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The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

The sword body is three fingers wide, its color is silvery white, and its luster shines brightly.The sword grid is shaped like a maple leaf, with a round blood pigeon inlaid, and the sword shank is inlaid with a bodhi-sized red stone, echoing it.The jade gourd hanging on the fringe of the sword looked a bit out of place. Inside the gourd was carved a small worm with short and short claws, a round belly and head, and two small bean sprouts on the forehead, which was extremely ugly.

Feng Gui weighed the Fusu sword, which ranked fifth on the list of famous weapons, in his hand, but there was no wavering in his heart.

Throwing the Fusu sword, after catching it, he played a sword flower, brushed it three or two times, and there was only a bare velvet flower branch left in the newly placed white jade vase on the small bed table in the house.The pink fan flowers were broken and scattered like a pile of pine needles.

Recalling the things that the maid in blue was ordered to deliver after taking a bath, Feng Gui felt an unknown fire in her heart.A set of clothes, a bag of broken silver and 5000 taels of silver notes, a sword, and a bottle of wound medicine.Always remind him of the shame of last night!

He also wanted to say something chic, but he was all flesh and blood.

However, when he was taking a bath, he wanted to tear off this dirty flesh!

There were three knocks on the door, and the maid outside the door sent a message, "Master Feng, the leader has ordered that lunch will be served in Yiyuan Xiaozhu. If you pack it up properly, please go with your servant."

Not in the mood to start a conversation, Feng Gui closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment, suppressing her hostility.Walking to the screen wall, he paused slightly, took two steps back, and grabbed the 5000 taels silver note on the tea table.

Yiyuan Xiaozhu is a small bamboo building in the depths of the velvet flower trees in Yiyuan.The peaks behind Fenghua Palace are covered with snow all the year round, turning into streams, passing through Yiyuan, and flowing into the cold lake on the mountainside.But the hot spring water in the Xiuyu Hall does the opposite, leading up step by step from the Yanchi below the peak.

One cold and one hot meet in Xiaozhu.

The small building has three floors, with hundreds of old bamboo piles at the bottom, and snow water flows around the bamboo piles.The upper floor is the organ building that draws warm water, which is about the height of one person.The third floor is just an ordinary bamboo building, where you can enjoy flowers in summer, listen to the snow in winter, drink tea and play the piano, stealing half a day's leisure.

Sitting on the bamboo building, looking into the distance, you can see a sea of ​​pink clouds.The fragrance of bamboo and the lingering fragrance of Albizia Julibrissin are mixed together, just like lotus flowers, which are seductive but not charming.

Under the acacia tree, a man in black clothes brandished a pitch-black sword, either stabbing or picking, his sword moves were like flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.The robe is embroidered with silver and white cranes, with auspicious clouds flying high.The flowers are falling, the clothes are fluttering, and the afterimage of the sword dance is left. It looks like a sword fairy in the world, so romantic and wanton!

Receiving the move, Feng Yan stood under the tree quietly, looking up at the person in front of the bamboo building corridor.

The falling flowers flew slowly, becoming the only movement here.

Looking at each other for a moment, Feng Yan held his sword and went upstairs.

"Serve the food and wine." After ordering, Feng Yan leaned the sword on the table.

Feng Gui glanced at the sword lightly, the body of the sword was as black as night, the grid and shank were inlaid with white jade, and the fringe of the sword was a jasper gourd.A small round-leaved sapling is carved on it, with only two pitifully small young leaves on the top.This Jiansui is childish and ridiculous, not at all worthy of Baojian's power and arrogance.

This sword is named Youlong.The third on the list of famous utensils, and the sword Fusu are a pair of yin and yang swords.

The names of the two swords are taken from the poem "There is Fusu in the mountains, and Youlong in Xi. If you don't see Fengjun, you will see you thief".

Fengjun is the emperor in charge of the Nine Heavens Galaxy in ancient mythology, and also the most beautiful god in heaven and earth.The meaning of this poem is: the small trees on the mountain are lush, and the red flowers in the water are beautiful. I have never waited for a humble son like Feng Jun, but I have waited for you, a little thief.Light reprimand, laughing and scolding, but the words of teasing between lovers, sweet and intimate.

