A glass of sick wine

It was the first day after the snow, and the faint winter sun penetrated into the window lattice.

The low-hanging curtain is rolled up, and outside the transparent skein window is the Qionglou Yuyu amidst the shining snow.

Yin Yanzhuo and Fang Qiduo sat at a small table under the window.

Yin Yan said to drink tea at will, so there is no drinking.

Tea is a bitter herbal tea, but wine is mellow and delicious.

Therefore, how could Fang be in a good mood.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the chair covered with thick sable fur, looking elegant and relaxed, as if he was drinking a fine wine.

Yin Yanzhuo felt a little more comfortable in the past two days. He didn't wear heavy fur in the Nuan Pavilion, but only wore a light plain robe. Eyelashes lowered, slender fingers holding a bone flower porcelain cup, as he sips and drinks slowly, he vaguely recalls the noble son of a Jiangnan family many years ago.

Fang Qiyou asked: "Master Yin left Linjiang and came to the capital, I'm afraid it has been a while?"

Yin Yanzhuo nodded: "It's been a few years."

"Grandpa Yin's Linjiang," Fang Qiyou picked up the bamboo chopsticks and tapped on the table: "The good wine and food in Linjiang Jiangyin Zuixian Tower, old people will never forget it."

Hearing him mention it, Yin Yan felt a little melancholy: "Mr. Fang has also been to Zuixianlou? The Zuixianjiu there is really good."

"When the old man lived in Linjiang, he once went to the Zuixianlou because of the fame." Fang Qi had a narrow smile in the corner of his eyes: "It is said that the poem on Linjiang written on the pillar on the attic was written by a Linjiang city official. After drinking and singing in the Zuixian Tower, the son of the aristocratic family dripped down the question, and I don’t know how many literati have come to watch it over the years, it is really a romantic affair in the Zuixian Tower, I don’t know if Lord Yin knows a thing or two about it?"

Yin Yanzhuo looked at Fang Qiyou's eyes with a hint of good-natured ridicule, hesitated for a moment, and still smiled and said: "At that time, Yin was young and careless, and he never expected that he would become a joke in the future, like this, It’s also a blessing.”

"Haha," Fang Qiyou let out a hearty laugh, "It turns out that Lord Yin is the one in my way!"

Yin Yanzhuo replied indifferently: "Mr. Bide is here because of his pleasure."

Fang Qi glanced at him: "Now you don't touch it at all?"

"He's not as good as before," Yin Yanzhuo replied casually, "Sometimes I get short of breath after drinking, and I get annoying when I stay in the cold and scold."

"How can you give up such a beautiful thing?" Fang Qiyou poured a glass of wine: "He is not here now, Lord Yin, would you like to have a drink?"

Yin Yanzhuo took the glass cup with a slight smile: "Thank you sir for your kindness."

Holding his glass, he took a sip.

Did Fang ask: "Master Yin, does he know that the owner of the villa is going out today?"

"Well," Yin Yan took another sip of wine slowly: "He mentioned it last night."

Fang Qiyou said: "Master Yin, do you know what he did?"

"I don't really understand his affairs." Yin Yanzhuo still had that expression of fading interest: "The business of Dingzong Villa is one case after another. How can I be distracted and remember so much?"

Fang Qiyou was still unhurried: "Master Yin doesn't know something, but the owner of the villa is not doing business this time, but paying a consultation fee for the old man."

Yin Yanzhuo just followed his topic politely: "But I don't know what treasure Mr. Fang wants?"

Fang Qiyou smiled playfully: "Master Yin's precious body is naturally worth the big price paid by Master Leng."

At this moment, Yin Yanzhuo raised his eyes to look at him. The wine glass in his hand was gently put down on the table, but there was a ray of sharpness in his eyes: "But Mr. Fang, please speak clearly."

"Master Yin, don't be surprised," Fang Qiyou chuckled, "What I want is——"

Yin Yanzhuo just looked at him calmly.

He let it go slowly: "On the top of Pinglu Mountain in Qingzhou, under the Fuhua Gate, the owner of the gate is purple and stuffed—the head on the neck."

Yin Yanzhuo's right hand resting on the table shook lightly.

A few drops of tea splashed out on the back of Ruyu's white hand, which quickly turned into a few hot red dots.

Yin Yanzhuo stood up holding his cane, and said calmly, "Mr. Fang, please sit down first. Yin will stay with you for a while."

Fang Qi held the jug in one hand, watched the tall figure in the plain robe hurriedly lift the curtain and walked out, and drank another cup with a smile.

Yin Yanzhuo quickly walked out of the Nuan Pavilion leaning on a cane.

Xun Fu stood guard at the door, startled: "Master Yin, where are you going..."

Yin Yanzhuo ignored him and walked outside the door.

Xun Fu hurriedly called out: "Hurry up and help Lord Yin!"

Yin Yanzhuo left the study room and walked out of the side hall, two servants hurried up: "Master Yin, be careful—"

Yin Yanzhuo supported the hand of a boy in Tsing Yi, stepped out of the gate, passed through the courtyard, and when he passed through the hanging flower gate outside the courtyard, his body suddenly swayed weakly, already on the verge of falling.

