summer day, winter night

The moonlight unknowingly replaced the sunshine, and the villa was quiet. They were slowly walking towards the brightest place, and the patrolling men in black bowed respectfully to them from time to time.One thing worth mentioning is that although these people were dressed in black, they didn't have any gloomy air on them. Even Su Wuyan, an outsider, could feel the joy and respect these people felt when they saw King Cang.

Inexplicably, he could feel that these people, like King Cang, had an always positive attitude towards life.

The hot spring villa is named after the hot spring, so the scenery here must be the hot spring.I took off my shoes and socks in the outer pavilion, and walked on the pebbles with micro-carving patterns all the way. The gurgling spring water covered the insteps and flowed slowly, and the cool touch slowly flowed through my heart. It seems that I should be in such a beautiful scenery at night like this. And, such a person.

There is no shortage of friends Su Wuxie. Before he lost his power, his family was very popular, but in the past two years, no matter how good a friend is in the face of political tide, he silently chooses to be wise and protect himself. Only he is always at the place closest to him.

Gently turning his head, Su Wuzhen looked at the person walking in front of him. Unlike most of the generals in the court, his face was very gentle, as if years of battles on the battlefield had left traces in his eyes.Such eyes reminded him of the ocean. When the wind is strong, the waves are turbulent and powerful, and when the sky is clear, the waves are sparkling and contain everything in the world. The sky-like weather is so diverse that people can ignore even their appearance. wonderful.

If you want to say what can best reflect the trajectory of time, it is undoubtedly the eyes. With just one glance, you can tell whether the person retains the misery or joy in the world.

And he, even after experiencing the most complete loss of power in the court, what was added to his eyes was only the profoundness that settled down in the end.

He should be grateful for the moonlight, allowing him to see his eyes clearly at this moment.

However, Su Wuyan himself didn't feel the fiery gazing mixed in, but Cang Zhouxing, as the person being watched, felt very uncomfortable, he stopped his pace directly, turned his head and looked to the rear right.

Su Wuzhan was obviously taken aback, he raised his lips uncomfortably, and gave Cang Zhouxing a smile.

From Cang Zhouxing's angle, a slightly higher viewing angle, and Su Wuzhen's head tilted slightly, it just happened to allow the moonlight to cover every inch of his face evenly, allowing him to see the reddish color that had quietly spread to the base of his ears. .

His Royal Highness Cang, at this time, slowly evoked a smile, he stroked his earlobe, and deliberately raised the end of his voice: "Why is it so hot?"

dong dong, dong dong...

In this way, the strength of the heartbeat gradually increased, and the speed increased sharply.

He hastily pulled Cang Wang's hand, and at the same time turned his face slightly to the outside, and walked forward quickly.

King Cang looked at Su Wuzhen's back, and did not let go of the hand that was pulled down, but slowly lifted it up, because there was clearly a slight trembling sensation in Su Wuzhen's hand at that moment.

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help deepening. It turned out that he didn't have no feelings for him. His demeanor has always been the same as in war, firm and decisive. It was the first time in these years that he would feel so nervous when facing a person, and under such circumstances , Su Wuxie's reaction just now is simply the best gift God gave him.

Let him carefully take the initiative back into his own hands.

Messy thoughts, diffuse fog, untied clothes, obviously, this is not a good place to sort out thoughts.In other words, there is no need to sort out such thoughts at all.

This kind of thing is too much to go too far. With a change of mind, King Cang decided to retreat instead of advancing. At this moment, he talked about his business plan and analyzed himself. Sometimes it is more effective to be confessed directly.

"Su Wuxie, all my subordinates, like the ones you saw when you came in, were dressed in black. Most of them came here with me and temporarily stayed in the villa."

King Cang's tone was drawn out, which meant that he was just talking about an ordinary trifle. The distance between them was not very close, and through the water mist, Wu Xing couldn't see his specific expression clearly.

He doesn't know what the ultimate purpose of his opening words is, but it's enough to pull him out of the clutter of his thoughts and focus on the current conversation.

He responded lightly.

The quiet atmosphere at this moment seems not suitable for redundant words.

"I want to move the base to Jiangnan. At present, I will start with business first."

King Cang obviously didn't want him to help, he was a scholar and didn't know anything about Shang, so why did he say that?

He waited for the next word, but King Cang never spoke.

"But you want me to help?" He asked suspiciously.

"This is what I will live on in the future," said lowly, warmly, with a smile, "I want to tell you."

At the same time, King Cang took a step forward, or maybe a few steps.

The thin fog can no longer block the line of sight, Cang Wang seems to come to his reality from a distant dream, the face is direct and clear, the line of sight is endowed with aggressive coldness, filling his mind, making him jump There is no room for extra thinking.

The red skin, whether it is due to the influence of the emotion in the chest or the heat outside the chest, the color is getting brighter and brighter.

The never-stopping heart, heavily and slowly, reveals its sense of existence.

"Tell me? But... this is your business..." He felt his throat dry.

"Wuxie," Cang Wang stretched out his hand and held his upper arm. There was no smile in his eyes. It’s only about me, my livelihood can also be a matter between two people.”

Su Wuxi was stunned, at a loss.

The touch clearly told him that the temperature of that big hand was hotter than his arm soaked in the hot spring, as if there was a magical little flame in the palm of the hand, allowing the heat to slowly spread from the upper arm to the whole body.

He couldn't have said it more clearly, he had thought about him that should have been between a man and a woman.

He hastily stepped back half a step, let his palms leave his arms, stood in place, lowered his head slightly, panting heavily—he had been holding his breath just now.

He didn't dare to look at his expression.

He knew himself well, and once he read it, he couldn't say the next paragraph at all in front of the person he had always respected in his heart.

"My lord, you are the only one left in the Cang family, and I am the only one in our Su family. I think your parents and my mother's spirit in heaven will not agree."

The tumbling emotions in King Cang's eyes instantly cooled down, and his complexion gradually turned pale.

"You can't accept it? Because you want to carry on the family? Wuxi, I have already found out about your mother's deeds. Her character is not at all..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand that had been slapped down hard. Among the splashes of water, a piece of skin on the falling hand was covered with purple red.

This hand just wanted to hold Su Wuzhen to prevent him from retreating, and it was even just a conditioned reflex under such intense emotions.

It was actually photographed by him with such great strength!

He directly showed his own thoughts in front of Su Wuxie, without leaving any trace, but he never thought that what he had to bear next was not the rejection or acceptance of calm thinking, but the straightforward disgust!

Isn't it obvious enough? Even without this movement, that emotion is written in his expression.

King Cang stretched out his hand, squeezed his chin hard, turned his face around, forcing his eyes to face his own.

The monstrous rage burst out impatiently, and King Cang had never expected that he could blow his sanity so easily with just a simple bit of disgust.