Retreat, Retreat, Retreat!

It turned out that when she didn't know, Shen Xuan had already fallen. Xiao Changning closed the impermanence book and smiled uncontrollably at the corner of his mouth.

The morning outside the window is bright and beautiful, with the fragrance of birds and flowers, and another sweet day.

…

The night in April was deep and covered the twilight Fangfei all over the city. The clear night sky, filled with stars like torches, reflected in the winding city river of the capital, like a flowing galaxy.

The moonlight is soft and bright. Above the eaves of the gate of Fusi, Weibei Town, Jinyi, Yueyao sits in the corrugated room with one leg wide, holding a jar of good wine in his hand, and a flower loosely pinned on the placket. The bright red pomegranate flower is staring at the sea of ​​lights on the Shili Long Street in a daze.

There was the sound of broken horses' hoofs in the distance. She retracted her thoughts and followed the prestige, only to see Wen Lingyin riding on an oil-black horse, leading a team of guards and guards patrolling the city.

The flames were faint, the light and shadows were faint, and Wen Lingyin's figure was soaked in the moonlight, adding a bit of coldness that no strangers should get near, as if he breathed in and breathed in immortality.

The patrolling team arrived at the gate of Fusi in Beizhen and was passing under Yueyao's eyelids. Suddenly, Wen Lingyin seemed to be aware of her presence. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at her with his cold eyes unblinking. It fell on the wine jar in her hand.

Yue Yao suddenly felt a little guilty, like a deadly poppy kid who made a mistake and was caught on the spot, and subconsciously hid the wine jar behind her back.

It’s not good not to say hello. Yueyao takes advantage of the cheeky, just as if nothing happens, she still beckons to Wen Lingyin on the horseback with a smile: "Good evening, Master Wen! What a coincidence, Are you patrolling the city too?"

She used the word ‘also’, as if she was not stealing, but watching the night.

However, Wen Lingyin was not as harsh as usual, not even a word of criticism, but frowned.

Yue Yao was afraid of him being angry...No, she was not afraid to be precise, but she didn't want him to be angry.

In the future, I have to think about where this kind of dissatisfaction and care comes from. A night breeze swept past, and Yueyao's pomegranate flower that was loose in front of her chest fell with the wind, rolling along the corrugated **** under her. Down, a bright red arc was drawn in the air, and it happened to fall onto Wen Lingyin's official hat.

Wen Lingyin subconsciously raised his hand to catch the flower, losing consciousness for a moment.

Yue Yao was also startled. This flower was originally seen by her in front of the wine shop, and she thought it was pretty, so she picked it off with her hands. Who knew that the east wind blew the safflower off and fell into the hands of the incomprehensible and cold Master Wen...

He looked down, as if he had molested him.

Yue Yao was a little embarrassed for no reason. He simply borrowed the donkey from the **** and laughed and said, "It's hard to watch the night, and this flower will be given to you, Master Wen."

Yue Yao was sitting on the indigo-colored eaves in a drastic posture, with a black gauze round hat and narrow-sleeved martial arts robes. Behind him was the vast blue cloth of the night sky. The blue cloth was embedded with tens of thousands of bright stars, reflecting the sky. Haoyue, who was round in eight rounds, outlined her posture freely and brightly, just like the hot and prosperous pomegranate flower in her hand.

Wen Lingyin couldn't help but close the slender and clean fingers of his hand, carefully guarding the pomegranate flower in his palm.

Then the thin Gao Jinyi dressed as the general banner behind him said: "Continue to inspect and be careful."

The general banner led the night patrol team with a wave of his hand and left, leaving Wen Lingyin standing alone.

The moonlight is too beautiful, but Yueyao's heart is bad.

Sure enough, Wen Lingyin turned over and dismounted, and entered the gate of Beizhen Fusi with a handsome face. In a short while, Yue Yao heard a faint rustling sound, as if someone was climbing the eaves of the wall.

Sure enough! Yue Yao picked up the wine jar and got up, trying to slip in respect first, but it was too late.

Wen Lingyin climbed up the eaves that turned up like a bird's wing with one hand, turned over the roof, and walked towards her with the moonlight draped as if shocked.

At that moment, Yue Yao felt as if his heart was hit hard by someone...In fact, Commander Wen in a flying fish suit under the moonlight was so good-looking.

Different from Shenxuan's fierce and arrogant Jun, if it is said that Shenxuan is full of poisonous thorns, he is sharp and vicious, while Wen Lingyin's appearance is softer and more delicate, his brows are cold, and his lips are often pressed tightly, like a piece. The warm and cool raw jade is noble and alienated.

