treacherous beauty

Gongsun Feng touched his face inadvertently, then looked at Xue Yong: "Does that thing work?"

Xue Yong spread his hands, how could he know.

"Have you never seen what Wei Si looks like?" Gongsun Feng asked.

Xue Yong: "I have seen it. My face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost."

When he said this, he deliberately raised his voice, and cast his eyes to a corner, as if he wanted to remind him of something.

"Hahahaha." Gongsun Feng laughed loudly: "Even if we meet again, we should not know each other."

Xue Yong tugged at him: "Yue Bai drank too much, stop dragging the text, go back."

It's not very decent for the big shopkeeper of Gongsun's old shop to fall drunk in the ice and snow all of a sudden.

Heck.

Murong Ting, who was squatting in the Xiao Mansion on duty at night, cursed secretly after hearing these words, he thought, "How good you Xue Yong, you actually chewed my young master's tongue behind your back, dared to say that my young master's face is dusty and his temples are like frost, you wait.

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Weifu.

At the end of the fourth watch, Wei Xuanlang was fully dressed and sitting in the study reading a book, seeing Murong Ting come back in a hurry, he put down the scroll and asked: "What happened?"

He got up early with his hair untied, black satin-like blue hair hanging behind his shoulders, a silver gluttonous mask was at hand, his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips were bathed in the morning light, and he was full of elegance.

There is no one more handsome than him.

There is no more gentle and gentle son than him.

Murong Ting's sullen expression suddenly changed to spring breeze: "My lord...you got up really early."

Seeing his young master's true face suddenly, he almost couldn't breathe.

Wei Xuanlang: "..."

"Gongsun Feng entered Xiao's mansion last night." Murong Ting's tongue finally came to his senses, "I didn't plan anything, but... said some disrespectful things to the young master."

Wei Xuanlang didn't care much: "There's no need to worry about it."

Murong Ting: "My lord, Mr. Xue said that you wear a mask all day because you are afraid that the wind and frost at the border will make you old."

If you can't be a good person for anything, hehe, if he catches you, you must make that fellow Xue Yong shed a layer of skin.

"He's right." Wei Xuanlang turned his eyes back to the book: "Send a few people to watch Gongsunfeng."

That's right, once his appearance changed, how would his elder brother Xiao Yan recognize him on the Naihe Bridge, beside the Sansheng Stone in the future.

Wei Xuanlang stroked the Taotie mask and smiled wryly, he really is a boring person, no more romantic than Xue Yong, he never thought of this.

Murong Ting: "...Yes, Young Master."

"The face is covered with dust, and the temples are like frost, even if we meet again, we should not know each other."

"Brother Ting, what are you mumbling about?" Murong Ye was still sleeping, when he heard his younger brother go back to the room, he turned over and asked dissatisfied.

"I'm talking about our young master." Murong Ting sighed: "I'm afraid that Xiao Yan won't know him when he goes to hell."

Murong Ye sat up without any sleepiness, touched Murong Ting's forehead and pinched others: "Is it not bewitched?"

Crazy talk, he can't understand.

"Brother." Murong Ting pulled him away: "What do you think we will be like in another 30 years?"

Murong Ye: "The skin is like a dead tree, and the hair and beard are all white. It's similar to the old man who feeds the horse in the military camp."

Murong Ting hugged his head and buried him under the quilt, he didn't want to be like the old man who fed horses in the military camp.

and many more.

The old man who fed the horses in the barracks.

Murong Ting suddenly raised his head again.

He remembered an inexplicable incident. The last time he inspected the military camp before leaving Beijing at the end of the twelfth lunar month last year, the grooms in the military looked much older for no reason, but they were still his own brothers when asked by name. Si, did not think elsewhere.

Even if we meet, we should not know each other.

Murong Ting suddenly covered his heart: "Brother, I think something is going to happen."

Could it be that those conspicuous grooms in the barracks were just pretending to be subtle?

Xue Yong seemed to be reminding him of something.

Murong Ye: "..."

At this moment, very quickly, they heard the sound of footsteps outside suddenly gathering.

Murong Ting rushed to the front yard as if flying, only to hear someone replying: "Duke, General Jing'an, it's not good, someone sent an urgent report to the capital last night, saying that the fence talisman appeared in the hidden pot guarded by our Wei family. Guan, now it is spread everywhere that the late emperor's talisman of forming a fence is in our Weifu."

really.

Wei Xianzhi stood up from the teacher's chair with a serious face: "Who sent the urgent report back to Beijing? Who has the Jieli Talisman?"

The Wei family didn't get any news beforehand.

The young general replied: "Drinking on New Year's Eve, the little general He Rongxian of the third battalion was playing with his subordinates, and was pulled out of his sleeve..."

"He Rongxian?" Wei Xuanlang said in a deep voice.

He Rongxian is the nephew of the exiled ex-Military Minister He Yue. Because his elder sister had an engagement with the nephew of a concubine from the Wei family, he followed the Wei family since he was a child. He is a well-deserved general.

He is also one of the generals of Yinhu Pass.

The young general replied, "It's him, General."

Wei Xuanlang's eyes were dark, and he didn't answer his words.

First, He Yue was dismissed from office and exiled, and his two sons and daughters were bought by Xue Yong. He had no choice but to go to Xue's mansion to redeem them. Then Jieli Talisman appeared, and the old affairs between him and Xiao Yan were revealed. There is a ring, treacherous and unpredictable, but it is impossible to see who is the person on the bright side.

Jane Chengcong.

Xue Yong.

Wei Xuanlang's heart skipped a beat.

well.

He knows everything.

