Sealing Sword

When Ye Fusheng woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

He blinked his still dry eyes, his mind was filled with a pot of boiled paste, his whole body seemed to be turned into dough, soft and weak, but it seemed to be mixed with pea seeds, making every part of his body sore and achy.

"..." Ye Fusheng stared at the ceiling for a while with a pair of dead fish eyes, and he held his breath in his throat for a long time before he forced out his lips and teeth, but he said concisely, "Damn."

As expected, the bastard had grown up, from a moaning crying bag to a youthful vigor like a wolf, even if he tried to restrain himself, he still almost tossed his old bones to pieces.

It is rare for Ye Fusheng to have the thought of scolding his mother, but after searching his stomach, he was unable to scold him. Thinking of the broken picture before the son of a bitch turned into a wolf, he rolled his eyes and tilted his head—the evils committed by the sky are forgiven, but the evils committed by oneself cannot be lived.

When Chu Xiwei came back, she saw the person on the bed paralyzed into a dried salted fish, with her head sideways facing the wall.After a moment of silence, he immediately closed the door, put the copper tray in his hand on the wooden table, walked to the edge of the bed and leaned down, put his lips against Ye Fusheng's forehead and felt it carefully for a while, finally making sure that the other person did not have a fever.

The heart held in the young man's throat fell slowly, and he whispered to Ye Fusheng softly: "Master, don't sleep, let me pick you up and eat something, okay?"

Ye Fusheng shuddered at his rare tenderness and meticulousness in his eight lifetimes. Chu Xiwei felt the person in his arms tremble, and suddenly became nervous: "Are you cold? I'll go and light the brazier."

"...Don't move, help me up."

Ye Fusheng's belly was full of nonsense, and he finally decided to save some face, forcing himself to swallow the words that came to his lips, and squeezed out a kind smile like a wolf mother-in-law.

It's a pity that this smile didn't last long. When Ye Fusheng took a sip of the soup that Chu Xiwei brought, all the expressions on his face collapsed for a second, and an indescribable taste was like fire thunder beads mixed with five-flavored powder on the tip of his tongue. It exploded, and before he had finished eating, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't even tell the difference between south, east and north.

He swallowed the soup with the greatest endurance in his life, covered his stomach and looked at Chu Xiwei: "My teacher is here?"

Chu Xiwei, who was full of anticipation but not showing any signs of expression, was startled when she heard the words, and said blankly, "Huh?"

Ye Fusheng stared at him: "You made this bowl of soup?"

"...Well, I, I asked my adoptive father before, and he said... I want to eat something that is good for digestion and replenishes energy and blood." Chu Xiwei gave Ye Fusheng a look that hadn't been shaken before Qian Jun. The time was wrinkled into dried winter vegetables, and it was rare to stammer, "Yes, isn't it bad to drink?"

After a sex drive last night, Chu Xiwei woke up early this morning. Looking at Ye Fusheng, who was so tired that she was asleep beside her, her heart suddenly filled with supreme satisfaction, and she hugged and kissed her under the quilt for a long time , and then stood up with great reluctance, even more lightly than a thief, and did not wake Ye Fusheng up from the beginning to the end.

He never knew that he would have such a greedy and insatiable desire for another person.

After Chu Xiwei took care of everything, she sat on the side of the bed and watched Ye Fusheng's sleeping face longingly. When the sun was three poles high and the sun shone in, he came back to his senses, and swept down the bamboo curtain to cover it with the wind of his palm. Guangguang, went out and called his confidant subordinates to guard the room and not leave the room, while he cooked two mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, and rushed into the small stove room in the courtyard with strides that almost flew away with restrained joy.

Brushing the pot to boil water, adding firewood to watch the fire, cooking with the ingredients... A bowl of ginseng chicken soup is such a simple thing, but it is something Chu Xiwei has never done in her life.

However, the whole life of human beings does not start from these ordinary things?

Seeing Chu Xiwei's uneasy expression, Ye Fusheng sighed suddenly, hardened his heart and drank the soup in the bowl, then poured it on him weakly, and sighed: "It is said that the most difficult relationship in the world is the most difficult relationship in the world. It's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I was worried that you would not get along with my wife, but now... I think you two should hit it off very well."

Chu Xiwei was a little dazed, and didn't know how the topic got here, so she just followed him and said, "It's really good to be clear about the Taoist priest."

Ye Fusheng was heartbroken, wishing he could beat his chest and stamp his feet: "Yes, he is so good, but why did you learn this from him?!"

Chu Xiwei looked at the soup bowl, and thought about the horrible-tasting pot of "Canglu" before, and finally realized that when her temper came up, she would turn into anger from embarrassment, so she lowered her head and looked at Ye Fusheng with a pair of smiling eyes, and then she was angry not coming out.

"Since it's bad to drink, why drink it all up." Chu Xiwei hugged him, rubbed his shoulders, her tone slowed down, "You don't have to be disgusted, I will learn slowly in the future, and it will be fine."

