"Brother Mu Cheng..." Jian Mucheng turned to look at Jian Yao, as if waiting for her explanation. Jian Yao knew what he wanted to ask, who was he? What was the agreement? But Jian Yao couldn't say, in order to keep Feng Yao.

Xie’s life is also for his own sake.

Brother Mu Cheng, you believe me, right? I shouted over and over again in my heart, but Jian Mu Cheng finally left her with a back view. Jian Yao's eyes were filled with mist, and Duan Enli's low voice came to her ears:

"Why don't you explain?"

Why? I thought there was no need to explain between him and me. Even if everyone turned their backs on us, we could still embrace each other. But when did that change?

The scenery of the "Sleepless Pavilion" remained the same. Jian Yao's fingertips slid over the protruding bluestone beside the arch, which was covered with wet and sticky moss. In the room in the east wing, the childish general once taught her to play dice. At that time,

He could still be so innocently happy and complain about Jimo's seriousness and ruthlessness.

The corners of Jian Yao's mouth raised and fell, and when he looked up at the moon, it was full and round, like a pearl handed to him by Jimo.

The wind blows the leaves, and there is a sad tranquility in the night. Jian Yao sighs, the sadness in his heart is for the lost life and for himself...

Suddenly there was the smell of sea breeze in his nose. Jian Yao smiled in surprise, held the pendant, turned around the corridor, and called softly:

"Jimo!"

The handsome young man in the night was surprised and took away the wine bottle from his lips. The man he missed was standing in front of him, dressed in moon-white gauze, with affectionate eyes.

"How could it be you?" The voice was hoarse, with a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

"I knew it was you because it smelled like the sea breeze!"

Jimo didn't say anything, but still leaned against the pillar, looking at Jian Yao quietly, sending his gentle eyes into Jian Yao's eyes across the distance of a tree of lilacs.

"I didn't expect you to stay in the palace!" Jimo smiled bitterly, but within a few months, everything in Nanyang had changed.

"I don't want to go back, no one is making trouble, no one is talking!"

Jian Yao knew that Jimo was missing Shidu. At that time, they often drank until late at night and then slept together in a slovenly manner. Huaisha often ridiculed him, but the intimacy between the three of them was naturally revealed.

"What about here? Isn't it lonely here?" Jimo raised his hand and pressed his chest, handed the wine bottle to his lips, and the hot liquid entered his throat, feeling indescribably happy.

Because you are here! Jimo swallowed all the suppressed emotions into his belly along with the wine. Only when he thought of Jian Yao, the astringent pain in his chest was relieved a little.

"Jimo, let me play the piano for you, okay?"

The moonlight gently kissed Jian Yao's face, dimming her lovesick face, turning into a slender moon to draw her eyebrows; Rou Yun quietly kissed her forehead, thickening her gaze with nostalgia, and scattered her black hair to accompany her; the lake water embraced her.

Her heart was intoxicated by the embrace of her beloved, and the autumn waves condensed into her bright eyes. From then on, the sound of the piano sang softly like fish sinking and flowers are shy.

When this scene fell into Jimo's eyes, it penetrated deeply into the burning heart. The plump eyebrows blooming in the smiling eyes were enough to make the lover linger for a lifetime.

With green jade fingers playing with the strings, Jimo slowly stepped onto the piano platform and sat sideways behind Jian Yao. His wind-blown hair swept across his nose, causing itchy throbs.

After the song ended, Jian Yao picked up Jimo's left hand and frowned at the scars on the back of his hand that snaked down to his forearm.

"How?"
Chapter completed!