Earthly Blue Yanlu

I lost my mother since I was a child, and then lost my father, and now I don't even want him as my master.In this way, Mo Linglang became a loner. Sitting on the Chongruo Cliff, Mo Linglang thought over and over again, and felt that the only reliable person left was Ye Mianxi. It's a pity that Mo Linglang lacks heart and lungs, and what he thinks about in his heart is still the flamboyant King Sukang.

Mo Linglang cried and said for a while, sniffing and looking at Ye Mianxi with infinite pity, "I'm homeless, can you take me in, my lord?" Ye Miexi turned the cup of tea in his hand calmly He picked it up and handed it to Mo Linglang, after thinking for a while, "Okay, you can stay in Jingqingyuan."

Pu Shuo frowned, glanced lightly at Ye Mianxi, then at Mo Linglang sympathetically, without saying anything.Ye Xike bent his right index finger and knocked on the edge of the stone table for a long time, then asked unhurriedly, "Homeless? Aren't you the grandson of Old General Mo?" He frowned decently, "It's me Misjudgment?" Looking at Mo Linglang for a moment, "Or are you planning to rely on my sixth brother?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Mo Linglang in unison, Ye Mixi curled the corners of his lips calmly, and glanced at him with a half-smile, Mo Linglang's expression was calm, shaking the water in his cuffs calmly, his mood was empty Looking at Ye Miyan anxiously, "As a junior, you can only be considered a qualified junior if you don't let your elders worry about it. I'm in a mess right now. If I go back like this, I will inevitably make my elders worry about me. Then I won't be a qualified junior." up"

Ye Mianxi was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Mo Linglang to say that, he sank a little, "Since it's just to clean up your appearance, you can go to an inn to take a bath and change into clean clothes, and it won't delay you from becoming a qualified juniors of

"..." Mo Linglang glanced at Ye Mianxi lightly, propped up his cheeks lightly, and said slowly, "...I'm short of money"

The sky is clear and clear, with thin clouds and chaotic sky.Mo Linglang stepped into the courtyard gate of Jingqing Courtyard, paused for a moment, his eyes followed the osmanthus tree with green leaves in the courtyard, and a picture like this appeared in his mind, a sick and weak The man lay quietly in a wicker chair under the osmanthus tree, his blue hair tied securely on his chest like a waterfall, a snow-white fluffy blanket was placed on his knees, and a flipped book was closed on his contemptuous face. He seemed to be asleep, but as soon as he stepped into the courtyard door, the man stretched his hand over his forehead, lifted the booklet from the top, straightened his body, propped his head with his left hand, and looked at him with gentle and slightly angry eyes. , "Who allowed you to come, you come to disturb me every day, and your heart is getting annoyed, you'd better leave quickly"

Mo Linglang bowed his head silently, and a voice of cheating sounded in his mind, "Not at all"

Walking leisurely under the osmanthus tree, Mo Linglang looked down at the ground, then slowly took two steps back. The place where a black wicker chair should have been placed was empty, and Mo Linglang looked down at the ground for a while , took another step back.Turning his head to look at the door, he seemed to see the man in the thin white clothes leaning on the door frame and looking at him with a smile, and slowly stretched out his hand to him, "Come here"

Mo Linglang walked slowly to the door, a strong scent of medicine mixed with a light spice floated into the room, Mo Linglang stood in front of the table, reached out to touch the wall of the pot, it was warm, and his eyes were uncomfortable He stared at the bed, at the slightly sunken place in the middle of the bed where the thick mattress was quietly silent.The man leaned against the bed rail, frowned carefully by the lightly lit candle on the bedside table, pursed his blood-stained lips, and seriously flipped through the book in his hand, suddenly raised his head, two dizzy spots appeared on his sickly pale cheeks. Ruxia's blush, soft tone, as light as down feathers, "You are here" must have such a situation, Mo Linglang thought so, in this room, every corner, even every inch of air is filled with that man Fortunately, Mo Linglang's heart is clear, he knows that the man who makes people feel distressed is called Bai Mu, and he knows that the man who holds Bai Mu in his hand is called Ye Mianxi.

Jingqingyuan belonged to Baimu, but Ye Mixi placed him in Jingqingyuan.Mo Linglang couldn't find the feeling in his heart for a while, he looked at the bed for a while, and then slowly lay down on it.The scenes in my mind flew by like lines of water droplets in the heavy rain, smoothly and unimpeded.

It should be night, the man named Bai Mu leaned on the bed rail and raised his head from the books he was holding up to look at the closed door from time to time, probably before the door creaked and was pushed open, Bai Mu saw After staring at the door for a long time, she regained her senses, silently lowered the booklet in her hand, and sighed silently.Such a situation played in Mo Linglang's mind several times. Although the same situation was repeated over and over again, Mo Linglang knew that this was the same waiting for countless nights. The white curtain was waiting for the door to be pushed open , but all became fantasy.

Mo Linglang turned over and faced the bed with his eyes wide open.Suddenly, he had a very bold idea, he thought he should have guessed where the white curtain was buried, he wanted to see with his own eyes what this distressing broken man looked like, so that Ye Mianxi often put He used it as a white screen to comfort his lovesickness.