"I don't think it's enough to hold your heart, so how can I waste it?" Ye Fusheng ran his hand back along his back, and said with a smile, "It's okay to learn well, but next time you have to drink first."

Chu Xiwei let out a reluctant "um" from her nose.

Ye Fusheng was tickled by this nasal sound, but the soft pain under his waist reminded him of what happened last night, he narrowed his eyes and moved back a little, pinched Chu Xiwei's chin with his fingers, and kissed her lips like a dragonfly. He said affectionately: "Good apprentice, Master was tortured by you last night, how can you make up for it?"

Chu Xiwei turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears for a moment, Ye Fusheng held his face and looked left and right, seeing that he was uncomfortable, but he couldn't get into a fit, so he said, "It's up to you."

When Ye Fusheng saw him like this, he was so angry that his teeth itch, and he wanted to do the Fa-rectification on the spot to increase his prestige, but he had more heart than strength, so he had to do it slowly.

Leaning back, he stretched out his foot and gave Chu Xiwei a gentle kick, swept his eyes around the room, and said, "Go, bring that dowry box here."

This place is Jiuyao City outside the Western Regions Pass. Chu Xiwei brought people here that night and knocked on the city gate with the token given by Duanqing, and the news naturally went straight to the city lord's mansion.

However, he came at an unfortunate time, the city lord had to go to the capital because of the war, leaving only his confidants to guard the mansion.The man was clever, and he recognized the token as a special keepsake given by the master in the early years. He also saw that this group of Central Plains troops were covered with blood and fire. The old man in the mansion opened a secret passage and brought Chu Xiwei and others into the backyard of the city lord's mansion, arranged them in the concubine concubine's courtyard, sealed up all the idlers inside, and sent someone to ask the city lord to come back.

The lord of Jiuyao City is full of joy, and has been recruiting beauties since the death of his wife three years ago, so even if someone leaks a little information, they can always use it as an excuse to delay for a while.

The house where Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng lived was originally the residence of a Xinna Meiji. The woman made a mistake a few days ago and was dealt with, so the house was vacated, not like other hastily tidied up houses. The smell of makeup and powder is just some things that Chu Xiwei is too lazy to touch, so she also stays here.

At this moment, he turned his head and saw that there was indeed an exquisite dowry box in front of the dressing table. Immediately, he had a bad feeling in his heart, and said in disbelief, "You want to paint me as a woman?"

Ye Fusheng sized him up from head to toe, shook his head and said: "He is too tall, his chest is too hard, and his butt is not big enough."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He brought the things with a sullen coffin face, Ye Fusheng opened the box, rummaged through the dazzling array of flowers and powders, and hooked his fingers at him: "Come up, close your eyes."

For a moment, Chu Xiwei's expression was like that of a strong man cutting off his wrist.

He lingered on the bed, sat cross-legged in front of Ye Fusheng, who measured the distance between his five sense organs with his fingers, shook his head and said, "Ah Yao, your complexion is fair, clean and delicate, you don't need any makeup, but your cheeks are thin Some blood color, looks easy to get sick and looks cold, you can smudge some color on the cheekbones."

The pulp of his finger rubbed a thin line of rouge, and lightly tapped on both sides of Chu Xiwei's eyes, gradually blurring away. The color was not too gaudy, but it added a layer of invisible blood to the originally pale face.

"Your eyebrows are slender and long, and you look weak compared to your temperament. You need to cut off the ends of your eyebrows to make them sharper, and use blue bird stone to enhance your color."

Chu Xiwei's eyebrows and eyes resembled his biological mother very much, if he hadn't developed a cold and stern demeanor, he would not be able to suppress the delicate beauty of this pair of willow eyebrows.At this time, Ye Fusheng picked up the thin knife and scraped against his eyebrows. Chu Xiwei bit the bullet and endured the feeling of the knife across his face. Mei Shidai traced it carefully, and the self-cultivated edge quietly lengthened the dark black and green eyebrows, adding a bit of bewitching charm.

"The eyes are like apricots, with blunt and round outer corners; there are lying silkworms underneath, and there is spirit when you smile. These are full and lively eyes, which match you very well. As for the lips..."

Feeling her finger sliding to the corner of her lips, Chu Xiwei finally couldn't help it: "Hurry up."

"Be patient, son of a bitch." Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, but bit his fingertips, wiped a red line on Chu Xiwei's lips, and then gently spread it from the inside out, "Your lips are a little thin, look Some are rigid and sharp, and this color is more suitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fusheng took off the celadon hairpin from his hair, and his head was covered with crow feathers flying down and spread out. You can only vaguely see the outline of half of the head of the Pearl Crane.

He leaned against the bed rail, folded his arms, and smiled slightly: "That's fine."

Chu Xiwei opened her eyes and saw a small round mirror.

