Jin Boliang: Concubine Mei does not accept joy

Chapter 72 Gathering, Full Moon Night
"Ai'er, I still have to leave first." But she didn't know that leaving so eagerly had already betrayed everything.

Turning around, looking at the back of Zijue leaving in a hurry, Miao Aier's eyes flashed a trace of ambiguity, but it disappeared only for a moment, replaced by indifference.

He bent down again to pick up the wooden basin and breakfast in front of him, turned around, and stepped into the house. Without the slightest hesitation, the heavy wooden door was gently closed.

At the corner, Zijue leaned his back against the wall, with obvious pain in his eyes, but he lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. This kind of smile was too sad and burned everything around him. To give up, cry, but the tears refused to fall for a long time.

"Zijue, are you crying?" A voice that seemed surprised and seemed to be taken for granted rang in Zijue's ear, and when he raised his head suddenly, Zijue saw the cold and handsome face of the person who came, and couldn't help but feel suffocated.

"Big brother?"

Ignoring Zijue, Di Yao leaned over to look at the closed door not far away, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "Do you like her?" His eyes looked at Zijue who bowed his head for a moment.

Hearing Di Yao's words, Zijue was startled, and hurriedly knelt down: "Zijue didn't dare, Zijue knew he was wrong."

Laughing helplessly, Di Yao stretched out his hand to support the man in front of him, and patted his shoulder with one hand: "Zi Jue, if you like her, hold on to her, she is not mine, and if you don't hold on, she won't be yours either." .”

Stepping forward, Di Yao raised his head and sighed softly, like Zi Yun, no matter how hard he tried, he could never hold a piece of his clothes.

"Zijue, if you still think of me as your big brother, then think about it for yourself."

Raising his head, Zijue looked at Di Yao's back that was gradually going away with loneliness, and unconsciously clenched his hands tightly, thinking about himself?What are you thinking about?Elle?But she has rejected everything from him so directly.

"Di Yao, what do you mean?"

Di Yao held on to the black chess with his right hand. There were two cups of freshly brewed Tieguanyin beside the chessboard. He was sitting leisurely in front of the low table. He raised his eyes, but didn't make a sound.

All the way to the door rushed to Di Yao, raised his hand and waved, an unfinished game of chess was suddenly disrupted, black and white chess pieces fell all over the floor.

Even so, Di Yao still didn't look at Langlian, and just leisurely put a black piece in his hand into the chess box. Instead, he picked up a cup of green tea on the table, gently opened the lid, and slowly slid the green leaves floating on the water. , the top-quality ceramic cup cover unintentionally hits the cup body to make a crisp and pleasant light sound.

"Lang Lian, what made you so impatient, drink a cup of tea to reduce the fire, this is the best Tieguanyin."

Seeing Di Yao like this, Langlian became even more furious, and suddenly picked up another cup of Tieguanyin on the table, regardless of whether it had just been brewed, raised his head and drank it, and then threw the cup on the table with a bang. There was a loud noise: "Why did you ask me to go back at this time? What about Yun'er?"

Taking a sip of tea, Di Yao put down the teacup in his hand, and finally looked up at Lang Lian, without any fluctuation in his eyes: "It's only my plan to let you go back. As for what to do, when you return to Xi'ao, I will Will let you know."

After finishing speaking, Di Yao got up suddenly, stepped close to Langlian, his obsidian-like pupils met his eyes coldly: "Langlian, if you want to save Yuner, you must listen to me, otherwise, I can't guarantee Yuner Can you come back safely?"

Hearing Di Yao's words, Lang Lian was startled and looked at Di Yao in surprise, but after seeing his serious face, he had nothing to say and could only suppress his inner anger, "Okay, I'll trust you for now, If Zi Yun is not rescued safely, I will definitely not let you go."

Wolf even shook his hand, turned and left.

He believed in Di Yao, believed that he would never hurt Zi Yun, just because she was the flesh and blood that he couldn't give up in his heart!
It was the next morning that Wolf Company left Luoxia Capital for Xiao.

In front of the mansion, Di Yao looked at Lang Lian who was sitting astride the horse with an expression of anger on his face, just smiled slightly, and handed him a lake-blue kit: "Lang Lian, don't forget everything I told you, This kit can be opened when you reach Xiao safely, remember not to read it in advance."

Suspiciously glanced at the inconspicuous lake-blue cloud brocade bag in Di Yao's hand, Lang Lian snatched it unceremoniously, and then galloped away.

Watching Lang Lian and his group go farther and farther, Zijue who was standing beside Di Yao couldn't bear it, and asked softly, "Young master, can he trust him?"

For Di Yao, Zijue is an existence that he regards as his own younger brother. People call him young master before, but they call him big brother after people.

"Maybe." But now, only he can make this go on smoothly.

"Little Lord."

Looking at Zijue with an anxious face, Di Yao just smiled and turned to enter the room.

"Young master, you don't even know if that wolf will help us even after reading our kit, so you just let him go? Young master..." After catching up to Di Yao in a hurry, Zijue opened his mouth with a series of words. The problem is that Di Yao's face is still calm, and there is only a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but it is a habit that has always come, a smile that covers up all the expressions and thoughts in his heart.

"Zijue, I only have a sense of proportion in this matter, you just need to look at Miao Ai'er in Xiyuan."

"Brother, Zijue is just worried about our plan..."

"Okay Zijue." Interrupting Zijue, the anger on Di Yao's face flashed away, but his smile returned in a moment, "After Langlian leaves like this, we just need to wait here and wait there." The news of the person is enough, during this time, you have to take a good look at that person in Xiyuan, you know, Zijue?"

"Yes." She lowered her head and replied embarrassingly, but seemed to have thought of something, Zijue raised her head and looked at Di Yao who had gone far away in front of her, and trotted forward, "Brother, I don't think there is anything suspicious about Ai'er. I think she must have really forgotten everything, can you let her out of Xiyuan?" With a flattering smile on his face, Zijue asked very cautiously.

"No." Before he could think about it, Di Yao vetoed it, and Zijue looked embarrassed, so he could only give up.

Seeing Zijue's disappointed expression, Di Yao finally sighed helplessly, and said softly: "Tell her, I will go to her tonight, and if she is safe, I will consider your proposal."

Overjoyed, Zijue's eyes flashed a scheming smile, but it disappeared only for a moment. He raised his head, looked at Di Yao's back that was about to disappear under the arch, and shouted: "Thank you, brother."

Zijue knew that his big brother who looked tough on the outside was actually very soft on the inside, and he couldn't bear the slightest bit of sad expression on his face. middle.

However, he didn't know, as smart as Di Yao, how could he not know his little tricks, but he didn't want to tell the truth, he didn't want to hurt him who was immature, he just wanted to give him a stable and good memory, not A broken memory like myself.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

Ancient poems always describe lovers meeting in the middle of the night in this way, embodying emotions in the scenery, it is all so beautiful.

However, tonight is not a spring night, there are no willow shoots, only the cold night breeze; tonight is not a midnight rendezvous of lovers, but a married couple who are courteous but insubstantial. Unintentionally, an amnesiac.

In the room, Miao Aier sat on the bed, her hands were tightly tangled together, but her eyes did not dare to look up at the man standing by the candle.

This man is undoubtedly Di Yao.

Standing by the table with his hands behind his back, the yellowish candlelight gently hit his resolute face, and the transition of light and dark made his face more three-dimensional and handsome.

Looking at Miao Ai'er sitting on the bed, Di Yao still had the usual smile on his mouth, but his obsidian-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

(End of this chapter)