Vendetta

Fu Ling came out of the medical hall, the rain still continued outside, a look of cruelty flashed across his eyes, and the dragon tooth knife lay behind the wooden door of the medical hall: "Which son of a bitch is squatting here to see your grandpa?"

The person at the door didn't move, and called him, "Fu Ling."

The voice was very familiar, Fu Ling was taken aback, and immediately withdrew the knife: "Yan Zhu?"

Yan Zhu came out from behind the door, Fu Ling could still feel Yan Zhu's gaze in the dark, he heard it even from behind the door.

In Dongqing Mountain ten years ago, Yan Zhu went to look for the clear-eyed Poria in the snow, but there was no news. She thought it was just a chance encounter.

The surprise when I was young, I didn't expect to see you again.

Fu Ling touched her nose in embarrassment: "Then what, the bastard didn't call you, so don't take it to heart."

"It's nothing, you..." Yan Zhu wanted to comfort him, but when he thought about it, the child in the snow didn't need to be comforted, let alone Fu Ling now?

How much has he suffered in these years?

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zhu asked, "Does the injury still hurt?"

Fu Ling said seriously: "You say it like this, it does seem to be a little painful."

Yan Zhu took a step forward, as if he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't stretch out his sleeve, he just asked: "Go back and see if the wound is open?"

"What's so interesting about the wound?" Fu Ling smiled, "It's almost dawn, let's watch the sunrise."

Yan Zhu laughed and said, "You really..."

Fu Ling had already climbed up to the roof of the restaurant with a few steps, standing on it and waving at him.

Yan Zhu followed and sat on the roof side by side with him.

The sun reveals half of the blush from the mountains in the east, and the half of the distant black outside the city is still black like night, while the other half is like thick ink rolling on the scroll, gradually dyeing and fading, and the golden light shines through, reflecting the original greenness of the distant mountains. of blue.

As the morning breeze blew, Fu Ling propped her face and looked sideways at the people around her.

With a well-defined side face, black eyes, a green robe fluttering in the breeze, and a Kunwu sword at his waist, Yan Zhu is not like a swordsman walking around the world with a sword in the rivers and lakes, but a hermit in the bamboo forest , Seven points of gentlemanly demeanor, three points of swordsman chivalry.

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "Didn't you mean to watch the sunrise? What do you see me doing?"

He turned his face and smiled, the faint rays of the sun coated the Tsing Yi with a layer of gold, Yan Zhu stood up, and the thousands of roof tiles and thousands of miles of green mountains behind him were at his feet.

The brilliance of the heaven and the earth converges on him at this moment.

Fu Ling looked up at him, stunned, unable to say a word.

"The sun has risen, let's go." Yan Zhu said.

Fuling and Yan Zhu parted ways in the restaurant, and Fuling rushed all the way, forgetting Yan Zhu's advice to recuperate well.

He had to go back to Huoshan one step ahead of Yan Zhu and replace the substitute.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhu came back very quickly, and he was only an hour faster than Yan Zhu when he traveled day and night.

After changing clothes and taking a bath in a hurry, Fu Ling thought about it, and decided to go to bed and lie down, no matter whether Yan Zhu was suspicious or not, he closed his eyes as if he couldn't see.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, he was so tired these days, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open it, and he felt someone sitting gently beside him in a drowsy state.

Fu Ling adjusted her breathing and opened her eyes as calmly as possible: "Senior Brother Yan?"

"Well," Yan Zhu responded, "why do you look so bad?"

Fu Ling propped herself up and sat up, saying, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Yan Zhu asked: "Did you dream about your master and senior brother?"

Cheng Suyu's master and brother?That's not true, even in a dream, Fu Ling chased those guys with a knife and chopped them down. How could this be a nightmare?What's more, he didn't dream at all, he didn't sleep last night.

"I'm fine," Fu Ling shook her head, and said, "Brother Yan has been busy all the way, why didn't he go to rest?"

Yan Zhu's eyes also had a bit of blue shadow, the two of them hurried back from death to death, and they didn't know why, so neither of them had a rest, but now they sat together and cared about each other, why didn't they sleep well.

Yan Zhu said: "I have been busy since I came back. Master has already gone to Chuanqiongmen to discuss swords. I contacted the sect near Taizemen and planned to take people to Taize Mountain."

Fu Ling asked, "Did something happen?"

Yan Zhu: "It's not a big deal, you just need to rest in peace and recuperate."

Fu Ling nodded obediently: "Okay, Senior Brother Yan, be careful in everything."

Yan Zhu came out from the courtyard where Fu Ling was recuperating, and a hidden guard appeared from behind the tree.

Yan Zhu asked: "Has he been out these days?"

The secret guard replied: "No, the subordinate has been guarding here all the time. He only reads and drinks tea every day, and he never leaves the courtyard."

Yan Zhu asked again: "Have you been in contact with anyone?"

The hidden guard: "No, the disciples from the outer sect who came to deliver the food put the food on the table and left."

With Fuling's martial arts, except for Yan Zhu and Chang Rusong, no one from the Huoshan faction would be able to detect his comings and goings.

