Playwright is wronged by routine [Rebirth]

Taoyuan is in Zhu Yusheng's yard.

It's the season of blooming, the sky is pink, drifting with the breeze, and the petals are scattered in the soil.

After the briefing, led by the servant Zhuqing, they walked along the cobbled path, admiring the beautiful scenery all the way, and went all the way to the depths of the garden.

A little nervous, a little excited, but He Yanfei showed no flaws on his face, only wearing a spring-like smile.

The closer you get to the depths, the more you can hear a lingering and melodious flute sound, like weeping and complaining.

It is the song "Thinking Back".

He Yanfei thought of the lyrics again: The local accent has been forgotten, who is pity for wandering?What a sweetheart, with teary eyes.I can't think about it, I can't sleep well.

The sound of the flute is sentimental and suddenly sentimental.

He Yanfei sighed, and said, "Brother Zhuqing, can you stop for a while?"

Zhu Qing stopped in her tracks and asked, "What orders does Young Master Ying have? Your lord is right ahead."

He Yanfei replied: "It will be ready soon." After speaking, he walked to the side of the road and picked a few leaves.

"Okay, please continue to lead the way, please walk a little slower." He Yanfei smiled.

"Yes, son."

He Yanfei pinched a few leaves into thin slices, pressed the tips and tails of the leaves with both hands, stretched them slightly, and made the leaves in the center spread out straight.Then, he moved closer to the leaves and blew gently into the leaves.

Ye's voice was a bit sharp and high-pitched, and He Yanfei grasped the tone well, harmonizing with the continuous sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute is long and the sound of the leaves is high-pitched, one after another.He Yanfei didn't dare to use too many techniques, but paid a little attention to gentleness, making Ye's voice seem to be distant, like whispering in the ear of a lover, and it also has a special charm.

After turning a corner, a figure with his back playing the flute appeared in the gazebo, still dressed in red.

One person in the pavilion, one person outside the pavilion, far away from each other.Only the sound of insects and wind, no one spoke.

Zhuqing was also a person with winking eyes, and helped put the peach blossom wine and the small box on the table in the gazebo, and left lightly.

A song and stop.

Only then did He Yanfei speak: "Yingwu, my lord."

Zhu Yusheng didn't turn around, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Why do you know this song?"

"This is a folk tune, Xiao Wu has heard it since he was a child." He Yanfei opened his mouth to lie.

"Ah."

Zhu Yusheng turned around, with the same handsome face.

Envious, He Yanfei sighed inwardly.

Zhu Yusheng sat on the small stool in front of the stone table, glanced at the wine jar, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "What are you doing there? Come here and pour wine for me."

He Yanfei lowered his hand and said, "Yes."

He went to the pavilion and removed the cover of the wine jar.

Immediately, the aroma of wine overflowed, even more intense than the aroma of peach blossoms in the garden.

"It's mellow and fragrant, it's really good wine!" Zhu Yusheng couldn't help admiring, a little ready to move.

"My lord likes it..." He Yanfei finished in a low voice and poured a glass of wine.

It turned out that this wine was actually a rich red color.

He placed the wine glass squarely in front of Zhu Yusheng.

Zhu Yusheng picked up the wine glass and drank it down.Probably because Xiao thought about it for too long, he was really impatient at this time, and he moved too much. A trace of hops spread from the corner of his mouth to his raised Adam's apple, and then slowly slid down his fair neck to his chest.

……

He Yanfei watched carefully, and calmly filled another cup for Zhu Yusheng.

Zhu Yusheng seemed a little annoyed at wasting this delicious food, and licked the corner of his mouth.

……

evildoer!See how I charge you.He Yanfei lowered his eyes and only focused on looking at the wine glass.

At this moment, Zhu Yusheng drank another cup and put it on the table. He was in a good mood and seemed to forget all his troubles.

When He Yanfei wanted to refill the wine again, Zhu Yusheng pressed the wine glass with one hand, and said indifferently: "Who said in the letter earlier that he missed me very much? Why do you look like a mute today?"

Zhu Yusheng turned his face to look at Yingwu, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised.It was only when I saw a blush gradually appearing on his pure and white face that I was a little satisfied in my heart.

He Yanfei's voice was a little trembling, and he said: "I haven't seen the Lord for a long time, I'm a little... nervous..."

Seeing Yingwu's trembling eyelashes, Zhu Yusheng tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Don't you want to have a drink with me? Sit down."

He Yanfei hurriedly sat down, but it happened that there was a stone bench away from Zhu Yusheng.

Zhu Yusheng stared at the space between the two of them, saw that Yingwu was fidgeting, looking like he wanted to move but didn't dare, turned to the wine jar as if nothing had happened, noticed the small wooden box beside him, and asked, "What is in this box?" What is it?"

"Return to the Lord, there is sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside."

"You did it?"

"No... no, Xiao Wu can't. Xiao Wu asked someone to do it."

Zhu Yusheng stopped asking questions, just opened the wooden box, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks, picked up a small piece of pastry and tasted it.

A familiar smell.

"Taught by Huang Liang?"

He Yanfei was startled, and hurriedly replied: "It's Xiao Wu's words, Mr. Huang accidentally slipped his mouth, isn't it..."

Zhu Yusheng interrupted: "I don't blame you. If you drink alcohol, pour yourself a glass too."

The two started drinking.

Every time Zhu Yusheng admired the wine, He Yanfei would echo "Yes, it's really delicious". After this, Zhu Yusheng also felt very boring.But if Zhu Yusheng didn't speak, He Yanfei would become dumb again, and would look at him helplessly.

Zhu Yusheng tapped his fingers faster and faster, finally stopped, sighed, and said, "Tell me how this wine came from, and be more careful."

