Falling flowers do not return

What, but also stopped his action.

"It's not Shangguan Feiyan."

Hua Manlou was full of doubts in his words: "Someone threw the key into the dungeon, his footsteps were heavy, and there was still a heavy smell of blood on his body."

The blood on that person's body was very heavy, so heavy that he was far away from Huamanlou, who was still shocked by the strong smell.

Such ominous bloody, either just killed someone, or suffered serious life-threatening injuries.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart sank.

Shangguan Feiyan had the key in his hand, and was forcing Zixu to drink the medicine again.

Those who can get the key don't do what they want.

Huo Xiu obviously thought of it too.

"Shi Zixu!"

He gritted his teeth, glared angrily at Lu Xiaofeng and the two of them, then hurriedly sat back on the chair and patted the armrest.

Where there is life, there is hope.

There was nothing he could do to those two people by staying here, so Huo Xiu decided to run away immediately.

The smug smile on the old man's face became louder and louder with the sound of the machine running——

"Crack."

The buzzer stopped, and Huo Xiu remained where he was.

"..."

"..."

Hua Manlou was at a loss: "...he ran away?"

"The mechanism is broken, probably."

Lu Xiaofeng took one last look at Huo Xiu, whose smile was frozen, and walked straight out: "Sitting on a golden mountain... Heh, I'm bound in a cocoon."

这年头，一言不合就躺棺材最新更新:2016-10-2312:00:00

The richest man in the world is very rich.

Therefore, his jewelry pavilion is also very large.

He was so old that Lu Xiaofeng, who used to be Huo Xiu's friend, had never seen the whole building. After he and Hua Manlou left Huo Xiu, who was still in the cage, he searched for nearly a quarter of an hour before finding the room where he was sitting. teenagers.

Huamanlou heard the voice of people, and opened the door the next breath, the thick bloody smell that rushed to his face made him rush forward in three steps at a time, stretching out his hand to hold the weak source of breathing.

"Zixu!"

The moment the slender fingers touched the young man's clothes, they were as warm as flowers and lost their softness—his fingertips were covered with sticky wetness that made people feel uneasy.

It is the touch of human blood.

Lu Xiaofeng, who followed closely behind, kept his eyes away silently.

The room was empty except for one person and one thing.

An extremely luxurious looking, black coffin made of golden nanmu.

As well as the young man who kept dripping red liquid from the upper lip corner of the coffin, who was slightly raising his eyes to stare at Huamanlou.

The boy didn't know how long he had been waiting here, and he didn't know how much life-supporting blood he had lost.

Large expanses of peonies stretched and bloomed on the golden fabric, and the blood-stained black and red petals withered and shrank, just like the little life left by a young man.

"Hua Man Lou, I thought you wouldn't come after you found out...but I'm glad you came."

The young man's words were intermittent: "Huo Xiu told you, right? Tell you that as long as I am willing to kill you or Lu Xiaofeng, brother will let me go..."

Hua Manlou's hands supporting Shi Zixu suddenly became stiff.

——Huo Xiu did not mention these.

The latter noticed this, and became more and more certain in his heart that the elegant young man in front of him came here just because of his personality.

The corners of his lips slowly curled into a self-deprecating arc: "I was sent to Peach Blossom Castle, but I actually had a mission..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The boy suddenly trembled violently, then bent over and coughed non-stop: "Ahem!!!"

"Zixu, stop talking!"

More and more warm liquid fell on Huamanlou's palm along with the boy's muffled cough, and the latter bent down immediately and decided to take the boy away.

"Listen to me! You only need to move me now, and none of the three of us can get out of this gate!"

As soon as the young man grasped Hua Manlou's hand resting on his waist, he yelled and saw the latter's movements stopped, he took a few breaths and continued: "My brother's condition for me to live... was to kill You, or kill Lu Xiaofeng."

From the moment Lu Xiaofeng Huamanlou entered the door, the young man whose eyes had been on Huamanlou's body turned his head with difficulty, and turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng who couldn't help but take a step forward after hearing the words: "Lu Xiaofeng, you haven't been thinking clearly, have you? Where did the thunderbolt cloud bomb come from? I threw it—my brother wanted the Jade Buddha of the Vast Sea...and I could have joined hands with Song Wencao to kill you two without anyone noticing."

——The fact is that the boy saved the two of them.

