Shanting, as its name suggests, is a glazed and vermilion pavilion built on a higher ground on Mount Qi. Looking down from the pavilion, you can see the lights in the Hunting Palace are dimly lit like stars.
The mountain wind is habitual, only hearing the faint chirping of insects, Su Shiyu climbed up the steps.
The scene in the pavilion was already visible in his field of vision, and when he looked around, he didn't see any waiting officials. There was only one person leaning over the stone table in the pavilion, a figure he was very familiar with.
Su Shiyu approached in confusion, "...Master Chu?"
No answer.
Chu Mingyun rested his arm on his side, his face was rare and peaceful, as if he was sleeping deeply, and he didn't even notice the approach of others.
The wine jar was placed beside him, most of it was gone, the air was filled with the aroma of alcohol, his crow-colored emanations were covered with frosty moonlight on his shoulders, his eyebrows were very quiet, and his thin red lips were dyed with a layer of light. Shiny and lustrous, the plain white face was pressing the intricate lotus patterns on the ink blue sleeves, and the enchanting red lotus bloomed on his clothes with boundless beauty along his figure.
Su Shiyu lowered his eyes, looked at him carefully, was silent for a long time, raised his hand and took off his robe and put it on Chu Mingyun's body, and then leaned over to close the front of his robe tightly to his chin.
Su Shiyu stood up a little, but the movement of withdrawing his hand couldn't help but stop.
His eyes were deep and hesitantly probing his fingers, he approached Chu Mingyun's brows very slowly and carefully, but stopped when his fingertips were about to touch it.
Su Shiyu lowered his eyes and smiled silently.
Chu Mingyun took his hand and put it on his cheek, and slowly opened his eyes, the depths and depths of his eyes suddenly appear to be nothing, as if they were reflected in the most extreme mountains and rivers in the world. He had no expression or opened his mouth, just stared at Su Shiyu.
Su Shiyu was only stunned for a moment and then came back to his senses. He was not in a hurry to break away his hand, but just looked at him with a low eyebrow and smiled, "Master Chu looks like this... don't you recognize me?"
Chu Mingyun still didn't say a word, he let go of his hand and raised it again, poking towards his face, Su Shiyu tilted his head slightly and staggered, his hand landed on the hairpin without any stagnation, and turned his wrist and pulled it out.
The ink hair poured down with his movements, three thousand blue silk like a waterfall, and the red dust of ten feet was silent.
The four eyes were facing each other, Su Shiyu didn't know why, Chu Mingyun's eyes were deep, and the shock was rising from the depths.
He released his hand, and the hosta fell to the ground with a clear sound.
Chu Mingyun leaned over to hold Su Shiyu's face and kissed it, without warning, caught off guard.
The robe slid from the shoulders and fell to the ground, and the fireflies flew in the deep shadows of the trees.
He traced Su Shiyu's lip line with his lips and tongue, and the tip of his tongue touched the gap between his teeth. He carried the fragrance of the clear wine directly into Su Shiyu's mouth, licking and kissing, and it was extremely lingering.
Su Shiyu froze suddenly, his mind was completely blank, his slightly wide eyes were facing Chu Mingyun's eyes, and he couldn't see the emotions at a close distance, he just felt it was indescribable.
Chu Mingyun seemed to let out a low laugh suddenly, blurred between his lips and teeth, and bit his lips lightly.
A little numbness turned to spread like a prairie prairie, the heartbeat was pounding in his chest, and Su Shiyu suddenly woke up.
He raised his hand and held Chu Mingyun's hand on the side of his face.
The wrist suddenly hurt, Chu Mingyun loosened his hand slightly, Su Shiyu took the opportunity to break away from him and took a few steps back, his eyes were staggered, and each of them was panting.
There was a broken jade hairpin in his eyes, Su Shiyu calmed down for a while, and then said, "Sober up!"
Chu Mingyun looked down at a light red mark on his wrist, and said, "I'm not drunk."
Su Shiyu smiled, stopped talking about this topic, said goodbye, and left without waiting for an answer, hurriedly walking without looking at him again.
Chu Mingyun stared at his back into the night, reached out and took the wine jar, raised his head to drink, and let the trickle slowly soaked the front of his clothes along his chin.
