Touch the cold

The candle on the table was extinguished at some point. Mo Zijin didn't sleep, but closed his eyes and listened to Qin Yi's steady and gentle breathing.

This person, even when he was asleep, was so calm and stable, it was hard to fathom.

Listening to Qin Yi's breath counting slowly, Mo Zijin unconsciously moved towards his side, still the scent of Jia Nan, coming faintly, and then faintly dissipating.

There was some wind outside the window, blowing the leaves rustling, and the bright moon hanging in the sky, I don't know how many people were looking at it.

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A few days later, Mo Zijin set up a storytelling stand on the long street on a whim. He had actually abandoned this stand for a long time. Now, stroking the piece of Xingmu on the table made him feel a little familiar and a bit familiar. very strange.

"Brother Mo, what story are you going to tell today?" The boy from the grain shop across the street was not as tall as the table in front of Mo Zijin. With a childish face, he asked Mo Zijin innocently.

Mo Zijin looked down at him and smiled, squatted down and pinched his chubby face, and asked jokingly, "Brother wants to tell you a scary ghost story, do you dare to listen to it?"

"Of course I dare." The little boy looked fearless, "Mother said, I am a man."

"Okay, man." Mo Zijin picked up the little boy, weighed him and said with a smile, "You've grown a little heavier."

"Because Brother Mo hasn't seen me for a long time." The little boy put his arms around Mo Zijin's neck, pouted and said, "Brother Mo, what have you been doing these days? No one tells me stories even when you're not here. Very boring."

Mo Zijin was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He turned his head and dodged the boy's earnest gaze at him, and saw a gorgeously dressed man standing not far in front of him, looking at him with a complicated expression. he.

Mo Zijin narrowed his eyes, and felt that this person looked familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered it. After a little hesitation, he bent down and put the boy on the ground, and said, "Brother Mo, go talk to a friend for a while. If so, why don't you play for a while by yourself?"

There was a little disappointment on the boy's face, but he still nodded obediently and walked away.

The gorgeously dressed man was Chen Hanmo. Seeing that Mo Zijin had found him, he walked slowly in front of Mo Zijin, sizing him up impolitely.

"Master Chen." Mo Zijin was uncomfortable seeing him, so he first opened his mouth and saluted Chen Hanmo briefly.

Chen Hanmo nodded slightly to indicate that perhaps he had been in the officialdom for a long time, and he always carried an indelible official air in every gesture, even when he spoke, he was always domineering like a criminal being interrogated.

"What's your name?" Chen Hanmo asked immediately.

"Mo Zijin." Mo Zijin replied, paused every word, with a cold tone.

"Hmm..." Chen Hanmo weighed the gold-rimmed folding fan in his hand, and his face softened a little at this moment, "Mr. Mo, I have a few words to say to you."

Mo Zijin frowned slightly, took half a step back, and said, "Master Chen, just talk about it."

Chen Hanmo was a little annoyed when he saw Mo Zijin's attitude of refusing to leave him thousands of miles away. He wanted to fight him, stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, and said in a commanding tone: "I'm afraid this place is not suitable for you." Speak, and please come to my mansion to talk."

Mo Zijin frowned even more. He wanted to struggle a few times, but felt that it would be difficult to refute the face of the third-rank official of the imperial court. He raised his head and stared at Chen Hanmo for a moment. Although he was extremely reluctant, he finally compromised.

Chen Hanmo's Governor's Mansion is newly built, and it is decorated with great style. The flower hall in front of the mansion is twice as large as that of the Qin Mansion. The flowers and plants in front of the hall are arranged in a unique flavor. There is actually a strong young stag in front of the flower hall. It can be seen that Chen Hanmo is seriously valued by the court.

Mo Zijin looked at the stag, and sipped the hot tea in a cup casually, while Chen Hanmo squinted at Mo Zijin's side face, and after looking at it for a long time, he finally asked, "Young Master Mo, do you know why?" What is the relationship between you and Mr. Yanbei Yan?"

Mo Zijin knew that Chen Hanmo would ask him about this, so he didn't look away from the deer, and replied coldly, "I don't know this person."

Chen Hanmo was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then what is the relationship between Mr. Mo and Mr. Qin Yi?"

Mo Zijin paused, then turned his head to look at Chen Hanmo, with displeasure in his eyes, "Master Chen, you came to me to ask these irrelevant questions?"

Seeing that Mo Zijin was angry, Chen Hanmo finally confirmed his guess, but he couldn't tell whether it was a bad thing or a good thing for Qin Yi, so he only sighed, and then asked Mo Zijin : "No, I just want to ask, does Mr. Mo want to know about Yanbei?"

After Mo Zijin heard this, he half closed his eyes, put the teacup back on the table, and said calmly, "I don't want to."

He really didn't want to, or more importantly, couldn't bear it.Maybe in some things, if you are stupid, you will be stupid. If you know more, it will be a torture to yourself.