When Xue Yong heard the wind in his clothes, he looked back and was enveloped by the cold sword energy. He didn't care, he just raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Fei Qing, I haven't seen you for a few days, how is the new year?"

"I'm afraid I will call you His Highness the King of Gu?" Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

Gu Wang Jian Guangyi, the third son of the former emperor Jian Chengjue, was killed with his father by Chen Ying in Danchen Palace at the age of five, posthumously named Prince Guangzhao.

The year after the first emperor Jian Chengjue was killed by poison, the tomb of Crown Prince Guangzhao was stolen. What was strange was that what the thieves saw after entering was an empty tomb with no coffins and other things. Since then, they have spread word of mouth in private , Said that Gu Wang Jian Guangyi was not dead, but he was rescued by someone, so he must still be alive in this world.

Since he didn't die, it's most likely that Jian Chengjue's talisman for building fences was used by him to confuse the world.

Besides, counting the years, he has already grown up, and it's time to come out and make trouble.

Xue Yong smiled: "Little General Wei suspects that I am the orphan of the Xiao Mansion for a while, and suspects that I am the orphan of the late emperor for a while. Dare I ask if the young general has heard a word?"

Wei Xuanlang looked at him coldly, his eyes were like a millennium cold pool, the inner room that was warm like spring suddenly became cold like winter.

"If you inquire about a person too much, sooner or later you will be thinking about it." Xue Yong looked at him and said, "Feiqing's eyes are full of affection."

This life is so good, with phoenix eyes and eyebrows, jade skin and thin lips, plump and handsome, but probably because of killing too many animals on the battlefield, that Shura's evil aura is too heavy, it's a pity for this good manners in vain.

Even if Xiao Yan came back to life, he might not be able to bear this evil.

"Hiss—" Wei Xuanlang's sword flew towards him, and it was instantly pierced into the face door. Accompanied by a rising mist of blood, Xue Yong's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

The pain was so bad that I almost passed out.

"Hiss!" The sword went deeper with the strength of his palm, and instantly the flesh and blood flew away, and the cinnabar mole that looked like a red plum was lifted open, revealing the roots that snaked deep in the flesh and blood. , Immortal.

Xue's generation has a talented person, and the cinnabar once touched the face of frost and snow.

Not Xiao Yan, nor Jian Guangyi.

It was Xue Yong.

The blood was flowing down, the skin that was originally gelatinous was already faintly blue, and the setting sun in winter was hitting it, Xue Yong closed his eyes, and he was already as angry as silk.

"I saved you, this sword is even." Wei Xuanlang's tone was dull, and he pulled out the dagger with his backhand. Blood gushed out from Xue Yong's forehead, staining his brocade robe.

Away from the crimson and sweet smell, Xue Yong slowly opened his eyes, and tenderness slowly floated up from the end of his eyes: "I'm sorry."

Feiqing, I'm sorry.

Wei Xuanlang didn't look at him, he drew back and disappeared in the cold spring in a flash.

His heart is completely dead.

The wound on Xue Yong's forehead did not heal until the first month passed, and the spring began in February. After that day, the servant of the Wei Mansion sent a high-quality medicine for knife wounds, which was probably ordered by Wei Xuanlang. The medicine is warm and moist, delicate The fat-like ointment, which is cool when applied to his forehead, saved him a lot of suffering.

Xiao Mansion is elegantly built, and you can see the beauty of this place as soon as the spring begins. The rockery after the rain, the small and round lotus leaves in the lotus pond, and the dots of peach trees are just the right scenery at a glance, very pleasant .

"Your son intends to keep me forever?" Xue Yong bent down and picked up a small stone and threw it into the lake, the splash of water hit the face of the half-sleeping man on the rockery.

Murong Ye woke up in a jerk, and said perfunctorily: "Why, Mr. Xue is not willing to do such a good thing?"

"I heard that Mr. Wei's wedding is coming soon. I live here. It's not good to hear it from outside." Xue Yong said through a spring water, and there were waves of ripples on the water surface.

What's more, Wei Xuanlang is going to marry Princess Tongcheng.

After the incident at Yinhuguan, the Chen family made a statement that Emperor Jing'an's personal soldiers fell into the hands of the Wei family, and immediately ordered the household department to withhold the military pay, military rations, and cloth sent to the border by the mouth of the emperor, and the food and grass were pinched Stay, the Wei family was caught off guard, wanted to put all their eggs in one basket, and was afraid that a panic attack would put 10,000+ troops in danger. The Wei family and his son weighed a compromise, and after a compromise, they agreed to marry the princess of Tongcheng, marry the royal family, and increase the fief Only in the food town can a stable supply of salaries and food for hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the future.

"Xue Yong, you are so dishonest, how dare you inquire about my son's marriage." Murong Ye sneered and jumped up to Xue Yong, grabbing his wrist: "Who did you bribe in this yard?"

Xue Yong couldn't get away from him, and squinted his spring-like eyes: "My ears are sharp, and I can hear ants moving ten miles away, not to mention the big news of the princess getting married."

Murong Ye exerted all his strength and pushed Xue Yong on the rockery: "Xue Yong, since my young master rescued you from the Chen Manor, if you don't repay your kindness, you will never get out from here."

My son has already taken on the reputation of being a good man, and he must not be slobbered again.

"The grace of saving life must be repaid." Xue Yong said with a smile.

If he wanted to repay his kindness with his body, Wei Xuanlang would not want it anyway.

Murong Ye snorted coldly, and fled away, not knowing where to hide.

Xue Yong smiled helplessly, found another place under the shade of a tree, and went to play chess with himself.

Qingshan never tires of three cups of wine, and only needs one game of chess in a long day.

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