"I have half an hour to live, and as soon as I stop breathing...put me in a coffin, and then you—"

"son--"

"I said, don't interrupt me!"

Shi Zixu's chest rose and fell violently. He closed his eyes and opened them again: "Just leave here. If my master finds you, don't say you've seen me... Hua Man Lou, there is the entire Hua family behind you. I don't want the entire Peach Blossom Fort to be buried with me...my brother can definitely do it, his strength is far beyond what martial arts people can compete with."

The young man turned his head again with difficulty, and looked at the gentle young man who was "staring" at him with his gradually cloudy eyes: "I have had countless opportunities in these years, but I have missed them time and time again. Huamanlou, what do you say?" Am I stupid? Even if I kill you, my brother will let me go, but I can’t do it. I can live if I kill Lu Xiaofeng, but I don’t want to see your sad expression, and I don’t want to be exposed to you. You become an enemy."

"Before I met you, I always thought that nothing in this world was more important than my life, and I would do whatever it takes to survive—and there was nothing more filthy than the place I used to be, and the people there were like each other. The encroaching Gu worms either die or kill—I lost, so I was sent to Peach Blossom Castle, and I can't even control my own life."

The young man coughed, and gulps of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs poured out from his lips and teeth.

Hua Manlou is also a blood man now.

He quietly sat on the coffin, and embraced Shi Zixu in his arms, just as he gently embraced the frail child when he first met.

"I killed Song Wencao, and before he died...I blew up the room with thunderbolt fire cloud bombs...Destroyed the evidence, so...Lu Xiaofeng couldn't see the clue...Just now I seriously injured your favorite Shangguan Feiyan ...You must be begging me very much now."

"will not."

Hua Manlou's voice was dry and her throat was bitter.

The speech became more and more intermittent, and the young man leaning against Mr. Ruyu almost gasped every few words: "I am not a good person... Hua Man Lou, you changed me... You are the one in my life." The first to touch bright colors...you let me learn to express my emotions as I want, learn to laugh, learn to cry, learn to be sad...but you are so clean, you value every life, you never kill...the lives in my hands are not counted Even if I have never killed a single person in the three years since I arrived at Peach Blossom Castle...the past cannot be changed...you must have sensed it in your heart, so you have always rejected it, and you have always disliked it..."

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.

His eyes were slightly opened, the light in them was completely dissipated, and the pupils gradually enlarged.

The boy leaned on Huamanlou's chest obediently, without making any noise.

She will not ask Hua Manlou to like him anymore.

"...Zixu?"

"...Zixu?"

"...Zixu?"

Huamanlou called three times, but the boy in his arms did not respond.

With trembling fingertips, he slowly pressed against the young man's cheek, testing the latter's breath.

However, no.

Not even a tiny bit.

No matter how he tried, how he tried to hear the familiar breathing sound, there was nothing.

"...Brother Hua."

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, covered the boy's eyelids, and wiped it lightly.

The latter closed his eyes accordingly.

"Zixu...where did he come from?"

"Status is precious, so don't talk too much. If you hide filth, you will kill your brothers."

Huamanlou still embraced the lifeless young man, and said in a low voice, "You and I, even the one who can't compete with Taohuabao—Brother Lu must have guessed it."

Lu Xiaofeng's two eyebrows were tangled together again: "Yes."

If it was as he guessed—Hua Manlou really had to leave Zixu's body here.

He could not care about Lu Xiaofeng living everywhere, but Peach Blossom Fort was a clear target.

There is no choice.

Huamanlou would not fail to think of this.

He put his knees and hugged Zixu who had never been so quiet. Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng pushed the top of the coffin away with his palm.

Golden nanmu, in such a high-standard coffin, lies the once fresh life.

"Brother Lu, do you know where there is well water?"

Hua Manlou supported the coffin with a calm expression: "...Let's go get some water."

"I know where it is."

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh, stepped forward and grabbed Hua Manlou's arm - he was afraid that if this continued, his friend would collapse: "Brother Hua, let's go."

"boom!"

To the surprise of the two, they were about to take a few steps out of the room, and the supposedly solid room behind them collapsed quickly without warning, as if being pressed down by an invisible hand, and the dust that was raised instantly blurred the surroundings everything of.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Jewelry Pavilion trembled violently.

"Zixu!!!"

"Brother Hua!"

