Forced Vest [Rebirth]

The three thousand ways conceive the three thousand worlds, and all living beings in the three thousand worlds have evolved thousands of ways.

Sometimes, people in the Dao will forget that they are also one of the Dao, and they will have all kinds of fortunes because of accidentally catching a glimpse of the true face of the Dao.

It's just that the person who entered the Tao at this time has not yet realized what kind of Tao he has chosen.

In the capital city of Cao State, there are many teahouses and restaurants, people come and go, and there is a lot of traffic, which is a prosperous scene.

In front of a tavern, there was a big tree of unknown age, on which a person could be vaguely seen, the branches and leaves covered the figure of the person, only a piece of snow-white clothes embroidered with red cloud patterns could be seen.

Pieces of peach blossoms flew from nowhere and landed on the red cloud patterns.

"It's the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom again. It seems that my time to go down the mountain is just right. This peach blossom drunk is really delicious, good wine!"

A slender hand stretched out, casually brushing the peach blossoms from the corner of the clothes, and then, that hand lowered leisurely, holding a wine jar in it.

Suddenly, exclamations came one after another, and the man stopped the hand holding the wine, wondering: "What's the matter? Is there a business coming?"

Soon, pedestrians fleeing in the distance exclaimed sharply to explain his confusion: "Come here, this horse is frightened, stop this crazy horse!"

"Help someone, there is someone in the car, hurry up and save someone!"

A carriage came galloping from a distance, and the horses pulling the carriage deviated from the official road in fright, and ran on a rampage all the way. When they arrived under the big tree at the entrance of the wine shop, the ruts were overwhelmed and broke, the wheels rolled to one side, and the carriage was about to overturn.

The curtain of the carriage flicked, revealing a boy with a pale complexion in the carriage.

The person sitting on the tree caught a glimpse of the young man, immediately threw away the wine pot in his hand, and flew down from the tree.

The sword at the waist was unsheathed, and with a flash of white light, it directly chopped off the roof of the carriage.

The boy in the car raised his head.

The time seemed to be extended infinitely. The young man saw the handsome white-clothed swordsman descending from the sky, falling in front of him like a god in a glow.

A look of astonishment flashed across the boy's eyes, and he even forgot that he was in danger for a moment.

The white-clothed swordsman was extremely fast, and with a stampede on his toes, he landed beside the dazed boy, picked him up horizontally, and flew out of the carriage.

The swordsman took the boy out of the carriage, and the carriage hit a tree, flew out and rolled on the ground a few times, scattered into a pile of wood slag.

The out-of-control horse was still moving forward, and the swordsman casually threw the sword from his waist.

The saber flew straight out and hit the horse on the side of the neck, knocking the horse to the ground.

After the frenzied horse fell to the ground, it neighed, but there was no movement.

The swordsman landed and turned his head to look at the young man in his arms.

When he saw the young man's face, the swordsman's eyes flashed brightly.

This young man who was rescued by him is surprisingly good-looking, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, his eyebrows, eyes and facial features could not be more appropriate, and every line is just right for him.

For some reason, he felt that this young man had a very kind face, and he felt happy when he saw him.

The swordsman looked at the boy with a feeling of love at the first rescue. With a willow branch in his mouth, the tip of his tongue pressed against his chin, the willow branch in his mouth changed direction, and he scratched the boy's forehead tremblingly as he spoke: "Little friend!" , Are you frightened, are your legs weak, do you want my brother to continue hugging you? If you tell me where your family lives, I will hug you like this and send you home!"

Hearing this, the rescued young man had a tinge of blush on his clear and cold face. He raised his hand and pinched the willow branch that scratched his forehead, and pursed his lips: "I'm not afraid, and my legs are not weak, benefactor , let me down."

The swordsman was disappointed when he heard the words: "Oh, I don't need to see you off, I am very good at lightness kung fu, and it is more comfortable to take you home than the carriage pulled by your crippled horse. Don't you really want to try?"

