Brilliant thorn

Not to mention anything else, just say that Yan Wuji's sweet-scented osmanthus wine is truly unique.

It is sweet and sweet in the mouth, not choking on the throat, and you can taste the light sweet-scented osmanthus aroma when you taste it carefully, which makes you want to drink a few more cups.

Xiao Jue was not in the mood to join them in chatting about the family, so he just drank one cup after another, and occasionally ate a few mouthfuls of dishes that Fu Shaoyu put on his plate.

By the time the banquet was over late at night, he was already slightly drunk.

Walking is a little unsteady.

"How much did you drink?" Fu Shaoyu patted his cheek, feeling a little hot.

"37 cups." Xiao Jue obediently reported the number.

"I remember quite clearly," Fu Shaoyu laughed dumbly, "Do you think that you are not drunk after a thousand cups?"

"The wine is sweet, and you can't get drunk." Xiao Jue's eyes were shining, if it wasn't for his eyes being a little straight, he really didn't seem drunk.

"If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk. Stand still." Fu Shaoyu went around to the front, turned his back to his lower body, and hooked his hands behind him: "Come on, I'll carry you back to sleep."

There was no movement for a long while, and the fingers were hooked.

He looked back, and the man just stood there obediently, with his arms stretched out to hook his hand.Seeing him turn around, he softly called "Brother Yu".

Fu Shaoyu's chest was hot, and just as he was about to hug him, Shi Yi helped Yan Xinghan out of the hall.

"Brother Fu, I'll send Xinghan back first, you and..."

Seeing their interlocking fingers, Shi Yi paused, and said with a smile: "Is the young master drunk? I'll find someone to send him back."

"It's fine, I'll be fine." Fu Shaoyu asked, "Where's Uncle Yan?"

"I've already returned to my room to rest." Yan Xinghan kept sliding down, Shi Yi scooped him up, and said: "Then I'll take him back first, you guys slow down."

"Ah."

When they were far away, Fu Shaoyu looked at Xiao Jue and asked softly, "Do you want to carry or hug?"

Xiao Jue thought for a while and replied, "Back."

Fu Shaoyu flicked his fingers and said with a smile, "How can you carry me like this?"

Xiao Jue let go of his hand, with a bit of reluctance on his face.

Fu Shaoyu lowered his body with his back to him again, and when Xiao Jue slowly climbed up his back like a snail, he lifted his big hand up, and Xiao Jue quickly put his arms around his neck.

"What are you afraid of? I can't fall on you."

Fu Shaoyu walked towards Xiyuan with his back on his back, and when he noticed the scorching breath sprayed on his neck, he couldn't help worrying: "Why are you so hot? Put your head on it, and I'll see if you have a fever."

"Do not burn."

He said so, but his body obediently leaned over.

Just to put his forehead on the nape of the neck, Xiao Jue clamped the man's waist with his knees, his whole back was arched, his upper body was shaking, and he was about to fall down at any time.

"Lie down, don't move around." Fu Shaoyu patted his leg.

"Oh." Xiao Jue leaned down again, hugged his neck again, his breathing trembled with his steps.

Fu Shaoyu asked: "Why do you drink so much? Is it because of what I said during the day, are you still depressed?"

He didn't wait for an answer, and he didn't ask any more.

When walking onto the small arched bridge in the garden, the man's cinnamon-scented voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Brother Shaoyu, you are like my mother."

"Huh?" Fu Shaoyu thought he heard it wrong.

Before Xiao Jue could explain, he shook his head negatively.

"No, it's not like you. She never hugged me or carried me on her back." Xiao Jue suddenly exerted strength and hugged his neck tightly, "Don't fall, the water is so cold."

Fu Shaoyu's neck was about to be broken by him, enduring the discomfort and quickly walked down the small bridge, the strength in his neck suddenly eased.

"Fortunately it didn't fall, or mother would hit me."

That's when the drunken talk started.

Fu Shaoyu coaxed him softly: "Don't worry, no one will beat you, not brother Shaoyu, nor mother."

"Yeah," Xiao Jue chuckled, and rubbed his head into his neck, "Of course dead people don't hit people."

"Do you miss your mother..."

"I'm so sleepy, don't make noise."

Xiao Jueyang tugged at Fu Shaoyu's hair, his voice gradually muffled: "Don't throw me, although I'm not afraid of pain, I'm afraid no one will follow..."

Injuries are nothing, even if there are welts all over the body, it doesn't matter.

But he was really afraid of the empty silence, as if he was abandoned by the world, no one would ask him "does it hurt?", and no one cared about his life or death.

He would rather kneel on the Que Ling Terrace all night every time he was injured, at least in the morning of the next day, Cui Yushu would ask him, "Is Jue'er feeling better?"

What a contradictory joke.

Xiao Jue hummed twice, as if he was laughing, but it sounded very sad.

