please respect yourself

The two broken blades that come back from the circle, after the mechanical brackets are matched, it is a straight Tang knife.

Cheng Zangzhi landed with the Tang knife, but his figure was erratic, like a ghost in the world, no one can catch his shadow.

The assassin with a dark figure had a gust of wind in front of him, full of murderous aura, and his heart trembled.Immediately wanted to retreat, but suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge.

Frost light hit, a trace of blood, the assassin immediately stroked his cheek with palpitations.It was already a deep scar, drawn by the slanted edge of Tang Dao.If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been chopped off in half!

The assassin looked at the young man in red who was a few steps away, and felt that the other party was a ball of evil fire.

"who are you?"

Cheng Zangzhi asked a question that Yan Suiyuan was also curious about.

The assassin had originally planned to kill Cheng Zangzhi on the spur of the moment, knowing how terrifying Cheng Zangzhi was, he didn't dare to linger.

Immediately summoned the other assassins who were besieged and evacuated with all their strength.

Cheng Zangzhi saw that Yan Suiyuan's palms were scarlet, he would not let this group of people go so easily.Immediately catch up with a knife, but saw one of the assassins thrown out.

Then there was a mist, a pungent and choking sulfur-sulfur-thing smell.

Cheng Zangzhi covered his nose with his cuff, and immediately stepped back from Yan Suiyuan's side, covering his mouth and nose with his hand.

"It's not poison." Yan Sui moved his moist lips slightly in Cheng Zangzhi's palm, "It's just smoke."

Cheng Zangzhi's palm was soft, and even the heart lake was rippling softly.He returned the Tang Dao to its original position, held Yan Suiyuan's injured hand in his hands, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Your palm is injured, why are you still holding an assassin?"

"...It's okay." Yan Suiyuan withdrew his palm and opened it, and there was a hollow ball.

Cheng Zangzhi said: "Is this a smoked pouch?" A kind of smoked pouch engraved with silver or gold is popular among nobles.

Yan Suiyuan shook his head, and split the hollowed out ball into two halves, with a piece of dry and thin paper wrapped into a ball in between.The originally flawless white paper was already stained red with blood.After opening the white paper, there are some yellow powder and particles inside.

After a closer look, Yan Suiyuan said, "Fire-powder."

Cheng Zangzhi's expression changed drastically, he squinted at Huangfen, and said, "Can it be fried without lighting?"

Yan Suiyuan shook his head, "There are so many exquisite things in the world, if I hadn't held them with bare hands just now, maybe they would explode, maybe they wouldn't."

"This is easy to do."

Cheng Zangzhi took the objects, rolled the paper into a ball, and threw it Zhang Yuan away, where it landed on a fairly thick garden tree.There was an earthquake and thunder, and the trees fell and their branches were broken.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Zangzhi's gaze deepened a little.He said: "If you hadn't been willing to catch this thing, I'm afraid that you and I will die today in the same year, the same month, and the same day." His tone changed, "What a pity."

"..." Yan Sui wished to goug out his eyes. He thought it was just a smaller meteor hammer, but he didn't expect it to be a big killer.He said: "If Mr. Cheng wants to die, he must die alone. I will live a long life."

Cheng Zangzhi laughed out loud, "Sui Yuan, why don't you just say that you don't want me to die and wish me a long life?"

"..." Yan Suiyuan was silent for a while, and then said: "If Mr. Cheng's good show ends, I will stop bothering you."

Cheng Zang was dumb, and immediately stopped in the direction of the front door, saying: "The injury on your hand hasn't been healed yet..." Mentioning this, he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, Yan Suiyuan saw blood when he first came to his house , how angry.He continued: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, at least you have to deal with the wound."

Yan Suiyuan pressed the broken marks on his palm with his fingertips, his brows were as plump and handsome as before, and his words were plain: "It's okay, it's not serious."

Seeing that he was determined to leave, Cheng Zangzhi frowned, and was speechless for a while.

At this time, Zhao Jue led two people.Two guards escorted one person, Zhao Jue said: "My lord, it was Zhang Gao who was thrown out by that group."

"Who?!" Cheng Zangzhi couldn't believe it for a while.

Yan Suiyuan frowned slightly, and asked, "Is it really Zhang Gao?"

Zhao Jue has also heard that Zhang Gao, the general of the Zhonglang, scolded Yan Shangshu a few days ago at the court meeting.He immediately nodded in confirmation, and then said: "Bring people up!"

