From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 62 The taste of JQ

Nanhu Lake in summer night is quiet and pleasant. The evening wind blows over the lake, making it a bit cooler and less hot. In the shade of trees, a few lanterns are hung, and the quiet halo falls, making the avenues blurry In the depths, a few cicadas chirped from time to time, and the grasshopper's chirping accompanied by the undulating cries of frogs in the lake became more and more noisy.

By the lakeside, girls from several families gathered around the willow trees and laughed happily, flicking the cool water, chasing and playing.

Su Ziyu stepped on the path paved with small stones by the lake with a smile. The thin willows swayed gently in the wind, squinting people's eyes, and he smiled and pushed aside the slender branches and leaves in front of him. Looking up, in the gazebo by the lake There was a slender figure from the back, who was the one who invited me.

Su Ziyu adjusted his clothes in a good mood, walked in slowly, and bowed a few steps away: "Xiaosheng Su Ziyu..."

Before the words fell, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a soft sword had already been attached to his neck, and the cold touch penetrated against his skin, which made people in midsummer feel a bit of chill.

Su Ziyu smiled awkwardly, looked up, the exquisite slapped face, the blurred peach blossom eyes, excluding the gloomy face staring at him, this lady of the public family is really a beauty.

"Miss, isn't it too much?" He glanced at the slender hand holding the long sword: "Didn't Miss ask Xiaosheng to come here?"

After thinking about it, he shook his head and said again: "On the willow's head on the moon, after dusk..."

It's okay not to say, but when he said that the soft sword came close again, the sharp edge frightened Su Ziyu's face pale.

"What about the letter?"

Su Ziyu hurriedly took out a letter from his body and handed it over. Ye Xiaoxiao opened it with one hand, glanced at the small characters on it, and understood a little bit in his heart.

My own handwriting is big, and the petty small characters are hooked and twisted. At first glance, it looks like Wang Qian's handwriting, and my husband even clicked it back then.

"It's a pity, I'm not the one who invited you here!" Ye Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, put the soft sword away from her waist, and put the letter into her arms.

"Oh, miss, you received the letter, how can I go to this beauty to get rid of my love?"

Tender Rabbit glanced at this disciple-like person, and said, "Don't worry, I will help you find someone to solve your lovesickness!"

When the two were talking, in the woods, Wang Qian looked over. It was so dark that she couldn't see the soft sword. She saw the two sticking together. She didn't know what they were talking about. She turned her head and looked anxiously. Why didn't Zhu Yunbi, a dead girl Call Chitose over?If you miss such a good show, all your hard work today will be in vain!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw on the other side of the road, Pingyang Wang Feng Junran standing quietly behind the willow branches. The green willow branches became a natural curtain. In the gaps between the branches, those slender eyes seemed to follow the dark night. Blending into one, people can't see clearly, this person's current mood.

Wang Qi poked her head out curiously, but saw the person behind the branches and leaves suddenly turned her head to look over. Those slender eyes were dark and cold, like a wolf coveting its prey in the wilderness.

Wang Qi's heart trembled, and she hurriedly looked away. Who knew who was hitting her neck fiercely from behind. Before she could react, she was knocked unconscious on the ground.

Feng Junran pushed aside the branches and came over. Dong Luo kicked the fainted Wang Qian, and couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, what should I do?"

"Throw it into the Chengnan Cemetery."

Dong Luo twitched the corners of his mouth, and managed to hold back his smile with great difficulty.

Who said His Highness is deserted and tasteless?At least his cold humor is in place, Chengnan Cemetery, I don't know if this lady who schemes against His Highness will faint from fright?

Dong Luo was in a good mood and left behind his back. He would be happy to go together to see how people fainted from fright. It must be very interesting.

Glancing at the person who was being carried away by Dong Luo, Feng Junran snorted coldly, since he was young, he was always making trouble for the tender rabbit.

Looking up again, the people who were sticking together just now finally separated, one with an indifferent expression, and the other sticking upside down.

He thought for a moment, then still pushed aside the green willows and walked over.