Fu Shaoyu's heart was suddenly pulled.

When he arrived in Xiyuan, he originally wanted to take Xiao Jue back to his room, but the person on his back refused to agree: "I will sleep by myself."

The voice was clearer than before, and the tone was vigilant and vigilant like a small animal.

Fu Shaoyu smiled and said, "What's wrong with sleeping with me? I can take care of you."

Xiao Jue pursed his lips and remained silent, struggling to climb down, Fu Shaoyu quickly steadied himself and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, sleep by yourself, I won't disturb you. Be good."

Putting the person on the bed, scrubbing him clean, and covering him with the quilt, Fu Shaoyu broke out in a little sweat.

Xiao Jue was lying flat, his eyes were slightly red due to blood congestion, Fu Shaoyu wanted to reach out to help him take off the blindfold to check the condition of his left eye, but he turned his head away.

"Mother doesn't let you take it off, and you have to wear it when you sleep." Xiao Jue held the quilt with both hands, staring at him sideways.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Fu Shaoyu asked.

Xiao Jue shook his head, his eyes were still straight.

"Then don't take it off," Fu Shaoyu tucked the quilt up for him, "you sleep well."

Xiao Jue nodded, and when Fu Shaoyu was about to open the door to leave, he called "Brother Yu" again.

"I'm here."

In the ignorant night, these two words are particularly reassuring.

Xiao Jue closed his eyes contentedly, Fu Shaoyu stood at the door for a long time, and waited until he heard that the person on the bed was breathing evenly, then gently opened the door and went back to his room.

Fu Shaoyu couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He probably guessed the relationship between Xiao Jue and the Yan family, but he was not sure.Because I have always heard that Yan Wuji and his wife have a harmonious relationship, and they can be regarded as a married couple that everyone in the world admires.

He still needs to order someone to investigate carefully before he can understand the emotional entanglements of the previous generation.

And how not to hurt Xiao Jue again, this is the key.

Midnight was about to pass, and there was a rustling sound in the yard, Fu Shaoyu turned over, put on a long gown and pushed the door out, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the turbulent sword energy whizzed towards him.

Fu Shaoyu didn't move at all, the tip of the sword barely stopped a centimeter away from his throat.

The man with the sword raised his head and poured a sip of sake, with a half-smile in his eyes and a little drunk: "Why don't you hide?"

"Naturally, you are reluctant to bet." Seeing his disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, Fu Shaoyu couldn't help frowning, "Why didn't you sleep? Where did the wine come from?"

"Of course it was stolen."

Xiao Jue smiled slyly, Frost lifted up, and through a layer of thin air, slowly brushed the man's chin and moved towards his lips.

Fu Shaoyu flicked the tip of the sword lightly, the three-foot green peak sprinted like a long snake, and bounced back towards Xiao Jue's tiger's mouth.

Xiao Jue stepped back in a vain manner, holding Frost in his hand and drew a few small circles at Fu Shaoyu's eyes: "Come and accompany me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen down the steps.

Seeing that he was about to fall on the piece of jade-white stones, Xiao Jue turned his wrist lightly, the frost pierced the ground for three points, the hilt of the sword pressed against his lower back, and the soft sword with excellent elasticity was pressed into a curved arc by him.

Then he twisted his waist and stood up on the ground, Fu Shaoyu had already dodged himself and dodged forward, slapping his palm to snatch the sword.

Xiao Jue jumped up to explore the sea, his black hair fluttered up and down with his robe, Fu Shaoyu's fingers brushed over three thousand black hairs, and unintentionally hooked off the black eyepatch that was given to him.

The two of them rubbed shoulders for a moment, and the sword light was reflected in the different pupils, like a bright ghost.

Xiao Jue jumped onto the roof, raised his head and took another sip of sake, and stood staggeringly by the edge of the eaves, gesturing casually with his sword.

"Fall carefully!"

Fu Shaoyu caught up with his spirit, Xiao Juefei kicked down two blue tiles to block his way, then flew down on the branch of the acacia in the courtyard, chopped off two budding branches and nailed the man's back.

Fu Shaoyu turned around and kicked him away, and saw him fall from a branch in the distance, he flew towards him, and rolled to the ground with the person in his arms, but was pinned down by the opponent's turn.

With a "clang", the frost pierced the soil against the side of the neck.

"Where's your sword?" Xiao Jue asked with his head bowed.

"It's enough to have your sword." Fu Shaoyu grabbed his waist tightly and led him to roll over to the side. Xiao Jue felt that he wanted to take the opportunity to grab the sword, so he threw the sword into the air with his backhand.

The two hugged and rolled twice, and the frost was nailed into the ground again, trembling and buzzing a few times.

Xiao Jue raised his knees to the man's lower body, Fu Shaoyu knocked him down with a wave of his palm, turned around, and brushed off his clothes: "This trick again?"