However, for Yu Fenggui, this pair of precious swords is like ice in winter, piercing into his heart one by one.The ice has melted, and nothing can be seen on the surface, but the inside has already been pierced into a hornet's nest.

The maid quickly served hot dishes and a jug of sake, pouring a glass for each of them.

Steamed Longjing sea bass, braised eggplant in oil, crispy caramelized pork ribs, stir-fried shredded pork with green vegetables and mushrooms, and a bracken and egg drop soup.Four dishes and one soup are all Feng Gui's favorite dishes on a daily basis.Even if the aroma of the wine is clear and the aroma of the vegetables is rich and tangy, Feng Gui can't help but think of the past and the past when he catches a glimpse of the person at the opposite table.I just felt my belly churning, and I was very sick.

"Drink a bowl of soup first." Feng Yan scooped up half a bowl of egg drop soup and handed it to him.

The hands under the table were secretly clenched, with a cold expression on his face, Feng Gui took the soup bowl, "Thank you, Teacher."

He raised his neck and downed the soup in one gulp.He raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth, put down the bowl, and looked directly at Feng Yan, "What the leader said yesterday, as long as I want anything, you will give it to me. Does it still count?"

A trace of unpredictable darkness flashed in his eyes, and Feng Yan casually hooked the corners of his lips, "Naturally. After all, Ah Feng worked hard in serving you last night, so you should be rewarded. Ah Feng has already thought about what he wants?"

Feng Gui was noncommittal, took out 5000 taels of silver bills, and in front of him, slowly split the silver bills in half, stacked them together, and then tore them in half, repeating this until it was torn to the size of a fingernail.

Holding a pile of debris, regardless of Feng Yan's gloomy expression, he blew heavily at him.

The shredded paper fluttered like catkins flying, several pieces were stuck on Feng Yan's temple hair, one piece was bumped on the eyelid, and one piece was stuck on the side of the lips, so embarrassing.A table of hot food was covered with crumbs with black lines on a white background, and this anger was met for no reason.

Clapping the non-existing crumbs on his hands, Feng Gui raised a bright smile, "This is my son's selling money anyway, how about buying a moment of happiness from the leader?"

His eyes were cold, and when he stared at Feng Gui, even the air around him seemed to turn into substance, gaining weight, heavy, stuffy, and oppressive enough to make one breathless.At the other end of the table, Feng Gui was calm and composed, with a gorgeous but malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

The accompanying maids in the bamboo building lowered their heads as hard as they could, with all the blood on their faces gone, fearing that they would become floating corpses when the leader was angry.

Jingle - jingle -

The wind chime hanging in front of the corridor didn't feel it, and it was still swaying with the breeze.

"It's hard to buy a beauty with a smile." Feng Yan restrained his anger, and peeled off the sticky crumbs of bank notes on his lips, "Xia Xue is so colorful, it's worth it for me to smile."

Hearing this, the smile on Feng Gui's face turned cold, he picked up the chopsticks, picked a piece of meat with thorns on the tail of the fish, leaned forward slightly, and pinched it to Feng Yan's mouth, "My lord is absurd. Hope to laugh."

I didn't want to pamper him anymore, but seeing the subtle frown between his brows when he leaned over, Feng Yan finally couldn't bear to brush his mind off.

Chewing carefully, the fish meat was crushed together with the fine thorns, and swallowed.

The maids standing on the side looked at their noses and their hearts, but there was a turmoil in their hearts.

Mr. Feng's actions can be regarded as throwing the leader's face to the ground, and even stomping on it!Just now they were still lamenting the misfortune of Young Master Feng, Lan Yan, and they were afraid that blood would splatter on the spot in the next moment.Never thought that the leader just ordered them to change a table of food and drink, and reversed the previous scene!

It is the first time that they have been by the leader's side for so many years of pampering one person.

Xindao, the teacher treats Young Master Feng really differently...

After tasting the new braised lion's head, Feng Yan said casually, "In the afternoon, follow me to the Zhengqing Hall."

Feng Gui lowered his head and took a bite of the drunken shrimp, a trace of treachery flashed in his eyes.