Brilliant thorn

This is the most difficult job that Jueying has received in more than 20 years.

none of them.

Why didn't Fu Shaoyu save his face?

The two stood face to face in the narrow alley with red faces on their faces, looking at each other speechlessly, the more embarrassing they looked.

The friendship between master and servant for many years showed the brilliance of tacit understanding at this moment. The two chose to leave at the same time with their backs, leaving each other with a decent back.

When he returned, Xiao Jue was pushing his hands with his grandfather.

A rain in the past two days washed the sky in Saibei to an extraordinarily blue color, the garden was already in full bloom, and the gentle breeze blew the faint fragrance into a river suspended in mid-air, which was refreshing.

Xiao Jue rarely wore a plain white shirt, his black hair was tied neatly behind his head, he was in a horse stance, his left hand was behind his back, his right hand was accumulating strength to meet Fu Zhanfeng's, his shoulders were loose and his elbows were loose, his strength and softness combined, everywhere It has an unearthly and refined taste.

Like a golden boy from a certain fairy mountain, he took away all the minds of this ordinary man.

Fu Shaoyu folded his arms on his chest, leaned in the pavilion, and looked at him quietly.

"You baby must be lying to me." Fu Zhan said abruptly.

"What?" Xiao didn't understand.

His wrist was stuck to the outer side of the old man's forearm, and when he sensed that the opponent was about to accumulate strength to attack, he stroked it to lure the opponent to press. Unexpectedly, Fu Zhanfeng changed his moves, and his elbow was restrained instead. That arm was like cotton wrapped in iron, and he felt a little pain , Xiao Jue has retreated more than ten feet.

He lost.

Xiao Jue closed his posture and breathed out a few times, a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, he folded his hands and said honestly: "Xiao Jue bows down."

"Come less, come less," Fu Zhanfeng took out a handkerchief and wiped his temples, and then said, "You really never learned how to push hands?"

"Well," Xiao Jue nodded, and walked beside the old man with his hands tied to accompany him to the garden: "The first two days were the first contact."

Cui Yushu taught him martial arts for the purpose of killing people, and he taught him fierce moves. He never had the leisure to teach him the "slow" kung fu of Tai Chi, which would take too much time and patience.

Seeing that they were going to visit the garden, Fu Shaoyu ran over and accompanied Xiao Jue on the left and right side of his grandfather.

"Not bad, the old man just teaches you two tricks, and you can apply what you have learned. You can teach a child, and a child can teach you." Fu Zhanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, and kept praising him.

"It was taught by my grandfather."

Xiao Jue smiled a bit shyly, but there was a bit of complacency in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Fu Shaoyu saw it in his eyes and was delighted in his heart.

The man finally came alive.

Fu Zhanfeng waved his hands and continued: "A good master also has to meet a good apprentice. Don't look at Shaoyu's appearance now, but when he was a child, he was so stubborn, it was really a headache. Let him calm down and accompany me to push hands. It's still Xiaojue who is smart and hardworking like you, the most likable."

"Grandpa's words are reasonable," Fu Shaoyu agreed, "Xiaojue is naturally the most lovable treasure."

Xiao Jue's ears turned red.

He stretched out his hand behind him, and gently pinched Fu Shaoyu's waist.

Fu Shaoyu remained calm, and grabbed his wrist with his backhand. Xiao Jue couldn't break free for a moment, and the two interlocked fingers behind Fu Zhanfeng in an extremely awkward posture, chatting while walking in the garden.

Speaking of Fu Shaoyu's childhood embarrassment, it seemed to touch the gate of memory. Fu Lao talked endlessly, and Xiao Jue was very happy to hear it. Occasionally, he would glance at the protagonist, and the two sides exchanged a knowing look.

When the chat was about to get excited, Fu Zhanfeng's old face instantly collapsed when he heard a calm "foster father".

He wished he could hold his birthday tomorrow and let Wu Shanyun go back to Tongxi as soon as possible.

"Father, it's time to press your shoulders."

"Ah," Fu Zhanfeng has been accompanied by Xiao Jue to push hands and punches for the past two days. His shoulders are much looser than usual. He really doesn't want to be tortured anymore. In the blink of an eye, countless excuses flashed through his mind, and he suddenly squeezed Fu Zhanfeng secretly with his elbow. Shaoyu raised his voice and said to Wu Shanyun: "Come here now, I think about what else I haven't done."

