Pampering the sea

Chu Zhiling didn't speak, just looked at Xin Yue, her eyes were a little red and swollen, presumably she had cried once, her already white face became paler, there were light blue meridians stretching from her neck, her small palm-sized A few strands of hair on the face were scattered and hung down on the chin, and there was no trace of blood on the lips.

No matter how harsh she spoke, when she calmed down, she was like a lifeless porcelain doll, fragile and pitiful, almost lifeless.

The house is very quiet, the sky in the west is already a yellow halo, there are black birds singing among the dry branches, the air is filled with the aroma of autumn leaves, and there is a hint of coolness in the clear air after the rain The smell of earth is not very pungent, but it makes people frown involuntarily after sniffing lightly.

The wind is blowing, the sound of the wind, the sound of falling leaves, the rustling of intertwined branches, the slight tumbling sound of the lake water, and the whirling sound of robes flying, all intertwined and chaotic, making it difficult to distinguish what is real and what is real. It's false again.

For some unknown reason, Chu Zhiling didn't want to see Xin Yue's face again. He turned sideways and looked towards the direction of the setting sun in the west, where there was a cold light wheel sinking slowly, just like his heart, gradually deepening into the darkness A world without light.

The night came over like a tide, the sound of drumming from the street came from the courtyard, a round of cold moon rose, and the lingering clouds of haze followed, spreading all over the surroundings, and the world became very strange. The darkness, almost blind.

Chu Zhiling raised his eyes and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. His eyes were empty, as if he was in a dream or awakened from a dream.

Tiredness was growing in his body like weeds all over the mountains and plains, he coughed suddenly, put his hand on his painful forehead, between the pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, faint traces of blue and black could be seen, and the dim moonlight suddenly fell on his face On his body, he felt as if he was in a bewildered cage, unable to leave or shake off.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something tens of thousands of catties, and he could not speak, his heart seemed to be suppressed by something tens of thousands of weights, stuffy, even exhaling became very difficult, until he took a long breath When he could open his mouth to make a sound, he found that he had long forgotten what he wanted to say, and no matter how hard he searched, he still didn't know what to say.

Immediately, a surge of fishy-sweet smell emanated from his lungs, flowed upstream like a tide, and flooded his throat. He tried his best to hold back, and quickly opened Xin Yue's room door, stepped out, and walked to Fengqing. Outside the cloudless corridor, he began to cough unscrupulously.

Time flies, and the jackdaw is sad.

"Big brother..."

Chu Zhiling held back his cough, turned his head and said, "It's Ziluo, what do you need to do with elder brother? Is Song Chang's disease relapsed? Could it be that he can't help but want to make a fuss before his injury heals?"

Ouyang Ziluo just shook his head.

"Is there something wrong with the business? Why do you look unhappy? Or is that guy Chen Gang bullying you again?"

Ouyang Ziluo shook his head and said, "No one bullies me."

"Then what's wrong with you? You're getting more and more bored, you're really not suitable to be a pirate." Chu Zhiling smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Brother," the somewhat timid young man looked at Chu Zhiling brightly with dark eyes. worry."

Chu Zhiling reached out and rubbed Ouyang Ziluo's hair on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Brother is in good health, don't worry."

"But I see that my elder brother has been coughing here for a long time," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy asked cautiously, "Really, are you okay?"

Chu Zhiling shook his head: "It's okay."

The young man didn't seem to believe his words, but he held back and said with a smile on his face as much as possible: "Brother, let me tell you a story, okay?"

Ouyang Ziluo's smile is soft and very bright. Although he is immature, he is not handsome, with a clear appearance and a sunny smile, but Chu Zhiling feels that he looks like a girl at the moment, with bright eyes shining , the complexion is better than snow.

Suddenly, he was in such an afternoon, he put bright yellow petals into the girl's black hair, she smiled at him, her blue hair fluttered, her face was like jade.

He was startled, and shook his head, perhaps the movement was a little too big, the pain that had receded rose from his heart and spread to his throat, he clenched his fist with one hand, and covered the painted red pillar beside him with the other On the ground, the cough that had been deliberately suppressed gradually rose, as if he could no longer bear it.

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In the past few days, Xin Yue ate normally and slept very regularly. Chu Zhiling didn't restrict her freedom. She wandered around the yard like nothing happened. She was wearing purple and white fox fur, and her face became more and more beautiful. There is a faint rosiness on the fragile skin, and a pair of bright autumn eyes are shining, like the best clear glass.

She looked around calmly, her dark eyes turned slightly, but her expression was extremely lazy, as if she hadn't woken up, with a careless charm in her laziness.

A few strands of hair brushed across her face, blowing away in the slightly cold wind.

The passage from the gate to the main hall was cleaned, and the servants were preparing to light a bonfire in the yard.

In front of the quiet shrine on weekdays, it seems that someone is giving a lecture. The man who is giving the lecture has no hair and a beautiful face, but his voice is very clear. What he said is drifting away with the smoke burning in front of the shrine. His Japanese is not The daily language is a bit uncommon, and Xin Yue didn't understand it very well. It became clear after he heard it. He was talking about the "Shenhuang Zhengtong Ji" written by Bei Zifang in the Southern Dynasty during the war.

After the lecture was over, the man who was giving the lecture and the people who were listening to the lecture saluted, and then walked out one after another. Xin Yue's gaze followed the figures of those people all the way.

She wanted to go out very much, but she couldn't find a way. She had already tried the method of climbing the wall. Chu Zhiling had already sent people to guard the corners of the wall, and added many organs with dense anesthetic needles on it. Throwing a stone against the top of the wall from the sky, suddenly there were needles shooting like raindrops, and the sound of stirrups and stirrups kept ringing.

Due to the impact of earthquakes, Japanese houses have never been very complicated. Simple courtyards and low houses can be seen almost at a glance, but because they are too primitive and simple, it is difficult to escape. This is like unlocking a simple and old-fashioned house. Older locks are more difficult to disengage than complex high-grade locks.

Now, nothing can be solved by force, everything can only be achieved by relying on the mind.

So she wanted to come out to see if there were any clues that could be explored and used.

Her gaze followed those people out, perhaps because the desire to escape was too urgent, Xin Yue was a little lost in thought, until the sound of cups colliding and laughter sounded beside her ears, she lifted her spirits and turned her eyes to the source of the sound.