That being said, the swordsman in white still let the boy down.

The handsome young man looked up at the foolish swordsman, took a step back, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you for saving my life. The orphan is Feng Zhiyuan, the crown prince of the Cao Kingdom. Since the benefactor saved his life, he has great kindness for him. I would like to go to my mansion with Gu, so that Gu can thank my benefactor well."

"Prince? Oh, big shot!"

The swordsman didn't expect that the person he rescued was a nobleman, he talked about a big man, but his demeanor was not respectful, and he still looked lazy.

He looked Feng Zhiyuan's eyes up and down, touched his chin, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the wasted jar of peach blossom drunk that Cai Cai had just thrown away in a hurry, and he was very heartbroken: "Uh, I have never been to the Crown Prince's mansion. I have a question, Your Highness , is there any good wine in your palace?"

The cold and dignified crown prince just now smelled the faint fragrance of wine on the swordsman, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the corners of his eyes showed a faint smile: "The best wine in the entire Cao country is hidden in the isolated mansion."

When the swordsman heard the word "good wine", his eyes lit up, and he did not hide his salivation at all: "There is good wine, then I will follow you to your palace to have a look."

Seeing the swordsman like this, the Crown Prince's smile widened, and a small dimple that was too shallow to be seen appeared on his cheek.

There was joy in his heart for no reason, but his temperament was extremely cold. Realizing that he had lost his composure, the Crown Prince raised his hand to cover the corner of his lips, and asked casually: "I don't know the name of my benefactor yet, can I tell you the convenience of my benefactor?"

Jianxiu cupped his fists, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't change your name when you sit down, if you don't change your surname when you walk, the surname will be named Xuzhi, and there is no name Jianxiuer in the Jianghu."

"Then, can Gu call the benefactor Xu's brother? Gu is now in the year of Wuxiang, how old is the benefactor?"

Feng Zhiyuan asked more casually.

Jianxiu laughed loudly: "His Royal Highness, you can call me whatever you want. I am two years older than you, and now I am weak. It is very good if you call me Xu Zhixiong, don't think about it and call me Fengxiong."

Feng Zhiyuan was puzzled: "My surname is Feng, Huanxu's brother is Brother Feng, it would be confusing, so I wouldn't call you Brother Feng."

"It's not for this reason, it's called Brother Feng... I always feel that something is wrong, and it will make me uncomfortable to hear it."

The swordsman said casually, touching his head, and suddenly felt something foreign in his hair, he pulled it, and there was a peach blossom that fell from nowhere in his hair.

Feng Xuzhi wondered: "I don't see a peach blossom tree nearby, and I haven't passed a peach blossom forest. How come there are peach blossoms on my clothes, even on my hair? It's really strange."

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at the swordsman, and raised his white hand like jade: "Brother Xu, there is still a peach blossom in your hair, let me pick it for you."

Feng Xuzhi was a head and a half taller than the Crown Prince. Seeing that the Crown Prince was tiptoeing enough for flowers, he simply lifted up his clothes and squatted down: "This will be more convenient for you. Take a closer look. Are there any strange flowers or grasses in my hair?" , If there are any, pick them all up."

The crown prince looked down at the top of the swordsman's black hair. The swordsman's long hair was tied with a pure white headband, and the thick black hair was scattered around his neck. Looking down from top to bottom, not only could he see the swordsman's black hair, but he could also see it. To his high nose bridge, and long and bushy eyelashes like crow feathers.

This man is really handsome, no matter which angle you look at, he looks very good-looking.

The crown prince's pupils trembled, and his ears were tinged with red. He plucked the peach blossoms from the swordsman's hair, then carefully picked up a long satin-like hair, and looked through it.

A peach blossom at the end of his hair sank into the swordsman's neck, the crown prince raised his hand and grabbed the peach blossom petals.