Because he had just stepped over the wall, his meticulous clothes were a little loose at this time, but the pomegranate flower in his hand was still intact, like a ball of flame lying in his palm.

The two stood a few steps away on the roof ridge, their robes hunting in the wind. The slight sound pulled Yue Yao back to her mind. She rubbed her numb chest with one hand, and hid the wine jar behind her with the other, looking at him from the left: "Today's moonlight is so beautiful, Master Wen, hahaha..."

Master Wen did not ‘hahaha’ with her. He didn't seem to like to laugh very much, he just stared at Yue Yao, his pale pupils reflected the stars in the river.

Yueyao gave a dry cough, and had to confess: "The injury of the humble job is no longer a serious problem. It is really greedy, so I drank a small altar." She said, she honestly handed in the remaining altar and a half, "Hey, There's a lot left, sir, don't punish me for dereliction of duty, okay?"

Wen Lingyin finally said: "You are already well wounded, and during your vacation, it's okay to have a couple of drinks."

Seeing that he didn't mean to be harsh, Yue Yao burst into radiance like a dead tree and did not care about Wen Lingyin's coldness, and enthusiastically held his hand and said: "Drinking and admiring the moon requires two talents to be interesting, Master Wen Can you have a drink with your face and a humble job?"

It was a polite remark, thinking that Wen Lingyin, who was strict with himself, would definitely refuse, but he did not hesitate to nod and agree.

"good."

Yue Yao was stunned for a moment, and then became happy, thinking that Master Wen is still very sympathetic to his subordinates, not as cold as what he usually sees.

Yue Yao took the lead to sit cross-legged on the eaves and patted the side of her body. Then she raised her head and said to Wen Ling: "The conditions are simple, please sit down on the floor."

Wen Lingyin's eyebrows were gently twisted, and his eyes fell on the position beside her, a little scrupulous about the dust on the corrugation. But he didn't hesitate for long, so he sat next to Yue Yao with his robe, sitting in an upright posture, and holding the pomegranate flower in his palm.

Two wine jars slightly larger than the palm of the hand, one half drank and the other unopened, Yue Yao patted the open-sealed mud and handed the unopened jar of wine to Wen Lingyin.

Wen Lingyin reached out and took it.

"Jing Jin Yiwei!" Yue Yao smiled and touched the wine jar with him, making a clear clash, like the ripples under the moon, and also in Wen Lingyin's heart.

Wen Lingyin wiped the rim of the wine jar with his sleeve, and then slightly nodded to Yue Yao, and poured a sip of spirits on his head, without even frowning his eyebrows.

The moonlight coated his cold side face with silver light. When drinking, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and a trace of wine overflowed from his lips, which was quickly wiped away by him.

The face is not red, the heart is not beaten, and the brow is not even frowned. Is the drinking volume so good?

Yue Yao was a little surprised in her heart, then touched the wine jar with him, and smiled with her eyes bent, "Master Jing Wen!"

This time, Wen Lingyin confronted her: "Jing Yue caress her." It seemed that a sip of strong wine entered his throat, which made him let go of many cumbersome restraints, and his expression was slightly relaxed.

In the past, she was busy with official business and did not find out, or found out, but there was no one to drink with. For the first time, Yue Yao felt that the night of Jingshi was so beautiful, and she was already drunk before the wine entered her intestines.

Yue Yao glanced over the pomegranate flower in his palm several times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Master Wen likes pomegranate?"

Wen Lingyin took a drink, then slowly turned his head away, looking at the lights in the distance, and said, "It's okay."

Yue Yao had seen Wen Lingyin drawing a sword, his posture was agile and hot, and his strength was extremely different. But as she got along with him, Yue Yao discovered more and more unknown aspects of Wen Lingyin... For example, a young commander who became famous in his youth and was cautious and majestic would actually care for a delicate flower in this way.

There was a magical attraction in him, Yue Yao became more curious, and asked, "What kind of flower does the lord like the most?"

Wen Lingyin lowered his eyelashes, opened his lips stained with cold wine slightly, and uttered two words: "Pear Flower."

"The kind of pear flower that'pears with rain'?" Yue Yao laughed, teasing his nostalgia for beauty.

Wen Lingyin looked puzzled.

Forget it, if I knew he was incomprehensible, how did he understand these romantic things?

