The fate of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

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Based on this point alone, Yan Lu doesn't have to be afraid of Zhao Gao's "overlord's bow".

After thinking for a while, Yan Lu sat comfortably on the bamboo chair next to Zhao Gao, picked up the words written by the two of them and looked carefully at them, and began to slowly find the mistakes they made, preparing to see them next time. Let her correct it.

Looking at Yan Lu who is so leisurely now, Zhao Gao feels very uncomfortable, but...it is true that he can't force Yan Lu to be too ruthless, maybe...Zhao Gao looked at the blade, and then at the beard on Yan Lu's chin. He lowered his head unwillingly, it was really an eyesore.

In fact, I just wanted to scare him, so that this guy couldn't feel that he was being controlled by him, but... this guy didn't seem to be afraid anymore.

Zhao Gao accidentally scratched the handle of the bamboo chair with his fingers, making an ear-piercing sound, which Yan Lu couldn't help but forget.

The handle of the elegant blue bamboo chair has been messed up by Zhao Gao's long red nails.

Yan Lu is a person who pursues perfection in everything, and few people know this, after all he looks so indifferent and not paranoid.

But Yan Lu is serious about everything from the bottom of his heart.

For example, the stipulated length of his beard and his brother's beard.

Since the two of them grew beards, the two senior brothers have had serious discussions on the problem of how long to grow beards more than once.

In the end, it was decided to be the current length, and the two of them agreed to shave their beards solemnly on the fifteenth of every month.

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Of course, later he began to think about the length of the nails of the three senior brothers.

Finally, under his strong suggestion, the senior brother and Zifang agreed to cut the nails with the three of them on the day before the fifteenth day. Of course, he was the executor.

So when Yan Lu saw Zhao Gao's nails, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, especially the noise in his ears made his heart, which had always been calm, agitated. Suddenly, he saw the blade on the tray made of nanmu, and his eyes drooped. .

Zhao Gao felt that he didn't know what was wrong, as if...he liked staying with Yan Lu more and more, even if the two of them didn't speak, Zhao Gao felt at ease, thinking wildly, feeling that his wrist was being grabbed.Subconsciously grabbing backhand, he firmly grasped the person who suddenly attacked him.

Turning his head to the side, the man's gentle black eyes were close in front of his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, before he could say anything, the unique clear and melodious voice of the man in front of him rang in his ears.

"Don't move, I don't have the skills right now, so I can't hurt you. I... just want to cut your nails for you. Your... nails are too long, I really can't stand it anymore."

When Yan Lu said these words, he was actually nervous. After all, it was not his turn to take care of this matter, but... his instinct was like this, and he felt really uncomfortable in his heart.However,... a little helpless to see the blood oozing from the sleeves, and feel that there is little hope.

Judging from Zhao Gao's quick and ruthless actions, he is a very guarded person, and it may be difficult for him, the Confucian second leader, to do such an intimate thing.

I saw Zhao Gao turned his head, as if lazily admiring the wanton and brilliant clouds outside the window.

"It's up to you, but it's Zhao Gao's honor to have the dignified Confucian second-in-charge do this for me."

The same mocking tone sounded as usual, Yan Lu didn't see the obvious blush on the pale skin under the cover of the brown-red hair on that side of the ear.

In the house, the sound of rustling grinding discs sounded.

There is a person who bends down slightly and tilts his head slightly, holding the opposite person's hand with one hand, and trimming the nails gently and patiently with a blade in the other hand.

One person, although his hands were in the hands of others, did not look in the direction of the opposite person, but turned his head, put his hands on the handle of the bamboo chair, and rested his head on it, as if he was bored.

The last ray of the setting sun shone on the two of them, and there was a sense of the tranquility of the years slowly rising.

Zhao Gao turned his head impatiently, but did not move his hands.

The face of the person in front of him was only two fingers wide from him, and the golden light was painted on it, forming a beautiful painting.

The smooth forehead is inexplicably shimmering with the brilliance of broken gems, the long eyelashes cast shadows under the eyes, the bridge of the nose is still high, and the mouth is tightly pursed, but it does not make people feel frivolous.

The silver-gray pupils began to observe Yan Lu carefully, he had to admit that this person was a gentle person down to the bone.

But...he didn't believe that people who had lived in King Zhao's palace, perhaps those who had experienced wars, would always have such a good temper.

When he was fighting against Sheng Qi, for a moment, he saw that almost bloodthirsty and violent eyes, but it was hidden very quickly, almost no one could see it, but he, Zhao Gao, looked at people's faces and approached People who have been around for more than 20 years, how could they not catch it.

Although in the end he let Sheng Qi go and did not sneak attack him, at that time he lamented almost ironically that Yan Lu was a handsome gentleman, but then he thought again, maybe this is where Yan Lu's brilliance lies.