He Yanfei was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally found a topic, his whole body became excited, and he talked about the story endlessly.

Zhu Yusheng listened with his chin resting, staring at the person next to him who was talking happily and in high spirits.Hearing that the God of Gamblers was being tricked into blowing his beard and staring, he also smiled unconsciously.

The sky gradually darkened.

"That's it for today." Zhu Yusheng interrupted someone who wanted to continue showing off.

Before He Yanfei's story was finished, he touched his nose resentfully, his mouth fell, and he said, "Yes, my lord."

The two of them walked on the gravel path, speechless all the way.He Yanfei walked with her head down, sighed softly, feeling quite lost.

After leaving Taoyuan, He Yanfei made his farewell, turned and left.

Unexpectedly, someone grabbed his sleeve and was forced to turn around, and soon saw a handsome face approaching him.

Like a dragonfly touching water, she kissed him.

"Are you happy?" Zhu Yusheng gently stroked He Yanfei's lips with his fingers.

"Go...go...happy!" He Yanfei stumbled back.

Zhu Yusheng showed a wicked smile, leaned into He Yanfei's ear again, and whispered, "Your reward. I am very satisfied today. Go back."

He Yanfei's ears were red and red, as if on fire.After saying goodbye, he fled like the wind.

Zhu Yusheng watched the person run away, and slowly aftertaste: It feels good to the touch, very soft.

He Yanfei fled all the way to the yard, into the bedroom, and closed the door.

The footsteps suddenly slowed down, the panic and embarrassment on his face dissipated completely, and a smirk like a thousand-year-old fox appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yo, the trick of playing hard to get is not bad after a hundred trials.

He lifted his sleeve and wiped his mouth.

carry on.

Fishing, take your time.

He Yanfei has been enjoying a lot of glory recently.

First, he played and drank with the elders, got a kiss from the elders, and then received successive rewards from the elders.Everyone in Zuiyueju is a genius, and everyone's heart is like a mirror, and they always praise these two as a match made in heaven in private.

He Yanfei was very satisfied with this.

He just "inadvertently" disclosed a little detail to his servants, and sent a few servant girls to run errands in other courtyards, and the matter spread quickly.

Some things are spread so much that the black ones can be explained as the white ones, and even a pig can be blown up a tree.

But others follow suit, but I have to sit still.In a hurry, the trick of playing hard to get will be in vain.

Therefore, apart from the Life and Death Pavilion, He Yanfei never stepped out of another courtyard.

He Yanfei only does three things well every day: testing medicine, refining medicine, and practicing kung fu.

During this period of learning acupuncture and moxibustion, except for the first demonstration, the master never cared about him. He left a book of pharmacopoeia for self-study, and only said that he would see someone else in a month.Only now did he have the opportunity to test the medicine with himself, to figure out what the "seven-step heartbreak" in his body was actually composed of.

When he returned to the other courtyard, he focused on practicing.

In his previous life, he was poisoned to the point where his martial arts were useless, unable to use his internal strength, and became a waste with nothing but moves.Now that I have changed my body, the Hunyuan Jue of the villa can run smoothly, so I have to work extra hard.

He practiced internal strength in his room during the day, and practiced calligraphy when he was resting.In the evening, I went to practice swords in the courtyard.

Yingsi strongly supports He Yanfei's idea of ​​practicing martial arts well.Not only did he demonstrate all the sword moves of the shadow guard carefully, but he also kept fighting with He Yanfei and giving him advice.He Yanfei's martial arts has also improved a lot after several days of continuous swordplay exchanges.

He Yanfei sends Zhu Yusheng a small paper crane every day, and the beginning of the letter must say "I miss you", and then talk about some interesting things around me or simply tell a joke, all of which should relieve people's boredom.

Zhu Yusheng mostly didn't reply to the paper cranes, and occasionally replied with some simple words, similar to "en", and didn't seem to take it to heart.

He Yanfei didn't feel disappointed, let alone discouraged.Originally, he was just trying to gain a sense of presence, and he has always been very patient.

But two days later, He Yanfei's handwriting has changed a lot.

At the beginning, it was obviously crooked, and I couldn't bear to look directly at it.Later, it became barely noticeable, with edges and corners, and after a while, one or two bright spots can be seen, which is commendable.Of course, this was just one of He Yanfei's deceptive strategies.

Zhu Yusheng naturally noticed these changes, and the content of the reply was a little longer, and the tone was no longer so perfunctory.

The two exchanged letters like this, but they never saw each other.

One day, Zhu Yusheng was in a good mood, so he replied one more sentence: "You have practiced your calligraphy well."

He Yanfei received the compliment, carefully folded a grasshopper and sent it along with a paper crane: "Send the Lord a childhood, I wish the Lord is lively and energetic every day!"

Zhu Yusheng stared at this finely crafted, lifelike grasshopper, casually inserted it into a pen holder, and replied: "Boring."

A few days later, Zhu Yusheng sent someone to deliver the newly arrived silk and satin, and replied: "Great progress. Reward."

He Yanfei folded a small windmill made of paper and sent it over with a paper crane: "Send a gust of wind to the Lord, may the Lord be free forever!"

This windmill is quite delicately folded.It can turn for a long time with a light flick.

Zhu Yusheng inserted the windmill into the pen holder and replied, "Childish."

Afterwards, whenever I get upset, I just play with the windmill to relieve boredom.

In a few days, Zhu Yusheng simply sent a copy of his calligraphy with a note: "It's good to learn, don't relax."

He Yanfei copied a copy of Zhu Yusheng's calligraphy as a gift in return.

Zhu Yusheng received it, seeing that it was a little immature, but already had some personal style of handwriting, he was very satisfied from the bottom of his heart, and replied: "A child can be taught."