stealing from you

In the early morning, the doorman of the magistrate's house came out to sweep the snow, but saw the jade ruyi that was lost last night under the threshold, picked it up immediately, and hurriedly reported it to the magistrate.

Lian Sheng, who was behind the stone lion, looked at Ye Zhou, "That's fine."

"Yeah." Ye Zhou nodded.

It was snowing again, and Liansheng opened an umbrella, barely able to support Ye Zhou.

At the same time, in Tianyou City, Prince Lian was summoned to the imperial study room. His brother, the emperor sitting on the throne of the world, was playing chess alone.

"Brother Huang is very interested." Wang Ye said.

"It can't compare to you watching flowers and amusing crickets at home." The emperor glanced at him, "Is there any clue about the theft of Ye Mingzhu?"

The prince reported the truth, "It was not the work of thieves."

"You mean I was wrong?" the emperor asked.

"My brother dare not."

"Why don't you dare? It's very interesting to raise a man in the yard?" The emperor frowned and looked at him, "The emperor told you to take care of you when he was alive, why don't you listen to the advice."

The prince clarified: "That man...is Ye Zhou."

"..." The emperor was silent for a while, and said, "What is he running here for?"

"Rehabilitation, his hand is not suitable for recuperation in the mountains every year in the middle of winter, so I let him stay at home for a while."

The emperor looked at the chessboard, pondered for a while, and made a strong move, "Did you tell him about the ghost robbers?"

"said."

"What's his opinion?"

The prince raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and said in a deep voice: "There are no thieves and ghosts in the world, and there are ghosts, but the human heart."

The emperor sneered: "Is he insinuating that I have ghosts in my heart?"

"Brother, don't blame me." The prince said, "He said that there is a ghost living in his heart, an evil ghost."

"I think it's just a lazy ghost." The emperor continued to play chess, "If he comes again, bring him into the palace, let's catch up, and we haven't seen him for many years."

"Yes."

The emperor looked at the besieged Heizi, struggling like a dragon on a chessboard, and said slowly, "You said that the one who stole the night pearl was not a ghost, right?"

"Yes."

"What if I say yes?"

"This……"

"Zizhen." The emperor sighed, "Who told you that the thief this time is the same person as the one ten years ago?"

The prince was taken aback, "What does the emperor mean?"

The emperor rescued the black dragon on the chessboard, "It's time, it's time for a change."

"Brother Huang, you mean that no matter who it is, anyone who steals the Ye Mingzhu is a ghost, right?" The prince understood.

"Young people are terrifying." The emperor lowered his eyes, "We are already old."

Speaking of "younger", the prince thought of the child that Ye Zhou took away, those eyes that could read people's hearts, and his soft fingers... I hope Ye Zhou will not let him go astray.

……

Ye Zhou, who was soaking in the tub, shuddered for no reason.

"Ah!" Lian Sheng, who was washing his hair, sneezed.

"It's really cold today." Ye Zhou said, "Let the waiter add an extra brazier."

"Okay." Lian Sheng drenched his hair with water and wrung it dry with a towel.

The snow stopped, no one was on the street, and there was no sound.

Lian Sheng nestled on the edge of the brazier, his face was burning red, and he squinted his eyes in comfort, like a lazy cat.

"Don't burn your hair." Ye Zhou reminded him.

Liansheng shrank his face back, unable to open his eyes.

Ye Zhou shook his head helplessly, ignoring Lian Sheng who was warming up on the couch.

The wax torch turned to ashes, and Liansheng curled up into a ball and fell asleep. Ye Zhou wanted him to sleep on the bed, but he didn't want to wake up Liansheng who was sleeping so soundly.

If only his hands could...

Ye Zhou closed his eyes, walked to the couch, and was about to call out for Liansheng, when there was a slight sound from the roof tiles.

Ye Zhou, who had excellent ears, listened attentively, and knew that this person who stepped on the frost on a snowy night had some good lightness skills.

"Hmm..." Lian Sheng felt a little uncomfortable as he shrank his body, so he wanted to turn over.

What kind of sleepiness is this?In desperation, Ye Zhou stretched out his foot and turned Liansheng, who was about to fall off the bamboo couch, back again.

Unexpectedly, Lian Sheng reached out and hugged his calf.

"..."

The tiles on the roof were stepped on again, it was another person, the lightness skill was not as good as the person in front, it felt very heavy.

Ye Zhou wondered, it was still snowing in the middle of the night, why did one or two run around without sleeping, and let people sleep?

"Hmm..." Lian Sheng rubbed his eyes and half-opened them, "Brother Ye?"

Ye Zhou took the opportunity to retract his feet: "Go to bed and sleep."

"Oh." Liansheng walked to the bed and got into the quilt.

Ye Zhou blew out the lamp and walked to the bed, the movement above his head became even louder...

Boy, we're still fighting on the roof of the inn!

After pricking up his ears and listening for a while, Ye Zhou was sure that there were three people, one of them was seriously injured and dying, and the other two were circling around.

Lian Sheng slept happily with his pillow in his arms, probably dreaming of his sister again.

Poor Ye Zhou, his ears picked up all the sounds on the roof, which disturbed him when he wanted to sleep but couldn't.

After fighting on the roof for more than half an hour, Ye Zhou sat by the bed and listened to the two people above him coming and going, and endured and endured.

In the end, the injured person lost, and the tiles shattered all over the floor, waking up many guests in the inn, and it was a mess.

Ye Zhou sighed, not bothering to care about what happened, and lay down in the warm blanket.