In the bright room, it really was Zhang Gao's rough and grassy face.People are thrown out temporarily, so it is described as a mess.

Cheng Zangzhi waved his hand, and said, "Zhao Jue takes him down and has a good trial."

"Wait," Yan Suiyuan waved his arms to stop Zhao Jue, looked directly at Cheng Zangzhi, and said, "It's better to send him to Dali Temple or the Ministry of Punishment."

Cheng Zangzhi's expression faded, he looked at Yan Suiyuan for a long time, and then said: "Zhao Jue, just do as Yan Shangshu said." He didn't want to make Yan Suiyuan unhappy today.

"Young master?" Zhao Jue frowned, obviously unwilling, and said bluntly: "Yan Shangshu, this is the assassin who came to assassinate our young master, and he was taken down by us, since I will go through the trial first!"

Yan Sui would not turn his head to look at Zhao Jue's burning eyes, but said coldly: "I am in charge of the affairs of the world's punishment and prison, how can I allow others to carry out the execution without permission." His tone was firm and unquestionable.

Helpless, Zhao Jue could only watch the young master's reaction.Cheng Zang's eyes lowered slightly, his expression was as quiet as the moon, and he said: "Zhao Jue, you personally escort him to the Ministry of Punishment." Today is special, he doesn't want to make Yan Suiyuan unhappy.

Zhao Jue wanted to speak out to refute, but finally under the gaze of Young Master Feng, he succumbed and escorted Zhang Gao away.

Yan Suiyuan always watched Zhao Jue and others leave, but never looked at Cheng Zangzhi's face.Even if you don't look at it, you can think of it.It must be extremely lonely and disappointed, extremely sad.

However, there are some things that are destined not to be compromised.

"If Yan Shangshu is satisfied, can you watch something with me?" Cheng Zangzhi's tone was unusually calm, as if he had never experienced what happened just now.

Yan Suiyuan responded to the sound and looked around. The young man with the moonlight, snow color, lamp brilliance, and night light against the lighting was smiling and full of cheeks, and he was completely harmless.For a moment, Yan Suiyuan almost looked at his smiling face and asked, "Aren't you sad?" However, it was as if he never mentioned why he released the son of a rebellious minister privately.

There is no need to speak to Cheng Zangzhi, nor is it necessary to ask him to speak.

"I don't know what Mr. Cheng wants to see?" Yan Suiyuan's expression and voice are also like floating dust, so light that no one can feel any emotion.

Cheng Zangzhi suppressed the dark tide in his eyes, and just said with a smile: "Look at a tree."

The Chengmen courtyard is very spacious, and the tree that Cheng Zangzhi wants to show Yan Suiyuan is in the fifth courtyard.

In the whole courtyard, only this fig tree was planted.In the winter of Baimang, the branches and trees are covered with snow, and the forest is covered with frost.

There is a custom of decorating money trees during the Daning Dynasty, but the fig tree in Chengmenli is decorated as a tree of all kinds of fruits.The branches are full of fragrant fruits, and all the fruits that can be found in this dynasty are collected and hung.Hanging in the center are longan and lychee that Zhao Jue has urged for several months.

Cheng Zangzhi, the owner of the Baiguo Tree, stood in front of the tree, stretched out his hand to break a lychee, and said, "The area around Hexi is always windy and sandy, and it is not easy to plant fruit trees. At that time, I thought it was a very happy thing to have a fruit to eat. Come here After Qingjing, you can taste any fruit, but the taste is not good."

Yan Suiyuan stood quietly, listening to what Cheng Zang said.There is a little bit of floating in my heart, marching and fighting are always difficult and difficult, as long as the food is edible, it doesn't matter if it is delicious or dry grass.

Cheng Zangzhi was still saying: "So, the fruit I saved from this tree is more cherished than anyone in Qingjing offering." He turned to look at Yan Suiyuan, not the fruit of that tree, " My most precious, give to Yan Shangshu."

"..." Although Yan Suiyuan was speechless, he couldn't help laughing, his laughter was extraordinarily light, it was just a simple smile.

Cheng Zangzhi was overwhelmed by the laughter, and immediately said, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Suiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Master Cheng, I don't like sweets. I also don't like fruits. Therefore, I'm afraid I will disappoint Lord Cheng's kindness this time."

"..." Cheng Zangzhi's heart was blocked, his brows drooped, and he said with a bitter face, "Oh, Yan Shangshu doesn't like a prudent and reserved person like me, and Lord Yan doesn't like Kazuki's delicious fresh fruits either..."

