Las bellezas de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 51

I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was night. Patting my chest, I complained, "Please, can you not always make such a terrifying appearance? You're going to scare me to death sooner or later!"

An Ye's lips twitched, and he said, "It was you who suddenly appeared."

Well-

"You were already on this grass, weren't you?" I chuckled awkwardly. "I just backed up so you could avoid it. I didn't do it on purpose."

After saying that, he suddenly felt that what he said was strange. He wanted to add a few words, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only continue to laugh awkwardly.

An Ye seemed to avoid my gaze, abruptly turning his head away and coldly saying, "Put your shoes on."

"Why?" I immediately retorted. This grass is so nice, so soft and natural, like a blanket. That's exactly why I took off my shoes, letting my poor feet, which are always confined to cloth, experience this wonderful enjoyment that's absolutely unheard of in the 21st century. Why wear them? No way.

I turned around contentedly, continuing my interrupted act of lying down on the grass. This time, I lay down easily, the soft blades of grass brushing against my face, carrying a gentle, refreshing scent. I sighed softly, closed my eyes, and lazily patted the grass beside me, saying, "Let me tell you, sleeping on the grass is the most comfortable thing. Don't believe me? Try it yourself, come and lie down here."

Alas, it's the dead of night. If only it were my master. He's stayed in my time and space to be with me, never going anywhere else. I've never experienced this kind of enjoyment. As for those around me, I've always shared both good times and bad.

Wow, that feels so good.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fresh grass, a gentle breeze blew by, and the sound of the lake was so soft that I almost fell asleep.

In the last second before my consciousness sank into sleep, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another person beside me. I murmured groggily, "Dark Night…" Are you still there?

No one answered.

So that means he's gone? I smiled, relieved, and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 112: Thoughts

Dark Night didn't leave; he was always there.

An Ye had already seen Lin Qingyan as she strolled leisurely towards him with a light laugh. He simply didn't want to move, and he never expected that this strange boy who always appeared before him would actually choose the spot he had selected.

An Ye had been pondering this matter deeply, maintaining a skeptical attitude towards the young man because everything was too bizarre.

He was always extremely self-disciplined and used to having everything under his control. He never imagined that one day he would find himself in a completely unfamiliar environment without even realizing it, with a completely unfamiliar boy by his side.

Shock, panic, confusion, helplessness ﹏﹏

These were emotions he hadn't felt in years, but they all suddenly surfaced that time. He couldn't tolerate such a thing; the only remaining thought in his mind was that eliminating everything unknown, strange, and beyond his control was the best way to deal with it.

He wanted to kill the boy.

Killing someone is a simple matter for an assassin. But that time, for the first time in his life, he was knocked unconscious without even realizing someone was approaching. In his last moments before passing out, he thought, "I'm done for, I'm going to die."

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was in a familiar environment, surrounded by his trusted subordinates. Nothing had changed, and nothing had been leaked.

He was always extremely suspicious and would never dismiss such a thing as a strange dream; he believed it had all actually happened. But he couldn't find any proof. He initially suspected betrayal by his subordinates, but after a thorough investigation, he found that impossible.

Just when he was almost doubting himself, almost betraying the judgment he had been so proud of for so many years, the same scene appeared again. He remembered that he was sleeping, but suddenly woke up with a start, and then appeared in that small house again, with the same boy, who was still talking about the crown prince.

His eyes turned cold, and he subdued the boy who clearly had no martial arts skills whatsoever. This time, he would not let the opportunity slip by; he had to find out what was going on. He could not tolerate such a thing happening a third time, even if it meant killing him.

After that incident, he discovered that he was unable to kill the boy. Every time he tried to kill the boy, he would faint, and when he woke up again, he would be in his own place, as if it were a dream.

He summoned his men outside and questioned them. Their questions surprisingly echoed the boy's own. The men said he had gone out on his own without any apparent trouble. The boy retorted, "You're being ridiculous. You came to my house on your own."

Their third encounter took place in the valley.

That valley, that was his valley. He had guards there, forbidding outsiders from entering. But the boy was playing there happily. The guard said, "You brought him here yourself. You two seemed very close and friendly." The boy said, "I got lost and ran away after a fight with my friend."

The accounts were completely different, but they revealed two things: first, he knew the boy, but for some reason, he didn't remember him, and the boy, for the same reason, refused to tell the truth; second, the boy should be harmless to him.

The first piece of news shocked him, but the second inexplicably relieved him. He realized that, subconsciously, he didn't want to hurt the boy. "No wonder, we were friends after all?" he murmured, but why couldn't he remember?

Why wouldn't he remember? He sat to one side, expressionless, staring at the sleeping boy.

The boy had a pure face, long eyelashes that covered his usually bright and lively eyes, and cherry-red lips that were slightly upturned, forming a beautiful arc.

...Suddenly, something seemed to slowly gather in his chest, gently and slowly enveloping him like a net, clinging to him tenderly and unruly, so unexpected that it left him bewildered. His gaze subconsciously swept over the boy's slender feet again, white and clean, with delicate and beautiful contours, smooth and rounded fingertips with a healthy light red, the nails crystal clear, reflecting the lake's light.

Suddenly, I felt a dry mouth and throat, and the boy's murmur before falling asleep echoed in my ears again.

"Dark Night."

Dark Night… For the first time, he felt that this name was so beautiful, so deep and alluring…

Chapter 113: Getting Closer

When I woke up, the sky was still clear and bright. It seemed that it was just a short nap, and I hadn't slept for very long.

He stretched out a big, satisfied yawn.

I stood up to leave, but almost bumped into someone, which startled me.

"Hey, Dark Night? You haven't left yet?"

"Hmm," Dark Night responded, his expression somewhat unnatural.

What's this guy doing? Did he do something naughty while I was asleep? I looked at him suspiciously, then looked down at myself. Hmm, my clothes were neat, and I had an extra gray robe, which seemed to be the Dark Night Robe.

With her eyes crinkled, it's no wonder she didn't feel cold sleeping on the grass.

This assassin seems to be quite kind-hearted. Right, wasn't the plan to find out his background? Perhaps this is an opportunity? Hmm, I should first get closer to him and increase our familiarity, then I can test him out.

I clung to Dark Night's arm. "Dark Night, shall we go boating on the lake? I saw lots of people boating on the lake along the way, and there are boats over there."

Dark Night's body stiffened slightly, and she turned her head away, "......Okay."