[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Although Zhong Yanqiu often uttered harsh words in his heart because several apprentices slandered him for his little bun figure, but when Bao Zheng really knelt down in front of him and asked him to marry the apprentice who had worked so hard to raise him , He just took the man outside and beat him up, and he agreed to the matter with a lot of thunder and a little rain.

"Speaking of which, he didn't ask about King Xiangyang." Zhong Yanqiu said while taking off his dusty coat.

"Probably guessed it, he has always been very smart." Su Mengzhen sat leisurely on the soft couch and watched Zhong Yanqiu change his robe. In some respects, Zhong Yanqiu has a dull and incomprehensible style that people like to hear , For example, now he is completely unaware of the problem of changing his outer robe in front of others. In theory, as long as he doesn't take off his clothes and change his clothes, he doesn't mind that there is someone standing beside him.

The indigo robe is spacious, but the snow-green gown inside is made for a slim fit, which perfectly sets off the flexible and powerful waist, slender and straight legs, and the long hair behind the collar is tied up, revealing a section of lustrous white.

"You changed it so casually, it's rare for the King of Xiangyang not to notice it." Zhong Yanqiu leaned over and took a robe and put it on. The soft fabric drapes very well, and the white cranes embroidered on the corners of the clothes are layered and ready to fly. , the inconspicuous gold thread travels between the auspicious cloud patterns, with a little phosphorescence when walking.

Wearing a robe, it made him look thinner and straighter, like a stick of bamboo.

"As long as the material is the same, no one can tell if it is burned with fire." Su Mengzhen said, "Besides, the King of Xiangyang has long hoped that someone can destroy that evidence."

The meaning of being destroyed by oneself is completely different from that of being destroyed by others. The King of Xiangyang has always cherished his life. Even if he put out the idea of ​​cooperating with Daliao Xixia, he did not dare to move the signed document easily, for fear of annoying Daliao Xixia and causing death. disaster.

Zhong Yanqiu took away the real document from the Sky Tower, and Su Mengzhen prepared a fake document. The box was exactly the same, and the lock was exactly the same. There were a few pieces of paper with unknown contents inside. It is also the same as the document.

He didn't know the content of the document, but he didn't need to know, as long as a fire burned the tower, the Linglong lock on the box was touched and the documents inside were destroyed, and the box and lock were also burned badly by the fire. All that was left was a broken box with burnt confetti inside.

They also deliberately identified the identity of a family who had a grudge against King Xiangyang. No matter how he checked, it turned out that the survivors who were persecuted by him so many years ago that their families were ruined came back to cause trouble for him. The purpose of setting the fire was to divert the tiger away from the mountain. study.

"It is estimated that King Xiangyang is doomed this time." Zhong Yanqiu narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something.

"I remember that the Song Dynasty did not kill the clan." Su Mengzhen said, "And in order to show benevolence, people must be well protected so that they are not accidentally killed by the enemy."

"But if someone in the guard has a grudge against him, that's not necessarily the case." Zhong Yanqiu said, "Some people can always make some grudges that shouldn't be made."

"Self-inflicted, you can't live." Su Mengzhen sighed quietly, raised the wine glass in her hand, "Do you want it?"

"I don't drink." Zhong Yanqiu sat on the soft couch, but didn't reach out his hand.

In the past, the table on the soft couch was filled with tea and pastries, but today there are several small dishes and several jugs of fine wine.

Zhong Yanqiu is not good at drinking, but he is good at brewing wine, just by the crisp sound of the wine sloshing in the jug, he knows it must be good wine, with a sweet and mellow taste and a tangy aroma.

"I don't want to drink?" Su Mengzhen poured two glasses of wine, put one in front of herself and the other in front of Zhong Yanqiu, and picked up the peanuts on the plate with chopsticks.

"I won't be able to control my mouth if I drink." Zhong Yanqiu pushed the wine glass a little farther away. He is not good at drinking, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like drinking. Otherwise, how did he get his wine-making skills? But he learned restraint a long time ago, and sometimes what he likes may not be suitable for him.

"There are only you and me here." Su Mengzhen leaned against the desk. He used to sit in an extremely upright posture, but maybe he got used to being light and light when he was a ghost. Now he is comfortable when he is sitting and lying down. .

"The only way to relieve worries is Du Kang." He shook his glass, raised his head and poured the wine into his stomach, his cheeks flushed slightly, "I don't remember when I'm drunk. What did you say? Only heaven knows, earth knows, you know...I don't know."

The wine he picked is very fragrant, especially after it has been warmed, the aroma wafts out with the green smoke from the copper stove on the table. The peach blossoms and crimson colors of the whole spring are in full bloom.

The color of the wine is clear, and the inside of the white porcelain cup is painted with a touch of freehand red. With a slight shake, it looks like a red carp writhing in the wine, dexterous and light.

Just looking at it made me a little drunk.

"The pear blossoms are just in the right year. I have to run several times before they are willing to sell them." Su Mengzhen seemed to be a little drunk, half-closed her eyes and laughed softly, "If you don't drink, I will drink it." Drank it all."