Hearing this, Yan Suiyuan's heart was more blocked than Cheng Zangzhi's.Steady and reserved...?Cheng Zangzhi's misunderstanding of himself was even more off track than he imagined.Thinking of this, Yan Sui was willing to press his elbow that was about to move.I have seen blood and corpses on New Year's Eve.

In this room, Cheng Zangzhi was searching up and down again, to comfort him, "Then what does Yan Shangshu like?" If he has it, he will naturally give it away, if he has no one else, then he will destroy it as soon as possible.

During the years when Yan Sui was willing to return to Beijing, he devoted himself to investigating cases and digging graves with corrupt officials.All civil and military officials can see that Yan Suiyuan doesn't like incompetent and corrupt people, insidious and cunning villains, and hypocrites with false names...he doesn't like the shrinking behavior of all courtiers.The only thing I don't know is, I don't know what kind of person Yan Sui would like.

Most of the time, Cheng Zangzhi was thinking about who was better at hiding his heart compared with Yan Suiyuan.Cheng Zangzhi, who has always been confident and conceited, is suddenly afraid of losing to Yan Suiyuan.

"Since Mr. Cheng asked," Yan Suiyuan Shi Shiran said in a desolate manner, "I have also told you bluntly, and I only have one thing in my heart-laws and criminal laws."

"Students of the Yan family, year-round wishes, only "Da Ning Lu Shu" in their hearts."

Words are so important, one word is the Great Wall, true gold cannot be plated.This is his mind.

After getting such an answer, it is funny to say that Tibet is removed, but it is not a bit hurtful.Sorrows and joys were mixed, but Cheng Zangzhi still had doubts in his heart, he asked: "After tonight, Yan Shangshu, you will be in your twenties, is it true that you plan to be lonely for the rest of your life?"

Yan Suiyuan was slightly taken aback, did he know his birthday or simply counted his age?Then he smiled lightly, "I am a meager person, so I don't need to worry about it."

Cheng Zangzhi's cheeks shining brightly from the snow were as beautiful as fat jade, and when his smile bloomed, it was even brighter than Ling Hanzhi's plum blossom.He said: "Yan Shangshu, why should I bother?"

The tone was already full of provocation, and the smell of gunpowder became rich at the right time.

Yan Sui would not be annoyed or angry at this provocation, but just smiled and said: "Cheng Jiedu makes a Tang saber very well. It is also not an easy-to-deceive weapon.”

"Oh? Really?" Cheng Zangzhi didn't care.

"Since Cheng Jiedushi doesn't believe it, he will be offended."

When he was slightly puzzled, Cheng Zangzhi saw a ray of snow shadow approaching.Pulling up his robe, he turned around and volleyed in the air, falling a foot away, Cheng Zangzhi managed to avoid that sharp edge.

"Yan Shangshu is really willing to teach you!"

"To tell you the truth from Cheng Jiedushi, I have wanted to discuss with Cheng Jiedushi for a long time."

"..." Cheng Zangzhi showed his bright teeth with a smile, and a sense of joy appeared on his handsome and extraordinary face, "I think Master Yan has long wanted to slap me!"

Yan Sui would like to tie up his wide and long sleeves, dressed in purple clothes, with a dashing and elegant appearance.The Wuyan sword was placed on the back of his right shoulder, his long eyebrows were as sharp as splashing Baotu spring water, and he said with a clear and crisp voice: "Cheng Jiedushi, what's the matter. It's not like I want to smoke early, but I often feel itchy."

"..." Cheng Zangzhi lowered his face, smiled lowly for a while, and said, "That's really my honor."

The author has something to say:

I forgot to specify again...

Gong Shou is the same age, but Cheng Jiedushi was born on the [-]th day of the eighth lunar month (so the day when Yan Shangshu sent the nameplate was not picked randomly...)

Yan Shangshu was born before [-] o'clock on New Year's Eve, so Gong said that he kept the year and gave fruit (although it is a bit soiled...) but the fruit of the fig tree is still very...meaningful(?)

In short... the writer is a scumbag who likes to bury some foreshadowing and doesn't like to point it out. Forgive me

(ps: After all, my mother is a boring person... My mother likes to say nothing but does everything... So the sons are a bit genetic——

The slow pace of the article is very slow, and the writer did not explain clearly, the writer is scumbag (╥_╥)すみませんごめんなさい, please change the language and apologize...)

Then, as a warning, there may be such unknown pits...