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Chapter 207 The Heart Is Desolate, How Much Hate (3)
"Thinking about it this way, your unique qi movement method has gradually made your true power break free from my restraint. When you found out that you have martial arts, you began to doubt my words. Just imagine how it is possible for a daughter of an ordinary family to possess advanced martial arts. mentality?"

"I'm too confident in my secret technique, and I don't like lying to you too much, otherwise I can make up a more comprehensive lie." Ayou's tone was not regretful, and the flickering between his brows was more of fatigue .

I took a wine jug from the table by hand, poured myself a glass of cold wine, and drank all the bitter taste, "No matter how well-thought-out a lie is, it will be exposed one day."

Ayou smiled and asked, "When did you discover that you have martial arts?"

I said, "Five months ago."

His slender fingers tapped on the table lightly, and said, "It really is."

I drank another cup and said, "You already understood it in your heart, didn't you?"

He smiled sadly: "We both understand each other, because, since that day, we have been tempting each other, and we have been testing each other for a day."

I lightly stroked the rough porcelain jug, as if it were exquisite Jun kiln porcelain, with a trace of nostalgia, melancholy, and resentment, and said: "Use the battle of the Yan army and the Southern army in Dongchang to test whether I can recover my memory. Also check the source of your news, and use your group of pigeons to hint at you by the way, to see your reaction."

He nodded, thought for a while, seemed to find it interesting, and suddenly laughed, until he burst into tears: "Look, what an interesting couple, they really are rivals at chess, each with their own scheming, interesting, extremely interesting."

I turned my eyes away, and said, "You must have men all over the place. You have found so many identical gray-backed pigeons, let one out to send a message, and immediately put another one in the cage. I can't find out that there are no pigeons at any time." .”

Ayou raised his eyebrows: "It's a pity that you told me in the end, not everyone with gray backs and blue eyes will like it, I have calculated everything, and I missed the pigeons, but the pigeons actually have feelings."

I said coldly, "Since people have feelings, why can't pigeons have them?"

He suddenly leaned over to look at me, stared into my eyes, and said, "People have feelings, how about you? Do you have any? These days, tell me, is what you see true or false?"

I avoided his gaze and looked at the Amaranth planted under the wall outside the window. It was blooming lively and glowing. At first glance, it was as rosy as clouds, A thousand-day red, what a name, but unfortunately, no one has a hundred years Well, there are no thousands of red flowers.

Seeing that I didn't answer, he chuckled and changed the subject, "When did you contact your people?"

My eyes flew over coldly, "Years ago, when Cui Cui and Feng Xian invited me to buy new year's goods at the market, unfortunately, I couldn't really get in touch with them. When they saw my bright eyes, It has already been discovered by your people, what kind of person are you? If you don't arrange it properly, how can you let me go out alone?"

He remained silent, took the jug and poured himself a cup.

"When I went to the market for the second time, I didn't see any people who saw me with strange expressions. I know that those people were either killed by you or imprisoned by you. It would be futile for me to go again. It will bring them death instead.”

Ayou rested one hand on the back of the chair, lazily pouring wine down his throat, "I didn't kill them, don't worry." He pursed his lips, and said, "How did you know there was something hidden in my hair?"

I was slightly in a daze, thinking of the night when he was drunk on December 23, the biting bite that was obviously only slightly painful but deeply painful, and thinking of my fingers being only a short distance away from touching his hair knot, a little bit of sadness arose in my shame and anger , After a while, he said: "You seem to be casual, but you are actually very particular. You change your clothes very frequently, except for that hair tie, which you have never changed."

He looked at me with a smile: "How do you know that I haven't been using the same headband all the time?"

I said lightly: "I have made a mark, a very small pinhole that only I can see."

A jug of wine gave us a question and an answer, and it went down for more than half of it soon.

Ayou's face was slightly blushed, and the figure in Tsing Yi was reflected in the floating dust of the sun, so elegant, soft and illusory that it was not like a real person. Looking at him, I just felt that people are really strange things, the more beautiful the appearance , the more complicated the heart, like a painted skin, rolled up the beautiful outer skin, who knows what is inside?Just like at this moment, looking at Ayou's eyes full of autumn water, would those lovely village girls think of the depth of his city, making people shudder?
"Let me ask the last question. Since you don't want to burden them, why did you go out again on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month? After that night, why did you change your mind and spend these three months with me quietly?"

I pointed at him: "Do you have a chronic illness? It happens every [-]th day? Every [-]th day, the pigeons are more merrily. It must be changing frequently? Are you making arrangements? I don't know you I am planning something, but you must be the weakest day, and your daily guards must have other arrangements, if I want to find a chance, it is only on this day."

After drinking the last glass of wine, I said, "As for the last question, I don't want to answer it."

Yes, I don't want to answer, I don't want to tell him, on the night of the full moon, at the bustling lantern festival, the people in Jinghuasi are all alone and haggard. I can't bear to let him support my sick body to stop my return. I don't want to tell him that seeing his exhaustion makes me feel extremely tired. I don't want to tell him that when I sat beside his bed that night, I suddenly lost all hope and finally decided to give up temporarily.

I was tired of this long intrigue, and I believed in my own inner feelings. The joy and agitation when I looked at him told me that I loved this man, and the slightly painful expression when he looked at me also told me, This man loves me.

Then, as he said, it would be nice if we could keep that beautiful moment for a while longer.

That night, I said to myself, since I couldn't completely separate from him at that time, since we still have to get along with each other as before, and since the final parting will come sooner or later, why should we let those endless temptations before the sad end Being tempted ruins the short time together, ruins each other's state of mind, and sighs in front of the huge defenses built by each other?
(End of this chapter)