Yanshan Exquisite Record

Peak 72 became more and more lively. Zhang Zhongqi even sent someone to build a Jiangxue Pavilion above Xiaoyao Valley as a wedding room. Although Yinshui Villa was completely overthrown, Wudang still did not dislike his willingness to let his disciple marry Lu Linlin. It became a good story for a while. Even if there is such an unpleasant episode in this story.

However, this unpleasant episode still hides in Wudang Xiaoyao Valley and refuses to go home. Some gift givers even gossip in front of Zhang Zhongkui, saying that the second son of Song Dynasty must be very dissatisfied with this marriage, and now he is still here. This place is nothing more than looking for an opportunity to attack Lu Linlin and become a flower picker.

Zhang Zhongkui never listened to gossip, his face turned green, but he didn't like to attack in person, but Pei Wunian was calm and calm, and he comforted everyone not to think too much, Song Xueqiao was just young and stubborn, and he would figure it out after a while.

And this naughty Second Young Master Song was lying on the big bed in the Longyan Pavilion in Xiaoyao Valley doing nothing, completely unaware that his reputation was worse.

"My aunt came to see you, and you're just trying to put face on me like this?" Sikong Yueyao slapped a kitchen knife on the chopping board with her waist in her waist. On the edge of the chopping board was a lump of suspicious dark red minced meat.

Song Xueqiao bared her teeth at her, and pointed to the white gauze on her face, "My dear junior sister, my face hurts."

Sikong Yueyao pointed at him with a kitchen knife, "Stop putting on a show, how can you still not get better after you've been in bed for so long!"

Song Xueqiao's illness became more and more lazier, and in the end she didn't even bother to get out of bed. Sikong Yueyao was fearless at first, but she could see how high-spirited this young master was before, and how despondent he was now. So as long as she came to the smoke pavilion when she was free, she would keep an eye on Song Xueqiao all the time, and even moved the kitchen into the hall.

Song Xueqiao had always doted on her, and now that she was half dead, she let her do whatever she wanted.

"Look if you don't believe me." Song Xueqiao untied her veil, revealing a corner. The wound hadn't healed yet, and there was a pale pink sword mark under the bandage.

Sikong Yueyao was furious when she saw the scar, and gritted her teeth, "Why did he hit such a heavy hand?"

"No, no, if he really hits hard, according to Yunshan's sword move, my head will already be in two halves." Song Xueqiao shook his head, "I covet his fiancée, he treats me like this, it's already showing mercy."

"That can't be..." Sikong Yueyao choked back the second half of the sentence. What kind of friendship did the two of them have with Pei Wunian? Being entangled with Pei Wunian, what qualifications does she have to be her sister-in-law?And let Pei Wunian hurt Song Xueqiao?Even hurt Song Xueqiao's reputation?

She knew that saying this would only add to Song Xueqiao's sadness, so she turned around and silently cut up the minced meat.

Song Xueqiao didn't know the little things in her heart at all, he was just thinking about Yi Fengyao, he stayed in Wudang for the past few days just to see what Yingu would do, but this elder sister of Emei didn't seem to attack Lu Linlin again, behaved well Send a congratulatory gift and go down the mountain.

Lu Zhanmu suffered a serious illness. After Lu Heng and Gu Wangting died, he stayed in Yinshui Villa. Out of family acquaintance, Song Yanting and several other aristocratic families stayed behind to help him rebuild the sect, so he didn't care about his return home. Press so hard again.

He was really bored after lying down for a few days, and Sikong Yueyao was chopping up more and more meat in front of him, the minced meat that was clearly chopped up was almost turned into a puddle of blood.

"Hey... that's enough, that's not Lu Linlin or your Senior Brother Pei." Song Xueqiao quickly reached out to stop him.

Sikong Yueyao raised her eyes and glared, she looked like she was about to cry again, and suddenly cursed, "Song Xueqiao, heartless, go die!"

Song Xueqiao couldn't figure it out, he had nothing to do with a tearful girl, like Zhen Yunzhu, he could just walk away, but this one in front of him was his own sister, neither advancing nor retreating, he could only rub the other side's head Luanmao, before he could say words of comfort, a head poked into the door.

Seeing the two people in the room, his head seemed to shrink suddenly, and he wanted to slip away.

Song Xueqiao was greatly surprised, "Brother Chunlin!"

The door creaked open, and Tong Chunlin's lovable face came in, holding a brocade box in his arms, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Brother Song, I... don't mean to offend, I... I heard that you were injured , this is..."

"I know, I know!" Song Xueqiao was overjoyed, he happened to wait for someone to relieve the embarrassment, how could he let it go easily.

Sure enough, Sikong Yueyao was arrogant. Seeing an outsider, she stopped her tears, stared at Tong Chunlin and said sarcastically, "Who am I? It turns out to be Yi Fengyao's junior, what? Come to see a good show again? Or come to pick someone up again?" life?"

Tong Chunlin looked blank, "I..."

"Is it a sword, a knife, or a hidden weapon in the box?" Sikong Yueyao stared at the brocade box in his arms, protected Song Xueqiao behind him, and snatched it away.

Song Xueqiao suddenly felt relieved that there was a girl in my family who had just grown up.

Tong Chunlin had no power to fight back, so he could only shout, "Miss Sikong, be gentle!"

The kitchen knife slashed at the brocade box, there was no hidden weapon as expected, just a wild ginseng that had been broken into two pieces.

"I..." Tong Chunlin was about to cry too, "All the money in my body is enough to buy one. Brother Song has saved my life, how could I harm him..."

