[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

After the autumn tiger passed, Chang'an soon became dry and cold.

In the season when everyone just added a thick coat, Su Jixian put on the sable shirt early, and stayed in the bedroom and never went out.

The floor of the master bedroom was covered with a layer of soft blankets. The heat from the underground fire radiated through the blankets to make the whole room warm and comfortable. It was almost like a different world from the cold autumn outside.

Perhaps because of the busy schedule, it took a long time for Mo Yu's letter to reach Su Jixian.

"Xiao Yu's letter..." He hugged the fluffy and warm little fox under the blanket, and took the letter from Lu Lingfeng, "It's really rare, Xiao Yu didn't write to me much..."

His voice stopped abruptly, his beautiful peach eyes widened a little, his light-colored thin lips were slightly parted, and his expression was very strange.

It seemed to be surprised, but not so surprised, a little dumbfounded.

Looking at his vivid expression, Lu Lingfeng curled her lips.

"Brother." A soft, almost indifferent voice came from the outer room, and Chen Yue walked into the inner room with a delicate food box, took off her boots, stepped on a blanket and walked to the table, "Ye Xuan sent a Deer, I will make venison for you these few days to nourish your yang, so that you won’t be as cold as ice in winter. Drink this bowl of deer blood soup while it’s hot, so you won’t be too cold to sleep tonight.”

"Deer blood..." Su Bingyangzi, a picky eater, frowned unhappy, "I don't want to eat any kind of blood."

"I'm not asking for your wishes, you have to eat." Chen Yue took out the small bowl from the food box and held it firmly in her hand, "Whose letter?"

"Little rain."

"Eh? Brother Yu's letter?" She was a little curious, and was about to poke her head over to take a look, when Su Jixian suddenly covered the letter paper to her chest, preventing her from reading it.

"Children don't meddle in adults' affairs." Su Jixian smiled and stuffed the letter paper onto Lu Lingfeng, took the deer blood soup, and finished it with a frown.

The deer blood soup didn't have a strong smell of blood, but the smell of Codonopsis pilosula was stronger, but he still felt it was very unpalatable!

Seeing him finish the deer blood soup, Chen Yue was relieved and didn't pay attention to the letter. She stretched out her hand and pressed his palm on his chest, and after a while, she grabbed his hand to check his pulse.

"There's no need to check the pulse, it's the same as before." Su Jixian, who always felt sick after drinking the soup, put the little fox on his stomach, "Speaking of which, do you have a clue about Mao Mao's Sanyang Jue pulse?"

"Hurry up, I have to ask Master for some details." Chen Yue said, "I'm also looking for a solution to the poison on Brother Yu. You can rest at ease and don't worry too much."

"Hmm..." Su Jixian responded perfunctorily.

He and Chen Yue once studied in Wanhua Valley in Qingyan, and studied under Mr. Sun Simiao, a medical sage.Perhaps because she was worried about his body, Chen Yue's medical skills focused more on the treatment and recuperation of the body's tendons, and well inherited Mr. Sun's thoughts on health preservation. , Chen Yue silently started looking for a cure.

But Su Jixian is different, he is good at poison art.He knows how to cure diseases and save lives, but he is not as proficient as Chen Yue. However, medicine and poison are not separated from each other. His talent in poison art is far higher than others. He wants to try to solve the complicated poison on Mo Yu's body.

In fact, a long time ago, he also thought about using the method of fighting poison with poison to heal his hidden wounds, but Chen Yue strongly opposed it and almost hired Mr. Sun, so he gave up on this idea.

Later, with enough force in his hands, he rarely used poison.

Twirling the corner of the letter paper and slowly rubbing it, Su Jixian waited for Chen Yue to get her pulse, then smiled and coaxed her out, heard the sound of the door closing, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Her white and thin feet stepped on the carpet, light blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the insteps, and the toenails revealed a faint pink-purple pearl, as beautiful as if carefully carved from jade, and it made people desire.

Lu Lingfeng lowered her head and stared at those feet quietly, her eyes were a little deep.

The ankles of those feet were slender, and he had held them many times, and he could hold them with one hand. Many times he wanted to tie beautiful ropes and bells on those ankles.

Just like his cat.

"Lingfeng?"

The clear and gentle voice of the young man came to his ears, Lu Lingfeng raised his head, tilted his head and smiled, three points of doubt, three points of bewilderment, "Young master?"

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed." Su Jixian sat in front of the desk, put the little fox on his lap, and stretched out his hand to study the ink.

"I'm thinking about my son." Lu Lingfeng stepped forward to take the ink and grind it slowly, and the nice-smelling rosin slowly flowed out from the inkstone along with the ink.

"I'm fine, what do you want me to do?" Su Jixian glanced at him, took out a piece of letter paper, laid it out, and wrote back to Mo Yu.

Lu Lingfeng smiled in a low voice, and did not continue the topic, "Do you already know how to cure Master Mo Shaogu's poison?"

"Not yet, just determined what kinds of poisons his mad poison is made of." He tapped the pen on the table to indicate that he didn't need to continue grinding ink, and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand to his elbow, "If everything goes well, maybe we can figure it out before the end of the year. It's just that Xiaoyu seems to be very busy recently, so I don't know if I have time to stay here and take it slowly."

"Even if you don't have time for such a life-threatening matter, you have to find time." Lu Lingfeng put away the ink, sat on the carpet next to him, held his ankle and kneaded it carefully.