Fu Shaoyu pretended not to know his intentions, and said, "What can you do? It's not too late to order after you think about it."

"Stinky boy!"

Fu Zhanfeng raised his hand to slap, Fu Shaoyu quickly let go of Xiao Jue and raised his arm to block, the two of them had exchanged several moves in a blink of an eye, their palms were powerful and domineering, and their moves changed surprisingly.

Xiao Jue withdrew to the side, and secretly praised Fu Zhanfeng for being strong and vigorous, his inner strength is strong, and he may have few opponents in the entire Central Plains martial arts.

How come I've never heard of this character?

While distracted and confused, the grandpa and grandson who were fighting jumped up the courtyard wall one after the other. After a few ups and downs, they disappeared from sight.

Xiao Jue: "..."

The patient fled, but Wu Shanyun stood under the arch without moving a muscle, with no expression on his face.

The two really had nothing to say, Xiao Jue was going to go back to his room and change his clothes, when he felt the familiar pain after taking two steps, he clutched his chest and quickened his pace, I don't know if Wu Shanyun noticed something strange about him.

As soon as the door was closed, Xiao Jue plopped on one knee and knelt on the ground.The piercing pain eroded his whole body, and with the last of his strength, he scrambled to the side of the bed, pulled the quilt into his arms, and buried his head in it.

He bit the corner of the quilt tightly, and the sound of whimpering was mostly muffled, and when he recovered, it was already half an hour later.

Xiao Jue sat on the ground paralyzed, with his upper body leaning back on the bed, his chest heaving violently, and the thin summer clothes that were soaked and clinging to his body became translucent, his body was extremely fragile, and also extremely seductive.

His eyes narrowed into a narrow slit and he looked out of the window. The bright sun was haloing into a huge golden spot in the small square of azure blue. He braced himself to stand up and staggered to the window.

He took off all his clothes, stood in the sun with his head up and his eyes closed, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

The ears moved, and there were footsteps.

The step is light and strong, it is Fu Shaoyu.

Sure enough, the door opened, and a familiar voice came from behind: "I heard from my aunt that you are going back to your room..."

Xiao Jue turned around and stopped speaking abruptly.

Unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes, he stared blankly at him.

The tall and tall body stood naked under the window, and the fair skin was like a piece of flawless jade, bathed in the golden sunlight, it was so beautiful that it was not real.

"Brother Yu, do I look good?"

Xiao Jue also asked the same question when he first descended to the peak.

The sarcastic tone at that time was intended to make Fu Shaoyu unhappy, but today he had a little bit of anticipation, wanting Fu Shaoyu to rush over and hug him and say "I like it", and then possess him fiercely, run through him.

"what have you done?"

Fu Shaoyu closed the door with his backhand, strode up to him, grabbed his shoulders and turned him back and forth for a closer look.

Missed.

The criss-cross welt scars on the chest and back all disappeared completely.

Xiao Jue took his hand and put it on his chest, and guided his fingertips to brush against the collarbone, lingering on the pale pink nipples for a while, then stroked the smooth and smooth skin, and followed the beautiful and smooth abdominal muscles on the flat lower abdomen. The lines descend all the way to more intimate places.

There is seduction in the beautiful eyes.

Fu Shaoyu's throat was tight and his eyes were red.

"What exactly did you do?"

The voice was terrifyingly deep, not as joyful as Xiao Jue expected.

Xiao Jue clasped his hands around his neck, put his whole body into the man's arms, and gently rubbed his face against Fu Shaoyu's neck: "You have endured so much these days, do you still want to bear it?"

A pair of big hands wrapped around his back and hugged him tightly. Xiao Jue raised the corners of his mouth and kissed his neck and earlobe little by little. up.

Fu Shaoyu was crying.

Xiao Jue suddenly panicked.

"Brother Yu..."

Fu Shaoyu avoided his gaze, loosened his arms, took off his coat and put it on Xiao Jue, then jumped out of the window without saying a word, and ran away.

"Brother Yu!"

Xiao Jue hurriedly gathered his clothes and caught up, looking around in a daze, Fu Shaoyu had long since disappeared, he asked a few servants, and said he didn't see the young master's whereabouts.

He returned to the room dejectedly, not knowing why he ended up in such a mess.

Fu Shaoyu ran all the way to the outside of the city, to the uninhabited wilderness, but still couldn't vent his annoyance by roaring loudly.

How could he be so dull!

