[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Jiang Yan has been to Chang'an several times. Even after years and several wars, the Lantern Market is still the place of hope that can reflect the prosperity of the prosperous age and allow unrestrained carnival. Almost knows everything well, and can buy good things every time I stop.

Even though Mu Chenfeng was looking forward to this kind of scene when he was a child, it would still be unnatural to walk around the sky street lying on people like this, especially when holding the masks and sugar figures that children like.Fortunately, the moonlight was dim and the lights were scattered, and no one could recognize anyone here. Behind the white mist exhaled was another lively and peaceful world, which made him feel so beautiful just looking at it.

Jiang Yan felt that his expression was relaxed and he buried his head in silence, so he couldn't help but turned his head and asked, "What's the matter? Are you tired from shopping?"

"No." The person carrying the person was worried for him, Mu Chenfeng replied softly helplessly, leaned on his shoulder and shook his head, raised the burnt firework stick to the tip of his nose and shook it, "Can you Take a break."

"That's right, let's find a place to stay." Although Jiang Yan spoke, he didn't let him go, so he carried him on his back to avoid the turbulent crowd, and walked all the way back to the original alley along the bank of the Qujiang River.

The restaurant guest house is the best place to see the scenery. If you turn around and look around, you can have a panoramic view of the places you just wandered around, but the originally deserted narrow alleys have long been overcrowded. The hydrophilic platform with the large fireworks seats is even more crowded.

Jiang Yan put him down against the wall with some regrets, and casually grabbed his wrist and brought him to him: "There are so many people, don't get lost." As he spoke, he naturally wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

The louder the laughter on the shore, there were many whispers among them, Mu Chenfeng leaned against Jiang Yanyu's warm chest, waited for a long time but didn't see him speak, and said: "There are so many people, will there be a sneak attack?"

"Sneak attack?" Jiang Yan replied with a smile, "The later assassins all retreated after hearing the news, and there are no reinforcements."

Mu Chenfeng only saw some disdain in his deep eyes, and couldn't help asking: "How did you know?"

"The ghost in the Soul Market said it." Jiang Yan answered very smoothly, and added, "If I knew I wouldn't let people clean up those Dongying people, it would be a lot less fun."

Mu Chenfeng paused, sighed silently, rubbed his cheeks with drooping hair against his warm neck, and then whispered to him: "Jiang Yan, since they are going back to the country, they might get together first. When you get together, be careful."

"It's true, counting the account of the spirit gathering ball, the people involved will be in trouble. After the New Year's Eve, I'm afraid Tang Ting will submit a few more memorials without wind and waves." Jiang Yan said lightly, as if this No matter how serious the matter was, it could be easily resolved and it was not worth mentioning. On the contrary, he carefully smoothed out his wrinkled cloak and fastened it again, and said slowly, "It's windy at night."

Mu Chenfeng raised his head, and saw him standing facing him with a calm and gentle expression. The hanging lamp hung high and dyed his hair red like a flower, and the hustle and bustle of the other world was blocked by him. behind the silver line on his shoulders.

People laughed and squeezed together, bursting into cheers, the lotus lamp holder that had been prepared for a long time was lit, the emerald blue beam of light rose into the sky and exploded into blossoming fireworks, and turned into peony-colored rain stars, illuminating the night like day .

Jiang Yan looked at him with a smile, brushed away the drooping hair on his forehead, lowered his head and kissed his slightly cool lips, while Mu Chenfeng turned his head up to deepen his tentative kiss, and the next moment, their lips and teeth were entangled and kissed deeply.

The jubilant sea of ​​people was close at hand, thousands of flowers drooped their eyelashes, they penetrated into the cloak and wrapped it around his waist, and then pushed him against the wall, kissing him so deeply that he forgot to breathe and move.

