[Yang Jian] Who says you can't fall in love

Jiang Ziya usually doesn't like to make friends with officials, and spends most of his time discussing with King Wu on how to "cultivate himself, govern the country, and calm the people".The location of the Prime Minister's Mansion is a bit remote, whether it is away from the busy street or the palace, and Jiang Ziya leaves early and returns late every day, so he can't see anyone all day long, so the Prime Minister's Mansion is extremely deserted.

Ever since the Shang Dynasty began to send troops to attack Xiqi, Jiang Ziya's nephews and nephews came to help and lived in the prime minister's mansion. The prime minister's mansion, with its sparse vegetation and few servants, became more alive.

But today...

Fu Xu hid behind a pillar and secretly counted the number of ministers who came with King Wu.One, two, three... Among the people who occupied almost half of the courtyard, Fuxu only knew the doctor San Yisheng and the general Nangong Shi, because they had always been friends with Jiang Ziya, and they had come to the prime minister's mansion several times to discuss with Jiang Ziya some matters.

Surrounded by the dense aura of anger, he was very uncomfortable, Fu Xu swept around the crowd, and after not noticing any dangerous aura for the time being, he quietly retreated.

Just now when she came back with Jiang Ziya, she had already transported celestial power into his body to heal his injuries.Fortunately, although Wen Zhong's whip was quite bluffing in terms of strength and momentum, it didn't really shatter Jiang Ziya's old bones.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Her golden whip was left to her by her father, and her father Feng Lin was a well-known God of War in the Three Realms back then.There are rumors that Fenglin, the god of war, can chop the sky up and move the sea down. It is probably the golden whip in her hand.Wen Zhong's double whips can resonate with hers, which shows that it is not something that is taken lightly.

So, how did Jiang Ziya only hurt flesh under the attack of the male and female dragons?

Fuxu stopped in his tracks, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the house where the four people lived together.

He blew a whistle from a distance, giving Si Buxiang the mental preparation that she was coming.She thought she would receive a few roars from it, letting her know that she was not welcome by the master, but until she walked in, the room was extremely quiet.

The four different houses were built according to the Yuxu Palace, and it can be seen that Jiang Ziya is very concerned about it.At this time, it was quietly curled up in a corner of the huge room, and the room seemed more and more empty.

"Hey, old friend." Fuxu walked to it, squatted down, and tentatively put his hands on its black horns.

Because this corner was badly stained by the young Fuxu, no one else was allowed to touch it.But now that the murderer was right in front of its eyes, it didn't react at all.

Pushing its huge body over, the first thing that catches the eye is the large piece of blood|drenched|drenched fur on its abdomen.This time Fu Xu was finally sure, the evil spirit on Wen Zhong's double whips must have been blocked by this solid-eyed old friend.

"You..." Fu Xu gasped, stuttering, unable to speak clearly, "Why didn't you tell me about such a serious injury?"

Reciting the formula in the mouth, the palm of the hand condensed into a golden light group, gently covering the four different wounds.The cushions under it had long been soaked in blood, staining its fur red.

"Do you know how precious Qilin's blood is? It bleeds all over the floor, and you don't feel sorry for it." The hand moved slowly, covering its body in the fairy light, although Fuxu complained, There was still pain in his eyes. "Hey, it's a good thing I'm here, otherwise if you hold back, you'll lose blood and die sooner or later."

The four different eyes are half closed, and there is a thin layer of film on the eyeballs, looking extremely weak and lifeless.Looking at her old friend who was alive and kicking and wanted to poke her with a horn whenever he saw her|dead her so weak, Fu Xu didn't know what to say for a moment.After all, if it hadn't blocked the double whips of the dragon, Jiang Ziya's bones would be cold at this moment.

After finally stopping the blood, Fuxu continued to use his immortal power to calm the turbulent dragon's evil spirit in its body.When her celestial power touched the evil spirit, Fu Xu felt his golden whip vibrate slightly again.

This is really strange, when she returns to Wa Palace, she must ask the empress.Fu Xu looked at Si Bu Xiang who had completely closed his eyes, and injected a stronger celestial power into his hand.

It took a lot of work to heal her wounds, and when it was over, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the stars were shining in front of her eyes.

