Jun You Ji Fou

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Su Shiyu turned his head and looked over. The peach-colored man came slowly, with a smile on his face, he was slightly surprised, "What a coincidence, how could Master Chu come here?"

"Unfortunately," Chu Mingyun stood in front of him, smiling, "I'm afraid the person you're waiting for is me."

"The person who invited me here this morning is clearly Master Lu's daughter?"

"Yes," Chu Mingyun said with a smile, "it was she who asked me to come to see you."

Su Shiyu frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly, "...What's the meaning of this?"

"It's simple," Chu Mingyun looked at him with a smile, "Now everyone else is moved by my infatuation, Mr. Su, are you still planning to accept me?"

"Master Chu is joking." Su Shiyu said with a smile.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Chu Mingyun said slowly, "But this is a beautiful day, Master Su, won't you pay back the debt you owe?"

"When did I owe Master Chu?"

"The thing about archery is forgotten so quickly in a blink of an eye." He raised his hand to pinch Su Shiyu's chin, and stroked his fingertips along the light-colored lip line, "But if Mr. Su is shy, I can take the initiative."

Su Shiyu pulled his hand down and smiled softly, "It seems that Master Chu had a lot of drinks at the banquet just now."

"I drink very well," Chu Mingyun paused, and then said, "I wasn't drunk at all last night."

Su Shiyu smiled but didn't answer, turned his eyes to the flowers and branches beside him, "It's late, this is probably the last peach blossom we can see."

Chu Mingyun still stared at him fixedly, Gu Zi continued: "I was awake the whole time last night."

The fingers hidden in the sleeves tightened suddenly, but Su Shiyu's face remained calm, "I see. I wonder why Lord Chu sleeps in the mountain pavilion, and he is not afraid of catching cold."

"Bringing this up..." Chu Mingyun dragged his tone, "I don't plan to return that robe to you."

Su Shiyu smiled, "It's okay, since Master Chu likes it, just keep it."

Chu Mingyun looked at him for a moment, as if he wanted to read something, and laughed in a low voice, "But I like you more, will Mr. Su let me keep it?"

Su Shiyu was startled, closed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Master Chu is joking."

Chu Mingyun tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you look at me?"

Feeling suffocated and slightly hesitant, Su Shiyu slowly raised his eyes to meet his, his eyes were deep, like the night like the sea, and he leaned over and smiled, "What if I said it wasn't a joke?"

Looking at each other, Su Shiyu was silent for a moment, and suddenly understood, "I have already asked Master Wei in detail about the conditions proposed by the Huns. Since His Majesty said that he will discuss it in detail after I come back, I should think carefully. Master Chu doesn't have to." That's the worry."

The smile on Chu Mingyun's face faded, "...how did I ever say it was for the Huns?"

Su Shiyu smiled, "I have long said that Mr. Chu should get rid of this habit of talking about him, and it is better to speak bluntly in the future."

"Shiyu," Chu Mingyun grasped his hand, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously: "I like you, do you like me?"

Su Shiyu was stunned.

"I'm blunt," he whispered, "will you answer me?"

Su Shiyu regained his senses for a while, subconsciously wanted to free his hand, and said with a smile: "Master Chu, this is..."

He held it tighter, "Will you believe me?"

I was speechless for a long time.

The shadows of the flowers flickered, the forest gradually became cooler, and the heavy clouds were gray and pressed down on the sky.

Su Shiyu raised his head and took a look from afar, then withdrew his hand slightly, sighed, "It's rainy in late spring, you and I should go back as soon as possible."

His hands were empty, and the wind filled his sleeves to disperse the faint warmth in his palms. Chu Mingyun unconsciously folded his fingers, but bent his eyebrows and smiled, "I knew you would react like this. I don't understand the style. You really are a rock."

Su Shiyu laughed, "Master Chu's style, I am afraid that no one in this world can understand it."

"How come, as long as Mr. Su pays off the debt just now, I will teach you to be the only one in this world." Chu Mingyun smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Su Shiyu gave him a helpless smile, and said warmly: "Stop making trouble, go back earlier, so as not to get caught in the rain again."