The arms around the waist tightened more and more, the palms caressed the waist, causing people to tremble just right, Mu Chenfeng could no longer hear the sound, licking and entwining with the tip of his tongue soon became dazed, and he was teased The fire named desire devoured the coldness of Ye Lu bit by bit, only burning people unbearably.

"Chenfeng..." Jiang Yan called him in a low voice, the long kiss had already hurt his muscles and bones, so he backed away with some distress, and whispered in a more bewitching tone beside his earlobe that was about to burn , "Chenfeng, the pavilion is very good for viewing, do you want to go?"

The black cloak he stretched out covered the slightly messy clothes of the two people who were close to each other. Mu Chenfeng looked at his starry eyes for a moment, and when he turned his face to the side, he could see the people blocking the way in the bright fireworks. There is a balcony extending from the pavilion above, and I can't help nodding slightly: "Yeah."

This place was originally a dark alley under the residence, and the staggered lights and shadows gave off a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere. Mu Chenfeng's cold and jade-like face was not at all vulgar, and the thin blush at the end of his eyes was as hot as rouge. A flickering nod of a lamp can destroy any sanity.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but kissed him again, holding the other person's waist and pulling his feet off the ground.

Mu Chenfeng no longer knew how he found the way back to the room in the dark alley, nor did he know what he looked like, and whether the gatekeeper looked strange. He could only hear the sound of clinking glasses and laughing in the nearby pavilion. After recovering, I have arrived at the familiar terrace.

And Jiang Yan hugged him, pushed open the partition of the storage, and put him on the brocade-covered case amidst the jingle of the bead curtain.

The night wind that poured in was cold, and the charcoal fire in the room was just warming up. Wanhua held his face and invited him to bend down and kiss him, and leaned up to his ear amidst the dazzling fireworks: "Mu Daochang became attached to me today. It should be gentler."

Mu Chenfeng turned his head and kissed his cheeks that were starting to heat up again, bent his body into an elegant arc and kissed him again, then the self-defense weapon was put down, the wrapping cloak was torn off, and the clavicle shoulders with red marks Thread protrudes from the slit neckline.

【Kidney deficiency, pull the lamp, make up later】

Mu Chenfeng woke up again and I don't know how many hours later, his whole body was sore and weak as if he had suffered from an illness, but the smooth feeling in his muscles and bones was extremely pleasant, his body was so clean that he had changed his clothes a long time ago, nestled in the soft There is warmth under the quilt.

He lay there with his eyes closed for a long time again, until Jiang Yan put the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, and scraped his brow bone with his cold thumb, he had no choice but to open his eyes. Consciously bent the corner of his mouth: "I don't want to wake up yet."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan smiled and leaned over to plant a cool kiss on his temples, saying: "The food is getting cold." He took the bowl and lifted the lid.

It is said to be meals, but it is actually delicate pastries and a small amount of appetizers, which are served in bowls and stacked on trays. When the lid is lifted, it will show a pleasant appearance of red, green and green.

The overflowing tempting aroma tantalized people's appetite, and the rising hot mist captivated the eyes. Mu Chenfeng sat up after all with a sigh, took over his outer clothes, put them on and washed them clean, and went to the table to eat whatever he wanted.

It's not that he really doesn't want to get up, it's just that when the lights are gone, he doesn't know if he will wake up from such a beautiful dream. Even if the bamboo flute is broken and Jiang Yan will no longer play the sad song, who will he face when the city gate opens? It's not going to get any better.

He was afraid. He had never been afraid of blood and death, but he was afraid that this would be a flash in the pan. He looked so ridiculous and helpless.

Mu Chenfeng moved a few chopsticks in depression, only to feel that the food was soft, sweet or delicious, and the hunger that was soothed was gone forever.

The window is still half-lit, but the lights are dim, the lights are about to fall, the noise is not like in the past, and the weather is still cold.

Jiang Yan restarted the stove, urged him to get dressed, and sat on the porch together to watch the increasingly sparse flow of people.

