Chu Qiao didn't know what was going on in his mind. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, brushed the broken hair around her ears. Although she was a little embarrassed, she still said bluntly, "What are you doing here?"
As soon as the words fell, the room fell into a brief silence. Chu Qiao knew she had said something wrong, so she lowered her head and remained silent.
It seems that no one knows how to face such a completely different relationship, nor how to respond.
The moonlight outside the window was extremely bright, pouring down the ground like mercury, like a layer of clear snow.
"What did you come to Xianyang for?"
Zhuge Yue asked suddenly, Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback, and panicked in her heart. Over the years, there have been very few things that made her flustered. Even in the face of Daxia's blade, she could still remain calm. Only in the face of him, her calmness seemed to have disappeared, and she seemed to be pretending. A nervous rabbit.
"I..." Chu Qiao coughed calmly, pretending to be calm and said, "I'm here to do something."
"Can it be done?"
"Bad...almost."
"Then when will you leave?"
Chu Qiao had no choice but to continue, "Just a day or two."
"A day or two? Is that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"
Chu Qiao was a little angry, and said in a bad tone: "Tomorrow."
"Oh." Zhuge Yue nodded, sat at the table and poured half a cup of cold tea, didn't drink it, just shook it lightly in his hand.
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows and stared at him, asking, "What about you?"
"Me? Me what?"
"What do you come to Xianyang for? When will you leave?"
Zhuge Yue smiled faintly, seeing this little fox for two years seems to have made this little fox even more cunning. He nodded calmly, and said, "I'm here to play, but I won't leave until some time later." After that, he stood up and was about to go out, and said as he walked, "Since we are leaving tomorrow, Then I won't bother you, you can have a good rest."
"Hello!" Startled, Chu Qiao quickly stood up, and unconsciously called out, "Stop."
Zhuge Yue turned around and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?"
He must have done it on purpose! Chu Qiao stared at him, and after a long time, she lowered her head slightly and said in a very small voice, "Actually, I'm not in a hurry to leave." As if afraid that Zhuge Yue might misunderstand, she quickly added, "Anyway, go back temporarily. There is no rush."
"Oh." Zhuge Yue nodded meaningfully, picked up the robe on the side and handed it to her, with a smile on his face, "Come and wash up, today is the Ghost Festival, it's more lively than yesterday."
I don't know if it's the fact, or her mood has changed, in short, Chu Qiao really feels that today's market is more lively than yesterday.
Famous flowers blow their stamens in the wind, and Jiamu is thriving. The cool breeze on both sides of the lake carries lush water vapor, which makes people feel refreshed. The juggling on the street seems to be much better than yesterday's. On the way, she met a beggar child, Chu Qiao showed mercy and gave ten gold baht, but the little beggar froze with the money. If ordinary people save some of this money, it will be enough to live for ten years without food and clothing.
Zhuge Yue sighed indifferently at the side: "What a great handwriting."
Chu Qiao turned her head and stared at him, mockingly said: "The richer people are, the more stingy they are, girl, I'm in a good mood."
Although he knew it was to ridicule him, Zhuge Yue was in a good mood when he heard it - in a good mood? Why is it good? He walked up cheerfully, and then took out a bank note with the seal of Chenyue Bank on it, with two hundred taels of gold written in black and white.
"Don't be a beggar, buy a manor and be an outsider." After finishing speaking, he walked away under the astonished gazes of Chu Qiao and the little beggar.
Chu Qiao hurriedly chased after him, looking at him suspiciously.
Zhuge Yue glared at her and said, "What are you looking at?"
"I didn't expect you to have a conscience to find out, why, is there too much money?"
Zhuge Yue snorted, "There are many things you didn't expect."
As soon as she took two steps, Chu Qiao's stomach started to growl. No wonder, she hadn't eaten all day.
Zhuge Yue seemed to be very familiar with this Xianyang City, so he reported the names of several restaurants and restaurants. Chu Qiao could not walk anymore after smelling the smell of noodle stalls on the street.
Zhuge Yue was naturally reluctant, but before he had time to object, Chu Qiao had already sat down. Xiao Er ran up eagerly, and she ordered two bowls of scallion noodles, half a catty of beef, a plate of peanuts, and a bottle of wine under Xiao Er's introduction, but she didn't expect that the wine had a very elegant name. The name is June Xishuang.
Zhuge Yue looked at her strangely, and asked, "Aren't you a non-drinker?"
Chu Qiao's hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly, then she said with a light smile, "I used to be afraid of drinking, but now there are only people around, so I don't care so much."
Zhuge Yue frowned, stretched out his hand to grab her cup, and said in a deep voice, "Don't drink it."
Chu Qiao didn't force her, she shrugged her shoulders and said in a low voice, "Prudish."
Xiao Er quickly brought the food, the wine was really not a good wine, just by smelling it, he knew it was rice wine mixed with water, and it was specially designed to deceive arty laymen. The food was average, but the portion of the noodles was very generous. Chu Qiao was so hungry, she couldn't swallow it after only eating half a bowl.
When they stood up, they saw a group of beggars with ghostly faces staring at the remaining half bowl of noodles, drooling. Zhuge Yue turned around and threw a penny to the shopkeeper, saying, "Give each of them a bowl."
The shopkeeper quickly agreed with a smile, Chu Qiao looked at him suspiciously, "Are you addicted to pretending to be a Bodhisattva?"
A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy saw that the two of them were well-dressed and well-dressed, and looked easy to talk to, so he approached him smilingly, and said to Zhuge Yue, "Master, let's have a drink."