Weiliang's fingertips touched the skin on the back of his neck, and Feng Xuzhi felt itchy. He turned his head, and the willow branch in his mouth trembled: "His Royal Highness, are you alright?"

"All right."

Feng Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze, crushed the peach petals on his fingertips, and carefully held the peach blossom he picked out from the swordsman's hair in his palm.

Soon, the guards of the Prince's Mansion got the news and drove Feng Zhiyuan and the swordsman back to the Prince's Mansion.

Back at the Prince's Mansion, Feng Zhiyuan ordered people to serve Feng Xuzhi carefully, and deliberately vacated the side hall adjacent to his bedroom, inviting Feng Xuzhi to live in it.

When Feng Xuzhi wandered around the Prince's Mansion to familiarize himself with the bedroom, His Royal Highness left in a hurry on the pretext of dealing with the accident of the carriage today.

After leaving the side hall, the crown prince, who had always had a faint smile on his face, was smiling all the time, looking unreasonable. He twisted the prayer beads on his wrist with one hand, and called for the chief supervisor.

"Your Highness, do you want your subordinates to go to Dali Temple to have someone thoroughly investigate how the carriage was tampered with during your private visit?"

The chief executive said respectfully.

His Royal Highness is traveling today to investigate the corruption case of Beijing officials. It was a secret trip and only brought a few hidden guards with him. Unexpectedly, he encountered assassins on the way back to the house. Those assassins entangled the hidden guards, and the driver also killed.

The horses were all stabbed by the assassin, and the prince went mad and drove the prince on a rampage, almost...

After a while, the chief manager was afraid.

Hearing this, Feng Zhiyuan shook his head: "Don't worry, this is not a good time to lure the snake out of the hole, and let Gu's brothers and imperial concubines dance for a while, it's not time to catch them all. Gu has something urgent to ask you now." Go do it, you must remember to do it properly, without the slightest mistake."

The chief executive's expression froze: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Go to the palace to ask for some jade wine. The rarer the wine, the better. You need ten altars for each item, and the speed must be fast. By the way, you can send people to the major wineries in the capital to move the rare wine Hundreds of altars, remember, as long as people who like to drink think they are good wines, they will be brought to the wine cellar of the Prince's Mansion, the more the better."

Chief Manager: ...

Is this the one hundred thousand urgent thing that makes him remember to do it properly?

The head steward was at a loss, and he carefully reminded his master: "Your Highness, you never clink the contents of the glass. You just moved from the palace to the Prince's Mansion, and converted the wine cellar into an armory..."

Feng Zhiyuan glanced at the Chief Manager, his eyes were cold.

"If you don't have a wine cellar, make another one. The bigger the better."

His Royal Highness the crown prince is majestic and dignified. With a glance at him, he is even more powerful than the ninety-five-year-old who is sitting on the dragon chair. The head manager felt cold all over, and hurriedly said: "Your subordinate obeys orders."

The Chief Manager of the Prince's Mansion is a talented person with high efficiency in handling affairs, and quickly completed the things that Feng Zhiyuan specially instructed, without any mistakes.

Then, Feng Xuzhi, who walked around the Prince's Mansion, got the wine that he coveted as he wished.

Feng Xu is good at what's in the cup, he has a physique that never gets drunk after a thousand cups, even the strongest wine is like tea to him, he flew to the roof with the wine jar in his hand, and drank it to his heart's content.

"Good wine!"

After taking a sip of the wine, Feng Xuzhi's eyes brightened.

This wine was actually a tribute from the emperor, made from grapes and jade.

Grape stuffing is a specialty of the Western Regions. Although he has heard of it, he never thought about trying it.

After all, Feng Xuzhi was just a poor swordsman who came down from the mountain. He managed to catch a wanted criminal and exchanged for 50 taels of silver. However, the price in the capital was too expensive. He bought a pot of peach blossom drunk, and the reward was gone.