"Chen Feng, where do you think we should go?" Wan Hua asked suddenly, looking at the fan lights on the other side.

"The relatively safe place is naturally the Valley of the Evil." Mu Chenfeng looked at him and said.

"What Chen Feng said is very true, as long as Xiao Fan doesn't fight me to the death, you and I are safe." Jiang Yan said but still shook his head, "But most of the villains walk alone, even those few familiar city lords, with me It’s just to use each other, it’s definitely not suitable for you. For example, the shopkeeper of the evil hostage warehouse a few days ago, what do you think?”

Seeing his interest in asking, Mu Chenfeng could only shake his head.

"He is already my 'old' brother when I came to the wicked earlier, otherwise how could it be so easy?" Jiang Yan looked at him with a half-smile, looking straight into his twinkling eyes, "It's surprising? Attitude towards treatment, in the Haoqi League, it is probably a bad thing, but it is normal for the wicked. There are many people with bad reputations in the valley, who behave presumptuously and perversely. It is precisely because of this that mutual assistance does not need to care about friendship, dignity, and for the sake of fellow One purpose is to spend money and effort. Daoist Mu, you are a chivalrous man who abides by the rules, but if you go to the Valley of the Wicked, you will be eaten alive."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, causing Mu Chenfeng to swallow his words. After a long silence, he said again: "Jiang Yan, I am not afraid of others seeking revenge, but your current situation like..."

In the middle of his speech, Wan Hua put her finger on his lips, smiled and shook her head: "I know, but the place where they devour each other at the slightest disagreement is not suitable for 'Zi Chen Jian'."

Mu Chenfeng frowned slightly, raised his hand and brushed his fingers away, and said displeasedly: "This is just a nickname given by others. I never want, don't want, and shouldn't have such a name. Anyone can call me. It's just a code name for me. But Jiang Yan, you can't, you can't call me that."

In my impression, Mu Chenfeng was always as cold and clear as ice and snow. Even though he was getting more and more excited at the moment, he never showed any sonorous and passionate performance, but Jiang Yan was really stunned when he saw such a bright-eyed Taoist priest, and raised his hand to caress him. He looked at him with a slightly urgent expression on his fair chin, and dared not say anything: "Chen Feng, this is the first time I've seen you so eager to defend yourself." He leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice , and said, "Except for the joy of bed."

"Jiang Yan?!" Mu Chenfeng was suddenly annoyed, pressed the clothes on his shoulders, and said with a slightly embarrassed face, "I'm not messing around here."

"I know." Jiang Yan simply dragged him into his arms, kissed his curly hair, and said with a smile, "It's good for you like this, if you are happy or unhappy, you should be happy like this Say it quickly. This is very good, Chen Feng."

Mu Chenfeng was hugged vigorously by him and couldn't move, but when he heard the words, he immediately calmed down, and stuck his shaved hair that had been dyed with smoke on his head, unable to speak for a long time.

I have waited too long for this embrace, this place where I can cry wantonly and talk about my likes and dislikes lightly, this person who is tolerant and accepting and will not let him go, this time of being loved by him, I have waited for too long, too long .

"Chen Feng." Jiang Yan hugged him, his eyes passed through the drowsy Xijing lantern scene in the dark night, and finally fell on the distant mountains like a daisy sky,

"I'll take you back to Qingyan to see my master."

The author has something to say: The more bleak and painful the wartime or after the war, the more happy the New Year and the holidays are. This is the courage of people who yearn for beauty, and it shows the determination not to succumb to cruelty. Contempt for aggression, when London was bombed by air during World War II, people still took to the streets to dance ballroom dancing~

The Taoist leader was once bound to be a puppet who obeys orders and walks the "righteous way", but now he is finally redeemed by Brother Hua into a person who can cry, laugh and express dissatisfaction

Jiang Yan's self-depravity should have been corrupted, but he was accidentally redeemed

The sugar chapter is over, wake up those who are tired of their honey, let's continue the plot