The blind in farming has the blind way

At night, the capital fell into a deep sleep, with only sporadic fires flickering in the silence.

In a spacious room at the end of the second floor of Mo Dao Tea House, Ye Xun, who was lying side by side with Tang Luo on the couch of sour branches, slowly opened his eyes.

Carefully pulling his arm out from under Tang Luo's body, Ye Xun tucked up the quilt for him, slowed down, turned over and got off the bed.

The bright moonlight stretches the shadow of the city through the window, leaving a dark place.On the table is a mahogany box inlaid with pearls, which is half-open and half-open, which looks shiny and beautiful under the moonlight.

Ye Xun's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. He leaned on the pear-scented wooden table by the window, opened the window a little, and stared at the capital under the night sky in a daze.The hand subconsciously wanted to hold something, and scratched it on the body for a long time, but couldn't touch anything. After being startled, the person woke up, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

The terrain of the tea house is relatively high. Looking down from the second floor, one can faintly see the unevenness of the houses, row upon row, and it is difficult to distinguish the houses.

On the couch, Tang Luo turned over, felt empty in his hands, but couldn't feel the familiar body temperature, and suddenly opened his eyes.Raising his head slightly, he saw Ye Xun's figure melted into the white moonlight in front of the window, his expression difficult to distinguish.

Ye Xun has something to hide from himself.It's not that Tang Luo couldn't feel that he had something on his mind, but he was afraid that he would make things difficult for him by asking rashly.

Ye Xun's shoulders sank, and a black robe was put on his body.He knew who it was without looking, and when he turned around, his eyes were filled with tenderness, "Did I wake you up?"

Tang Luo didn't answer, covered his mouth and yawned, took his hand and let him wrap his arms around him, and leaned against the window with him, watching the quiet night of the capital.

Tang Luo put on an outer robe for Ye Xun, while he himself only wore an inner garment and was barefoot.

Fortunately, the midsummer night is warm and the sound of insects is lingering.

Ye Xun touched his forehead, put his clothes back on, and hugged Tang Luo in front of him with both hands.

Tang Luo clicked his tongue, and Ye Xun hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "Be obedient."

The voice was deep and sultry, but Tang Luo's ears were sultry, so Tang Luo had no choice but to follow him.

The two hugged like this, whispering and flirting from time to time in front of the capital at night.Ye Xun held Tang Luo's hand and told him about the structure of the house opposite and the materials of the tiles and beams.

The years are quiet, and Ye Xun's voice is knocking on the side of the ear, like a crystal dream that the Milky Way broke and flashed into his heart, Tang Luo throbbed for a moment, unwilling to wake up in a trance.

Finally Tang Luo looked up at him, and asked casually, "Is there anything you can't tell me?"

"..." Ye Xun hesitated, caught off guard by his question.

Tang Luo nodded to show that he understood, and turned away from looking at him.He's always been a witty guy, hasn't he?

Interesting head.Tang Luo changed his mind, and his heart became angry. Can't he vote for him without asking him?

"Are you angry?" Ye Xun was sensitive to the changes in his emotions, and was a little at a loss.Until now, Tang Luo has rarely been angry, and he has never lost his temper with him, oh, except for the time when Mo Shaoqin asked him to marry his sister.He really didn't know how to coax his wife.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you," Ye Xun could only explain, "The less you know about some things, the better..."

Tang Luo didn't say anything, just nodded to show that he understood, Ye Xun had nothing to do.

"I really can't say..." If you are not careful about what the Ye family does, you may lose your head. If the Ye family is ransacked in the future, I will definitely not be able to escape, but Tang Luo, a pregnant woman who doesn't know anything, can save her life. By fate.

Tang Luo also knew in his heart that Ye Xun had good intentions, so he couldn't blame him anymore, sighed, and touched Ye Xun's side face with his backhand.

"In the afternoon, someone sent me a post, signed by Mrs. Ye Song, is it sister-in-law?"

Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Ye Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help frowning when he heard the last sentence, "Sister-in-law's surname is indeed Song, why did she send you a post?"

Tang Luo squinted at him.

Ye Xun laughed, "Where did I go, I can tell you about it."

In order to coax his daughter-in-law, Ye Xun went down the slope to sell his eldest brother.

Tang Luo's eyes brightened when he heard the gossip, "It turns out that my elder brother likes someone else. No wonder he didn't want to talk more about my sister-in-law when I asked him that day. But it's not fair to other girls..."

Tang Luo thought about it for a while, "That's not right, if your elder brother and sister-in-law have a bad relationship, why did you send me a post about the flower viewing party? Think about it, there will be a problem."

"You don't have to worry about this, just leave it alone, and I'll deal with it." Ye Xun comforted him.

Tang Luo complied, but he knew in his heart that if the Song family really had any plan, it must be more than this, and there must be a second move.

But Tang Luo still didn't understand, he hadn't even met her face to face, so what grievances did he want to settle with him?

Tang Luo unconsciously yawned again. He came over and blew the wind in the middle of the night, causing his upper and lower eyelids to fight.

Ye Xun kissed him on the forehead, Tang Luo was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and the warm breath exchanged between his nostrils.

He only felt that he was being hugged back to the couch by Ye Xun while he was half asleep and half awake, and fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

The next day, Tang Luo had long forgotten about the post.A part of "Night Talk" submitted by Tang Luo has been revised. Shopkeeper Lin discussed it with him, and the teahouse is going to start the lecture today.

Tang Luorang's promotional posters written on red paper had already been put up. Many people are really interested in foxes and ghosts. The teahouse is full at the moment, and they are all waiting to hear the new story book of Mo Dao Teahouse.

Tang Luo stood behind the railing on the second floor and observed the tea customers downstairs.His right eyelid twitched in the morning, and he always felt that something was wrong.When his gaze met the person downstairs who raised his head and smiled at him, he finally couldn't comfort himself that the twitching of his right eyelid was superstitious.

That person was none other than Gu Yi, who formally disguised himself as a man and made a low-key appearance.

Tang Luo's heart skipped a beat.It's not that I'm afraid of a little girl's film, it's just that it's better to avoid causing trouble in troubled times.

Tang Luo thought for a moment, then walked downstairs slowly, and called a waiter brother, "Help me invite that guest over, and go upstairs to listen to Lan Xuan's story."

The little brother didn't ask much, and bowed to go.

Tang Luo boiled a pot of new tea to entertain the guests, "I'm not good at making tea, but the tea is good."

Gu Yi was not polite either, and sat slanted on the ground.Dressed in refreshing men's clothes, he looks like a pretty noodle boy from a distance.

"Why, do you know how powerful this lady is? Are you afraid that I will make trouble for you?"

Tang Luo remained motionless, with a smile on his face, and said earnestly: "Miss Gu speaks seriously, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, those who disturb the law and order will not dare to act presumptuously."

Even if Gu Yi spoke quickly, he couldn't refute Jinshang's quatrains, so he had to remember Tang Luo's words in his heart.

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