Chu Mingyun let out a 'hmm', and watched Su Shiyu turn around, when a wind suddenly picked up, and the slightly damp breath came towards him with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms. blurred in the wind,

"There is ample time."

Su Shiyu couldn't hear clearly, looking back, "What?"

Chu Mingyun's eyes sparkled, he chuckled lightly, stepped forward and walked side by side with Su Shiyu, "It's nothing."

Outside the peach forest, Lu Qinghe lingered for a long time, but finally couldn't match the curiosity, took a deep breath, and stepped in lightly.

The flowers have bloomed to the end, blooming in anger, and the crimson color fills the field of vision.

Lu Qinghe looked around and looked around, the wind swayed the branches, and a figure loomed behind a few trees, alone and alone.She couldn't help but her heart tightened suddenly, and while secretly thinking that she shouldn't, she quickly stepped forward and pushed aside the covered flower branches, and said, "What's going on? You didn't find Su——

The voice stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the man behind the desk and looked up in surprise. He was holding a vermilion brush in his rather delicate hand, and there were ten miles of peach blossoms on the spreading scroll.

Lu Qinghe came back to his senses and hurriedly turned around to leave, "I'm sorry, sorry, I admitted the wrong person..."

"Meidai wins the day lily color, and the red dress kills the pomegranate flowers." The man raised his voice, "Don't move!"

She froze in place, "Huh?"

The man dipped his pen in the ink and outlined the outline with a few brushstrokes. The charm had already emerged. He looked up again and smiled very kindly, "Don't be nervous, just stand at will."

"... Oh." Lu Qing responded, paused, and couldn't help raising his hand to straighten his temple hair, "Then...you should draw better."

The man responded with a smile: "Naturally."

His face was soft and delicate, like a child of the Taifu's family. Lu Qinghe peeked at the painting for a long time, and then glanced at the painting, "Hey, that... did you see anyone else before?"

The man shook his head without looking up.

"Strange." She muttered, sighed, and simply started chatting, "Is this your first time here?"

The man couldn't help looking at her with a smile, until Lu Qinghe was confused, and he said: "Come every year."

"Draw every year?"

"Yes."

"...you're so boring." The corners of Lu Qinghe's mouth twitched.

The man didn't mind, and smiled, "The flowers are not all the same every year."

"That is a beautiful scene after all, and it will be boring after a long time," Lu Qinghe said, "It's better to go to other places to see, the three thousand worlds are full of prosperity."

"Have you been to many places?"

"Of course!" Her eyebrows and eyes became brighter, "I have almost traveled all over the West Lake, Dongting, Xiangjiang, and Jiangnan. This time, my father sent a letter urging me to come back. Before I came back, I went to Changbai Snow Mountain. Much more beautiful than here!"

"Your father is Lu Shangshu?" He asked.

"Yes, how did you guess that?" Lu Qinghe asked strangely.

Before she could answer, Ming Gong'e suddenly rushed over from behind, passed by Lu Qinghe's side, kowtowed and knelt down, "Your Majesty, the rain is coming, Madam Zhaoyi, please go back to the palace to rest."

Lu Qinghe's legs softened immediately.

Li Yanzhen nodded, "Understood." Ren Gong'e came forward to pack up the scroll, and said, "Lu Aiqing once mentioned that his daughter has a heart of a knight, so she likes to travel around."

Lu Qinghe bent over and knelt down, "I hope your majesty will not be offended by your daughter's ignorance of your majesty's holy chariot!"

Li Yanzhen looked at her amusedly, "Just get up."

"No, there's no need... It's fine for the minister to kneel." Lu Qinghe lowered his head, wanting to cry but not crying.

Li Yanzhen stepped forward to help her up, "The painting is not finished yet, I will ask you to complete it when I have free time, how about it?"

Lu Qinghe got up tremblingly, and couldn't help but take a bold look at Li Yanzhen when he heard the words, his face was flushed with peach blossoms.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she said in a strange way: "Okay."