"Sure enough, this body is useless." She shook her head, shook off the chaos in her mind, calmed down for a moment, and said softly, "It's nothing serious, you should have a good rest, I'll come see you tomorrow and bring you some more tonic."

Just as he was about to stand up, Si Buxiang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, looked at her for a moment, then stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her hand.

Fu Xu smiled lightly, and tapped its black horn with his hand: "Hey, I saved your life, how can I offset your hatred for this horn? See you later, don't poke me gone."

Unexpectedly, Si Buxiang let out a heavy "hum" from his nose, and turned his head away from looking at her.

It means: the two should not be confused, no way!

"You cheapskate," she muttered, standing up. "I'm really leaving, you have a good rest, if you still feel uncomfortable, come to me directly."

Sibuxiang ignored her and continued to rest, she sighed softly, turned and went out the door.

I wanted to go back to the room, but suddenly remembered that Yang Jian had also touched Wen Zhong.

When she was escorting Jiang Ziya back to the city, she glanced from a distance, and the two of them were fighting fiercely.But after she returned to the mansion, she was immediately surrounded by King Wu who rushed over with all the imperial physicians, and she has not seen Yang Jian until now.

Even the beast Qilin was injured like this, so I don't know what happened to Yang Jian.

While hesitating, he caught a glimpse of the old housekeeper passing by from the corner of his eye.She hurriedly stopped the old housekeeper and asked, "Are the king and the others still in the front hall?"

"Your Majesty is still here." The old housekeeper said, "Just now, almost everyone has left, only Your Majesty and the doctor stayed behind."

"What about Yang Jian?"

"Let's go back to the room." The old housekeeper hesitated and said, "But in fact, since they returned to the city, this old slave has never seen Mr. Yang, and he has never appeared."

"..."

***

Fu Xu still dawdled and walked to Yang Jian's house.After walking around the closed doors and windows, he put his ear on the door and listened for a while, before he sighed deeply.

No movement, probably no one.

Where is he then?

Fu Xu kicked away a small stone at his feet depressedly, and was about to turn around when he smelled a bloody smell.The smell is extremely light and dissipates in an instant.

She rubbed her nose hard, wondering if it was the illusion of being in the Four Different Rooms for too long.Fu Xu turned his body and searched around carefully, but the courtyard was empty and he could see everything in a glance.Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to the door, sniffing carefully for a long time before she could faintly smell blood again.

Tried to push the door, but it didn't open.She was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "Yang Jian! Are you inside?"

No one answered.

She still couldn't push the door open, it seemed to be covered with a layer of enchantment, no matter how she pushed, the door remained motionless.

"Yang Jian, if you don't open the door, don't open the door for me again!" Infused the palm of your hand with immortal power, and patted hard, the door was still firmly closed.She stomped her feet angrily, "Yang Jian, I'm leaving! Don't regret it!"

The person in the room took off half of his clothes, with one arm exposed, and sat quietly at the table. When he heard the footsteps gradually receding, there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes.But his emotions were restrained very quickly, and within a short while, he returned to his usual confusion of emotions and anger.With no expression on his face, he wrapped a piece of muslin around his bleeding wrist, bit one end of the muslin, tightened the other hand, and tied a knot.

After bandaging his wrists, Yang Jian took off the hanging half of his clothes, and exposed his upper body to the air. He looked down at the wound on his body that was struck by Wen Zhong's double whips, and wiped off the blood with a cloth. I wanted to wrap up the wound, but I heard the sound of tiles colliding on the roof.

This is the Prime Minister's Mansion, which looks very shabby, and there are so many strange people, so thieves probably won't patronize it.He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly realized who the "uninvited guest" might be.However, before he could set up another barrier, a ray of sunlight poured down, and there was a big hole in the roof, and a person jumped down through the hole.

He subconsciously stood up to pick it up, and he embraced the person in his arms.

"Didn't you... go away?" He looked at Fuxu in his arms, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

"I'm indeed gone." She hugged his neck tightly and said, "But I didn't say I couldn't come back."

His complexion is obviously very ugly, a sickly injury.After he met her eyes, his gaze flickered, and as soon as he loosened his hands around her waist, he was about to let her go.Seeing this, Fu Xu hugged his neck even tighter, unable to hang on.