Chen Hanmo nodded, then smiled self-deprecatingly, straightened his waist and said, "That's fine, but if Mr. Mo wants to know in the future, you can ask me anytime."

Mo Zijin reluctantly curled the corners of his lips, stood up and didn't want to stay here any longer, gave a sloppy salute to Chen Hanmo, and then left.

Chen Hanmo just waved his hand, did not get up to see him off, watched him walk out of the house, and sighed secretly: "There are two people who look so alike in this world." Apart from the different voices, Chen Hanmo also I really can't tell what's different.After sighing, he stretched his waist, looked up at a cloud in the sky, and continued to think about how Qin Yi would react if he knew that Yan Bei was still alive.

While he was in a trance, a servant who knew how to cut a deer had already cut a bowl of blood from the deer in front of the flower hall, brought it to Chen Hanmo respectfully, and said, "My lord, this blood should Drink it while it's warm."

"En." Chen Hanmo responded lightly, feeling tired all over.

Mo Zijin didn't have the time to say anything that day, so he hastily closed the stall, turned back to Qin's mansion, and went straight to Qin Yi's room. Although he knew that Qin Yi couldn't hear him, he still yelled at him. : "Qin Yi!"

Qin Yi felt that someone had opened the door and came in, so he raised his head from the ledger, was taken aback when he saw Mo Zijin's furious look, then smiled and gestured: "What's wrong with you? There's a tiger chasing you behind." ?”

Mo Zijin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qin Yi. For some reason, he was always afraid that there would suddenly be another person beside Qin Yi, a person who looked exactly like himself.

"No." Mo Zijin said, then turned around, gently closed the door that he just pushed open, then turned back and said, "I wanted to scare you."

Qin Yi shook his head helplessly, leaned lazily on the chair, pointed to his shoulder and gestured to Mo Zijin: "It just so happens that you are back, my shoulder hurts, would you like to give me a squeeze?"

Mo Zijin smiled, walked behind Qin Yi without saying a word, and slowly rubbed Qin Yi's shoulders.

Qin Yi blinked his eyes. He wanted to tease Mo Zijin, but who would have thought that this guy was so obedient, which made him a little unbearable. He grabbed Mo Zijin's hand with one hand, and gestured with the other. : "I'm just teasing you, I didn't expect you to pinch me."

"If my shoulder hurts, will you pinch me too?" Mo Zijin asked Qin Yi without stopping the movement of his hands.

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Mo Zijin to ask such a question, he nodded after recovering.

Mo Zijin smiled, with some satisfaction in his smile, Qin Yi shook his head, turned around and hugged Mo Zijin, and sat him on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Mo Zijin asked, his face turning slightly red.

"I'll let you relieve my fatigue." Qin Yi gestured, resting his head on Mo Zijin's shoulder, and kissed him lightly on the side of his neck.

Mo Zijin hooked the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, while Qin Yi half-closed his eyes and leaned his head on Mo Zijin's body.

Mo Zijin reached out and touched Qin Yi's hair, and the smile on his lips deepened. In fact, he really wanted to know how important he was to Qin Yi's heart, and whether he could call his own name when he vaguely dreamed back. .

"Qin Yi, do you have true feelings for me?" Mo Zijin asked.

But Qin Yi didn't see this sentence, he buried his face at this moment, and only knew what Mo Zijin said by feeling, so he raised his face to ask him.

"It's nothing, I'll relieve you." Mo Zijin didn't repeat what he said just now, but smiled at Qin Yi.

The doubt in Qin Yi's eyes flashed past, he didn't ask any more questions, he rested his head on Mo Zijin's shoulder, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Mo Zijin turned his head slightly, and rubbed against Qin Yi's side face, his upper body didn't move, he just raised his arms and stretched over the bills on the table boredly to look at them.

Actually, Mo Zijin couldn't quite understand those things, but there was a painting drawn with ink pen in the list. The painting was a pair of eyes. At first glance, it was his eyes, but if you look closely It's not exactly the same underneath, there seems to be something extra in those eyes.

Mo Zijin stared blankly at those eyes for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at Qin Yi, seeing that his eyes were still closed, his brows were slightly frowned, it seemed that he was really tired.

Looking at Qin Yi's face, Mo Zijin lowered his eyes, put the painting back among several bills, put it back on the table, then tilted his head, and carefully kissed Qin Yi's face. For a moment, but someone put a piece of ice on the heart.

On the evening of the second day, Mo Zijin was not in the Qin mansion, but on top of the mansion of Mr. Qiu, the grain supervisor in the capital. The grain supervisor was a fat official in the capital, and all the tribute grain from all over the country had to go through his hands. Registration is one of the most greedy tasks.

Mr. Qiu really has been greedy for a few years, but this man is shrewd and smooth, he hides everything he has been greedy, and the mansion is not much different from that of ordinary officials.

Mo Zijin sat on the roof of the Qiu Mansion, waiting for the moon to rise to the sky.He didn't come here today for the money of the Qiu family, but for ulterior motives.