[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the orange sunset covered half of the sky.

On the path in the forest mottled with light and shadow, a tall black horse was running leisurely. On the horse's back sat a young man in red and white robe. His long hair was untied and his figure was tall and straight. Even just a figure made people feel cold. The evil spirit rushed to the face.

Soon at the end of the path, a garden appeared among the trees. A middle-aged man in a green shirt stood outside the door. Seeing him coming, he stepped forward and cupped his hands, "But Mr. Mo Yumo?"

"Exactly."

"The young master told the servant to wait for Mr. Mo again. The young master is sick and unable to come out in person. If he neglects Mr. Mo, he will still look at Haihan."

"You don't need to care about these superficial etiquettes between Jixian and me," Mo Yu got off his horse, had someone lead him to the stables, and walked into the gate of the house, "Why is your young master sick? How is it now?"

"The weather is hot, and the young man was weak and accidentally hit by the heat, so he fell ill. He hasn't recovered yet, but it's not a serious problem."

"That's good." Mo Yu followed the housekeeper to the backyard, and when he stepped into the West Garden, he found a blue-clothed boy squatting under the bodhi tree in front of him, teasing a white cat, his laughter was clear and soft, as if he had passed away.

"Maomao..."

The boy in blue turned his head abruptly and stood up suddenly: "Brother Yu!"

Probably because he got up too quickly, as soon as he yelled out, he felt that his eyes went dark, his head was so heavy that he couldn't stand still, and his body swayed.

Mo Yu rushed to him in an instant, stretched out his arms to grab him, caught him firmly and hugged him in his arms, his slender brows slightly frowned: "How can you be so reckless at such an adult."

Hanging her head down and waiting for the dizziness to pass, Mu Xuanying chuckled, wrapped her arms around Mo Yu's neck, and buried her face in his chest, "Isn't this Brother Yu?"

Mo Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He thought that the two of them would be strangers since the last time they broke up in Cangshan and Erhai. Now it seems that he underestimated the degree of optimism of Maomao.

He raised his hand and rubbed Mu Xuanying's big ponytail, and suddenly found that he had grown a little taller, it had just reached his chest the last time we met, and now it reached his chin.

The 21-year-old Mo Yu is completely youthful, tall and straight, with broad shoulders and long legs, while the 16-year-old Mu Xuanying still looks like a teenager. Even if she wears a lot of clothes, she can see that her figure is slender, not short, but just right. It fit into Mo Yu's arms.

"Xiaoxian said that during this period of time in Yangzhou, Brother Yu was just Brother Yu, not the owner of Mo Yu Shaogu, and Mao Mao was just Mao Mao, not the leader of Mu Shao." Mu Xuanying rubbed and rubbed in his arms with a smile. , "Brother Yu, I miss you very much."

"Silly Mao Mao, I miss you too."

Here the brothers are sticky, while in the master bedroom over there, Chen Yue is thinking about a prescription for Su Jixian to heal his illness.

Su Jixian has a special constitution and is very sensitive to medicines. For his safety, Chen Yue has to carefully consider even stronger medicines before using them, and has to change the medicines from time to time to avoid any side effects.

At this time, she was pinching a piece of aconite and wondering whether to use this medicine or not.

Su Jixian, who was lying on the couch, coughed and drank honey pear juice, his fingertips were still slightly cool in summer, his long hair was combed into a ponytail and tied high behind his head, and the collar of the snow-white silk skirt was open to his chest. The white jade pendant is moist and shiny, but it is not as delicate as the skin.

He didn't bother Chen Yue thinking about the prescription, stretched out his legs, put his feet on Lu Lingfeng's legs, and kicked him lightly in the stomach.

Lu Lingfeng took off her gloves and grabbed his fair feet, and pressed her warm palms against his slightly slender ankles, like holding a piece of cold jade, "The Suowu Building in Linjiang has reserved a private room, and it will be available tomorrow." Watch the dragon boat race."

Su Jixian nodded, and then said: "I want to eat zongzi, stuffed with salted egg yolk and lean meat."