After drinking half the jar, the cold wine poured into his throat, but he still couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart. Pressing the pulp of his finger on his lips, he slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled very lightly and lowly,
"It's over."
After all, this sentence still fell on himself.
When I no longer repress rejection, no longer deceive myself.
The answer is so simple, but I have you in my heart.
Su Shiyu walked down the stone steps quickly, his mind was full of images of the talent just now.
It was rare in his life that he was at a loss for what to do, so he didn't dare to look at him again.
In a trance, he didn't even notice someone coming towards him, until the other party screamed in surprise, and he suddenly returned to his senses.
"Master Su...?" Lu Qinghe stared at him uncertainly.
Su Shiyu looked over and smiled hastily at her, "I'm sorry."
After saying that, he passed her by without a single step.
Lu Qinghe stared at Su Shiyu's leaving figure in extreme confusion, not understanding how this calm censor could be so rude. But Lu Qinghe didn't think about anything, turned around and took a deep breath, and walked up to the mountain pavilion.
The man really sat in the pavilion, leaning on the stone table in a leisurely posture, thinking about something in a trance, he heard footsteps and looked over, frowned slightly, "Who are you?"
"The little girl's name is Lu Qinghe, and she is the daughter of Lu Shi, the minister of punishment." Lu Qinghe gave a proper salute.
"Is something wrong?" Chu Mingyun looked back, picked up the white robe on the ground, and carefully patted the fine dust.
"It's nothing." Lu Qinghe gathered up his courage and said what he had prepared: "But sir, you are drinking alone here late at night, but are you worried about something?"
"There's something, but it's not annoying." Chu Mingyun looked at the white robe in his hand, smelled a faint scent of soothing fragrance, and said with a strong smile, softly and slowly: "Just now I was lying on the stone table and closed my eyes. I thought about it, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the person I was thinking of, and I figured things out, and all the difficulties turned into joy."
"The person you're thinking of... Could it be your sweetheart, Master Taiwei?" Lu Qinghe rolled his eyes around the pavilion.
"Of course it is."
"Then, Master Taiwei, would you mind telling me?" Lu Qinghe asked tentatively.
Chu Mingyun put on his outer robe calmly, heard the words with a low laugh, and Su Bai's fingers were pinching the embroidery on the placket.
Lu Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and immediately recognized who his robe belonged to, and then his memory went back to the first glimpse of his first sight, only to realize that he had ignored his full of smiles, and he was facing the white shirt. Such as Hua.
Lu Qinghe's eyes fell on his loose shirt involuntarily, and she thought about the relationship between the two of them that Lu Shi had mentioned earlier. She thought of something, and her face flushed uncontrollably.
Until he returned to his room, Lu Qinghe was still unable to regain his senses.
An indescribable emotion rolled in his heart, Lu Qinghe took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.
Thinking back carefully, the Master Su met on the mountain road was in a hurry, his long hair was loose, and his face was clearly a bit crimson under the bright moonlight, while Master Chu on the mountain pavilion was wearing his robe, and it was the mountain pavilion again. The rendezvous, the bright moon and the wine, the look, the broken jade on the ground, and the mottled water on the front of the clothes...
Lu Qinghe's heart was trembling, his face was hot, and he sighed secretly, "Master Su is really... a person can't look like a man!"
After thinking about it, Master Su clearly didn't want to stay any longer. Only Master Chu stayed alone in the pavilion. Although he left a robe, he was still a bit ruthless...
When the maid looked back, she held her face with joy and sadness, and her own young lady, whose expression was uncertain, was wondering whether she should tell the master that she seemed to be a demon, when she saw Lu Qinghe covered her face and sighed heavily. He said, "After the wind passed by, I turned my head to be empty, Master Chu is so pitiful!"
The maid was dumbfounded.
Lu Qinghe put down his hand and looked at the maid, "Do you think that Master Su and Master Chu are actually a good match?"
"what did you say?"
Lu Qinghe looked serious and said solemnly: "As a child of the rivers and lakes, I have already thought about how to live with the world. Since I like him, I should help him get rid of that sad relationship and win his sincerity as soon as possible!"
Maid: "..."