The person in the mirror is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Fusheng looked at the dazed expression on that face, and explained: "The face is dyed vermilion, the body looks like a world of mortals; the eyebrows are cut and the ink is flying, the mind is moving; as for the lips..."

The unfinished words disappeared between the two lips, and the blood was licked clean by Chu Xiwei's tongue, and he gently held Ye Fusheng's lips, showing extreme tenderness and affection.

A stream of light flashed in Ye Fusheng's eyes very quickly, and the two of them fell back on the bed again in the entanglement. He used skillful strength to press Chu Xiwei under him as if unintentionally. The corners of Xiwei's eyebrows and eyelashes attracted his attention, and with her still inflexible right palm, she pulled away the clothes of the person below her, revealing a large piece of pale skin and well-proportioned chest and abdomen, and kissed all the way down the face and neck.

However, his left hand had already been placed behind Chu Xiwei's waist, and was tightly grasped by the wrist at the moment when he was about to slide down.

"!!!"

Ye Fusheng raised his head in astonishment, just in time to meet Chu Xiwei's eyes when he stood up and looked at him. The next moment he felt dizzy and plunged into the quilt, but his body was tightly pressed.

Chu Xiwei knelt down on both sides of his body, put one hand on his face, and pinched Ye Fusheng's restless left hand with the other, her hair fell down again, a few strands of blue hair concealed her thin red face, and her makeup was painted with blue and black His eyebrows lightly raised: "Master, do you still think I'm an eight-year-old child so you can fool me?"

"..." Ye Fusheng was stunned and then smiled. He opened his mouth and licked Chu Xiwei's fingertips on his lips, his brows sank slightly, "The good disciple is indeed promising and has grown up... "

The last three words were bitten hard, Chu Xi shook her hand slightly, and then immediately pulled away to avoid Ye Fusheng's left leg who didn't know when to bend it.

"If I don't give you some flair, it's really useless to be a master!"

Men have a competitive heart, when this kind of heart is placed on the bed, it brings a different kind of charm, the two of them coincidentally did not use their internal strength, and only relied on their moves to compete on the bed, Ye Fusheng was injured , Chu Xiwei only used his right hand not to take advantage of him, and for a while the fight became inextricable, rolling into big balls on the bed together with the entangled quilt.

After making a fuss for a while, Chu Xiwei managed to push Ye Fusheng under him again, when there was a sudden knock on the door, he paused, feeling unwilling, and said without turning his head, "If there is no urgent matter, you will be at your own risk!"

The subordinates outside the door shuddered inexplicably at the short eight characters, and bit the bullet and said: "Respect, Lord, the Lord of Jiuyao City has returned, and is, is waiting in the yard."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Ye Fusheng said in his heart, "God help me", and seized the opportunity to throw the person off the bed. Before Chu Xi lost his temper, he stood up with his waist supported, put on a crane cloak, and looked serious: " It's not good to be in the shadow of others, let's go out and have a look."

"..."

Chu Xiwei stared at him firmly, and after a while, she squeezed out a sentence: "I'll make a note, you wait."

Ye Fusheng laughed until he saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes: "Okay, the future will be long, and I will wait for my teacher."

After a while, the two went out of the room one after the other, Chu Xiwei looked at no one pleasing to the eye with a lawsuit on his forehead, but Ye Fusheng smiled triumphantly.

Isar, the lord of Jiuyao City, is over sixty years old, his slightly curly brown hair has turned white, his face is old because of the wind and sand, but his body is still strong and straight, his spirit is hale and hearty, and his momentum is calmer and more majestic than many guards in the yard. So much so that when he looked up, Chu Xiwei instinctively stood in front of Ye Fusheng.

Ye Fusheng patted him on the shoulder, and his gaze quickly swept across Isar's body. The hooded cloak on the Lord of the Nine Lights City was still covered with wind and sand, so it could be seen that he came here directly after rushing back to the city.

The right hand wearing the emerald ring stroked the golden token in the palm, stroked the nine heads of the snake statue one by one, and finally stopped on the female statue on the back. Isar's movements were very light, but his gaze towards them was as if it was outside the gate. The best eagle to hunt.

Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei frowned at the same time, their eyes didn't look like they were looking at strangers, but they seemed to be looking for something in them.

But Isar was disappointed.

"Ahhun..." He tightened his fingers and muttered something in a low voice.Chu Xiwei couldn't understand the foreign language, but Ye Fusheng was stunned at this moment.

Ahhun is the language of the Rongmo Kingdom, and it means "elder brother" in the Central Plains dialect.However, Ye Fusheng quickly recalled the information about the current royal family at the end of the Rong Dynasty in his mind. Even though he knew something ominous, he had never heard of any blood brothers of Isar, the lord of Jiuyao City.

Just as he was thinking about it, Isar spoke again, changed into fluent Central Plains dialect, and asked in a deep voice, "You... who are you from Mu Qingshang?"