meet you first

Ye Qingjiu stayed in the room all day long with nothing to do. He felt sleepy, looking out of the window in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and his expression was not very good all the time.Occasionally, two drops of clear tears fell, and they were quickly wiped away quietly, but Nan Xu still bumped into her a few times.

I don't even know how many times I cried quietly in private.

Fei Xu brought some exquisite refreshments, she was a little worried, and asked, "Do you want to read, my lord? The General's Mansion has a lot of books, everything you need."

She just remembered that her master used to love to lie on the soft couch with the general and read a book together. Seeing that Ye Qingjiu was bored, she came up with this idea.

Ye Qingjiu nodded, with a smile on his lips, but his tone was still very weak, and Fei Xu had to lean close to his ears to hear clearly.

"It's so good, I can find some books to relieve my boredom." After thinking of something, he said again: "The Library Pavilion in the General's Mansion...can I enter?"

Feixu covered her mouth with a handkerchief and giggled twice, "My lord, you can try it. In the general's mansion, no one dares to stop you wherever you want to go."

Ye Qingjiu blushed from her laughter, and suddenly realized that these privileges were not for him, but for that person called "Ah Jiu".

Fei Xu didn't notice his depressed mood for a moment, and asked carelessly: "What book do you want to read, my master, I will bring it to you."

"I'll go with you."

"The Zangshu Pavilion is a short distance from the house. The weather is cold today, and the young master is not in good health. Let the servants go. The young master tells the servants the books they want to read, and the servants can just go and get them."

Ye Qingjiu collected his thoughts, and after thinking for a while, he said a few book titles to Feixu. Feixu scratched his head and said that he couldn't remember. Write it down on paper for you."

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the outer room were all ready. Fei Xu helped him to the table and ran to grind it. Ye Qingjiu found a piece of paper by the table and wrote a few lines of delicate handwriting with a pen.

"Young master's handwriting is really good." Fei Xu puffed up his cheeks and carefully blew air to make the ink stains dry quickly, sincerely praised.

Although the son and the master have the same face, there are obvious differences in temperament.

The master is limp, and looks innocent and easy to bully. When something happens, his face turns red before he can say anything. It's fun to tease.Feixu thought badly.

And the young master has a more bookish air, he speaks in a gentle manner, and there is always an indelible sadness between his brows.

Alas, my son is busy every day, what is there to worry about?

Is it because the refreshments are not good or the tonic soup is not good?

The naive and ignorant Feixu still doesn't understand these things.

"Miss praises me so much, so I'll trouble you to make a trip for me." Before, he had only wanted to gain fame and enter the officialdom, but he just wanted to get closer to that person, and he often fantasized about whether he would be in court with him one day. meet...

"It's what slaves should do." Fei Xu waved his hand, and ran towards the big study room. He ran into Nan Xu on the way, stopped and changed his pace to a steady pace, pretending that nothing happened, but Still, Nan Xu caught me and said something.

"Okay, okay, sister, don't talk about me every time." Fei Xu shrugged and acted like a baby at Nan Xu, who stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead, letting her go.

In the room, Ye Qingjiu put down the brush, and suddenly saw a stack of papers beside the table, obviously used before, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he picked it up and looked at it.

What catches the eye is the handwriting like spring worms and autumn snakes. At first glance, it is the handwriting of beginners. The words "Lu Langfeng" and "Su Xiaojiu" are crookedly written on it, and there are a few vigorous big characters on the side, like Demonstrating those childish and immature fonts.

It is self-evident who wrote these words. Ye Qingjiu could even see Lu Langfeng encircling that person, holding that person's hand and leading him to write seriously.

The general would put his head on that person's neck, he would point out patiently and tirelessly, he would laugh and tap the tip of that person's nose while teaching, and laugh at that person as a little idiot...

He flipped through the pages one by one, and the bottom one showed a vivid kitten, and next to it was a copy of the man, which was not pretty, but in the corner was a line of neatly written small characters drawn with iron hooks and silver hooks. :

"Ah Jiuzuo and September [-]th, I am very happy."

The thin paper seemed to weigh a thousand catties, Ye Qingjiu pinched it, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

There are a few thin books on the table with paper pressed on them. You don't need to open them. You can tell from the cover that they are books about small animals.

"Does he... like this cat very much?"

"Yes, he likes it very much."

"..."

The scene of the conversation the day before yesterday appeared before Ye Qingjiu again, and he even remembered the curved corner of Qing Lu Langfeng's mouth at that time...

Ye Qingjiu's heart seemed to be filled and emptied, and the heart-piercing pain spread densely throughout his body. He clutched his chest, feeling empty, a rusty smell rose from his throat, and all his strength seemed to be pulled away suddenly.

He tremblingly looked at the palm of his hand, the viscous bright red liquid hung on the palm, slowly dripping down the pale fingertips onto the paper on the table, just covering the first word in the line of ink, so the word was became--

"Jiuzuo and September [-]th, my heart is very happy."

He deceived himself and said: "Qing Jiu... Qing Jiu can also be called Jiu..."

A smear of bright red blood smeared around his mouth, making his face even paler, suddenly showing a trace of stern beauty, and his eyes were scarlet, making him look a little scary.

He wiped the blood from his lips and walked out. Nan Xu came up to him and asked, "Where are you going, young master? It rained last night, and the road was a bit slippery. Just now, a little girl fell down. This servant is helping you."

