How can we meet [Zhou Ye]

Jiang Botao was reconciling the ledger in the rain pavilion, and his ears were filled with the sound of rushing water and the sound of abacus, and... what is this sound?

Jiang Botao raised his head, and saw a pitch-black bird of prey flapping its wings and resting on the carved railing, moving from left to right, with its sharp beak opening and closing, as if it was about to scream. An inexplicable excitement lingered around him.

Jiang Botao was a little puzzled, and then he noticed a thin bamboo tube tied to the bird's paw. He stood up after setting up the abacus, and went to the railing to call Zhou Zekai.

Zhou Zekai actually saw Hua Diao flying back, and he was still a little surprised why he came back so quickly. He heard Jiang Botao calling him again, so he turned his wrist and retracted his sword posture, and turned back across the pond full of thousands of waves of water patterns, turning over Leaping into the pavilion, he stretched out his arms to Huadiao.

Jiang Botao watched the bird happily step on Zhou Zekai's arm with its paws, and turned its head around with great enthusiasm. The grass clippings and dirt on the paws made dirty marks on Zhou Zekai's light-colored sleeves. But it was a bird of prey after all, at least it weighed two to three catties, and it made Zhou Zekai feel a little uncomfortable when it twisted and turned like this.

"Bird," Zhou Zekai patted Hua Diao's head with his other free hand, and said, "Don't make trouble."

Hua Diao was quite obedient, so he stopped making trouble and stepped on his paws firmly so that Zhou Zekai could get the letter in the small bamboo tube.Zhou Zekai flipped the lid off the bamboo tube, took out a small note to read, then frowned, turned the note over again, and silently blushed for a moment.

"Xiao Zhou?" Seeing this, Jiang Botao couldn't help being a little curious. Judging by his posture, could it be that General Ye Qiu has sent a message?

"Su Ji..." There's no need to hide this matter from Jiang Botao, so Zhou Zekai handed over the note while speaking, motioning him to read it for himself.

Jiang Botao was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out his hand to take it over to read the whole text. It was written in small and beautiful words by Su Mucheng.

"When the cold night is ugly, at the door of Excellent Era's residence, bring an extra horse."

Oh, is this a meeting?

Jiang Botao glanced at Zhou Zekai, beckoning him to explain, Zhou Zekai knew it was time to speak, he thought about his words for a while, and said slowly, "We can't delay any longer."

"Hmm..." Jiang Botao rubbed his chin. They all knew that Ye Xiu was not missing, but was driven to the northwest. Now that the alliance has started to move, they have to move in order not to be beaten passively.

"Well, it's true that we can't delay any longer, shall I go or you?"

Zhou Zekai was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Jiang Botao was expressing his support. He smiled at Jiang Botao to express his gratitude. Although this question was just a formality, he still answered seriously: "Me."

That's fine.Jiang Botao nodded and said, "Of course it's good for you to tell me, and I know I can't stop you. Xiao Zhou, if you want to do something, just remember to leave me a letter."

Zhou Zekai's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately showed a handsome smile. The end of his beautiful eyes drooped slightly, forming a gentle and surprising arc—he usually smiles like this when he thinks of that person—Jiang Standing aside and watching in surprise, Bo Tao suddenly felt that there was no Samsara Sword Demon Wulang, only Brother Samsara.

With the mentality of seeing no evil, he sat back on the edge of the account book, holding the piece of paper and thinking about it.The light apricot-red Xue Taojian is indeed something girls like. Could it be that Xiao Zhou blushed because of this?Jiang Botao turned the paper over curiously, and saw that there was indeed a sentence on it, "Xiao Zhou, you are disobedient" scrawled in beautiful small characters, and there was actually a drooping leaf drawn beside it.

Jiang Botao suddenly felt visual fatigue.

My mother.he thinks.This is interpersonal flirting, and it's too damn capable.

TBC.

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How can "Zhou Ye" meet again ([-])

On the big cold day, light snow fell on this day, thin frost covered rocks, and the eaves were covered with capes. The faint chill was not enough to penetrate the bones, but it was cold enough.The entire Excellent Era mansion was silent, as if it had been evacuated, not even a single person could be seen.The sky was getting dark early, and just after the hour of You, layers of dark blue curtains fell outside the window, swallowing up all the remaining skylight.

Su Mucheng nestled alone in the room, leaning on the bed and reading a thousand-character essay boredly. The candle on the desk flickered, and the warm yellow light reflected her sweet face.It was pitch black outside, and there were no lights, and the clouds were covering the universe heavily. Under the oppression of the freezing cold of the winter night, there was a strange dead silence, and there was really no sound.

The candle flame was unsteady, she frowned, and continued to flip through a page with her fingertips.In this dead silence, there are always some strange emotions in my heart that are slowly transpiring. I can't tell whether it is anger or helplessness. When I touch it, it is cold and cold, but when I recall it, it is moist and warm.The sky and the earth are about to merge, and the building is about to fall, but she doesn't feel scary—it just feels desolate.

