It was still a fine day in the morning, but in the afternoon it rained like a crisp. The weather became merciless, and Huangmen Street, which was usually filled with official sedans, became deserted, and only the sound of rootless water could be heard.
Under the porch, a man with a weak crown in a moon-white brocade robe held an umbrella and lowered his head slightly awkwardly: "Thank you very much, Miss Yun, for visiting me. Why don't you stay and have dinner before going back? I don't know when the rain will stop."
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"Young master, I accept it with kindness. However, I have not informed the master of my appearance when I leave the pavilion this time. If I go back late, I won't be able to tell you." A light fragrance floated with the soft voice, which was not like the vulgarity of ordinary women, but
It has an elegant medicinal aroma with a hint of sweetness and bitterness.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Cheng Xiaobai's clear eyes: "Then...then I'll take you back."
"Is Poyue Pavilion an ordinary place? Young Master, it's better to stay away."
Yun Yirong's refusal was very obvious, and if she persisted, she would probably be disgusted. Cheng Xiaobai, who had been in the romantic world for many years, naturally understood the reason.
"In that case, I'll send it to the gate of the city. The victims of the disaster are everywhere recently, and it's very chaotic."
"... Then there is Mr. Lao Cheng."
Heavy rains in the south of the Yangtze River caused trouble. Many victims rushed into Lanling City to steal and rob. It was really dangerous to go alone. Cheng Xiaobai was still a man no matter how bad he was. He was more or less safe by his side. After leaving the city gate, there was a broken moon all the way.
There is no need to worry about the manpower in the pavilion.
The distance from Cheng Mansion to the city gate is not that far. The more silent Yun Yirong becomes, the more at a loss the usually sharp-tongued Cheng Xiaobai becomes. He can only keep pushing the umbrella over the heads of the people around him, and most of his body is soaked.
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"Sir, the autumn rain is very cold, so you can easily catch the wind and cold." Yun Yirong reminded in a low voice.
"When the time comes, Miss Yun will come back to help me diagnose my illness."
"How can someone be so sick?" Cheng Xiaobai's gentle smile made Cheng Xiaobai almost crazy. When they met in the embroidery workshop for the first time, he fell in love with this girl who was as beautiful and simple as jade. Because of making friends
It is widely spread across Lanling City, regardless of gender, that the young master of the Cheng family is a romantic, but no one knows that this slutty young master in the eyes of others only had his first love a few months ago and moved his heart.
"You are such a beautiful lady, why do you have to go to Poyue Pavilion?" As if possessed, what he was thinking in his mind came out smoothly.
Yun Yirong was stunned for a moment, she had never thought about this problem.
"Maybe... I can't help it." She was hopelessly obsessed with that figure and those cold eyes that should have nothing to do with her.
However, Cheng Xiaobai misunderstood the meaning of these four words, stopped, and excitedly grabbed Yun Yirong's thin arm: "I know they are not good people. Someone must have forced you, right? Sister, too.
I was deceived by them, sooner or later I will demolish that shabby attic and rescue you and your sister!"
Ignorance and self-righteousness. Yun Yirong is a little irritable. If she had met Cheng Xiaobai half a year ago, she might have been moved and obsessed with his handsomeness and innocence. But now, she only has that high and hard-to-reach person in her heart. She has seen him
This woman is afraid that she will sink into hell in her life, and no one can replace her madness.
But...this man is Hongxian's most important brother after all.
"Young master, this is serious. The master of the pavilion is Yi Rong's savior. Entering Poyue Pavilion is completely voluntary. Unlike the master of Hongxian Hall..."
"Sister? Sister, what's wrong with her?" Upon hearing Xia Qingluan's name, Cheng Xiaobai immediately lost all his admiration. After all, for him, his sister was his only blood relative.
Yun Yirong deliberately sighed: "Hongxian Hall Master is no better than others. He has to go personally for any dangerous missions. The Pavilion Master does not trust her. He even stabbed her a few months ago because of the incident involving Young Master Xi.
, almost killed me, even us servants can’t stand it.”