Zhong Yanqiu looked at the wine in the glass for a while, then slowly picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. He drank very cautiously, taking a small sip, and the mellow, soft and long aftertaste flashed on the tip of his tongue. Passed away, rolled down to the throat, and then turned into a hot stream rolling down, making people hot from the inside out.

It's not as intense as burning a knife so that people can sweat profusely, but it's warm and hot, and it feels like drinking a bowl of hot soup slowly. It's as warm as staying in the sunshine in autumn. The tiredness and chill came out from the cracks in the bones, and the whole person was so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.

It's been a long time since Zhong Yanqiu had a drink, but a single sip would not make him drunk. The mellow aroma of the wine seduced the alcohol bug in his stomach, and he couldn't help but take a sip, and then another sip, his light pink lips She poked out the bright red tip of her tongue and lightly dipped it in the clear wine. She still had that expression of abstinence and no mood swings, but Su Mengzhen could keenly detect a wave of satisfaction.

Before he knew it, Zhong Yanqiu sipped his first cup. He blinked at the bottom of the empty cup, and didn't know how to react, so he subconsciously let out a disappointed sigh.

"Do you want more?" Su Mengzhen shook the wine pot in his hand, and filled the wine glass for Zhong Yanqiu before Zhong Yanqiu could answer. Grape wine, served in glass wine vessels is like blood.

Uh... I can't drink anymore, if I drink any more, I'm really going to get drunk.Zhong Yanqiu was clearly aware of this problem in his mind, but his body was too slow to react, and he mechanically sipped the wine in the glass.

The wine is all good wine, no matter if it is pear blossom white, bamboo leaf green, burning knife from Mobei, wine from the Western Regions, he will drink whatever Su Mengzhen pours for him.

Drinking wine mixed with everything makes it easier to get drunk. Zhong Yanqiu sat very still, the hand holding the glass didn't move at all, and even the wine in the glass didn't sway at all, but one look into his eyes, you can tell that he is definitely is drunk.

The pure black eyes are a dark color without any focus. It is usually said that they are black eyes, but they are actually more dark ocher, but Zhong Yanqiu is actually black without any water, any light cast into those eyes , will be swallowed in an instant, and being stared at by those eyes will involuntarily produce fear, as if being stared at again will sink in and cannot get out.

When he gets too drunk, Zhong Yanqiu's "switch" will be completely out of control, and his "will" will be suppressed by his "instinct".

He looked at Su Mengzhen, the only other living thing in this room was Su Mengzhen, Su Mengzhen also looked at him, looking at those eyes, he felt as if he was locked in a dark room Among them, nothing can be heard, nothing can be seen, only a darkness, like an eternal darkness.

The darkness will bring the instinctive fear of human beings, which cannot be controlled. Even Su Mengzhen is no exception. His hair is standing on end now, and the instinct of his body tells him to run away, to stay away from here, and to tell him that it is dangerous.

But the reason why Su Mengzhen is Su Mengzhen is that he can face his fear calmly, and even let reason suppress instinct.

"Why don't you run?" Zhong Yanqiu "looked" at Su Mengzhen, his eyes were not focused, and at this moment he looked more blind than any blind man in the world.

Because Zhong Yanqiu would not hurt others casually, Su Mengzhen thought.

"Because I won't hurt others casually?" Zhong Yanqiu repeated his thoughts, "looking" at him directly, "You are very strange."

He stretched out his hand to grab Su Mengzhen's skirt, and pulled him forcefully in front of him.

Zhong Yanqiu exerted great strength, and Su Mengzhen felt his ribs hit the table firmly, and made a dull "dong" sound, spreading fine pain.

The cups and plates on the table jingled a few times, and a cup rolled off the table and fell to the ground.

Su Mengzhen frowned, and turned her head to look at the cup on the ground. Just as her head turned away, Zhong Yanqiu pinched her chin and twisted it back.

"Look at me." Zhong Yanqiu said, his voice was erratic and soft, it was soaked in wine and made it a little hoarse, like a spider's thread hanging down thinly, and it disappeared without a trace when the wind blew.

"Look at me." His hands were very cold. Even though he drank so much wine, his body still hadn't warmed up. The hand that clamped his chin relaxed, and then he groped down, across his neck, and stayed on his chest, between the palms. Underneath is Su Mengzhen's heart, which is quietly silent, without any movement.

Only then can one realize that the person is dead, detached from the short, fireworks-like human life.

Is it good or bad?

An overly long life will eventually turn into suffering. People around you will leave one by one, walking on a narrow road that is constantly collapsing behind you, unable to turn back, and dare not look back. Overly heavy memories will eventually become A shadow that is enough to swallow people.

But now, I will still be grateful for the extra life.

Zhong Yanqiu rubbed his fingers and palms together, and then spread them out, hanging in the air over Su Mengzhen's heart. The person was dead, but there was still warm "Qi" stirring and surging in the heart.

His eyes seemed to be looking in an unknown direction through Su Mengzhen.

The thin, bloodless lips slightly raised a shallow arc.

"Ah."

He laughed, his voice hoarse and soft, like the love language in a lover's ear.

"Here." He tapped Su Mengzhen's heart, "There is a person."

"You are in love... fleeting, but also sincere, loving someone."