"You, you are..." Yang Jian was full of helplessness between the lines, he pushed Fu Xu, without any accident, and said, "What do you want to do in broad daylight?"

"I don't want to do anything." She hugged him tightly, her lips were almost close to his ear, and snorted coldly, "I'm just afraid that you will throw me out after I let go."

"I won't throw it out..." He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, bent down slightly, separated the distance between the two of them, and said a little uncomfortable, "You are a man, and you are not a broken sleeve. Don't you feel uncomfortable when you hug me like this?" ?”

Fu Xu's hands froze, and only then did he realize that men and women had other problems.

At this time, her two arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and her upper body was almost pressed against his naked chest. She could clearly feel all the musculoskeletal texture.

His heart was beating almost in unison with hers, and the sound of "dong dong" was infinitely amplified in this silent room.

Agitated by this ambiguous action, her head became dizzy, her breathing stagnated slightly, and her cheeks began to heat up.

But at this moment, a bloody smell floated into her nose.

By the way, she remembered that he was still injured!

For a moment, Fuxu seemed to be poured over her head and face by the water of the Tianhe River, and the thoughts that had drifted to nowhere just rushed back to her mind, and her hot cheeks instantly returned to normal temperature.

She let go of her hand suddenly and took a few steps back, his body was completely reflected in her eyes.But she was not in the mood to look at his body, her eyes were fixed on his haphazardly bandaged wound, and she took it apart without saying a word.

"Tsk, although you don't look so... so masculine on weekdays, I didn't expect you to be really good at it." He teased her with a smile, while avoiding her hand, turned around, and put on his clothes.

Fu Xu looked at the blood on his clothes, pressed his hand to straighten his clothes, and said, "I, I don't mean anything else. I was too anxious just now, no matter how much I call you, you won't open the door, and you are in a hurry." I’m angry again, I didn’t think too much about it.”

"Just now—" he turned his head to look at her, and made up nonsense without blushing, "It's not that I didn't open the door, it's that I was unable to move, and you left before I got out of bed to open the door for you."

"Oh." Helpless and speechless, she looked up at him, and stared at him for a while, then pointed to his chest and said, "The blood is seeping through, doesn't it hurt?"

He froze for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand to cover the blood, not wanting her to see it.

It does hurt.

But before she came in, it didn't hurt that much.He thought to himself, sure enough, it would be easier to live alone with no one to care about.

"There are men on the left and right, so there is nothing to avoid. Don't worry, I won't take that kind of bite." She took two steps back and said, "I'm just worried about you. But you can move and walk, and I can still walk when I jump off." Catch me in time, it seems that there is nothing serious about you. If you feel that I am uncomfortable here, I will go, and you can bandage the wound at ease. "

While talking and retreating to the door, she sighed softly: "All the troubles I have encountered in my life have really been gathered in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Opening the door, she stepped backwards and walked out in three steps. In her heart, she actually hoped that he would ask her to stay, so that she could help him heal his wounds.

But when he saw her lingering, he just nodded, deliberately pretending not to notice, and said: "Go back and have a good rest, there is still a battle to be fought in a few days, so there is no need to—"

I wanted to say "don't bother me", but I changed the words and said it more tactfully: "There is no need to worry about it. Rest at ease." With slightly disappointed eyes in Fuxu's eyes, he walked to the door, Close the door.

This kind of person is probably going to be alone all his life...

Fu Xu clenched his hands into fists and let go, looking at the closed door, he didn't know how to react.She pursed her lips, gave up the idea of ​​helping him return the tiles on the roof to their original places, and turned to leave.

Today the sky is sunny, the wind is mild and the air is refreshing.She guessed that the sky at night should also look good, it is convenient for him to look at the stars when he has nothing to do.

The author has something to say:

Shizuo is very nostalgic recently, and I dug up the drama I watched many years ago: Shuiyue Dongtian and Boy King

I was so fascinated by watching it that I didn't think about updating it. I'm so sorry┑(￣Д￣)┍

When I watched Shuiyuedongtian before, I liked Chen Farong and Yang Junyi's Zhan Xue the most, and now I still like it the most (compare my heart!)