The enemy has a crush on me

"You said that strategy seems to have no effect. In the past few days, almost all the shops in the inner street remember me, but the face-stealer has no trace at all."

"The full moon will be in two days. If the monster's words are true, someone will kill the face thief on the full moon and go secretly to receive the reward. It's better to wait for the person who receives the reward to be lured by the fragments." Assassinate you, and I'll take the fragments from him."

"..."

Qing Ze turned over and sat up, looked at the back of Yin Luo who was sitting with his back facing him, and said, "I've been talking by myself for so long, why didn't you say anything?"

The dim candlelight swayed gently, casting rippling silhouettes on the wall, Yin Luo turned his head: "Are you talking to me?"

Qing Ze said: "Apart from you, is there anyone else in this room?"

Yin Luo looked away, subconsciously wanting to hide the things in his hand.

Qing Ze lifted the quilt, stood up, watched the candle flames flickering to reflect Yin Luo's silhouette, walked to the table, sat down, and found that he was holding a book that had nowhere to put it.

Since there was only one room open in the past few days, and there was only one big bed in the room, the two of them could be regarded as "sharing the same bed" in a broad sense.Yin Luo seems to be quite uncomfortable with sleeping with others, and he can sleep as late as he can, and when he finally lays on the bed, he is as stiff as a piece of wood.But this is what Qingze hates: the more he looks like an enemy, the more he tries to make things difficult for him.

For example, last night, Yin Luo saw that Qing Ze had already slept soundly, so he climbed onto the bed without making a sound. A big man with a strong figure, he just took up a little space on the outermost side of the bed, and lay down upright with Qing Ze. Ze was separated by a standard distance of a person's width.

His sleeping posture is also extremely standard, his brows are slightly furrowed, and a dagger is placed under his pillow. If there is no accident, he will not move for a whole night.

This pattern lasted for a few nights, except that he would wake up after a short sleep because of nervous tension, so there was no major problem.But last night he managed to lie down, and just as he closed his eyes, he felt a gentle breath passing by.

Yin Luo turned his face to the side, and saw that Qing Ze, who seemed to be sleeping just now, was not only not asleep, but had turned his body on his side, propped his head, opened those blue eyes, and looked at him with a half-smile.

The scene in front of him can actually be said to be eye-catching, but if he hadn't been well-trained, the fright it caused to him almost made him reach out and take out the dagger from under the pillow and stab at Qing Ze.

Yin Luo looked at the young man with a playful expression, and felt that if his expression was seen by others, he would surely scare away a lot of people.

Qing Ze said: "You continue to sleep."

Yin Luo lay back and felt that Qingze was still looking at him with his head propped up, so he simply turned around, turned his back to Qingze, and opened his eyes, feeling that this night must be longer than the other nights.

A young man's mocking laughter came from behind him.

He listened to that laughter, thought about chores for a while, and at some point, he really fell asleep.

In the dream, it was as if he had returned to his ignorant infant, lying alone in the resplendent palace of the prince.It is also like standing at the door of a small cave, holding a small hope of self-love, seeing the shadow cast by the person behind the corner, and knowing that he is not welcome.

When he woke up, the picture in the dream was already blurred, leaving only feeling lost.

At this time, the sun was high, and Qingze was writing and drawing at the table while humming a song. The sun cast mottled silhouettes from the window coffin, casting a layer of tranquility on this young man who was used to laughing and cursing. Hazy halo.

Seeing that he woke up, Qing Ze said without turning his head: "Your Majesty Xuanyong, he looks quite harmless when he is asleep."

Yin Luo's whole body was stiff.

He pretended that he didn't hear the young man's teasing, he packed up and got up as usual, went out with Qingze to investigate as usual, returned to the inn with normal face, finished dinner with normal face, washed and undressed with normal face, and then Sitting in front of the table in the dark, he said to Qing Ze who was already lying on the bed: "Go to bed first, I will read a book for a while."

There are no books to read in this inn. After searching the cabinets, I can only find some colorful folk picture books and gossip tabloids.

After all, Yin Luo is a king who keeps his word and promises, so he saw the middle of the night when he saw it.

His face was stern as if he was reviewing a memorial, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

He said that reading was nothing more than an excuse to sleep later than Qingze, but the young man who had always had extremely high requirements for sleep time did not sleep well tonight, talking there sometimes, and still awake in the middle of the night.

Yin Luo could only continue to hate that book.

Later, Qing Ze simply got out of bed, sat on the stool on the other side of the table, asked a word, and found out what Yin Luo was holding in his hand.

That book should have been read many times, the pages are a little yellow, the cover is very fragrant, there is only one thing that is different from other yin books - the painting on it is a naked man with a strange posture.

Qing Ze's expression became subtle.

He looked at Yin Luo again, and found that his hand holding the book was a little unsteady, his seemingly deep and serious expression was subtler than his own, and the eyeballs that should have fallen on the book almost dodged a little.

Qing Ze said: "It turns out that His Majesty has this kind of hobby."

When he was next to him, he never called Yin Luo "Your Majesty", but at this time, he called Yin Luo like this, but with some inexplicable teasing.

Yin Luo said: "..."

For a moment, Yin Luo's expression could almost be described as bewildered.

He threw the book aside, Longyan was furious: "Nonsense!"

This is indeed his true post-reading impression, and he has indeed endured the visual damage in the middle of the night, but he only said it at this time, no matter how he listens, he wants to cover it up.

Qing Ze looked at his frowning expression, and let out a huff.