Su Muqiu died on a cold night eight years ago.

That day was different from today, with a vast galaxy and clear sky, a rare clear sky in the depths of winter.The night wind is extremely gentle, with the freshness of the snow and the dampness of the mist. It is soft and gentle on the cheeks, just like the ambiguous kiss of flower petals in midsummer.But it was clearly such a beautiful and peaceful night, but there was no beautiful and peaceful story that should match it.

So, is such an abnormal Ji Ye in winter some kind of ominous omen with malicious intent?

The snow on the steps hadn't completely melted, and it was greasy and slippery to step on. Su Muqiu was afraid that Su Mucheng would fall, so he turned sideways from the outside of the moon gate, intending to hand the warm yellow palace lantern to his sister.Little Su Mucheng stretched out her hand to catch it, but she didn't catch it—the light flickered violently suddenly, casting a broken spot of light in a chaotic panic—she looked up strangely, but stared blankly. Su Muqiu's hands and feet went limp when he got outside the door, a large patch of red spewed out from the lapel of his clothes, and then, like a butterfly with its wings broken, he fell to his knees on the stone steps in embarrassment and without turning around.

The lamp fell to the ground, and the tiny flame was swallowed by ice and snow in an instant.She was still young at that time, and in the ghostly silence and coldness, she could only lean towards her brother in horror and helplessness.Greasy and warm blood spread in her palm, Su Muqiu moved slightly, groped for her little hand in the dark, and then pushed her away forcefully.

"Keep quiet..." he said, "Mucheng, be good... stay away from brother..."

His voice is light and thin, subtle yet vividly reflecting the rapid and merciless passing of life.It was obviously a very weak sound, but when the last sound faded away, there were several more ripping sounds of arrows piercing through the flesh and blood—— Xunsheng Tuwu, so ruthless.Su Mucheng couldn't even make the slightest sobbing sound. She knew that if she accidentally exposed herself, her brother would be unable to move anymore, and would try to make louder noises to protect her——

She didn't know how long it took before the originally bright night sky turned gloomy, the original brittle yellow stars dimmed, and the original gentle night finally became terrifying and terrifying.Those ferocious arrows had dark red tail feathers, which was not the color of an "accident", but a warning after the acquiescence of the upper echelons.Behind her is clearly a magnificent mansion of luxury and bamboo, but at this time it is more like a bloody and salivating ghost, breathing like ice slag, standing on the sidelines and staying out of the matter.

Ye Xiu, who noticed something was wrong, rushed back from Pingcheng thousands of miles away overnight, and his black hair was blown into a mess by the extremely gentle wind all the way.He had never felt that the moon was so high and so far away. On the long way home, without resting for a moment, he ran away and killed three good horses. Seeing Su Muqiu who was alive and kicking and talking to him, lying in the thin cold snow was a cold and temperatureless Su Muqiu—and curled up by the threshold, weeping silently, crying so stiffly, a little Little Su Mucheng.

Ye Xiu walked over as if wandering, and slowly squatted down. He untied the knot on the side of his neck stiffly and in a panic, lifted a corner of the cloak, and hugged Su Mucheng, who was shivering from the cold, into his arms, trying to make the two of them feel together. All warm up.It's just that the icy cold that pierced into people's hearts viciously melted into ice slag in the blood, flowing all the way along the blood, making people never forget this kind of Ling Chi-like shock in their entire lives.

I can beat my life.

Ye Xiu's hand touching her head trembled as if shaking a sieve, and his usually flat and gentle voice almost trembled to that frequency.

But I just realized today that I can't win the sky.

After finally reaching Haishi, Su Mucheng rubbed the center of her brows, threw the scroll aside, stood up and stretched.She gently walked around the long table in the room, took out a paulownia qin from behind the carved wooden cabinet, and tapped it with her fingers, making a hollow and crisp sound of "tuk-tuk".

Putting on her outer clothes, Su Mucheng hugged the piano in her arms and went out, walked around the small courtyard on the cold stone road, and walked to the attic.She went directly to the highest floor of Mu Qiuhou, put the qin horizontally on the case, and then took the cloak on her arm aside, and tiptoed to pick up the dark wooden box on the top floor of the bookcase.

The wooden box was a bit heavy, Su Mucheng carefully carried it off, and then lightly placed it on the side of the xylophone.She wiped the dust off with a muslin cloth, revealing the gilt hollyhock flowers blooming on the top of the box.She lowered her eyes and looked at it quietly for a while, guessing that it was almost time, then turned around and lit the incense burner, sat down with her skirt on, hugged the piano on her knees, stretched out her fingers to pluck the strings, and after a few times of playing, the sound of the piano became clear and clear. It pours out, and if you listen carefully, it is better than a ostrich singing at night.

After Su Muqiu's death, every year on a cold night, Su Ji would go to the pavilion alone,