"ask for it."

The moment their eyes met, their eyes turned into sword blades, sparks sparked in each other's pupils.

As if they had reached a tacit understanding in their gazes, the next moment, the two of them rushed to Frost not far away.

You attack and I defend, you retreat and I advance, every time you touch the hilt, you will be forced to retreat by the opponent, and you will still be deadlocked for dozens of rounds.Fu Shaoyu wanted to tease him, but he failed to grab the sword, so he followed Xiao Jue's arm to touch the wine pot on his left hand.

Xiao Jue refused, he turned his body and kicked his right leg to block Fu Shaoyu's palm again, his heel landed on the man's shoulder.

Fu Shaoyu raised the corner of his mouth, took a step forward and pushed him against the tree trunk, and his legs split even further.

"Good flexibility."

"Humph."

Xiao Jue slashed again, and while the man was receding a little, he hooked his right foot around the man's neck, twisted his waist to borrow strength, and flew up, resting his whole body on Fu Shaoyu's shoulder.

Fu Shaoyu raised his hand and grabbed his collar, and turned him down shortly. Xiao Jue clung to his shoulder and turned half a circle, and finally fell into his arms.

"Want to snatch my wine?" Xiao Jue raised the wine pot in his hand, suddenly raised his head to Fu Shaoyu's lips, and let out a mouth full of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Fu Shaoyu looked down at the two lips that were close at hand, and when he bowed his head to kiss, Xiao Jue kicked with his long legs, Frost had already started to cut his throat again.

Fu Shaoyu withdrew quickly, only to hear a "stab" sound, and a hole was cut on the shirt on his chest.

"Ha ha--"

Xiao Jue staggered back two steps, and said provocatively: "You can't do it, brother Shaoyu."

"Don't be too pretentious."

Fu Shaoyu tore off the cut piece of fabric, revealing his solid chest, he raised his foot and kicked, countless stones shot out like ten thousand arrows, and under the dim moonlight, several shadows shot straight towards Xiao Jue.

Hearing "Keng Keng" several times, all the stones were knocked down, and when he regained his composure, the man had quietly disappeared.

Xiao Jue moved his ears, and thrust his sword backwards, but Fu Shaoyu grabbed his wrist first, and led the man around half a circle, all the sword energy shook towards the grass and trees in the courtyard.

"Sword, dance like this."

Fu Shaoyu approached from behind, put his arms around his waist, and took his sword-holding right hand with his other hand, pulling out a sharp sword flower.

The long sword was infused with inner strength, humming like rushing thunder, the sword's light was awe-inspiring like Qi piercing Changhong, and the afterimage of frost was danced out.

The hand around his waist was so domineering that Xiao Jue felt a little pain.

But the blood is hard to cool, the madness is hard to hide, no matter how painful it is, he still wants him.

The chests of the two were pressed against the backs, the sleeves of their clothes fluttered, and the swords danced in shock.

With two sounds of "欻欻", Fu Shaoyu led Xiao Jue to lunge and stab at the sword, and after a moment of settling, he leaned into his ear and chuckled: "You are not paying attention, what are you looking at me for?"

"I want to drink." Xiao Jue replied.

"Drink as much as you want, I won't stop you." Fu Shaoyu withdrew alone, wanting to give him time to drink, but Xiao Jue swung his sword with his backhand, threatening to force him back under the silk tree, with no way to retreat.

Under the mottled moonlight under the tree, Xiao Jue approached in a short step, with the tip of the Frost Sword pointing upwards, standing between the two of them.

Fu Shaoyu leaned against the tree trunk and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you want to drink?"

"Yes."

Xiao Jue took another step forward, the two of them were close to each other, he raised his hand and poured all the sake from the pot onto the sword, which also wet the clothes of both sides.

Fu Shaoyu's Adam's apple rolled, and there was ink in his eyes that couldn't melt.

Xiao Jue raised his eyelids to look into the deep black, and stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking upwards very slowly along the three-foot green front.

He stopped when there was only a thin layer of sword edge between the man's lips.

"Aren't you going to drink? Brother Yu——"

The extremely light and soft cry made Fu Shaoyu unbearable.He pushed aside the blade of the sword, grabbed the back of Xiao Jue's neck and kissed it.

With a sound of "clang", Hanshuang and the jug were casually thrown aside by the master.

The two hugged each other and pressed each other into his arms. Xiao Jue responded warmly and clumsily to Fu Shaoyu, teasing him with his lips and tongue, not to be outdone, and kissed until the taste of blood between his lips, and Fu Shaoyu rubbed his cheeks. Back, make the kiss softer.

But it's still hot.

The breath is hot, the tip of the tongue is hot, and the chest is also hot.

It seemed that his whole body was on fire.

Xiao Jue was pressed against the tree trunk, and when Fu Shaoyu held his face and kissed him again, the entire night sky was ablaze.