The reason why the empire came here this time is to make Xiao Shengxianzhuang calm down and suppress them. Therefore, in these three battles of discussion, although it is said that exchanges and exchanges do not care about success or failure, whoever does not understand that this time the empire wants to win, Otherwise, why come to Songhai?

However, if the little sage Zhuang loses, they will lose face again.

Therefore, the battle of Yan Lu Shengqi is very important. The empire must win, but Yan Lu can't lose in a very ugly way. If he wants to lose, he will be upright, if he will lose clearly, and if he will lose, it will be convincing.

So in the end, although Yan Lu was judged as a loser, everyone with a discerning eye knew that Yan Lu was superior, even Shengqi himself thought so.

To make the enemies in the battle think that it was unfair for him to win, Yan Lu is definitely not as easy-talking as he looks.

It was also from that moment that he inexplicably churned out the complicated feelings he had suppressed more than ten years ago, so he took Yan Lu captive without hesitation.

The wrist was gently held up by the man, and he could feel the warm touch of the skin. Seeing that his fingers were neatly trimmed by Yan Lu, they were beautiful and clean, and the fragrance of ink in his nose became more intense, but not offensive. His eyelids became heavy, and he closed his eyes.

After Yan Lu finished cutting the five fingers of Zhao Gao's right hand, he was about to remind him to change his hand, but when he raised his head, he found that Zhao Gao had fallen asleep.

This murderous, cruel and cold-blooded person fell asleep without warning in front of him. You know, he had scratched his arm before, this... also changed too quickly.

Because of the angle, half of Zhao Gao's face was covered by halo and half was buried by shadow, making it impossible to see through.

Yan Lu just rested his chin in his hand, looking at Zhao Gao, who seemed exceptionally quiet at this time, with his eyes like bright stars.

Zhao Gao only felt back pain in his sleep, slowly opened his eyes, his body only moved slightly, and instinctively wanted to get up, but before he could stand up, something seemed to slide down his body, and suddenly he felt a chill The feeling invaded.

He took a closer look at the thing under his feet, and it was a dark black double-breasted cloak.

After a little movement, Zhao Gao frowned.

If I had known earlier, I should not have fallen asleep lying in a chair. When I woke up, my body felt uncomfortable everywhere, my waist was sore, my back hurt, my whole body was very tired, and I didn't want to wake up, but I felt very uncomfortable.

After thinking about it again and again, Zhao Gao stood up slowly, and rarely stretched without the slightest gesture. If someone was here, he could hear the faint crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other.

He bent down and picked up the cloak under his feet and casually put it on the bamboo chair. While moving his body casually, he walked towards the study door and opened the door neatly.

A gust of cold wind suddenly hit, causing Zhao Gao to shiver coldly due to his unbearable physiological reaction.

It seems that it has been about three days.

He... just let himself sleep here like that?

Just cover him with a cloak and leave?

Just...are you alone?

Obviously, I have adapted to being alone very early, but why is my heart inexplicably lost now.

Zhao Gao just stood in front of the door, standing in the air vent, with his hands hanging down unconsciously, his slightly long brown-red hair fluttering because he didn't wear a top hat, and he looked extremely desolate in the dark night.

The eyes hidden under the hair are calm and rational, but when you look closely, there is a trace of bewilderment.

Zhao Gao stood in front of the door in a daze, not knowing what to do, not wanting to do, and more... not knowing what to do, this situation and the scene had a sense of desolation and sadness.

"Huh?... Are you awake?"

Not far away, there was a warm and mellow voice.

I saw the man carrying an exquisite palace lantern, the soft candlelight it emitted made his eyebrows and eyes more distinct and deep, and the other hand was holding a lunch box.

He walked calmly and gracefully, and slowly approached him. The wind was blowing more and more strongly, but his heart felt inexplicably happy and excited.

Although he was very happy in his heart, his expression did not reveal anything.Zhao Gao asked in a deep voice with no expression on his face.

"where did you go?"

Yan Lu didn't care about Zhao Gao's provocative words, and unhurriedly extinguished the candle, put down the palace lantern, and put the food box on the desk where he practiced calligraphy during the day.

Slowly remove the lid of the food box, bring out the dishes, and then remove the interlayers layer by layer, the air began to be filled with the tempting fresh aroma of the food.

Zhao Gao didn't seem to be moved by this, but sneered and said

"Mr. Yan is really understanding, but..."

Originally, Zhao Gao secretly rejoiced that Yan Lu cared so much about him, but he didn't expect that this person... fell down while he was ridiculing him and started eating on his own, without even looking at him.

Zhao Gao suddenly stopped talking, walked over and sat down with a displeased face.

Zhao Gao rarely felt hungry