Ten years later, Fu Ling was only an eight-year-old child at that time, not to mention that Yan Zhu couldn't remember what he looked like, the child changed every day, even Fu Ling couldn't recognize him standing in front of him.

"I see, you continue to guard." Yan Zhu saw Li Zhong waiting at the gate of the courtyard, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Zhongdao: "Young Master Hu is here, waiting for you at the restaurant in the town."

"Well, I'll go now," Yan Zhu said, "Send someone to the Huaishan School and bring back a portrait of Cheng Suyu."

Li Zhongdao: "Yes."

Yan Zhu added another sentence: "As soon as possible."

Restaurant——

The person in the private room has slender eyes, revealing a bit of nakedness. He is dressed in plain clothes, which looks ordinary but is exquisite in workmanship.

This person is Hu Wenyou, the only son of the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. The Hu family is the Queen's mother's family, and Hu Wenyou is also Yan Zhu's cousin.

Hu Wenyou poured a cup of tea for Yan Zhu: "Cousin, sit down quickly and have a cup of tea first."

Yan Zhu asked: "But something happened in the court?"

Hu Wenyou nodded: "Yes, there were floods in the south of the Yangtze River a few days ago, and the imperial court allocated money for disaster relief. The 10 taels of silver was delayed by the household department for half a month. Later, the money was transferred anyway. I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect the money to be used for relief. disaster, the refugees over there actually started an uprising."

The south of the Yangtze River is a land of prosperity, and the imperial court has sent people to relieve the disaster. It is not the poor mountains and rivers in the northwest and southwest, so how could there be a refugee uprising?

Yan Zhu frowned and said, "The flood is so serious?"

Hu Wenyou shook his head: "I sent someone to investigate. The flood burst is actually not serious, but..."

Yan Zhu said in a deep voice: "But last year, the imperial court only strengthened the water defense in the south of the Yangtze River. It was only half a year ago, so the embankment should not be broken at this time."

Hu Wenyou: "That's exactly what I want to say. The Huaishan faction is in the south of the Yangtze River. The affairs of the south of the Yangtze River have been presided over by the second prince for the past two years."

Yan Zhu knocked the teacup on the table, "He's greedy for the treasury, and the refugees revolted, how does the Huaishan sect manage it?"

Hu Wenyou: "How else will the Huaishan sect control them? Kill them if they catch them. They are ordinary people. Who would dare to rebel? Floods, but also greedy for relief money—"

Yan Zhu's eyes turned cold, and the porcelain cup in his hand turned into powder: "Let the Ministry of Industry find out the regulations of last year's water defense, and go to the Ministry of Accounts to reconcile the accounts. If the flood floods, it will collapse. Let's see if the water defense was repaired at that time. Stone or straw paper , When the Taize Mountain incident happened, I will go to the south of the Yangtze River. In the past few days, I will find the officials to impeach the Minister of the Household Department. Can you save him?"

Hu Wenyou responded one by one, and after explaining the business, he turned his eyes and asked: "Cousin, why didn't you see that jade pendant today?"

Yan Zhu's expression softened slightly: "Give it away."

Hu Wenyou looked at him with a little surprise: "Which girl can win the favor of my cousin?"

Yan Zhu didn't answer his words, and asked: "I suspect recently that two people are actually the same person, is there any way to verify?"

"This..." Hu Wenyou took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, "This is Qianlixiang, as long as you put a little on it, it won't dissipate within seven days, whether it's bathing or changing clothes. When you use it, put a little of your blood on it." Go in, only you can smell it, but—"

Yan Zhu relaxed, held the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and asked, "But what?"

Hu Wenyou smiled and said, "Nothing."

Hu Wenyou originally wanted to say that the fragrance might not be effective, but he just saw the softness in Yan Zhu's eyes.

The palace, the court and even the martial arts world are full of dangers. The empress Ai Yanzhu also placed high hopes on him and demanded him more strictly, but the empress left too early, and the Hu family could not take care of them outside the palace. The emperor favored Concubine Han and her son , Yan Zhu had a hard time living in the palace, so he went out of the palace alone to pay homage to Huoshan.

Yan Zhu was born in the imperial palace. He was extremely intelligent since he was a child. Later, he joined the martial arts. He is extremely talented and has profound knowledge in swordsmanship. He is wiser than his peers. He has thousands of valleys in his chest, but he rarely shows a gentle expression.

The jade pendant Yanzhu has been on his body since he was a child, and his subordinates all recognize it. Seeing the jade pendant is like seeing himself.

Thinking that this incense would definitely come in handy, Hu Wenyou took back all the words that followed.

Yan Zhu put a drop of blood into the porcelain bottle, and the blood quickly melted into the dark red powder, which carried the fragrance of crabapple in Xifu.

He hoped that it was Fu Ling who replaced Cheng Suyu, at least Fu Ling was not from the Huaishan faction, and it was not for the second prince to get close to him.

When he entered the courtyard, Fu Ling was practicing calligraphy in the room.