Lu Xiaofeng used all his strength to pull Huamanlou away from the spot: "There may be a mechanism in this entire Jewelery Pavilion, we must leave!!!"

Four days later.

The seagulls spread their wings in the air, hovering along the trajectory of the wind, and finally landed on the dark coffin floating on the sea, hanging their small heads to comb their smooth and fine feathers.

It has been flying for four days with the huge log under its feet.

The simple bird doesn't understand why there are delicious small fishes gathered around the big log. It just knows that it can fill its stomach by following the log.

——If you have fish to eat and a place to rest your feet, why not do it?

After the seagull combed its feathers, it looked at the small fish looming around the wood with satisfaction.

"It'll be there soon, you guys lift up the coffin and send it to Bao Su's waist."

A woman stood on the board and ordered so.

The fishy sea breeze blew her thick black hair, but it didn't add any fireworks to the beautiful woman with aloof expression.

She stood behind the boatman who followed the instructions to drag the coffin bit by bit, her face was expressionless, and she couldn't see whether she was happy or angry.

In fact, she was partly happy and partly angry.

Annoyed that the person in the coffin is no more normal than the person on the island, and happy that he can finally get out of the disgusting thing—the person in the coffin will do it for him.

A couple of lunatics.

Thinking of this, the woman's eyes became a little colder.

Panting heavily, the boatmen finally pulled up the increasingly heavy coffin after soaking in water, and the boat just docked.

In summer, the green island is full of life, whether it is people or animals.

The woman walked in front of the coffin being carried, familiarly walked around the most lively place on the island, and finally stopped in front of a single building with a snow-white body as if carved from fine porcelain.

"You carry the coffin through the door and you can leave."

The woman glanced at the plaque on the small building with the words "wrapped waist" written on it, and her displeasure increased.

This small building with a ridiculous name is probably the most valuable place on the island besides the money bank.

Although she never had the chance to go beyond the first floor, just the first floor was enough to dazzle people.

The sapphire floor, the sapphire window, the mahogany table and chairs inlaid with gold, the tribute tea in the silver tea set, the ambergris burning day and night, and hundreds of luminous pearls shining above the head at night——

Not to mention whether such a small building is really comfortable to live in, but when the person in the coffin made such a request, the owner of the island agreed without hesitation.

They even sent people from the land to continuously send ice flowers protected by internal force in summer, just for the former to smash and play when they have nothing to do.

It's really... hopeless.

Seeing those people put the coffin away, the woman quietly left the small building one by one. She raised her hand to close the door, then flicked her sleeves, and followed suit.

"..."

The window was not opened, the door was closed, but in the small building that was still as bright as day, there were barely audible footsteps coming down from the second floor.

The visitor stopped beside the coffin, curled his bony forefinger, and knocked on the thick cover of the coffin with a "boom".

The coffin is used to hold the dead, so the coffin does not respond.

"Boom."

The man knocked again, and then put his five fingers together into a palm, pressing against the coffin handle, and his internal strength suddenly exploded!

"Crack!!!"

"Really, the failure of the Xiyan Pill has caused me to not sleep well these days, brother, can't you be gentle?"

A lazy and sleepy voice sounded at the same time as the cracking of the coffin boards.

The lying person slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes were filled with charm.

He stretched out a hand lazily, lightly placed it on the palm of the ruined coffin board, squeezed his five fingers into the gap between the man's fingers, and locked him tightly with the latter with infinite nostalgia.

"I know I didn't kill any of them, but at least I accomplished one of my goals, and I also slaughtered the Emei faction by the way—dead people are indeed reassuring, but living people are more useful."

He still held that hand, and propped up his slender body with the other arm, lying on the wall of the coffin as limp and boneless, and approached him.

The tip of his tongue was tender in his slightly parted thin red lips, and he panted slightly: "I haven't seen you in four years, don't you want to...yao me?"

这年头，一言不合就被剑神cha成刺猬最新更新:2016-10-2412:00:00

Ximen Chuuxue is practicing sword.

Although his sword has no moves, no swordsmanship, and sword practice is nothing more than hundreds of repetitions of simple basic movements that every sword learner will practice, but it does not hide the speed, accuracy, and coldness of his sword. .

Just like him.

The word "Sword God" placed on his head by the people of Jianghu did not come out of thin air.