"It's okay," Ye Qing said, but he didn't refuse Nan Xu's hand resting lightly on his forearm, hesitantly asked: "Where's the general?"

"The general is dealing with official business today and is discussing with several adults."

After Su Xiaojiu was assassinated, the general who didn't like to participate in politics in the past year began to contact officials again, presumably to discuss how to punish the person who hurt Su Xiaojiu.But after all, the opponent has a high weight, and it is not easy to overthrow the opponent.

Ye Qingjiu stopped asking about Lu Langfeng, and walked towards the garden very slowly. Nan Xu looked at Ye Qingjiu, hesitant to speak.

"What Miss Nanxu wants to say, just say it." Ye Qingjiu saw her intention and looked around the yard casually. Occasionally, her slender fingers touched the flowers and trees by the roadside, and her fingertips brought out some memories of last night. The rain was icy cold, but Ye Qingjiu didn't seem to notice it.

"My lord is smart. Nan Xu's words are beyond the rules. I hope you can't blame me, my lord."

Ye Qingjiu shook his head. Although the people in the general's mansion respectfully called him son, he didn't feel that he was superior to others, let alone...these are all honors because of that person.

"I also hope that the son will not blame the general in his heart. The relationship between the general and the master is unshakable, so the general treats you a little..."

"The two love each other, where did I complain." Ye Qingjiu smiled wryly.

Nan Xu knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Why hasn't the young master recovered after so long? The injury is obviously almost healed, why is his complexion and spirit getting worse and worse?"

Ye Qingjiu took only a few steps, then stopped to take a breath, with an extremely weak smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

"My body is like a candle in the wind, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days..."

"Young master, what are you talking about!" Nan Xu retorted, her usually gentle voice couldn't help but grow louder.

"I know my own body..." A gust of cold wind choked into his throat, Ye Qingjiu covered his mouth and coughed so heartbreakingly, even a few tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"My lord! My maidservant will go and invite you for a doctor!" Nan Xu shouted eagerly as he supported him, and several clever maidservants beside him hurriedly ran out.

After a while, Ye Qingjiu came over slowly, Nan Xu glanced down, his face became extremely ugly.

"Young master... blood..."

Ye Qingjiu smiled indifferently, "It's just blood, do you see less? Maybe I see more than you..."

His mind was already a little confused, and he didn't know what he was talking nonsense.

When he was in Nanyue Pavilion, he saw a lot of blood, on his own body, and on the bodies of other young men.

Yinli once complained to him with tears in his eyes, saying that last night's guests had too weird tastes, and he passed out several times in the middle of the journey, and even lay on the bed to show Ye Qingjiu the mottled and bloody scars on his body, densely covered with bruises It's all over the body, it's terrifying to look at.

Ye Qingjiu doesn't want to be someone else's plaything, he just wants to have someone who truly loves each other and will be with him for a lifetime.

Nan Xu wiped the blood off his palms, sighed and persuaded him, "My lord, let's go back and lie down and rest."

"I'm tired of lying down, Nanxu, I want to go to the lotus pond."

Stubborn and determined.

"My lord, it's too cold today and the road is slippery. Let's go tomorrow."

"Tomorrow...I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until tomorrow...Nan Xu, help me to have a look." His tone was almost pleading, his face had turned pale and blue.

Nan Xu couldn't resist him, she rubbed her eyes, wiped the moisture off her fingertips with her hands behind her back, gritted her teeth and said, "Then take a look and go back!"

"Hmm." Ye Qingjiu nodded lightly, as if this action took a lot of his strength.

"My lord... It's late autumn, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond are all withered. What are you going to see?"

Ye Qingjiu raised his eyes and looked forward, and sure enough, as Nan Xu said, only the color of decay could be seen in the lotus pond.

But he smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his speech seemed to be less strenuous, and his steps became lighter, as if he couldn't wait to walk in that direction.

"When I was young, I came to the city, and I happened to pass by a tea house, and the storyteller in the tea house happened to talk about—" Ye Qingjiu's eyes were bent into beautiful arcs, and the fine stars scattered in them, shining brightly.

"The majestic general, although he loves to wield knives and guns, he specially ordered a pond of lotus flowers to be planted in the mansion. In midsummer, you can see the blue leaves falling against the sky, and the moon shining for thousands of miles... The breeze blows, and the water waves are calm... Only have……"

Ye Qingjiu coughed twice, as if wanting to cough up all his heart and lungs. Nan Xu supported him, his heart was in a state of confusion, and somehow he remembered the word "return to light".

She blinked her sour eyes, and persuaded: "My lord, don't talk about it, you've already finished reading it, let's go back quickly! The general must be finished by now."

Ye Qingjiu seemed to have never heard of it, and continued intermittently: "Only the pond is full of extraordinary lotus... Qinghao Jingxiang..."

"Come on! Go and invite the general!"

Nan Xu shouted, completely lost her usual calm and composed appearance, she turned around and ordered the little maids, those maids seemed to be frightened, they were stunned for a moment when they heard her words, and then hurriedly ran to the direction of the study, the little maids The small yard instantly became a mess.

In a daze, a cold hand gently pushed Nan Xu away, but Nan Xu hurriedly grabbed it again but it was in vain, Ye Qingjiu's figure had already gone straight to the decaying lotus pond...

"thump--"

Nan Xu could clearly see that, except for the moss someone deliberately put on the side of the lotus pond, Ye Qingjiu obviously didn't struggle after falling into the water, it was Ye Qingjiu who pushed her away and jumped off...