When the plum blossoms are gone, the people are gone

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Xiao Rong looked at Nangong Yin Lu who was in a daze and asked.

"It's nothing..." Nangong Yinlu looked at the bamboo forest and said softly.

"En..." Xiao Rong couldn't say anything.

"If you have nothing to do, go down." Nangong Yin Lu said slowly.

"Yes..." Xiao Rong looked at Nangong Yinlu and felt a little complicated. As a bodyguard, he had been with Nangong Yinlu for half a year, but he felt that although Nangong Yinlu was very polite to him, but... Nangong Yinlu was I'm still very distant from myself...

"Okay, why don't you leave?" Nangong Yinlu noticed that Xiao Rong was still there, so he squinted at Xiao Rong and said, his tone was a bit cold.

"Yes, this subordinate will leave now." Xiao Rong said.

"Alas..." Nangong Yin Lu obviously paused, and then said slowly, "Stand farther away..."

"Yes……"

The faint sound of the flute suddenly sounded behind Xiao Rong. Xiao Rong had heard this song before, it was "Journey to Gusu". His sister had played it to him before. It was an elegant and cheerful feeling, but in Nangong Yinlu's mouth, But there is a touch of loneliness and sadness...

Who do you remember...

who made you so sad...

Xiao Rong couldn't help thinking of...

Suddenly, Xiao Rong shook his head as if waking up from a dream, trying to kill this kind of strange thought in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Xiao Rong's strange expression, Nangong Yin Lu asked with concern, while slowly reaching out to Xiao Rong's cheek...

"Why are you in a daze?" Nangong Yin Lu asked.

"Ah..." Xiao Rong dodged Nangong Yinlu's hand reflexively, "No, no...Young Master, you are overthinking."

"Ah... oh." Nangong Yin Lu was also a little embarrassed, she didn't know where to put her outstretched hand, she was at a loss for a moment.

"Young Master..." Seeing Nangong Yin Lu's troubled look, Xiao Rong couldn't bear it, and stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Yin Lu's pale and thin hand.

"Why didn't you kill me then?" Xiao Rong asked the doubt that had been stuck in his heart.

"Oh...and why..."

"You... Listen to Xiao, I look like an old friend of yours..." Xiao Rong asked tentatively.

"Crack!" In an instant, a bright red palm print appeared on Xiao Rong's face, "Who made you troublesome! I warn you not to talk nonsense in the future!"

"Yes..." Xiao Rong saw the change in Nangong Yin Lu's eyes, and there was a trace of pain and depression in his heart...

It's very strange, this is a kind of pain that I have never felt before... This kind of pain is different from the pain I have experienced before, those are just a kind of physical surface, but now...

This is a kind of pain from the heart, why is this?Why……

"Alas... I'm sorry..." Nangong Yinlu sighed again, and found that he had made a mistake, and felt a little guilty...

"It's okay." Xiao Rong said, he didn't look at Nangong Yinlu. For some reason, he really didn't want to see Nangong Yinlu.

"Sigh... I'm sorry, I hit too hard just now, I didn't mean anything malicious..." Nangong Yinlu took out a small jar of ointment from his cuff, opened it, and gently applied it to Xiao Rong with his fingers. face.

"My lord..." Xiao Rong was surprised for a moment, and his eyes looked at Nangong Yinlu with some surprise.

This young man who saved himself gave people a feeling of being weak and boneless, and at the same time he felt very indifferent. He was like this for everything around him. It seemed that nothing or people could change everything. When Nangong Yinlu saved him When I was alone, I thought I was special to him, but I was reminded over and over again that it was only because I looked like an old friend of his. Xiao said so, and Shang Moli said so... Gradually, I actually started to feel a little jealous of that old man who looked very similar to me, why... This kind of emotion was something I didn't expect when I first came to Beiwang.

I really want to take care of him, but I don't want to be used as a substitute for others all the time. He wants to be himself, as long as he can stay by his side, there is no other extravagant hope...

"That was one of my former guards... called Jing Shiyu..." Nangong Yin Lu seemed to take a deep breath, and said slowly.

"Jing Shiyu..." Xiao Rong also said the name softly, as if he remembered something, it turned out to be that person...

It's really...fate to trick people...heh...

"Let me tell you..." Nangong Yin Lu raised his eyes to look at Xiao Rong, and smiled bleakly, "It's okay...it's all in the past...let me tell you...it's nothing..."

"You, if you really don't want to say it... don't say it..."

"Shut up! I want to tear open the scar, what else do you want..." Nangong Yinlu's voice was a little low.

"Okay..." Seeing what he said, Xiao Rong couldn't say anything, so he had to listen attentively...