It is almost late autumn, and after the yellow leaves have absorbed the last trace of nutrients on the trees, they finally cannot withstand the blowing of the cold wind and fall off from the branches, slowly moving towards the ground.
However, before the fallen leaves could fall to the ground, a sharp sword energy came with the wind, directly crushing the fallen leaves into scattered fragments, flying one after another, like golden snowflakes scattered in the sky, under the sunlight, it made the A beautiful artistic conception.
In this picture where no one is watching, there is only a tall and tall man in white who is focusing on his own affairs. As his clothes flutter around, the shadow of a heavy sword breaks more fallen leaves into powder.
After burning the incense, the figure stopped. He lowered his head and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, quietly, as if completely immersed in his own thoughts.
This person was Ye Xiuwen. Normally, he would practice for an entire hour before stopping, but this time, he only lasted half a stick of incense before stopping.
This was the first time that he got distracted while practicing his sword. The broken leaves here are proof - he should have controlled the accuracy of his sword energy so that every fallen leaf could be split into two. As a result, these fallen leaves were crushed into powder by his messy sword energy.
He couldn't concentrate at all. In the process of sword practice, the appearance of his junior sister sometimes appeared in his mind, and sometimes the appearance of "Yao Mo" appeared in his mind, or the appearance of the two people slowly overlapped...
Ye Xiuwen felt that he must be crazy, otherwise, why would he always be affected by some of "Yao Mo's" behaviors and behaviors, and then think of his junior sister.
Ye Xiuwen couldn't figure out what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't want to delve into what it meant.
When the relationship between his junior sister and him became increasingly close, he decided to treat her as his own sister; and when "Yao Mo" was kind to him almost without asking for anything in return, he treated her as his own sister. Love was regarded as the first friendship gained during this trip, and it was also the friendship he cherished the most.
However, if his feelings were limited to this, why did he feel such strong anger in his heart yesterday when he discovered that the second prince looked at "Yao Mo" with predatory intent, and even accepted it impulsively? In response to the other party's provocation, he started drinking with him.
To be honest, although Ye Xiuwen usually likes to have a few drinks, he doesn't have a particularly big idea about his drinking capacity. If it were normal, he would never rashly accept the other party's request for a drink, but would take a more roundabout way. method, directly rejecting the second prince's request.
Ye Xiuwen felt like he was standing on a taut rope, with a thick layer of fog beneath his feet that could not be seen. It might be a peach garden, or it might be an abyss.
Ye Xiuwen sighed softly and sheathed his sword.
It seemed that he still couldn't calm down and practice his sword today. Maybe he should sort out his thoughts.
On the other side, after Jun Xiaomo repeatedly confirmed that the guy who knocked on her door was missing, she scratched her cheek in confusion, then closed the door again and lowered the lock.
The eldest prince in bed hadn't woken up yet. Jun Xiaomo thought for a while and simply took off his shoes, moved it to a place close to the wall, folded the quilt, and put it aside to make sure that there was nothing on the whole bed. There was something suspicious, so he clapped his hands.
Jun Xiaomo did some tricks on the invisibility talisman so that outsiders could not see the eldest prince, but she could see it. This way she could ensure that the eldest prince would not take advantage of his invisibility to attack her.
This is also a means of protecting yourself.
Jun Xiaomo glanced at the mess and sawdust in the room, and rubbed his forehead with a headache - now it is definitely too late to run out to buy tables and chairs, and decorate the room as it was before, so he can only think of ways to temporarily cover it up with formations It's past.
Fortunately, it was still early, so it was not difficult to get the formation ready before others woke up. Jun Xiaomo made up his mind and began to consider what kind of formation would be appropriate...
Half an hour later, Jun Xiaomo set up a blinding formation and a memory confusion formation in this room. Among them, the memory confusion formation is in a static state and has not been activated yet. Jun Xiaomo set up this formation just in case. Once someone sees something he shouldn't see in this room, Jun Xiaomo can activate the memory confusion formation to change the other person's memory.
However, this formation can only be used once, and Jun Xiaomo must grasp the timing of activation.
"Ah! By the way, I said I seemed to have forgotten something! I should have gone to sword practice with my senior brother at this time, but I was still in the room... Eh? Wait a minute, is the person who just knocked on the door the senior brother? Bar?"
Jun Xiaomo finally remembered this, but it had been a long time since Ye Xiuwen came to see her. If she rushed there now, she might have finished practicing.
"Really, how come senior brother is so gentle when he knocks on the door." Jun Xiaomo muttered helplessly, never thinking about the possibility that Ye Xiuwen would not be able to face her for the time being.
I can't practice sword practice today, but I still have to eat breakfast. Jun Xiaomo guessed that Ye Xiuwen should have returned from sword practice, so he locked the door from the outside and walked out unsteadily.
Sure enough, when she walked to the first floor of the inn, she saw Ye Xiuwen sitting at the table, sipping tea in his hand, with several plates of snacks placed in front of him.