Sikong Yueyao didn't know what they were doing in Luoyang, nor about the friendship between Song Xueqiao and Tong Chunlin, her face turned white and red, Song Xueqiao followed the boat and sent her to cook minced meat outside the house for Tong Chunlin to eat.

Seeing her going out with the chopping board, Tong Chunlin couldn't help shaking three times in the wind.

"You didn't go back with your senior sister?" Song Xueqiao wondered.

"There are a lot of things to deal with in the sect, and the senior sister has to go back, but the head of Zhang is very hospitable, so he left a few of us to attend the wedding banquet, but..." Tong Chunlin hesitated to speak, and suddenly held Song Xueqiao's hand sincerely, "I believe Song Xueqiao Brother, you are definitely not such a person, there must be some misunderstanding between you and Brother Pei."

"Misunderstanding?" Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, "There is no misunderstanding. It is nothing more than jealousy over a woman. If I lose, I lose. I am not as good as him in everything. I have nothing to fight for."

"It's better for you in Luoyang City, so why..." Tong Chunlin bit his lower lip, and looked at Song Xueqiao's half face covered with a white cloth, "But brother Pei must still take care of you, he has already postponed it on the grounds that Miss Lu wants to keep his filial piety." There is a wedding banquet, maybe... maybe..."

Song Xueqiao played with the fan sadly, "There is no room for change, his heart is not with me, and there is no point in forcing it."

Tong Chunlin cried and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Go home." Song Xueqiao shrugged his shoulders, "But Brother Yu still has one thing to ask."

Tong Chunlin nodded, still showing a very sincere look, "Brother Song, please tell me, I will try my best."

It was night, a dark figure passed through the steep rocks, and went straight up to the 72nd peak. Lu Linlin was placed in Xiyuan. In the small courtyard built in the style of Jiangnan, Wudang disciples in white robes stayed for several months. Standing there were two maids in white clothes, both of them looked solemn.

The black shadow hesitated for a moment, turned around and jumped onto the roof, and sneaked into the East Garden without a sound. It was no match for the mobilizing crowd from the West Garden. It was quiet and peaceful, and there was no one. Send bamboo to live.

There was no light in the room, and the black shadow stalked the cat, walked in through the window, touched the sandalwood bookshelf by the moonlight, and stretched out his hand in a familiar dark compartment.

Empty, nothing.

The black shadow was stunned, and someone behind him said calmly, "Don't look for it, there is no money there."

Song Xueqiao pulled off the mask and turned around without turning on the lamp. One eye was covered by white gauze, and only the other eye could barely see the scene in front of him. In plain white robes, he looked at him expressionlessly.

Pei Wunian's skin was always fair, and even in the middle of the night, he could still see the faint bruises under his eyes through the moonlight through the pane.

It was the first time they met after the alchemy room Song Xueqiao knocked himself into a one-eyed dragon that day.

Suddenly, some random thoughts flashed through Song Xueqiao's mind, and Song Xueqiao made a decisive decision, and flew onto the window sill, but his body was unsteady, and someone grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

Song Xueqiao staggered, was firmly held around the waist, and fell down on the chair. The hands holding him hesitated at first, but they suddenly exerted some strength, and he couldn't move.

Pei Wunian still had a calm voice, calm and tired, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and warm breath on the side of his neck, "Don't move, just stay like this for a while."

Song Xueqiao froze.

He suddenly understood what self-inflicted crimes are. He wanted to go down the mountain overnight, but the silver on his body had been spent at Ruyan's place, and he was embarrassed to go to the 72nd peak and talk to Zhang Zhongyu, and he was even more embarrassed to sell Longyan Pavilion. Zhenwan, after thinking for a long time, he can only come up with this bad plan.

When he came here when he was young, Linglong Villa was afraid that he would be contaminated with the smell of copper and cause a son's illness, so the monthly money given was limited, and the three of them lived in Longyan Pavilion. When he was short of money, he couldn't find a girl like Sikong Yueyao, so he could only go there with shame. Deceive Pei Wunian.

For example, the old sow at the foot of the mountain had dystocia and needed a doctor, a little girl sold herself to bury her father in Yingyang Street yesterday, and the master of Hongru Academy published several shocking books, and so on. When he was young, he was simple-minded, and although he was strict with him, he still responded to his requests, so he often put silver on the sandalwood stand in Qianzhuju for him to pick up.

It's just that Song Xueqiao is no longer the Song Xueqiao when he was young, and he hasn't done such shameful things for many years, but now he is caught.

The person on the shoulder hadn't moved for a long time, and seemed to be asleep. Song Xueqiao stretched out his hand and smoothed the long hair that was pouring down on one side of the person. Pei Wunian's eyes slowly opened, full of moonlight, bottomless, with no reason in his heart As soon as he moved, the old man Zhang didn't have a good level of naming, but his choice of characters was extremely accurate.

Song Xueqiao murmured, "Pei Jing, what do you think you and old man Zhang are planning to hide from me?"

But Pei Wunian didn't say anything, and reached out to caress the white cloth on his face, "You already knew what I meant, why do you want to play this?"

The author has something to say:

The comments were actually guessed right... Some things happened in the year of graduation. These things made me unable to concentrate on typing and socialize normally. I also apologize for being a dove for so long. My relatives and friends told me Someone found my Weibo or something. I was really touched, and I felt like (it turns out that this article is still read).In fact, this article has been written a long time ago. In the early years, the thinking and writing were really naive. I hope everyone will not dislike it. I will modify it and finish it silently. I should also give them an ending that they should have.....( bows sorry)