The grape jade wine specially provided by the emperor is hard to come by, of course Feng Xuzhi has no chance to taste it.

Unexpectedly, he rescued the crown prince casually, and the wine was delivered to his door.

Feng Xuzhi poured a jar of wine in a fit of anger, then threw it casually, and the wine jar fell to the ground, forming a row with other empty jars.

Feng Zhiyuan, who had just climbed the ladder to the roof, looked back at the wine jars neatly lined up in a row, then he turned his head to look at the swordsman lazily playing with the wine jars, and praised: "Brother Xu is really good at kung fu."

Feng Xuzhi looked up at Feng Zhiyuan.

It is true that Feng Xuzhi is capable of staying drunk for a thousand cups, but after drinking so many jugs of wine, wine mixed with spirits, even if he is not drunk, he still appears slightly tipsy.

Jianxiu's eyes were tinged with red, and his slightly raised phoenix eyes were squinted with a flirtatious look, but he was still lazily lying on the roof, pointing his fingers at Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and blood rushed to his face.

Feng Zhiyuan pursed his lips, turned over and jumped up to the roof.

He just walked to Jianxiu's side, and Jianxiu raised his hand to hold the crown prince's wrist, and directly pulled this cold and precious flower of wealth into his arms.

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes trembled, he fell into the cold and alcohol-smelling embrace and couldn't break free, he stared at Feng Xuzhi with snowy eyes.

Feng Xuzhi's eyes were raised up, and the corners of his lips curved into an evil curve.

He threw away the wine jar, pinched Feng Zhiyuan's chin with one hand, and held up Feng Zhiyuan's flawlessly handsome face.

Then, Feng Xuzhi narrowed the distance with the crown prince.

The tip of his tongue only wandered around between the slightly parted lips, and before the crown prince could react, the swordsman pulled away again, and licked his own lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Well, I didn't expect the crown prince to taste like sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes widened, he was stunned and aphasia, when the aroma of wine from Jianxiu's mouth mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus cake, forming a unique fragrance, Feng Zhiyuan swallowed the sweet aroma of wine mixed with the body fluid in his mouth, and then suddenly react to.

He, he was actually married to Xu's relatives!

Feng Zhiyuan was extremely flustered, and retreated subconsciously.

Seeing this, Feng Xuzhi raised his hand to catch Feng Zhiyuan.

"This is the roof, be careful!"

Arms like iron hoops embraced Feng Zhiyuan in his arms, the end of his nose smelled of wine mixed with grape fruit, probably because the smell of wine was too strong, Feng Zhiyuan's complexion became more and more red, and even his body felt hot.

He is the crown prince of Cao Guo, who has always been strong, but now being pressed in Feng Xuzhi's arms, he slowly calmed down.

Feng Zhiyuan raised his face, looked at the idle swordsman, looked straight into the swordsman's eyes, and looked solemnly: "Brother Xu, what is the meaning of this? Brother Xu will kiss me, are you the broken sleeve that people say that you like men?" ? You kiss me, but you like me?"

Feng Xuzhi has always been wild and unrestrained, although he has never liked anyone, thinking about it now, he was very happy when he saw the crown prince the first time, and wanted to kiss him, he probably really is a broken sleeve.

So, Jianxiu nodded vigorously: "Yes, I cut off my sleeves, I think you are very kind, I am happy when I see you, and I want to kiss you, just like this."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gave Feng Zhiyuan a loud sip.

Feng Zhiyuan subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

The swordsman stared at the small tongue protruding from His Highness the Crown Prince, his eyes darkened.

Then, he gave the crown prince another bite, and took advantage of the opportunity to bite the tip of Feng Zhiyuan's tongue.

Crown Prince: ...

Is this person endless!

However, not only is he not disgusted, but also a little bit happy, what's the matter?

Could it be that he is actually a broken sleeve?

The author has something to say: I am so happy, ah, I am suddenly happy!