"Brother Ye! Are you back from sword practice?!" Jun Xiaomo immediately jumped to his side, rubbed himself next to Ye Xiuwen as usual, and sat down.
Feeling the presence of the "little boy" beside him, Ye Xiuwen's hand holding the cup paused slightly, and the emotions in his eyes became a bit uncertain.
However, through the curtain and hat, Jun Xiaomo did not notice this.
"Xiao Mo." Ye Xiuwen called softly.
"Huh?" Jun Xiaomo raised his head and looked at Ye Xiuwen, with complete dependence and trust in his eyes.
Ye Xiuwen's heartbeat skipped a beat. He looked away a little eagerly and said to Jun Xiaomo calmly: "There is no one here now. There are many empty seats next to this table. There is no need to sit so crowded... "
Jun Xiaomo didn't notice anything strange about Ye Xiuwen. The first thing she noticed was that the table was empty.
She looked around the table and said curiously: "Huh? That's right, why didn't those guys come down today? Are one or two of them sleeping in?"
Jun Xiaomo got drunk early and had no idea that after she became drunk, the second prince drank the other people on the table one by one. In the end, the only two people who were awake were Ye Xiuwen and Qin Lingyu.
Ye Xiuwen was silent. What happened last night made him unable to calm down, so that he didn't know how to treat "Yao Mo" now.
At least, he couldn't be as close to "Yao Mo" as calmly as before.
When Jun Xiaomo saw that Ye Xiuwen didn't answer his question, a suffocating and awkward emotion arose in his heart, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
It was as if the distance between her and her senior brother had suddenly lengthened again.
What's more, the table is not narrow, so it won't be too crowded for her to sit next to her senior brother, right? Senior brother usually doesn't mind if he rubs against him, and he has tried to squeeze himself no matter how hard he is. Why did he pick a bone today
The more Jun Xiaomo thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He simply continued to sit next to Ye Xiuwen. He took a pair of bowls and chopsticks from the next door, picked up a small meatball and stuffed it into his mouth. He muttered to Ye Xiuwen, "They'll be there later." My son is coming down too, so instead of having to move somewhere later, it’s better to sit next to you, Brother Ye, from the beginning. Besides, the weather is so cold, it’s so warm to be squeezed in.”
Ye Xiuwen knew that he could not speak to the sharp-tongued "Yao Mo", so he could only sigh softly and said: "... It's up to you... "
Jun Xiaomo's heart was stabbed moderately, not too painful, but it couldn't be ignored. It spread continuously into her blood and meridians, making her feel a little bit overwhelmed.
Brother, what's going on? Jun Xiaomo lowered his head, a trace of anxiety and loss flashed in his eyes.
After a while, other people from Xuyang Sect walked down one after another. All of them were yawning, and some were rubbing their foreheads. It was obvious that they had not yet fully recovered from their drunken state.
An invisible wall seemed to have appeared between Jun Xiaomo and Ye Xiuwen - "Yao Mo", who usually would stick to Ye Xiuwen and chatter non-stop, was now just eating without saying a word, and Ye Xiuwen did not take the initiative to break the silence.
However, because these people didn't pay much attention to these small details, and because they were still half drunk and half awake, they were even less likely to pay attention to the atmosphere between Ye Xiuwen and "Yao Mo".
The only person present who noticed this was Qin Lingyu. He originally wanted to find a way to drive a wedge between "Yao Mo" and Qin Lingyu, one by one, but he didn't expect that the two people would be separated before he started taking action
This is better and saves him the effort of finding another way.
A gleam flashed in Qin Lingyu's eyes, and the corners of his originally cold lips curved into an almost imperceptible arc.
The silence between Jun Xiaomo and Ye Xiuwen lasted until the end of breakfast. Just at this moment, the second prince Rong Yebin also came over with his entourage. His eyes immediately fell on the "little boy" who was lowering his head to eat. He shook his fan and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo, when you woke up from alcohol this morning, you didn't feel sick and faint, did you?"
Jun Xiaomo was speechless at Rong Yebin's behavior of teasing her with words from time to time. She raised her head, gave Rong Yebin a "charity" look, and replied dryly: "Thank you, Second Prince, for your concern. I'm in good spirits."
"That's good. However, Xiaomo, your drinking capacity still needs more training. You were too drunk yesterday. When you have time, I, the prince, will treat you to a drink of the palace's aged wine. How about it?"
The second prince's smile had a special meaning. Jun Xiaomo didn't bother to think about the content in those peach blossom eyes that always gave out burning gazes, and replied in a calm tone: "Okay, thank you, second prince."
The second prince smiled, not minding "Yao Mo's" unabashed indifference at all.
Anyway, the colder the other party is, the more challenging he will find it.
Ye Xiuwen's hand tightened on the tea cup. The cup rang softly and several small cracks appeared on the inner wall...