He took off a glove, and put his warm palm on Su Jixian's ankle, warming the cold skin a little.The skin under his palm is delicate and smooth, and the hand feels more beautiful than the finest warm jade, so he can't help but continue to touch it, kneading the tight muscles on his calf with his fingers.

Lu Lingfeng's palm has a thin layer of calluses, which is not very rough, and the movements are very gentle, which makes him feel very comfortable.Su Ji moved his legs and didn't care anymore, and wrote the letter seriously.

He was a little surprised by Mo Yu's thoughts on Mu Xuanying, but not particularly surprised.After Ziyuan Mountain died, Mo Yu thought about Mu Xuanying for too long, long enough for the brotherhood to deteriorate.

Besides, Maomao is quite likable.

Considering the wording, Mo Yu asked Mo Yu to calm down, and told him to hold this matter in his heart, and then slowly seduce Maomao after a long line of fishing. Originally, he wanted to give him some advice on how to seduce him, but he couldn't put pen to paper anyway. , Su Jixian sighed and ended the topic.

Reincarnation III, he has lived for more than 60 years, and he really doesn't know how to pursue people.

Young people nowadays... tsk.

Stained with ink, he continued to write, telling Mo Yu that he had a clue about his poison, and that Mao Mao's Sanyang Juemai was not hopeless, so he could relax.

He only picked out the important things and said that he just finished writing a piece of letter paper, casually threw the pen into the pen washer, and stretched slowly, "When the ink is dry, send it to the dovecote, and send it to Xiaoyu. "

"it is good."

"By the way, Lingfeng, there is one thing I want to ask." Su Jixian reclined on the pillow of the beauty's couch, holding the little fox in his arms as a small heater, "I heard Yueer say a few days ago that it seems Did you meet new friends?"

Lu Lingfeng paused her hands, raised her head, her long and thick eyelashes lifted slowly like black butterfly wings, her narrow peach eyes were like glazed glass, her smile was full of affection and tenderness, her pink lips were particularly seductive.

"Did Miss Yue see a girl?" He asked softly, "Blue eyes, wearing white clothes?"

"Well... I didn't say anything this month." Su Jixian pressed his chin on the little fox's head.

He was still very curious about who Lu Lingfeng was talking to and who seemed very close. After all, since Lu Lingfeng came to him five years ago, he had never seen anyone who Lu Lingfeng could get along with. He doesn't care much about people.Su Jixian was still very curious when he suddenly heard that he was talking intimately with a girl.

Counting his age, Lu Lingfeng is also twenty.

"It should be, I only talked to her during this time." Lu Lingfeng continued to knead his calf, "She is my twin sister, Naga, whose name is Lu Zhi in the Central Plains. There are not many things in the Western Regions, so she came to the Central Plains So I handed over part of Mingjiao's affairs in the Central Plains to her. Lu Zhi is very powerful."

"So it's your sister..." Su Jixian was rubbed comfortably by him, lying on the soft pillow a little drowsy, and he couldn't help dragging the end of his voice when he spoke, soft, like the fluffy tail of a little fox , "Isn't she beautiful?"

"...Lu Zhi doesn't look much like me, but she is indeed very beautiful." Lu Lingfeng watched him slowly fall asleep, breathing more and more steadily, slowly loosened his calf, stood up and sat on the edge, " Son?"

Su Jixian hummed softly, buried his face in the pillow, and did not respond again.

His sleeping face is very beautiful.

Different from Mo Yu's coldness and madness, Lu Lingfeng's evil spirit, and also different from Mu Xuanying's cuteness and warmth, Ye Xuan's liveliness and enthusiasm, Su Jixian is gentle and indifferent, like the snow-white clouds above the nine heavens, looking very close , When I stretched out my hand, I realized that I was separated from him by a whole world, and I couldn't help but want to hold him in my hand and keep him by my side, but in the end, I was the only one who fell into the quagmire step by step.

Lu Lingfeng thought, facing Su Jixian for so many years, he didn't frantically want to break his wings, imprison him by his side, lock him on the bed, his mind is very firm.

What those prisoners said was right, Su Jixian is a monster.

An evildoer who can easily draw out the deepest evil thoughts in people's hearts with just a gesture of his hand.

Lu Lingfeng caressed his face, rubbed his thumb lightly on his lips, and her fingers slightly penetrated between the lips and teeth, wrapped in a piece of moist warmth.

His gaze darkened, completely different from that in front of Su Jixian, the expression on his handsome face was almost morbidly obsessed, full of strong evil spirit.

He picked up the little fox and threw it to the side, leaned over to enclose Su Jixian's lips, licked and kissed lightly and slowly, the tip of his tongue nimbly poked in through the slightly parted teeth, and carefully touched the inside that belonged to Su Jixian. tip of the tongue.

The medicinal incense in the censer on the table was burning just right, and the faint soothing incense filled the whole room, making Su Jixian sleep more deeply, allowing the person on his body to do whatever he wanted.

The little fox Yuanxiao rolled on the bed, rolled into the thick quilt, struggled for a while before crawling out, flicked its tail angrily, and was about to jump onto the beauty bed when the white cat Qiuqiu suddenly rushed over , the whole cat is buried in the fluffy fox fur on its chest.

Yuan Xiao froze for a moment, then sat down with her tail down.

The overlapping figures on the beauty bed were not disturbed by Yuanxiao and Qiuqiu, and their panting sounds were a bit suppressed and messy.

Yuan Xiao sighed.