Miao Jiangke

The evening wind is slightly drunk, quietly rolling into the window casement.

The atmosphere in the Cloud Swallowing Pavilion is somewhat delicate.

After returning from the Gu Sect, the young master remained strangely silent, as if his strength had been taken away by someone, and after finishing the matter, he returned to the bedroom and hugged the assassin in his arms and stopped talking.

The assassin tried his best but couldn't pry his mouth open, and he only moaned weakly when he asked anything.

Qiu Yangui was at a loss, he clearly looked like a fighting cock a while ago, and he would not be happy if he didn't peck someone, but at this moment he was as sluggish as the little green he was a few days ago.

"Young master?" the assassin called softly.

Zuo Qingyue looked up at him with drooping eyebrows, then suddenly pressed his forehead against his, rubbed it with the tip of his nose, and hummed softly, "Huh?"

Qiu Yangui's heartbeat stopped, and he turned his head subconsciously, but a soft lip kissed his side face lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, revealing the meaning of cherishing, strange as if someone had been bewitched.

Qiu Yangui felt more and more wrong, got up suddenly with a red face, Zuo Qingyue sat quietly, looked up at him, his peach blossom eyes were still listless, stretched out his hand to grab the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Sit."

Qiu Yangui didn't sit down, he resisted the urge to get close, took advantage of the situation to pinch Zuo Qingyue's wrist, stared into his eyes with rare force and asked, "...what is the young master doing?"

Zuo Qingyue didn't make a sound, just looked into his eyes quietly, without hiding her attitude at all.

This exceptionally abnormal appearance caused the assassin's pupils to shrink suddenly, and he stood stiffly on the spot. The young master obviously didn't say anything, but it seemed that he had said everything. Throbbing, an amazing idea popped up.

Showing weakness, why did the young master suddenly show weakness to him?

What exactly can make the young master change his appearance in just a few hours?

During this period of time in the Gu Sect, something must have happened, plus he hasn't seen Ying Liu for many days.

Will the young master...know something?

The assassin didn't dare to think deeply, his thoughts suddenly wandered in a daze, and an out of tune thought came to him.

Even if the young master does know something, he is just an assassin, why would he... show weakness?

Thinking of this, the assassin panicked inexplicably, looked away guiltyly, and let go of his hand uncomfortably.

But the fingers were held by someone, it was the strength that he could escape as soon as he struggled, it was soft.

But Qiu Yangui froze there, a cool touch came from his fingertips, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't move.

This is not intended to be a gesture of acquiescence.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes were very dark, and his long eyelashes concealed the emotion that was about to emerge, but in the end he just stood up and embraced him in his arms.

"I don't ask you." He whispered.

Qiu Yangui was shocked when he heard the words, and he raised his head to see the expression on the young master's face, but someone pinned the back of his head, and Zuo Qingyue whispered in his ear, in a soothing tone, "Yangui, it's the one you want like that."

He kissed the Assassin's ear, with a pious gesture that was difficult to ignore.

"What... what?" Qiu Yangui asked in surprise, his thoughts were in a mess, his quiet eyes were occupied by panic, and there was some secret expectation, he asked subconsciously.

What is he thinking?

Knowing that he is controlled by others, or...

Zuo Qingyue didn't respond, but just let go, Qiu Yangui raised his eyes in a sense of loss, and only had time to look into the peach blossom eyes that were close at hand, and then his lips and teeth were pried open, it was a gentle touch, the same as the young master of Miao Jiang on weekdays. The publicity is different.

This is Zuo Qingyue who belongs exclusively to assassins.

The breathing gradually became confused, and at the moment before the chaos in front of his eyes, Qiu Yangui heard the young master chuckle, "Yangui, you are not indifferent."

The veil that had been held for many years was suddenly torn.

The assassin's consciousness was clear for a moment, and his heart was suddenly bitter. He didn't respond, but he seemed to be suddenly ruthless.

The originally docile trapped beast broke the shackles, but remained restrained.