"Hey, thousand years old, Pingyang King!" Seeing the person coming, Su Ziyu rushed forward enthusiastically, with his arms around Feng Junran's shoulders, with his shoulders hooked and his back on his face.

The people in the pavilion turned their heads when they heard the words. Under the dim light of the lantern, their delicate faces became more and more blurred. The peach blossom eyes were still dark and graceful, but the redness at the corners of their eyes was a little more delicate than in the daytime.

"Where's Sister Wang Qian?" The little girl asked, she couldn't believe that Feng Junran would really come here for a walk by such a coincidence.

Feng Junran pushed Su Ziyu's hand away: "Chengnan Cemetery."

Ye Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and looked at Feng Junran with a strange expression. After not seeing this person for several years, he was still as sinister.

"Oh, little girl, I won't accompany you anymore. I have something to do with Chitose, you..." Su Ziyu wanted to say something, but Feng Junran rolled his eyes, and he obediently shut up.

"Xiao Xiao, I will send you back first, it's too dark outside, and I'm worried about you being outside by yourself."

The hoarse voice mingled with the wind in the dark night. For some reason, she thought of the elder brother who held her in his arms stubbornly because of the bloodstains all over the place, and the time when he went out. , ordered Wei Youting to send the food box, but the words she wanted to refuse got stuck in her throat, so she could only lower her head and hum slightly.

Hearing this, Feng Junran stretched his brows and eyes slightly, and the corners of his thin lips raised a slight arc, which fell into Su Ziyu's eyes, and it turned into a shallow smile.

Obediently, who can tell him that this is true!It turns out that Pingyang Wang Qiantui can also laugh!

"Let's go! Ziyu, you wait here for me."

After saying that, he turned around and left, but his pace was slow, until he heard the sound of footsteps following behind him, and then he resumed his normal pace.

Su Ziyu touched his nose, why did he smell a little bit of JQ?
And under the shadow of the trees by the South Lake, Zhu Yunbi walked out slowly, staring at the direction of people's departure with her dark eyes, and a cold smile curled up on the corner of her mouth.

The girls playing around under the willow tree waved at her, and Sun Yizhen smiled and said, "Sister Yunbi, why did you go, come quickly!"

Zhu Yunbi nodded, and asked intentionally: "I just saw my little sister with a strange man..."

"Hmph, that vixen, are there still few people hooking up in the Imperial College?" Sun Yizhen frowned in disgust: "She's just the daughter of a first-class official family, so ignorant, it's an embarrassment to Xiyun Palace!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yunbi curled the corners of her mouth, lowered her eyelids, and hid her expression.

Sure enough, my father was right to teach me that killing someone with a borrowed knife is what a shrewd person would do!

King Pingyang’s carriage does not have much space. Without the prince’s ceremonial guard, although Feng Junran’s expenses are at the level of a prince, everything is simple. The carriage to Beijing is just a green-axle carriage used by ordinary people, and there is not much space. , not to mention any decorations, only a layer of cushions was laid in the carriage, each of them had a corner, Feng Junran indifferently flipped through the "Doctrine of the Mean" in his hand, the lantern hanging in the carriage hung above his head, illuminating a Smooth and broad forehead.

Ye Xiaoxiaoan sat quietly in the opposite corner. The small space allowed her to smell the smell of Feng Junran. It was still a faint smell of ambergris, quiet and elegant, and any kind of scent mixed with it would be fine. Become the ultimate aroma.

The piece that the founding emperor gave to the ancestors was still not used up after so many years. Grandma said that it was given to the ancestors, and naturally only the ancestors could use it.

The two of them didn't speak, and the carriage fell into silence, only the sound of the wheels of the carriage pouring into the ears, occasionally mixed with the sound of flipping books.

After a long time, Feng Junran raised his head, took out a package from the corner, and placed it in front of the little girl.

"Zhuzhou's specialty, the best Kunlun snow chrysanthemum."

The tender rabbit was stunned, and looked up. Under the candlelight, the handsome face was covered with a layer of soft color, and the pair of jet-black eyes also softened. In the dimness, only two pitch-black eyes were still the most intense color.

　Let Piao Piao come more violently...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)