Fortunately, he is still thinking hard, wondering why Xiao Jue always finds various reasons to shirk being intimate with him, even in his sleep he has to close his clothes tightly to prevent him from touching him, why didn't he think of this?

It is indeed effective to remove decay and regeneration, but he has also seen the pain with his own eyes.

Every time he thinks of Xiao Jue tossing and turning that night, curled up on the bed crying out for pain, his heart aches unceasingly.

And that time it was just a small wound that was only an inch long, Xiao Jue was already so sad, Fu Shaoyu couldn't imagine how painful it would be when all the welt marks were corroded.

Thinking of this, Fu Shaoyu let out another low growl, clenched his hands into fists and thumped hard on a Populus euphratica beside him.

It was in vain that he boasted that he had a deep affection for Xiao Jue, how come he didn't notice Xiao Jue's strangeness at all when they reunited these days? !

He was exasperated and puzzled.

Why did Xiao Jue suddenly want to get rid of those scars?Is it to please yourself?

But he doesn't care about these, when has he ever shown even the slightest dislike for this scar?

Obviously he loves him the most.

Can't Xiao Jue feel it?

"Damn!"

Fu Shaoyu spat in a low voice, scolding himself for being stupid, and also scolding Xiao Jue for being crazy.

Another punch hit the tree trunk hard, the joints on the back of his hand were bloodshot, stimulated by the burning pain, he calmed down, wiped his face, turned around and rushed back home.

He wants to go back and give him a good hug.

When he opened the door and entered, Xiao Jue lay on the bed without moving. Fu Shaoyu walked over with a trembling heart, lay down beside him, hugged him into his arms, and sighed: "You do these stupid things without telling me, you know I'm Will you feel sad too?"

The person in his arms trembled slightly, he nodded and pressed a kiss on the top of Xiao Jue's hair.

Looking casually, he found that Xiao Jue was biting his lip to endure the pain.

Fu Shaoyu sat up abruptly, called his pulse quickly, then quickly picked up the man and ran outside, shouting "Where is Auntie" all the way.

The boy sweeping the yard hurriedly ran to spread the word, Wu Shanyun and Fu Zhanfeng ran from the flower hall one after the other, and welcomed him to the Nuan Pavilion.

Xiao Jue bit his lips in pain, but still tried to be brave, "I'm fine."

He had already experienced it once, and he was mentally prepared.

Last time, the wound on his cheek hurt for three days before he got better. With such a large scar on his chest and back, it will definitely take ten and a half months of pain.

Just be patient.

"Silence."

Wu Shanyun glanced at him lightly, and after taking his pulse, he tore open the skirt of his clothes again, his nails cut through a small piece of skin on his chest, blood dripped out, red and a little purple.

"ointment."

Her words were concise and to the point, Fu Shaoyu said urgently: "Good boy, quickly hand it over to Auntie."

Only then did Xiao Jue realize that something might be wrong.

"In the box on the desk in the room."

Fu Shaoyu hurried back to the room to look for it, and found a white porcelain bottle, which contained very little light green ointment.

He handed the ointment to Wu Shanyun, who smelled it but said, "This is non-toxic, is there any more?"

Fu Shaoyu looked at Xiao Jue, looked at each other for a moment, he suddenly thought of Feng Yan, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Xiao Jue also thought of something with him.

Fortunately, the medicine bottle Feng Yan gave him that night was not thrown away. After Wu Shanyun checked it carefully, he asked Xiao Jue, "Have you been hit by spider poison?"

"Yes."

Xiao Jue nodded, already guessing her next conclusion.

No wonder, before he died, Feng Yan would say "I'll wait for you in hell" to him.

It turned out that when he first met, he handed over the bottle of so-called antidote, and he had already tampered with it.

That's right, how could a lunatic like Feng Yan be willing to obediently save his love rival?

If it was him, he would not be reconciled.

Alas, hateful!

He is not reconciled either!

It was obvious that he had suffered so much in exchange for such a flawless appearance. Fu Shaoyu hadn't touched and felt it well yet, so how could he be willing to die like this?

Xiao Jue clenched his cuffs, looked at Fu Shaoyu, and called him Brother Yu in a low voice.

Fu Shaoyu was filled with remorse, he hated himself for not being able to guard against Feng Yan's vicious nature even though he knew Feng Yan's vicious nature, he was so stupid!

"I'm going to find him!"

Fu Shaoyu turned around to leave, but Xiao Jueyang grabbed his wrist.

"No, he's dead."