Chen Yue crossed out the aconite in the prescription and changed it to snow lotus, without raising her head, "I can't take it today, you haven't finished your medicine yet."

"Hey, it's just this last day, cough cough... It's fine if you don't take medicine, I'm cured... cough cough cough!" He coughed a few times suppressedly, and took another sip of warm honey water.

Chen Yue turned her head to look at him, looked at him, looked at him.

Su Jixian blinked, hugged the soft pillow, buried half of his face, "I've been coughing for so many years, it has nothing to do with the illness these days."

"Brother, don't always take my words to heart." Chen Yue put down the herbs in her hand, sat on the side of the couch and hugged him, "I will be worried, I only have you as an elder brother."

He was silent, and raised his hand to pat her on the head.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the guard's voice sounded: "Young Master, Miss Yue, the medicine is ready."

"I'll get it." Lu Lingfeng put on her gloves, went out, took the tray from the guard, and brought it back.

The bitter medicinal fragrance slowly filled the room, Chen Yue suddenly looked up at the medicine bowl, "Wait, give me the medicine."

Lu Lingfeng was taken aback, and brought the medicine to her.

Chen Yue sniffed the smell of the medicine carefully, frowned and took a sip, then threw all the soup out of the window with a flick of her hand, "Someone tampered with it."

The hidden guards hiding in the dark immediately started to investigate, but Su Jixian didn't seem to care at all, "Have you been poisoned?"

"Almost, there is an extra datura flower in the medicine."

Datura flower is originally a blind medicinal material for treating cough and asthma. It is warm in nature and is commonly used for people with cold lungs and coughs. However, datura is contraindicated for weak people.

It is no secret that Yinyuanhui has few subjects and is weak.

"I don't know if the person who changed my prescription was unintentional or malicious. In short, this situation cannot be allowed to happen again." Chen Yue stood up and smoothed the folds of her skirt, her voice was cold, "Brother, sleep for a while, I will fry Medicine. Ye Xuan—”

"I'm here!" A golden figure rushed over, grinning and leaning on the door frame, "What's wrong with Xiaoyue?"

"Come with me to the pharmacy."

"it is good!"

Su Jixian watched her walk out of the room, coughed with a smile, and lay down lazily, "Yue'er has grown up..."

The little girl who used to always follow him and depend on him is now a vigorous young girl.

In a blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

"The old man who saw me at the time said that I wouldn't live to be a weak crown." Su Jixian smiled, raised his left index finger and tapped his chin lightly, and the silver fox ring on his finger flashed coldly, "There are still four years left for me. It’s just a weak crown, tell me, can I survive?”

"Master's blessings are profound, so he will naturally live a long life." Lu Lingfeng held his other wrist, her thin lips were slightly raised, her face was deep and sinister, even if it was just a meaningless smile in her eyes, it would make people laugh I feel a strong sense of delusion.

Su Jixian coughed, and pressed his palm lightly on his chest, the heartbeat under his palm was slow and light, and he didn't know when it would stop.

His body was even worse than in his previous life, and he clearly had the ability to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, but he was also plagued by illness and couldn't see the future.

God is fair after all.

"Fortune or something, I never believe it." He got up, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, walked to the window step by step, leaned on the window lattice, white clothes and black hair, beautiful almost illusory, "even if there is really blessing After all, it shouldn’t be me.”

Ever since Daoxiang Village was destroyed and he took Chen Yue into exile, his hands were already soaked in blood. Even though he was not a bloodthirsty person, the bones of those who died in his hands had already piled up into mountains.

The hand clasped on the window lattice slightly tightened the five fingers, and the outline of the white and slender fingers was perfect. The calluses that had been born from martial arts practice were also eliminated with medicine because he was worried that he would hurt Chen Yue, leaving only the delicate and soft skin. Like a pampered son of an aristocratic family who hides his danger under this astonishing beauty.

