Mr. Jiang is not driving today

13 years ago.

In front of a wonton stall in the city of Yuhang, a large pot was opened, and the steaming heat brought with it the freshness of fresh green onions and saury meat.The little girl selling wontons took out a bowl, put it in a blue and white porcelain bowl, and brought it to a wooden table. Just as she was about to put it down, a fan pressed against the table, blocking her movement.

The owner of the fan raised his head and smiled brightly, like a gracefully planted lotus, but there is an unspeakable evil and charm in it, like the clouds floating in the sky, changing for no reason, but seeing a beauty.

There is a mellow bass in his voice, as if a little charm can be transmitted directly to the heart: "Sorry, I didn't order this, it's my brother."

The girl at the wonton stand blushed suddenly, turned her head slightly, and saw the young man sitting on the other side of the table.

The appearance of that young man is exactly the same as that of the former one, there is almost no difference except for a hazel mole under his eyes.

The young man sat there quietly, laughing before saying a word, but his demeanor was completely suppressed by the man with a romantic demeanor in his bones, so it didn't seem so eye-catching.

He nodded to the girl and said politely, "Thank you."

The girl nodded, put down the bowl, and was about to leave when the fan made of bamboo bones flipped over and pressed her cuffs, the girl's fingers became stiff and cold from tension, and she felt a hard plug when she was not holding it. into the palm of my own, and then the mellow and intoxicating voice came to my ears again: "Miss, you forgot to collect the money."

Watching the back of the girl leaving in a hurry, Ying Yisheng propped her chin with a fan and smiled heartily.

Ying Yige on the opposite side showed disapproval on his face: "Yisheng, since you have married Miss Gongwan, don't be so cowardly outside. If you let Master know, you will be punished. Master said Always respect the rules..."

After flipping the fan in his hand, Ying Yi laughed and said, "What are rules? Rules are bastards."

Ying Yige bit her lip slightly, and frowned: "Yisheng..."

Before he finished speaking, a fan was thrown on his purple-blonde hair crown, hitting his head down: "There are no rules, call me brother."

Ying Yige: "...Brother..."

Ying Yisheng didn't realize how double-standard her words were at all, she just looked at her younger brother with a smile on her chin.

Ying Yige sighed.

Isn't my elder brother like this, every movement has a provocative charm, that charming bone is completely brought out from the womb, and the spiritual root is more than twice as strong as his own, so that the two brothers clearly The appearance is generally the same, but the elder brother can always get more attention and attention than himself.

But Ying Yige likes this very much.He has a quiet temperament, if his elder brother wants to be a peacock, then he will be a sparrow, lying on his elder brother, pecking at his feathers and catching insects, this day is quite safe.

Thinking of this, Ying Yige pushed the bowl towards Ying Yisheng.

Ying Yisheng pushed it back again, his words were full of contempt: "I don't like this kind of country food." He said, he turned his face to the direction of the soup pot, and the girl from the wonton stand who was peeking at him immediately turned ashamed Turning his eyes away, he put his face on his face and added with a smile, "...but the people in the countryside are still quite pretty."

Ying Yige: "...Brother!"

Hearing this dissatisfied reprimand, Ying Yisheng turned his face again, his peach blossom eyes slightly bent: "...Yi Ge, are you jealous?"

Ying Yige was adding vinegar to the soup, when he heard it, half of his face turned red: "Why are you jealous! Brother is talking nonsense!... I mean Miss Gong Wan, she has been in love with you since she was a child, It will be very sad to know that you are hanging out like this outside..."

Ying Yisheng raised his hand and ordered a pot of wine, and smiled even more when he heard the words: "I don't care if she is sad or not. It's not like you don't know, I haven't felt for her since I was a child."

Hearing this, Ying Yige raised his head in disbelief: "...Why did elder brother agree to the marriage contract?"

Ying Yisheng slyly moved closer to the puzzled young man on the opposite side, until he was close to the tip of his nose, then lowered his voice and said: "...First, since she took the initiative to propose marriage to Master, I can only agree to it." .Otherwise she and Master will lose face. If Master loses face, can I still live like this? Can I still go out with you every day to eat clove wontons?"

Speaking of this, he tapped the table with his fingertips: "This is the second... Give me a bite, and I'll tell you after I give you a bite."

Ying Yige: "...Don't you not eat?"

Ying Yisheng clicked his tongue, and tapped the table with his fingertips as if urging.

He had no choice but to scoop up a spoon resignedly, and while no one around was paying attention, he quickly poked the porcelain spoon into Ying Yisheng's mouth, then pretended nothing had happened, retracted the spoon, lowered his head and slowly mixed the soup.

Ying Yisheng was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Secondly, I'm about to be promoted to the acting sect master of 'Gong Zheng'. If I want to keep my foothold, she is indispensable..."

Singer Ying knocked the spoon on the rim of the bowl, and looked up at Ying Yisheng, but Ying Yisheng wisely didn't say the following words, shrugged, and then pointed to his mouth, indicating that Ying Yisheng should Yi Ge do something.

Ying Yige scooped up a spoonful angrily, and stuffed soup and water into his mouth: "Brother, can you speak some decent human language?"

Ying Yisheng chewed the food in his mouth, sat back to the original place, and raised his third finger, but what he said was completely unexpected by Ying Yige: "...you like Miss Gongwan right?"