It's just that he is destined not to be able to finish practicing the sword quietly today.

Because the world is not peaceful recently.

From a distance, there is the Bliss Tower and the Iron Shoes Thief who severely deceived the Jiangnan Hua family. In the near future, there is the Jinpeng Dynasty incident in which labor Ximen Chuixue came out of the village-it seems that because of this incident, a Lu Xiaofeng also died. people.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know who the dead person was, but because Lu Xiaofeng came to Wanmei Villa to drink wine for three days and three nights, half of the wine cellar was emptied.

Sword God is not a talkative person, nor is he a curious person, so Ximen Chuuxue let Lu Xiaofeng babble about drinking, but didn't ask any questions.

Lu Xiaofeng was sleeping soundly in Wanmei Villa, Ximen Chuuxue was still Ximen Chuuxue, there was no change.

Now, the unrest in the world seems to have finally affected Wanmei Villa.

The clank of the long sword piercing the air came from outside the courtyard wall—the woods where Ximen Chuuxue practiced his sword was in the villa, and there was actually only a wall separating it from the outside world. She was out of breath, but she was a little bit older: "Don't even think about it, even if the young master committed suicide here today, he wouldn't let you succeed!"

"Little beauty, it doesn't matter if you follow me."

The hoarse old voice was full of malice and evil: "You haven't tasted the bliss in this world, have you? It's okay, if you obediently put down your sword and follow the little old man, the little old man will make you feel comfortable and comfortable."

"You are dreaming!!!"

"Little beauty, don't you intend to ask someone for help?"

The old voice chuckled: "Behind you is Wanmei Villa, where Ximen Chuuxue lives. But you thought the little old man would give you a chance to go in—little beauty, can you still raise your internal strength?"

"Zheng-"

There was an endless clash of long swords and sharp weapons, and then, a soft sword with a strange shape jumped over the courtyard wall and pierced straight into the soft ground in front of Ximen Chuuxue.

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at the sword.

The sound of flesh hitting the wall and the rough voice sounded at the same time: "Just outside Wanmei Villa, the little old man just robbed you right here, what do you think?"

"you!"

"You can try."

The man's icy voice made both of them stare at the same time, but one's face was ashen, and the other's hope was instantly ignited.

"who are you!"

The old man turned to Ximen Chuuxue with a dry, waxy and thin face, carrying the morbidity of being obsessed with sex for many years.

In one hand, he was carrying the young man who was pressed against the wall wearing a fox mask so that he couldn't see his face clearly, and in the other hand he held three plum darts between his fingers.

When he turned around and saw the man holding a long sword and wearing white clothes, the old man had already made up his mind, but he insisted on asking the next question: "How dare you disturb the good things of the little old man!"

"Ximen Chuixue."

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was not loud, and his face did not change, but the danger contained in the simple four words made the old man whose body was hollowed out by wine and sex began to tremble involuntarily.

He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, so he naturally knows that Ximen Chuuxue only goes out four times a year and only kills one person at a time - but no one stipulates that Ximen Chuuxue can't go out more and kill more people - not to mention that this is in Wanmei Villa, he Just now he threatened to rape the beauty he liked on the wall of Wanmei Villa.

hateful.

There was a trace of sternness in the old man's eyes.

It's not easy to meet a good thing, and I'm about to get it.

But he just didn't have the confidence to beat Ximen Chuuxue, and he didn't have the ability to beat the sword of the sword god.

The most urgent thing is to escape first——

"watch out!"

The old man suddenly yelled, and threw the person in his hand towards Ximen Chuixue, followed by throwing three club darts with his other hand.

As long as Ximen Chuuxue picks up someone, he will definitely get shot.

The old man had a good plan in his mind, so he turned around and ran away.

Then he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The old man looked down at his thin chest in disbelief.

There appeared a sword point that wasn't supposed to be there.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the sword came out, and his chest was bleeding out.

Then the old man fell down and fell headfirst on the ground which was as soft as the inside of the wall.

"I said Sword God, before you, Blowing Blood."

The young man in the same white fox mask who was being carried by the collar of the back of the neck like a puppy was still out of breath. For some reason, his lips were livid, and his hands were still tightly clutching his collar, and he said with difficulty: "Could you put me down first? Then, by the way, can I trouble you to explain the effect of the medicine? Since you are so good-looking—Master, I don't want to offend you for a while because of the inferior chun medicine of the butterfly guest, and then get caught by you." A sword strikes my heart. Really, I can't bear it any longer."