Yueyao gave a dry cough and looked up at the starry sky and said, "Actually, humble jobs don't like pear flowers. In the spring of the year when my sister-in-law planted pear trees on the side of the official road, Saibei sent the elder brother and the second brother coffins one after another..." She paused, and said with a long sigh, "Oh, look at what I said so clearly! Come, respect tomorrow! May we win the day and get rid of the spies!"

Wen Lingyin just looked at her, and there seemed to be a rush of past events in his eyes, and it took a long time to return to peace. He picked up the wine jar and drank it, and said in a low voice, "To the future."

I don't know how long it took, two empty wine jars rolled down from the eaves, fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

On a whim, Yue Yao got up a little swayingly, blushing and said: "Master Wen is extremely martial arts, how about two tricks to ask his subordinates for advice?"

Wen Lingyin is still upright and expensive, without a trace of drunkenness on his face, he deserves to be refreshed: "Okay."

The two turned over to the ground, and Wen Lingyin carefully placed the pomegranate flower on the stone table aside. Only then did they straighten their robe and stand upright, and stretched out a hand toward Yue Yao and made a'please' gesture.

Yue Yao was not polite, posed quickly and quickly fought with Wen Lingyin. Most of the time, Yue Yao made the move and Wen Lingyin made the move.

Yue Yao punched it, Wen Lingyin dodged sideways, then grabbed her wrist and said, "Slow down."

Yue Yao shook his head, threw the little alcohol out of his mind, and tried his best to keep his clarity: "Come again!"

It was another palm hit, and was stopped halfway by Wen Lingyin, and then pulled along, pulling her into her arms and imprisoned her. When Yue Yao came back to her senses, she had been twisted behind her with one hand, her back was leaning on Wen Lingyin's chest, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Yue Yao simply bent his elbows and pushed it back, but he was wrapped up in Wen Lingyin's palm.

"Don't fight, don't fight." Yue Yao said simply, "I surrender, Master Wen!"

Behind him, Wen Lingyin did not immediately release, still keeping the posture of locking her. The front of the two of them was pressed against the back, bringing up an inexplicable heat.

"Master Wen?" Yue Yao was puzzled, raising her tone slightly.

Wen Lingyin regained consciousness and let go of her.

Yue Yao rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and exaggeratedly flattered: "As expected of Master Wen, with extraordinary skill, he is willing to bow to the wind!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Lingyin was not happy, but rather annoyed, and said coldly: "Do it again."

"what?"

"Do it again, I will let you win."

Understanding Wen Lingyin's meaning, Yue Yao repeatedly shook her head and said: "No, no, no, my subordinates just thought about it, winning or losing is not important. And you see, it's almost time for you to go back and rest."

Wen Lingyin didn't speak any more, lowered his eyes somewhat lonely, turned around and walked to the stone table, holding the pomegranate flower in his palm again.

Yue Yao was drunk, a little sleepy, and waved to Wen Lingyin: "See you tomorrow, Master Wen."

After that, she yawned and turned around, planning to go back to Fusi's bedroom in Beizhen to sleep.

Unexpectedly, after two steps, steady footsteps sounded behind him. She stopped, and the people behind also stopped. She moved forward again, and the sound of footsteps behind her followed unhurriedly...

Looking at the door of the bedroom, Yue Yao couldn't bear it anymore, turning around and wondering: "Master Wen, what do you always do with your humble duty?"

The slender and thin young conductor made the adult hold a pomegranate flower in his hand, standing upright like a green pine in the clear moonlight of the stagnant water, looking at her blankly, but there was hope in his eyes.

be lost?

Yue Yao pointed to the direction behind him: "The way out of the house is over there, the adults have gone the other way."

Hearing this, Wen Lingyin frowned, revealing a bit of loneliness and pitifulness. After a while, he ignored Yue Yao's reaction, and went straight past her into the bedroom, sitting upright on the chair in the room, looking down at the pomegranate flower in his hand, as if he was about to stay overnight.

"Hey?" Yue Yao was frightened by his imposing appearance, scratching the back of his head and said, "What's the situation!"

If the subordinates see the two bosses mingling together the next morning, they will not be able to clean up after jumping into the Yellow River!

"Master Wen? Master Wen!"

Yue Yao entered the door and shook her hand in front of Wen Lingyin's eyes.

In the darkness, Wen Lingyin slowly raised his head. His expression was as usual, but his cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his pupils were slightly dilated...

Yue Yao finally knew what was wrong, and said in amazement: "Master Wen, you...are you drunk?"