"Even if it's only four years, it doesn't matter," he smiled softly, his voice soft and waxy, like a lover whispering, his peach eyes like a kitten are moist and clear, making it hard to tell whether it's gentle or cool, "enough... ..."

Lu Lingfeng looked at his back, parted her lips, and finally reached out to support him, and said softly: "It's windy outside, young master leaning against the window carefully to catch cold."

Su Jixian raised his hand and pressed his forehead, shook his head and smiled lazily, "Why did you think of such a thing... Are you really old?"

"...Young master is only sixteen."

"Just say it casually."

Lu Lingfeng looked at the young man whose eyes were always filled with desolation, gently pressed him on the couch, and covered his stomach with a thin blanket.

On the fifth day of May, Yangzhou is very lively during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Probably because the sky is high, the emperor is far away, and commerce is more developed, Yangzhou's atmosphere is much more lively and open than Chang'an, and there are many stalls in the city when the sky is bright.

Mu Xuanying was eating and strolling with a bag of steamed buns in his arms, Mo Yulan lazily followed behind him to buy for him, Su Jixian led Chen Yue casually while walking, Ye Xuan and Lu Lingfeng followed behind them one step away.

Because she seldom goes out, Mu Xuanying is very interested in the market, especially the market in Yangzhou, she always wants to look here and there.

"Brother Yu!" After eating the last bun, he excitedly picked up a delicate noodle man, "Do you think this looks like Xiao Xian?"

Mo Yu walked over to have a look, looked at the white-faced fox in his hand who was curled up and yawning with its tail in its arms, and then looked back at Su Jixian who was yawning with his fingers covering his lips and squinting, "...Like."

Mu Xuanying grinned, put the people down and ran to the other side of the stall, planning to buy some gifts for the Haoqi League members—it was still the wealthy Mo Yu who paid.

Chen Yue is not interested in shopping, but she prefers to dig deep in the mountains and old forests. Digging herbs and other things are more attractive to her than jewelry, rouge and gouache. Ye Xuan, who wants to buy for her, has nothing to spend with a lot of money .

Su Jixian didn't have the vigor of Mu Xuanying at all, the hand held by Chen Yue tightened slightly, he shook her hand, stopped, and said in a lazy and soft voice, "I don't want to leave, I'll go to Suowu Tower first Waiting for you."

Hearing this, Mu Xuanying turned around and squeezed closer to him, "Are you tired? Then brother Yu and I will have a look, and we will go to the Suowu Building to find you later. Xiaoyue wants to play with us?"

Chen Yue looked up at Su Jixian, then at Lu Lingfeng who put on a hood to cover half of her face, "Well, I also have some things to buy."

"I'll follow Xiaoyue, don't worry about being lonely." Ye Xuan smiled and came over to confirm the ticket, his handsome face looked very pleasing, and the gold piece on the forehead rope was so bright that it blinded people's eyes.

This child seems quite heartless, can he really protect Yue'er... Su Jixian is actually not very relieved of Ye Xuan, but if Chen Yue and Mo Yu Mu Xuanying are together, there is no need to worry too much, Ye Xuan can't see it Reliable, Mo Yu is always reliable.

The group of people divided into two groups here, Mo Yu Mu Xuanying and Chen Yue Yexuan continued to visit the market, Su Jixian and Lu Lingfeng went to Suowu Building to wait for them.

In the Linjiang elegant room on the second floor of Suowu Building, the room is burning with incense, and the river outside the window is full of mist, and the shadows of weeping willows on both sides of the bank are vaguely visible, but it is also a special artistic conception.

Su Jixian lay on the beauty's couch, while Lu Lingfeng sat on the side of the couch and gave him a massage. They didn't chat, and the atmosphere was quiet and harmonious.

Not long after, Su Jixian slowly fell asleep, and Lu Lingfeng listened to his more and more gentle breathing, slowly leaned over, put her body lightly against his back, touched his ear with her lips, and opened her eyes slightly. Opened, stuck out the soft and bright red tip of the tongue, and licked slowly on his ear.