After saying that, he clamped his legs tightly and twisted restlessly.

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue breathed out expressionlessly, and the old man's blood rolled down the sword.

The sword is a clean good sword again.

Ximen Chuuxue was still holding the collar of the person in his hand, and jumped up into the villa, completely ignoring the latter's wail of "no, no, poor master's poor neck is about to break".

The man was not able to howl alive and kicking for a long time.

Ximen Chuuxue's feet were about to fall to the ground, and the person in his hand suddenly fell silent—he fainted.

"..."

"I said Ximen Chuuxue, why did I just sleep, and when I woke up, Wanmei Villa had another visitor?"

Lu Xiaofeng stroked the newly grown beard, and came over curiously to look at the unconscious young man wearing a fox mask—he was always curious, so when he heard the steward of Wanmei Villa say that the owner saved someone So he came uninvited—and even joked casually: "Could it be that besides Miss Sun Xiuqing, you are lucky again?"

Ximen Chuixue coldly glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, then coldly stabbed a needle into the chest on the couch where the skirt was stripped.

The latter was already like a hedgehog, but Ximen Chuuxue showed no signs of stopping, even though he had already used up one set of silver needles and picked up a second set.

"What's wrong with him...?"

Lu Xiaofeng watched as the second set of silver needles in Ximen Chuixue's hand was almost empty again: "So serious?"

"Loss of blood loss, poison, old wounds, sex."

The sword god said concisely: "It's his fate to not die - take off the mask."

"what?"

Lu Xiaofeng drank too much wine in the past three days, and his mind was still a little out of control.

"Pick off the mask."

Ximen Chuuxue said it again.

"Oh."

"Drunk Chicken" Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously followed his friend's words and lifted off the unconscious man's fox mask - he took it in his hand and found that the golden fox mask was actually pure gold - and then he took a breath.

The face under the mask was very beautiful, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had seen countless flowers, also admitted that he had never seen such a complexion.

Male and female portraits, drawing females insisting on males.

If it weren't for this person's obvious Adam's apple and flat chest, he would almost have thought that this was a woman disguised as a man——

More importantly, what made him lose his mind and speech was that this person's face was five points similar to that of the young man in Mingyu Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion.

If it wasn't for the age mismatch, and there was no mark on this person's straight collarbone, Lu Xiaofeng almost thought that Zixu was reincarnated...

When he regained his focus and laughed at himself that the young man had really reincarnated and came back to find Huamanlou, he found that Ximen Chuuxue had already inserted silver needles into this stunning face.

The comatose beauty was more like a hedgehog. Even if his eyelids trembled, as if he was about to wake up, it couldn't stop the fact that he was now a hedgehog.

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

#西门漫雪不知道风殄天使喜嘴#

Miyako slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw Ximen Chuuxue pulling out the silver needles one by one with an expression like eternal ice.

After living on the island for ten days, he couldn't get out of bed for six of the ten days. As soon as he got out of bed, he was thrown to the palace near Wanmei Villa and there was a hua picker chasing after him.

Anyone who gets kicked out within a few days after returning home will feel complicated.

Not to mention that he also saw a familiar face behind Ximen Chuuxue - Lu Xiaofeng.

Brother didn't even tell him that Lu Xiaofeng was also in Wanmei Villa.

But it doesn't matter.

Gong Shi knew that the person in front of him was Lu Xiaofeng, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't know that the person on the couch was Shi Zixu who had already "dead".

A dead person is a dead person, he died in Huamanlou's arms at that time, in front of Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, so Gongshi was not worried at all that he would be exposed.

He is not the faceless Shangguan Feiyan.

What's more, someone as smart as Lu Xiaofeng would never have imagined that there is really a drug in the world that can change a person's appearance, voice, age, height, and even the state of martial arts.

"There is no thanks for the great kindness, and there is no repayment for the kindness of saving lives."

Ximen Chuixue pulled out the last silver needle on Gongshi's face, and the latter coughed a few times with livid lips, and said in a weak voice, "Why don't you promise me with your body, young master."

"..."

"puff."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't move at all, Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and snickered.

Gong Shifeng's eyes raised slightly: "Is there a problem? Isn't it written like this in all the scriptures?"