He seemed to be silently acquiescing, but also like a self-willed sinking, with his arms around the young master's waist, the bed was behind them.

Qiu Yangui was extremely conscious, boldly pushed him onto the bed, sat astride his hands and put his hands on the left side of Qingyue's ears, and for the first time actively and passionately kissed the person under him whom he had been thinking about day and night.

His eyes were reddish, inside was the loneliness that Zuo Qingyue hadn't noticed, the light golden bed curtain was shaking, it was raining in the clear pool for a long time, Qiu Yangui raised his hand to cover the red eyes, his voice was hoarse and almost inaudible, " ……yes."

A tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

—He was not indifferent either.

Naturally, he will not be indifferent, the assassin hides in the dark all his life, but he also wants to love someone in a fair manner.

The assassin knew it shouldn't be like this, but still followed his heart and hugged the young master tightly. At this moment, Qiu Yangui realized that he was so selfish.

Even if he had to leave eventually, he wanted to leave a trace in the young master's heart.

But when he really did this, the sadness in his heart was even worse.

He didn't mean to be indifferent.

May the rest of my life be with the young master, and after death, the young master will have no worries.

At least before he disappears from the world, let there be more smiles and expectations in those peach blossom eyes.

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The next day, the morning light scattered into the house like gold powder.

The young master disappeared early in the morning, but sent someone to bring Xiaolu, who seemed to have gained weight recently, lying on the palm of his hand with his head tucked in, he looked round and lovable.

Compared with the tense encounter in the first encounter, the appearance of the little green group docilely sticking to the assassin with its warm fluff at this moment is extremely cute.

For no reason, Qiu Yangui thought of the young master.

The years when swords were on the verge seemed to be the past life, and then the love that was born in secret with the light gauze was shattered under his sword.

It's really fate, three years of chaos have passed by in a flash, and now, although the mind is clear, it is difficult to stay with each other for a long time.

He was born to be a dying person.

Maybe the young master will hate him.

For Xiaolu Shunmao's fingers slowly stopped, the assassin pursed his lips, and there was movement outside, and he looked up.

Zuo Qingyue stepped onto the threshold, her flamboyant aura was subdued a lot, followed by Ying Shi who was looking down at the ground.

Qiu Yangui focused his eyes on one spot, then suddenly looked at the smiling Zuo Qingyue, and couldn't help calling out in a low voice, "Young master?"

Zuo Qingyue gave Ying Shi a wink, and only then did Ying Shi take a step forward, presenting the things in his hands with both hands.

It was a sword, the whole body was pitch black, dark red lines could be vaguely seen, and the small silver characters were printed with light.

Qiu Yangui's eyes suddenly became hot, and he trembled uncontrollably when he raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. Zuo Qingyue looked at him, and there was only Qiu Yangui left in his always sneering eyes.

He whispered, "It's still pleasing to the eye like this."

Ying Shi bowed slightly, took away the sluggish Xiaolu, turned and left wisely, and did not forget to close the door gently.

Seeing that he was silent, Zuo Qingyue was caressing the sword with his fingers, suffocating slightly with sour breathing, he stepped forward to say something, but saw the assassin hanging the sword on his waist, his reddish eyes were silent. Jing looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Young master, where are the handkerchief and silver bell?"

Zuo Qingyue was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect him to ask this, but he seemed to understand what he meant, "...Yan Gui still remembers."

"Yangui has always remembered." Qiu Yangui said softly, but it seemed to be loud, "Please return it, young master."

"Great rebellion." Zuo Qingyue warned lightly, but with a smile in his eyes, he took out an object from his arms, and the thing wrapped in the handkerchief flashed with silver light.

Qiu Yangui raised his hand to take it, the silver bell given to him by the young master was genuine, but there was an extra silver goose and silver feather under the falling bell, which was small and exquisite.

It seems that the spirit bird in the evening fog in the forest finally took away the wild goose feather with the wish.

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