Ying Yige was startled, and soon, that face similar to Ying Yisheng climbed up into big red clouds, and the tips of his ears were red and limp as if they were boiled, he lowered his head in a panic, The spoon poked at the wontons floating on the ocher soup, he couldn't even utter a single sentence: "You're talking nonsense... um..."

Ying Yi let out a low laugh, and the toe of his boot tapped Ying Yige's knee that was trembling nervously: "I did this for you, Yige."

Ying Yige raised his head in bewilderment, and bumped into Ying Yisheng's eyes full of playful smiles. The two only looked at each other for a few seconds, and the former's face turned red slightly, and anger leaked from his eyes, like An angry little lamb: "You...don't tell me that's what you thought!"

Ying Yisheng spread his hands: "What's the matter? Anyway, the two of us often switch back and forth. Didn't Ah Wan not distinguish between you and me at the banquet last time?" He leaned halfway over the table, using the back of his hand Patted Ying Yige's chest, "Don't say it, you still look like me after imitating me."

Ying Yige knocked off his hand, and suddenly got up: "Ying Yisheng!"

Ying Yisheng picked out his ear, ignored the watching eyes from all around, lazily rested his mouth on one hand: "Yi Ge, brother is really wholeheartedly for your own good. Look, I'm not interested in Ah Wan. You have a deep love for Ah Wan, and when the house is consummated, you will do more for your brother. As long as you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, how will Ah Wan know?"

Ying Yige picked up the sea bowl of wontons, and seemed to want to splash all the soup and water on Ying Yisheng's face, but Ying Yisheng opened his eyes slightly, with a grievance and innocence on his face: "...What's the matter? Brother gets the benefit, you get the beauty, and Ah Wan gets me, so everyone's wishes come true. The best of all three."

Ying Yige was ashamed and annoyed, but he couldn't bear to do it, he hesitated for a while, but he slammed down the bowl and left angrily.

Ying Yisheng sat there in a daze for a long while, then pulled the bowl that Ying Yige hadn't had time to take a bite of in front of him, scooped up a spoonful, and complained with a smile: "...wasting food, disrespecting elder brother, no rules .”

After the meal was over, Ying Yisheng got up, bought some small snacks and gadgets, and planned to give them to Gong Wan after returning to the mountain, to please her.

Although it is superficial kung fu for acting on the occasion, it still needs to be sufficient.

He turned half a street and bought some tea and snacks that Ying Yige had always loved here and there. He walked around the cloudy Wuxian Mountain and arrived at the main mountain of Yuhang. When passing by the gate of the mountain, he keenly captured Seeing a figure with a nine-section flute pinned to his waist, he took the initiative to greet with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Zhengxin?"

The back froze for a moment, then turned around, a smile was on his fair and pretty face, and his tone was intimate and warm: "Junior Brother Yisheng? Why, did you sneak out to play again?"

Ying Yisheng scratched his hair, and gave him a bright and incomparable smile: "How could it be sneaking?" He picked up the big bag in his hand and shook it in front of Lin Zhengxin, "...It's just for Junior Sister Ah Wan. Just run an errand. Brother, don't go to the master to complain, or the master will punish me for copying ancient music scores, it's not good."

The smile on the corners of Lin Zhengxin's lips became more and more exaggerated. Due to the excessive force, his facial muscles were deformed and distorted: "Junior Brother and Junior Sister have a deep relationship, and love is deep. If Master knows, he should be happy.... By the way, Master Said, there are demons haunting Fengfu Mountain in Jiangyin recently, and I specially told you and me to go together to get rid of the demons..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sky-blue figure flashed out from one side. Lin Zhengxin was only halfway through his sentence when his eyes glanced at that figure, and a warm and natural smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Junior Sister Ah Wan?"

A pair of catkins grabbed the corner of Ying Yisheng's clothes. Its owner raised his face and looked at his almost perfect profile with admiration: "Brother, where have you been? Let me find it easier."

Lin Zhengxin's expression suddenly collapsed, but Gong Wan turned his head at this moment, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she focused on Zhengxin's distorted smiling face before she could adjust it in the future: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? "

Before Lin Zhengxin had time to say anything in the future, Ying Yisheng smiled at Gong Wan: "It's okay, senior brother, he's just not feeling well....Senior brother, do you want to go back and rest?"

In the second half of the sentence, Ying Yisheng looked into Lin Zhengxin's eyes and kept a gentleman's smile in his heart, restraining himself: "Junior Brother, you and Junior Sister should have something else to say... I'll go back to the slack first. Go to Yangzhai, you guys chat slowly."

Two blushes appeared on Gong Wan's face, she lightly grabbed Ying Yisheng's sky-blue clothes, and rubbed them in small balls.

Ying Yisheng lowered his head, smiled charmingly at Gong Wan, and turned to leave with her.

Lin Zhengxin's expression completely collapsed the moment the two turned around.

...Damn it.

How can such a rich and scumbag be worthy of Junior Sister Ah Wan?

He is not sincere towards Junior Sister Ah Wan at all!

Although the master said that he loved and loved him more, he was also dissatisfied with the surname Ying, but he was helplessly talented and broke through the golden core stage at a young age. I begged for this marriage from my master, I am afraid that I will not let it go no matter what...

Lin Zhengxin twisted his body and walked away from Ying Yisheng, but a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...But, if Ying Yisheng dies unexpectedly, I'm afraid Junior Sister will have to let go, right?