Zhuge Yue looked at the child with interest, then turned around and gave some money to the shopkeeper, and said: "Give him a jar, don't mix it with water, if he can't finish it, I won't count the meal, you Just beat him up and send him to the court."
The child smiled happily when he heard the words, and went happily.
Chu Qiao clicked her tongue and said, "How can a little kid drink a jar?"
"If you don't let him try it, he will never know what it is." Zhuge Yue said flatly, "If you suffer a loss once, you will have a better memory in the future."
Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, then moved slowly and landed behind him.
Zhuge Yue took two steps and saw that she didn't follow, he turned his head and frowned, "Let's go, what are you thinking?"
Chu Qiao came to her senses, and hastened two steps to catch up.
If you suffer a loss once, you will have a longer memory in the future. But Zhuge Yue, how many times have you suffered? Why don't you have a long memory
Just as she was thinking, a burning pain suddenly came from her cheek, followed by the sound of crackling firecrackers, right above Chu Qiao's head. Chu Qiao was startled, and was about to turn her head to look, but felt a strong force coming from her. Zhuge Yue grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms nimbly, stepped back a few steps, raised his slender sharp eyes slightly, full of strong anger.
"How? Are you hurt?"
Chu Qiao looked up, and saw that it was a restaurant, setting off firecrackers on the second floor, and she didn't pay attention to whether there was anyone walking below. Apart from her, several other people suffered the disaster. At this moment, many people were shouting and cursing downstairs, but they were all covered by the sound of firecrackers.
Zhuge Yue pulled down Chu Qiao's hand covering her face, only to see that it was slightly red, and there were two spots that were more red, and her complexion couldn't help but look a little ugly.
"It's okay, and it doesn't hurt." Chu Qiao was still not used to his gaze like this, she tried a little bit hard to pull out the hand he was holding, but he didn't move at all. The palm of the hand is a little warm, and you can vaguely feel the sharp lines and calluses.
"It's all right." She said with some embarrassment, "It's not disfigured."
"How important a woman's face is, you don't care about it." Zhuge Yue said calmly, although the tone was bad, the meaning was still good. Chu Qiao didn't bother with him, but he added later, "But with your face, it doesn't matter if it's broken or not."
Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect to repeat his old habit of not being able to say three words, so she retorted: "You are the only one who looks good."
Zhuge Yue took it for granted, turned around and walked towards the shop. Chu Qiao was worried that he might get into a fight with someone over such a trivial matter, but who knew he stood for a while, turned around and came back. She leaned forward and asked, "What were you doing in the past?"
"Remember the name."
Chu Qiao was speechless, "You hold grudges like this!"
Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows, "What are you thinking? I smell the strong aroma of wine inside, so I plan to come for dinner tomorrow."
Chu Qiao was very depressed, it wasn't like this before, why is she always at a disadvantage every time she talks to him now? She frowned and followed behind him, but she didn't see a trace of complacency slowly appearing in the corners of the eyes of the man in front.
The night was quiet and quiet, vendors on both sides came up to sell their wares from time to time, and little flower sellers ran over from time to time, praising Chu Qiao's beauty and persuading Zhuge Yue to buy flowers for his wife.
Zhuge Yue accepted everyone's misunderstanding calmly, bought three flower baskets along the way, but handed them all to Chu Qiao, and he walked in front with ease. Chu Qiao followed behind like a little maid, carrying big and small bags. Passers-by were all paying attention. Gradually, all the little flower sellers stopped coming. She must have fallen from the position of wife to servant in such a short while, and the surrounding discussions floated into Chu Qiao's ears lightly:
"Look at that young master, he is really a good-looking talent, even the maid who is with him is pretty!"
Chu Qiao frowned depressedly, does she look like a maid? More than ten years have passed, why is she still his maid
The wind on the shore of the lake was a bit strong. The two of them walked along the lake embankment. It was very quiet and there were no people there. Their footsteps were getting slower and slower, but no one spoke, as if they couldn't bear to break this rare peace. From last night to now, none of them have mentioned the two years of parting. Life suddenly made them meet here, far away from Daxia and Yanbei. Even the air is rare and fresh. Their spirits are all relaxed, and no one is willing to mention those bad people's emotions.
The breeze swayed on the surface of the lake, and the moonlight was soothing, like the shadow of morning light congealed all over the place.
Before he knew it, he came under the thick old elm tree again, Zhuge Yue stopped involuntarily, and looked up at the broad crown of the tree. The ups and downs of the past few years flashed in my mind, I stumbled, and I didn't expect to return to this place.
Chu Qiao looked at him, and saw that the man was tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, but his brows and eyes were no longer as cold and arrogant as before, but replaced by the calm and elegant demeanor now, and there were a few traces of vicissitudes in his eyes. Looking carefully, Feeling sad.
How could he be as easy as he said, "I'm not dead yet" when he escaped from the Jedi after a narrow escape, was abandoned by his family and country and bore a bad reputation, and had no choice but to descend into a bad place.
These days, she has gradually heard about the situation that day.
After she returned to Bian Tang with Li Ce, Daxia sent letters to Bian Tang seven times, asking Li Ce to hand over Chu Qiao, Yan Xun also sharpened his sword and sent troops to Bian Tang, and fought several times with Bian Tang on the northwest border. battle. In the end, the Wei clan Wei Guang personally came forward and took the newly formed Southwest Army to Bian Tang to put pressure on Li Ce. Although the whole world knew that Da Xia would not dare to have a real military conflict with Bian Tang at this time, Bian Tang was extremely dissatisfied with Li Ce's behavior, and some people even wanted to rush into the palace several times to hand over Chu Qiao's disaster. go out.