Yin Luo was only wearing a thin white single shirt, and his hair crown was also taken off, after all, he looked softer than in the daytime.The neckline of the single shirt is not too tight, and the smooth collarbone can be seen during the movement. If you look more closely, you can even vaguely see the gorgeous and complicated patterns, but the color is still light. The magic pattern runs along the collarbone into the collar It spread in a curved way, and it was faintly visible with Yin Luo's breathing.

Because of embarrassment, anger, embarrassment, overwhelmed, forced composure... all kinds of emotions superimposed, his always pale, often tight lips turned a little bloody after a long time, and his long black eyelashes trembled. of.

Seeing his expression, Qingze remembered his figure lying on his side with his back turned to him last night——Yin Luo had been lying on his back in a regular manner for the past few nights, but only when he turned on his side last night did he show his naturally wide shoulders, narrow waist, and body. The slender lines are like an elegant and dangerous cheetah, and even the black hair is more sensational than in the daytime.

Thinking of his back, Qing Ze picked up the book, flipped through it, and was amazed while flipping through it, which seemed to open the door to a new world.

Look at Yin Luo after reading.Not to mention his lips, even the tips of his ears were so red that he was about to bleed.

Qing Ze put down the book, sat down, patted him on the shoulder, and said compassionately: "It's just a personal hobby, I won't tell others."

Yin Luo was trembling with anger, and said, "Nonsense."

Ordinary people are ridiculed like this, and it's okay to be embarrassed for a while, but Yin Luo really seems to be unable to get over this hurdle, and takes Qing Ze's teasing seriously, his face is pale and pale, and it's very lively.

It's so strange, he never showed such obvious discomfort and helplessness even when he was really demonized, insulted and hated by people. At this time, he was just made a joke that no one took seriously, just like being stepped on Mao's cat, although extraordinarily clumsy and trying hard to clarify himself, was unable to refute, so he was at a loss and became stiff all over.

Yin Luo looked at Qing Ze, pursed his lips, stood up, put on his coat, and sat far away.

Qing Ze said: "Yin Luo?"

Qing Ze said: "Your Majesty the Emperor?"

Qing Ze was originally smiling, but seeing that Yin Luo really didn't seem to be able to afford to lose, he also felt a little disappointed.

Yin Luo's expression was so serious, as if he had not been made a joke, but had been splashed with dirty water.

Qing Ze sat back on the bed, looked at Yin Luo who was sitting far away, and said, "You usually seem to be a little bit of a fool, why can't you even take a joke."

Yin Luo still frowned and said, "What is a 'joke'."

Qing Ze has never heard such a ridiculous question: "The joke is..."

He stopped here, looked at Yin Luo whose tone was as hard as if he had just knocked it off a rock, and said, "Has no one ever joked with you?"

Yin Luo said: "If it is a 'joke' if it is guessed and defined indiscriminately, naturally many people have made it."

Qing Ze shook his head: "Those are not jokes."

Yin Luo pursed her lips and asked, "What is that 'joke'?"

He asked so solemnly that it was impossible to explain.

Qing Ze looked at him and was silent for a while, feeling that it was a bit ridiculous for him to try to seriously explain to him, so he said, "It's nothing."

The shadow of the moon is flickering, and the night is silent.After Qingze answered his question, he stopped talking, lifted the quilt, and lay down,

Yin Luo looked at the lying figure, took out his dagger, and sharpened the short blade until it was both sharp and thin.

He has never had such a thought, and he has never valued his reputation that does not exist in a person's heart so much, but no one taught him how to deal with such emotions, which made him feel sad, but felt that he could not find it. to sad reasons.

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The next day, early in the morning.

The owner of the tea shop opened the door early, and after busying around with the two tea boys for a while, the faint fragrance of tea wafted out.

Today's first guest came early, with a seven-point handsome appearance, dressed in a foreigner's attire, with heterochromatic eyes, small round earrings on his ears, and a few circles of fur around the neckline of his clothes.

He bought some freshly brewed tea, put it in a kettle, and took some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The price of these things was not expensive, but he sold them very generously. The shopkeeper half pushed and half accepted them, and politely sent him out of the shop all the way, and even watched him leave.

When he walked away, the shopkeeper looked at his back, originally smiling cheerfully, but his smiling expression was somewhere between "joyful" and "shocked".

He turned to the tea boy and said, "Hurry up! Report to the officer! Report to the officer!"

Two tea boys ran out, chirping: "What official are you reporting?", "What happened?"

The shopkeeper said: "——this person just now, he, he is a party song."

The two tea boys looked at each other in blank dismay: they had never heard of this name.

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, he put the handle of the teapot into the little boy's hand, and said, "Forget it, you guys help me look after this shop, I'll report to the officials myself!"

Most people in the city don't know who the party is.

He is the youngest son of a headhunter outside the city. Although he is not well-known in Linqi, he has a wealthy family and outstanding appearance. He occasionally enters Linqi and has a nap in a tea shop.

If you get here, there is really nothing worth reporting to the official.

But this Dangqu has been missing since he came to Linqi to purchase harness seven days ago.

Two days ago, I heard from Orion who was drinking tea outside the city that when his body was found, he died in a miserable state. It was only during the autopsy that his parents were asked to identify the birthmark to prove his identity.

It is naturally impossible for people who are already dead to buy tea and pastries.

The shopkeeper hurriedly walked towards the yamen, sweating profusely:

——This person with a cheeky face must be the face-stealer who has done all kinds of evil!

The author has something to say: cute little angel, I'm fat to provoke you, sorry for the three-dimensional reason that the update has been suspended for more than half a year _(:з」∠)_.

Because a wedge was added, and the previous chapters with too many words were broken again, so although the number of chapters in the next few chapters is new, the content is still old, and the updated part starts from Chapter 41~