The originally fair and jade-like face suddenly lost all color. Cheng Xiaobai, who was simple and kind by nature, would never have thought that these words were half true and false. He had heard very little from his sister in the past few months, and these words came from the mouth of the girl he admired.
Believe it or not.
More than ten years of education in the Cheng family has cultivated his broad-minded and generous character. Even if he knew the truth about the Xiao family's involvement in the nine clans, he was unwilling to take revenge. He also hoped that his only sister could put aside his hatred, stay away from the world's right and wrong, and be with him.
Living a peaceful life, it was precisely because of this that he had no good impressions of people in the world, especially Wei Moyan, the master of Poyue Pavilion who restrained his sister. Yun Yirong's words convinced him that Xia Qingluan's life in Poyue Pavilion was good.
It's not good, the desire to keep my sister by my side is getting stronger.
"Some words should not be said in words, but I can't bear to see Hall Master Hongxian in such agony." Seeing that Cheng Xiaobai was wavering, Yun Yirong hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "In fact, Young Master is the most important thing to Hall Master Hongxian.
If it is your request, she will definitely not refuse it. Leave Poyue Pavilion and find a good family to live in peace. For a woman, home is the final destination. Oh, by the way, I heard that the young master’s confidant, Mr. Xi, is a talented person.
, both civil and military, and a queen from a well-known family with great reputation in the world, she and the Master of Hongxian Hall are a perfect match."
Leave Poyue Pavilion.
That's right, as long as you leave Sister Poyue Pavilion, you can get rid of the shackles, and you can leave behind those complicated and dirty grievances and feuds in the martial arts world. With Shaoyuan's protection, what else is there to fear?
My sister will definitely listen to what I say!
"Miss Yun, thank you!" Cheng Xiaobai, who had just woken up from a dream, forgot about his shyness and boldly picked up Yun Yirong and spun him around. He stuffed the oil-paper umbrella into his delicate hands and ran back like a madman.
Yun Yirong, who was still in shock, patted his chest gently, an inexplicable feeling welling up in his heart.
Cheng Xiaobai, he is not a bad person. Just like his name, he is innocent, pure, simple and flawless, like a piece of flawless mutton-fat white jade that cannot be stained.
Isn’t that what I used to be?
If you want to blame it, it's because the world is ruthless, and it's because his sister is Hongxian.
Although I always feel a bit unbearable, the only way to drive Hongxian away from Wei Moyan is to use him.
Pure white will never wash away the dirty black, and dark things will always easily make the light disappear.
—————————————————————— Someone reported it to Yun Yirong before he returned to the pavilion. Wei Moyan was lazily leaning on the rosewood chair, holding on with his slender fingers.
He rubbed his forehead, playing with the wine glass on the table, and absently looking at the pale figure dancing gracefully in front of him.
"Aren't you always against your brother's contact with people in the world?"
"She is not a charlatan, she is just a doctor." With a sharp trill, the tight string was retracted neatly into the palm.
"Why should you believe her?"
"Why don't you believe her?" He stared indifferently, without any concession, "The Yun family died because of me. You don't suspect that this is a conspiracy, right?"
Tit-for-tat is a habit she can't get rid of, and there is only one person who can always be tit-for-tat. Wei Moyan doesn't know whether she should lament or feel honored.
"I'm just reminding you to pay attention. Sometimes it's not the woman who understands women." The dark clothes brought up the breeze with the gentle movements, and the slender and tall figure stuck behind the white clothes, holding the persistent and affectionate plain hand firmly and raising it a little.
: "This move is used for close combat. Every move of the 'Hidden Dragon Style' must be accurate, otherwise it will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it."
How could he still concentrate on practicing when his concentration state had been disturbed? The temperature on the back of his hand was slightly hot. Xia Qingluan put down her hand, put away her affection, and took two steps away without leaving a trace.
"Young and handsome young lady, if the two of them can get together, it will be a happy marriage. Don't try to force her to stay in the pavilion."
Wei Moyan smiled helplessly: "If it weren't for your stubbornness, how could I take her back to Jiangnan? Besides, when have I ever forced anyone not to leave - except you?"