When Ning Yujin found Mo Jingxiao, he was sitting on the roof drinking.
The long and straight legs, one stretched out and the other half bent, spread the dark robe wide open, revealing the dark gold trousers underneath.
The hand holding the wine bottle rested on his knee, the other hand rested on his side, his head slightly raised, not knowing where to look.
The figure was outlined by the shadow of the moon, the long hair was tangled in the night wind, and the outline of the handsome and resolute face was as sharp as a knife, but suddenly there was a hint of softness.
Ning Yujin looked at him from a distance. He was alone in the world. Behind him was a crescent moon with a sharp crescent moon. It was with him that he didn't know whether he was lonely or lonely.
She looked at him for a long time and hesitated for a long time, but finally failed to muster the courage to go over.
Under the roof, Murong Xuan and all the shadow guards looked at her eagerly.
She gritted her teeth, made a troubled face, and opened her mouth to Murong Xuan: Mr. Murong, can't you find a longer ladder?
Don't you know that for an ordinary person who can't fly here and there, climbing on the roof is a very dangerous and difficult thing?
Just as Murong Xuan was about to say something, he saw all the shadow guards suddenly running away and dragging Murong Xuan away with them.
Ning Yujin only felt that her eyes were dazzled, and she disappeared after blinking. She suddenly became angry.
This bunch of heartless people, thanks to her, went deep into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, and that's how they abandoned him!
Wait, why are they running if nothing happens?
Could it be...
As soon as the thoughts emerged in her mind, Ning Yujin felt a cold wave approaching behind her. Her body, which had been lying on the ladder for a long time without moving, was suddenly suspended in mid-air.
There was no need to guess who the person who suddenly floated over like a ghost was. She lowered her eyes, sighed and said: "Your Highness Prince Ding, there are actually many places on the human body that can be grabbed. You twist me every time.
The back collar always gives me the feeling that I am a kitten or puppy, which is not good, do you know?"
She regretted it after saying this.
Damn it, can anyone tell her why Mo Jingxiao hugged her waist instead of twisting her collar?
Fortunately, they were not far away. Mo Jingxiao almost stood up and jumped, and they landed on the highest roof of Prince Ding's Mansion.
As far as the eye can see, the lights of thousands of houses are dim, and the faint orange lights are shining everywhere, like a vast sea of stars.
Ning Yujin had never seen the night view of Shengjing from this angle. When she saw it, she was stunned for a moment: "It's so beautiful."
"If you like it, you can go to the roof to see it often in the future." Mo Jingxiao sat next to her and followed her with his eyes, taking in the surrounding scenery.
On the roof...
Ning Yujin immediately shook her head when she thought of how her legs were weak when she was halfway up the climb.
"If you see a good scene once, you will remember it for a lifetime. If you see it every day, it will be just an ordinary scene. I would rather keep the memory forever than let something that should be precious become cheap."
Well, it doesn't matter how high-sounding the reasons are, she just doesn't want to risk her life by climbing to such a high roof.
"There are so many messy thoughts," Mo Jingxiao curled his lips and touched her arm, "Do you want to drink?"
Ning Yujin's eyes lit up and she stared at the wine bottle in Mo Jingxiao's hand: "Is that okay?"
She was a good drinker in her previous life, but unfortunately she was too young in this life, and Xiangyue suppressed her, and no one would let a little girl in her teens drink. She actually didn't know the taste of wine for a long time.
Mo Jingxiao looked at her longing look and immediately handed the wine bottle to her: "Just take a sip."
"Okay, okay!" Ning Yujin said firmly.
Anyway, a small sip is still a sip, and a big sip is still a sip. Is she still afraid that she won’t have to drink?
But when the wine bottle was in her hand, the expression on her face became even more "pretty".
Mo Jingxiao, did you do this on purpose?
Did you deliberately leave only a small sip, and also told her to only take one sip?
Damn it, she wanted to take a few sips, but the question was, was there any wine for her?
and!
Ning Yujin held the wine bottle in her hand and began to be confused again.
Mo Jingxiao drank directly from this flask. If she drank too, wouldn't the two of them be doing it indirectly?
The result of struggling for a long time was that Ning Yujin opened her mouth boldly, took the wine bottle and poured the wine into her mouth.
That posture... is indescribably manly, indescribably rough.
Even Mo Jingxiao couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Actually, there are cups here."
"Ahem..."
Ning Yujin suddenly choked out a mouthful of wine, and tears flowed down her face.
Since there is a cup, why didn’t you tell me earlier?
If it had been anyone else, she would have yelled these words long ago.
But unfortunately, this person is Mo Jingxiao! It’s Mo Jingxiao who she can’t afford to offend or hide from!
She calmed down and finally suppressed the anger she wanted to express.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to give you something." As if she suddenly thought of something, she quickly took off a small bag from her waist.
Mo Jingxiao glanced sideways and asked suddenly: "Isn't it candy again?"
Ning Yujin's whole body movements were stagnant, and she burst out laughing loudly: "Your Highness Prince Ding, are you telling a bad joke?"
Mo Jingxiao: "..."
In the distance, the shadow guards asked Murong Xuandao in a low voice: "Mr. Murong, what do you mean by these two sentences that I said to Miss Ning San?"
Murong Xuan touched his chin and thought carefully: "If you understand it literally, it can be divided into several levels of meaning... If you analyze it logically, it can also be seen as two aspects... Of course, there are also different meanings for each person.
The difference in terms...well, maybe there are also dialect terms mixed in..."
Mr. Murong, enough is enough!
"Thing, thump, thump, thump!" Ning Yujin was dubbing for herself, while taking out a small rice dumpling from a small bag and handing it to Mo Jingxiao's hand, "Here, here's something to eat. Happy Dragon Boat Festival."
Mo Jingxiao's eyes froze, and he slowly stretched out his hand and took the rice dumpling: "For me?"
"I made it with my own hands. Eat it quickly." Ning Yujin looked at him intently with a pair of expectant big eyes on her face.
To be honest, she did make this rice dumpling herself, but because it was so ugly, she was too embarrassed to give it to others, so she planned to secretly hide it herself.
As a result, I didn't know which nerve was acting up, so I gave Mo Jingxiao an impromptu idea.
Mo Jingxiao pinched one corner of the rice dumpling and looked around. His eyes were as dark as night and his face was as calm as a pond, making it impossible to see any of his emotions.
Looking at Mo Jingxiao's expression, Ning Yujin thought that he disliked the rice dumplings she made, so she immediately stretched out her hand, preparing to come back: "If you don't want to eat, give it to me."
But Mo Jingxiao quickly untied the rope and peeled off the leaves, opened his mouth and took a bite.
"You gave me what you gave me, and you never want to take it back."
When Ning Yujin saw Mo Jingxiao's actions, she couldn't help but open her lips and smile.
Why does this sudden scene look a bit like poetry?
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and when they looked back at dusk, they found that man in a dimly lit place.