looked at him coldly.

Song Rin, "He will be afraid."

Qi Xing, "OK."

Song Rin looked down at A Yan with a soft expression, "Wait for me, I will come and take you away as soon as possible."

It's just that the two of them didn't realize at this time that this "as soon as possible" was ruined by Qi Xing alone.

Ah Yan woke up in the twilight, he was resting on his arm, his long sleeves fell on the ground, covered with dust, he curled up and lay on a wooden board two people wide, under the shade, his whole body was a little bit At a loss.

This is a dilapidated temple with air leaks everywhere, the floor is full of dust, and the corners are full of messy things. Only the space in the middle next to the statue is clean, as if it has been cleaned deliberately.

A Yan stared at the dilapidated temple gate in front of him, and sat up propped up. His neck hurt a little, his body was limp and weak, and most importantly, he was hungry and thirsty.

It was March at this time, and the flowers and leaves were blowing silently, and the weather was still cool. The empty courtyard outside was covered with cobwebs and dust, but a few big trees were full of green branches and leaves.

Ah Yan lowered his head in a daze, couldn't help swallowing, and a somewhat cold voice came from in front of him, "Are you hungry?"

Ah Yan's body froze, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in a luxurious satin suit standing a few steps away from him, leaning against the temple gate, his gaze was cold and meaningless on the open space outside the courtyard.

He has black hair, fair complexion, and a handsome face, but his expression is too cold, and the brows are also repulsively indifferent, like a hazy painting of beauties in the cold twilight landscape.

He didn't hear anyone reply, the young man frowned and tilted his head, looked at Ah Yan with a pair of extremely cold Danfeng eyes, raised his jaw slightly, "Didn't you hear?"

"who are you?"

Only then did the young man come to his senses, his beautiful eyes were a little more flustered, and the bottom of his eyes was also stained with a layer of mist, like pearls covered with black veil.

"Where is Song Rin? Where is Song Rin?!"

Qi Xing frowned at him, no emotion could be seen on his cold face, he turned around, "Song Rin left."