Seeing that his face was in pain and tired, the supporting servant called him in a trembling voice: "Master Yin..."

Yin Yan was panting for breath and couldn't speak for a while.

Just now he got up from the pavilion in a hurry, and after walking for such a short distance in a hurry, he felt bloody breath all over his mouth, so he stood firm while holding on to his cane, and a large swath of faint shadows spread before his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to go forward again. Xun Fu led a few boys who usually served in Nuan Pavilion to follow behind him, but he didn't dare to stop him rashly. The messenger came over with a chariot, you take a slow breath..."

Yin Yanzhuo gasped for breath and continued to walk forward.

Passed through another moon gate, bypassed the lotus pond, and saw a group of men and horses at the end of the veranda from a distance, all dressed in black, and the swords on their backs gleamed coldly.

The tall figure with tightly bound black hair at the head is Leng Suchou.

He took a quick breath, closed his eyes and fell back limply.

"Master Yin!" The people behind hurriedly rushed forward, catching his body in a hurry.

I saw Yin Yanzhuo's face was pale, and his body was weakly leaning against the porch pillar, gasping for breath.

Xun Fu hurriedly said, "Please come quickly to the owner!"

Yin Yanzhuo didn't faint, but weakly supported the servant's hand, and raised his eyes to look at a group of people who were ready to go not far away.

Leng Suchou saw the movement here when he looked back.

His face changed slightly, and he passed by the end of the corridor: "What's going on?"

Yin Yanzhuo couldn't stop panting, he was so tired that his mind was dazed, and he broke out in cold sweat.

Leng Suchou quickly took the sable fur from the servant and put it on him, took out a handkerchief and wiped off the cold sweat on his face, and took a warm stove for him to snuggle up to, and then said: "Why did you come out? "

Yin Yanzhuo weakly held Xun Fu's hand and gasped for breath, coughing and struggling to utter a few words: "You, you are going..."

"Don't worry, take a break first." Leng Suchou carefully supported him, letting him lean on him to breathe.

Yin Yanzhuo took a breath, but still insisted on asking, "Are you going to... Qingzhou?"

Leng Suchou reached out and hugged his weak body: "Why do you suddenly care about my whereabouts?"

Xun Fu waved his hand, followed by a few servants who bowed their heads and retreated to the outside of the corridor.

Yin Yanzhuo panted softly: "You...are not yet Yue Zisai's opponent."

Leng Suchou didn't answer, he just stroked his chest to comfort him.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned against him and waited for his breath to calm down for a while, then gritted his teeth and said coldly: "How can the broken body and sick bones be worthy of the owner's personal risk? This disease, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it!"

Leng Su Qiu Wenyan smiled slightly, with a little joy on his face: "I just like to talk angry words."

"Leng Suchou touched his cheek affectionately: "You want to torment yourself like this."

Yin Yanzhuo was unable to speak for a while, and just looked at him stubbornly.

Leng Suchou looked into his eyes, and his face gradually became gentle: "Yue Zisai's Flickering Sword is famous all over the world. I have intended to meet him for a while. Don't worry, even if I lose, I won't die in the world." His men."

"20 years ago, when he swept away the masters of all factions on the top of Lijun Mountain, the sword technique he used was extremely powerful..." Yin Yanzhuo breathed weakly, and fell in front of him: "Now that he is over sixty years old, you don't have to worry war--"

Yin Yanzhuo coughed a few times in a low voice, and his voice was already breathless: "Although Yue Zisai's saber technique is fast, the flaw lies in the gap in the rotation, on the handle of the saber..."

Leng Suchou held his hand: "Yan Zhuo, I understand."

Yin Yanzhuo nodded and stood up holding his cane.

Leng Suchou didn't say much: "Yingyi has organized a good team and is waiting in front of the village, take care of yourself."

"Leng Suqiu," Yin Yanzhuo called him suddenly: "If you die under Yue Zisai's knife, how will you treat this big Zhuangzi?"

The proud smile on Leng Suchou's face turned into a tenderness that has been repeated thousands of times. He put a token that had been saved in the palm of his hand into Yin Yanzhuo's hand: "I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but I was afraid You don't want it."

Yin Yanzhuo knew without looking, that it was a golden token representing the highest commanding power of Dingzong Villa.

Leng Suchou calmly explained: "If I'm not in the village, the Thirteen Shadow Guards will follow your orders, and I've already arranged for other matters to be taken care of by people. Just take care of yourself and don't bother."

After he finished speaking briefly, without waiting for Yin Yanzhuo to have any comments, he immediately turned around and stepped on the horse neatly.

The tip of Yin Yanzhuo's nose was red from the cold, and he felt that his entire chest was as cold as a needle prick between his breaths. He stood with difficulty while holding on to his cane, and he couldn't speak anymore as he looked at him.

Leng Suchou didn't look at him again, he just waved his whip and clamped the horse's belly, and galloped forward.

Yin Yanzhuo stood in the cold wind until the person and horse passed through the empty martial arts field and disappeared at the end of the gate of the villa. Then he looked away, and there were figures spinning in front of him.

He clenched the golden token that was still warm in the palm of his hand.