The moonlight at night is as beautiful as water, covering the ground with silver light.The elongated figure looked thinner in the moonlight. Mo Linglang raised his head, looked through the intertwined branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree, caught a glimmer of moonlight there, thought for a long time, looked at the shadow floating on the ground under the osmanthus tree, and frowned slightly .

If Ye Mixi knew that he had dug his friend's grave, what would Ye Mixi do?Mo Linglang rubbed the corners of his lips, stretched his hand forward, exerted a little force, and the ground began to loosen, as if a huge silkworm chrysalis that had been disturbed was trying to break out of the ground.The foam rolled in all directions, and a dead body in white clothes stained with mud looked extraordinarily pale and strange under the beautiful moonlight.

Mo Linglang stood aside, his nose full of rotten smell, after several days of nourishment by the damp soil, Bai Mu's whole body has been nourished beyond shape, his face is blurred, and it can only be seen that he was once a rare beauty Son, just for this, Mo Linglang didn't see that he made people feel distressed.

It's a bit difficult to tell from a dead body whether he makes people feel distressed. Mo Linglang squatted beside Bai Mu, frowning slightly, so why did he insist on digging him out?After thinking about it, I only saw the appearance of the white curtain, but the appearance was still a little fuzzy.Mo Linglang stood up, clasped his palms together and bowed to the white curtain, and pulled the white curtain back into the ground with incomparable speed.Looking up at the sky, I was watching a smoky thin cloud drifting through the moon, hazy, like a mysterious girl covered with a veil.

"What are you doing outside?" Mo Linglang turned around and saw Ye Mianxi staring at his feet without blinking, beckoning to him, full of distress and caution, "Come here, don't step on him"

If people outside the palace would not understand the meaning of Ye Mianxi's words, Mo Linglang would definitely feel baffled if he hadn't picked up the place where the white curtain was sleeping just now. Now that he knew what Ye Mianxi meant, he consciously He took a few steps back, and Mo Linglang couldn't see the expression on Ye Mianxi's face clearly through several layers of night, but his distressed eyes staring at the osmanthus tree burned his heart.

"Come out and blow some air to cool off," Mo Linglang perfunctory him, looking up at the sky to avoid Ye Mixi's probing eyes.Ye Mianxi said lightly, and came over to hug his waist carefully, "Let's go back to the room." Even his voice was as soft as mist.Mo Linglang couldn't come back to his senses in a daze, and followed Ye Mianxi into the room.The room was warm, and people who were so hot wanted to take off a few layers of clothes. Seeing Ye Mianxi's indifferent appearance, Mo Linglang resisted the urge to take off his clothes, and let Ye Mianxi hold his hand and sit on the table. At the table, she was still staring blankly at Ye Mixi pulling his hand.

Ye Mianxi had never taken care of him so tenderly before, Mo Linglang thought about it, even when there was tenderness, there was always a ray of playfulness at the end of his long and narrow eyes, such pure tenderness, Mo Linglang was the first After experiencing it once, to be honest, I am still very moved, but now Mo Linglang is obviously a little more self-aware than before, Ye Mian analyzed that this gentle glance that is purer than water is due to the white screen.

Now that he knew that Ye Mianxi was not really gentle towards him, Mo Linglang calmed down a little bit, slowly withdrew his hand, and smiled dryly, "What is the prince doing here?"

"I'm just here to take a look." Ye Mianxi curled up his empty palm slightly, glanced at Mo Linglang, and sighed a little disappointed.

Mo Linglang looked at Ye Mianxi's expression, and guessed that Ye Mianxi's sigh was meant for him. Ye Mianxi probably also felt that he couldn't pretend to be a white curtain, so he was disappointed. Yes, imitating Bai Mu's temperament, he should smile timidly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his words are two points angry, three points joyful, four points shy, and a little laziness, "What are you looking at, what is there to see?" "In this way, it can be regarded as a good substitute close to the white screen.

Ye Mianxi weighed it in his heart for a while, pinched the center of his brows, and said calmly, "I think you will return to the Mo Mansion later, and stay here for a few more days." At the end, he added as if explaining, "In case Old General Mo Worry"

"Then..." Mo Linglang looked at Ye Mianxi seriously, and asked earnestly, "Then, does the prince keep me because I am Mo Linglang, or because I am like a white curtain?" Ye Mixi watched quietly. After looking at Mo Linglang for a while, he said slowly, "Because you are Mo Linglang." Mo Linglang smiled, his eyes were empty of emotion.He believed that Ye Mianxi really wanted to keep him because he was Mo Linglang, but Ye Mianxi hesitated, so there was still a white screen factor in the love, he didn't know what Ye Mianxi was thinking, but he He is very sober at the moment, he is not happy that Ye Mianxi treats him with the mood of facing the white screen.

The night outside the window is getting darker, and the full moon that looks like a jade plate is getting brighter and brighter.Mo Linglang leaned on the head of the bed preoccupied, glanced at Ye Mianxi who was sleeping restlessly in the night, and sighed silently.

Ever since Jackal Yu was taken away from the building, he himself felt that the only thing he could rely on now was Ye Mianxi. At that time, the eager anticipation in his heart was like an inch of fire that could completely destroy his heart, but it was true. When looking at Ye Mianxi, the eagerness was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and it was instantly extinguished. It turns out that his attachment to Ye Mianxi has not yet reached the point where he cannot extricate himself.