Jin Boliang: Concubine Mei does not accept joy

Chapter 75 Gathering: Hot Pot
The hot pot on the table next to it is full of mist, and the rich aroma makes people salivate.

Without looking at Miao Ai'er, Di Yao turned around and sat down, picked up the bamboo chopsticks in front of him, picked up a piece of beef and dipped it into the soup: "Aren't you with Ai'er?"

Miao Aier raised her head in surprise when she heard the words. Through the thin mist, she saw Di Yao's cold face, which still did not smile at all, and her heart beat wildly. She grabbed her hands tightly and walked into the table with difficulty. , sat down, but Miao Aier was too scared to move.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

The clear words rang in Miao Aier's ears, but she didn't seem to have heard half of them, and she didn't move her hands for a moment. Di Yao smiled, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and picked up another pair. hand, put the chopsticks into her hand.

Surprised by Di Yao's actions, Miao Aier, who was already terrified, shook her hand, and the chopsticks fell to the ground, making a crisp knocking sound.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment, Ai'er and Di Yao looked at the chopsticks lying on the ground with surprise.

"I'm sorry, young master, Ai'er..."

When the two of them came to their senses, Miao Ai'er knelt down like a bow on a string, her eyes were full of fear, "Ai'er didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me..." Weakly sobbed and followed The gurgling sound of the hot pot soup boiling into Di Yao's ears, but Di Yao turned his head calmly, picked up his chopsticks again, and ate the hot pot leisurely.

Miao Ai'er, who was kneeling on the ground, lay down on the ground in fear, her eyes were already red, but tears were streaming down her face, she just knelt quietly like that.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of hot pot, but Miao Ai'er can smell the chill mixed in it, it is a kind of short-lived calm before the storm, it is the biting chill of winter snowmelt.

"Zijue likes this thing the most, but I don't like it very much." After a long silence, Di Yao finally opened his mouth, put down his chopsticks, took out a silk scarf and wiped the corner of his mouth lightly. Di Yao suddenly turned and looked at the kneeling The woman at his feet said, "You, fell in love with him?"

Such a question was beyond Miao Aier's expectation, but also beyond Di Yao's intention, and they couldn't help being surprised.

Di Yao frowned, he didn't understand why he would ask such a question, it was not like what he would do before, however, he quickly attributed it to that it was just his brother protecting his younger brother.

As if trying to cover up his embarrassment, Di Yao coughed lightly and said, "I know you don't have amnesia, you can fool Zijue, but you can't fool me."

"I grew up in a brothel since I was a child, and I am used to the intrigue between women. I only make a slight movement..." Di Yao deliberately paused, looking straight at Miao who was still kneeling on the ground. love son.

But in the next second, for some reason, Miao Ai'er felt that she was being pushed, and in a burst of panic, she was pinned by Di Yao in front of the empty wall not far from her side. Leaning against the wall by the ear, her bright obsidian eyes looked down at the restless Miao Ai'er in her arms for a moment, but she pulled her lips into a smile, exuding a coolness.

"...I can tell if she's real or not with just a little movement." Moving closer to Miao Aier's face, the smile on Di Yao's lips deepened, but it was full of sarcasm and banter.

Forced to have no way out by Di Yao's eyes, Miao Aier had no choice but to lower her head, not looking at him, but her heart kept beating in her chest, as if it would pop out in the next second.

"Ai'er..." This Ai'er, Di Yao's voice was extraordinarily gentle, not like the sympathy and pity he had for her in the past, nor the coldness towards her in the past, it was just as gentle as water, flowing gently through her restless heart , "Ai'er, tell me, you just want to stay here, tell me!"

Today's Di Yao doesn't want him at all to be cold before, he is fragile like a child who is in a hurry to get someone's love.

That's right, a child longing for love.

However, even though Di Yao frankly revealed his fragility, Miao Aier just blindly felt uneasy because of such an ambiguous distance and such ambiguous movements, completely ignoring his fragility and uneasiness.

For a long time, there was still only the gurgling sound of the bottom of the boiling hot pot in the house. Di Yao lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of Miao Aier's hair. With the fragrance of white plums, thinking of this, a smile diffused in Di Yao's eyes, which was breathtakingly brilliant.

However, before the smile in Di Yao's eyes penetrated deeply, his body was pushed away abruptly.

Looking in disbelief at the woman who lowered her head in front of her, Di Yao was at a loss. Did she reject him?Or, did she really stay here for a purpose...

After staring at the silent woman in front of her for a long time, Di Yao's anger instantly surged into her brain, and she reached out and grabbed Miao Aier's slender wrist violently. In front of this man who turned his face as quickly as a book, Miao Ai'er became suspicious for a while, where did she make him so angry.

"Young master..." Miao Aier stared at Di Yao with misty eyes, and cautiously called out, "...Young master!"

"You're in love with him, right? Tell me, are you in love with Zi Jue?" Miao Ai'er lowered her eyes, unable to see his eyes clearly, but she deeply felt the love emanating from him. Injured, my heart ached, and I was about to explain, but was interrupted by Di Yao: "I should have thought of it a long time ago, he treats you like this, even a woman with a heart of stone will be moved." Self-deprecating Smiling lightly, "Okay, I get it. Since you are so concubine-loving, then I will fulfill you. When Zijue comes back, you will get married."

Turning around and walking out of the room, Di Yao's expression of indifference has returned.

Miao Aier leaned against the wall in a daze, with no expression on her face. Seeing Di Yao leave, she just whispered a word, but she didn't know whether Di Yao heard it or not, but he didn't look back.

Sliding against the wall weakly and sitting on the ground, Miao Ai'er's face was covered with tears, a few strands of scattered hair stuck to her cheeks, her hands hugged her knees tightly, Miao Ai'er buried her head in her arms helplessly , tears can not help wet clothes.

"Actually, you just want me to marry Zijue willingly!"

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of November, and Langlian and his party had already arrived in the capital of Luoxia.

However, Zijue and Langlian were the only people who went to Di Yao's mansion, except for that person.

"Why are there only a few of you, and others?"

"I don't know. He disappeared after entering the city gate just now. Maybe there is something to do. Don't worry, he is more familiar with this Luoxia capital than any of us, and nothing will happen!"

Talking disapprovingly, Langlian had followed Zijue into the gate.

It's just that Di Yao stood on the spot with a serious expression on his face. At this moment, it seems that there are not many people he will go looking for, and the only one he can look for seems to be that man.

The wind was surging, and the originally sunny weather changed suddenly for some reason.

The cold wind blew on Luo Yiming's face, causing deep pain like needle pricks, but he stood there like a stone statue, looking at the person standing against the wind on the city wall not far away, with a white jade mask covering his face, only revealing a pair of With his terrifying eyes, the wind blew his dark gown up and down in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Luo Yiming didn't know what happened, but looked at Yexi on the city wall and said something calmly, and then a guard left.

Then, he looked at the sky above the majestic palace, a large cluster of dark clouds rushed over, instantly covering up the extremely weak sunlight, and the sky was instantly covered with a layer of indifferent black, pattering down. It started to rain.

The cold rain hit Luo Yiming's face, but he didn't know it, he just stared at the white figure on the city wall, the woman who made him dream.

(End of this chapter)