Fu Ling knew that Yan Zhu was suspicious, and originally wanted to practice swords to dispel Yan Zhu's suspicion, but then he thought about it, Yan Zhu practiced swords since he was a child, and he only learned it for a few days, and he was able to dance roughly. Nothing came out, if you look carefully now, you might be able to see something.

So it's better to practice calligraphy, anyway, people use their right hand, and people who haven't touched a brush for a long time will feel a little trembling, which is completely understandable.

"Senior Brother Yan is here!" Fu Ling put down her pen and turned to look at him.

"Practicing calligraphy?" Yan Zhu walked over to see, and there was a line of large black characters on the rice paper: runny nose gurgling, Yin Sijun squinting sideways.

The words are not dry, and there are still ink marks.

Yan Zhu glanced at the word, and flipped through the book in Fuling's hand. It was a block letter "Nine Songs of Xiangjun", and Fuling should have written it according to it.

But the written words and the block letters couldn't match each other.

How to describe the word Poria?Fragmented, teeth and claws, said it was chicken paws, the chicken was not convinced, said it was a ghost drawing, and the ghosts were curious about how he drew it.

It’s that rare feeling, just look at every word, don’t say that other people can’t understand, after a while, Fu Ling may not even recognize it, there are typos and consecutive strokes, the magic is that when they are grouped together, people can understand. understand.

It has no ornamental value, but it has the effect of urging people to be blind.

But this can't be entirely blamed on Fu Ling, Wu Heng taught him how to read, and he learned how to write all by himself at Dongqingmen's copying meeting. Whether he can write correctly depends on fate.

His handwriting is full of momentum, and typos seem to be intentional, which makes Fu Ling more bohemian and deviant.

In fact, he really didn't know that he made a mistake, and no one mentioned it to him, so how could he see it?

"Hold the pen, don't use too much force." Yan Zhu walked behind Fu Ling, leaned over to wrap Fu Ling in front of him, and held Fu Ling's hand holding the pen.

"Pay attention to strokes and strength, and don't be too deliberate when returning to the front."

Fu Ling's hand was wrapped in Yan Zhu's warm palm, his mind was not on paper at all, the people behind him were very close to him, he could clearly feel Yan Zhu's breathing, a few days ago in Wugao Mountain, Yan Zhu With him behind their backs, the two of them were also so close.

It seemed that if they were closer, their breaths could be completely intertwined.

When Fu Ling came back to her senses, a line of words had already been written on the paper: Yuan Youzhi and Li Youlan.

Dragons, flying phoenixes, and silver hooks painted on iron, although the momentum is strong but not domineering, revealing a bit of chic and elegant.

Fu Ling praised sincerely: "It's really well written."

Yan Zhu smiled, let go of Fuling's hand, straightened up, and put his hand on Fuling's right shoulder naturally.

Fu Ling didn't hide, but still looked at Yan Zhu with extremely clear eyes. He knew that Yan Zhu was suspicious. He had a wound on his right hand, and he seemed deliberate when he hid. No matter how Yan Zhu tried, he couldn't dodge.

The two stood facing each other, Yan Zhu and Fu Ling looked at each other, the hand on Fu Ling's right shoulder was extremely light, and without touching Fu Ling's arm, he took the pen out of his hand and said: "Your injury is not fully healed, Use less energy."

If Fuling is really Cheng Suyu, Yan Zhu doesn't want him to touch the wound again.

The hand on Fu Ling's shoulder was removed, and a little imperceptible powder fell on Fu Ling's body.

"The matter of the Taize Gate has not been resolved yet. I have to go there in two days. If you are fine after you recover from your injury, you can also walk around with other disciples in the gate. It's good to go around..." Yan Zhu paused , and then said: "Su Yu, is it good to live on Mount Huo?"

Fu Ling said: "Okay."

"Then live forever, okay?" There seemed to be a pool of deep water in Yan Zhu's eyes, making it hard to see clearly.

Fu Ling didn't answer, the smile on her face was slightly retracted, and the corners of her mouth were raised with a bit of reluctance and helplessness. Although it disappeared quickly, the smile was not as pure and bright as before.

Yes, of course, but Fu Ling is not Cheng Suyu, he wants revenge, and there are many things to do, and even if he wants to stay after killing Liang Ruzhu, Huo Shan will not keep him anymore.

Poria can not stay.

But in his heart, he also wanted to be a junior junior brother for a lifetime, called Senior Brother Yan for a lifetime.

For the first time in his life, he felt involuntary.

After a long silence, Yan Zhu smiled and said, "You can leave if you want, remember to come back."

Fu Ling didn't know how to answer, just like he didn't know that there was a next sentence on the paper——

Yuan has Zhi, Li has orchid, and Si Gongzi dare not speak.

The author has something to say: runny nose gurgles, and thinks of the king in seclusion. —— "Nine Songs of Xiangjun"

Yuan has Zhi, Li has orchid, and Si Gongzi dare not speak. —— "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang"

Stay up late and get up early, today is also a day of baldness.

But people like me who stay up late by myself always like to persuade others to go to bed early, cuties remember to go to bed early!