"I said this young man."

Lu Xiaofeng's four eyebrows twitched, and he almost burst into laughter: "Could it be me in a few days, I saved you too, and you want to promise me your body?"

The slender eyebrows of the person on the couch frowned slightly, and he actually thought about it seriously: "Well... this is not very good."

"You use a sword."

Ximen Chuuxue spoke amidst Lu Xiaofeng's laughter.

"Yes, I use a sword."

"You are very talented."

"A lot of people I know say that."

"It hurts..."

"I don't compete with you for swords, and I won't compete with you after you recover from your injury."

Gong Shi interrupted Ximen Chuuxue's words: "I've heard about you, your sword is a murderous sword, our swordsmanship is different."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at the pale person on the couch: "What is your swordsmanship?"

"The sword of protection."

Gong Shi nodded slightly, and said seriously: "That's why my sword rarely kills—a sword that doesn't kill, even if my swordsmanship is better than yours, it doesn't mean that I am willing to fight with you endlessly until the winner is determined— — Besides, my swordsmanship may not be better than yours."

花满楼番外：一时幻，一时真最新更新:2016-10-2512:00:00

"Huamanlou, do you like me?"

The blood-stained young man with a blurred face slowly opened his arms, and his ten fingers stretched forward were thin and weak, just like his soft but dissipated voice: "I'm going to die, do you like me..."

He fell.

"Zixu!!!"

Hua Manlou suddenly opened his eyes.

But there was darkness in his vision—since he was stabbed blind by iron shoe thieves at the age of seven, he thought he was used to it for many years—but now he found that he actually didn’t even look like the boy who died in his arms. can't remember.

If he could touch that familiar face again, Hua Manlou knew that he would recognize it.

However, the sense of touch cannot replace the eyes after all. After the boy died, he thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't outline the latter's appearance in his mind.

What's more, it was impossible for him to touch the child he had raised for four years again—after the Jewelry Pavilion collapsed, the fire burst into the sky and burned everything up—there was nothing left.

The pattering rain hit the roof, and the crackling sound was continuous.

Rainy days are always dull and boring, and even affect people's emotions, causing boredom for no reason.

Hua ManLou got up in the dark with her clothes on, and decided to "see" her own flowers that hadn't seen the sun for two days because of the rain.

30 days have passed.

In 30 days, this was the first time he dreamed of a boy.

It was as if the other party had been completely disappointed in him, stubborn and decisive, and still refused to dream.

When Hua Manlou returned to Peach Blossom Castle alone ten days ago, he was overwhelmed by the joyful atmosphere that greeted him.

Especially after Hua Ruling took his hand and asked in a kind and gratifying tone: "Lou'er, where is Miss Wei's house? Father Wei will definitely come to propose marriage in person." He was even more at a loss.

"……girl?"

"Lou'er, don't hide it from my father. My father knows." Hua Ruling cheerfully stroked his beard: "An old friend of my father sent a letter saying that I saw you behaving intimately with a girl in Shanxi."

"Father……"

Hua Manlou couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, not to mention that he couldn't maintain a smile at all now: "I did... no, that girl has no relationship with me."

"Compared to this, I want to know one thing more."

After the boy's death, the Wen Runzi, who had been haggard for a few days, frowned slightly, wondering, "Zixu... who the hell is it?"

"Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?"

Hua Ruling was half surprised and seven percent puzzled: "Speaking of which, what about Zixu? Has he gone back to rest?"

"..."

"Ugh."

Hua Ruling let out a long sigh: "That one... is still worried after all."

"Father."

Hua Manlou "looked" at his father, "I want to know."

"Lower."

Hua Ruling pondered for a while, then said slowly, "Zixu is the son of Concubine Wan Gui."

Hua Manlou stood up suddenly.

The fingertips of his pinching fan turned pale from excessive use: "How is it possible?!"

Wan Guifei!

Zixu is actually the son of Wan Guifei, who was famous for his jealousy and viciousness in the government and the public, who was favored by the late emperor? !

Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng had guessed that Zi Xu was a heir of the current emperor, the younger brother of the prince, but they never expected that the "brother" Zi Xu was talking about was actually the Ninth Five Supreme!

"When Concubine Wan Gui passed away, Zixu was only five years old."

Hua Ruling said slowly: "The first emperor wanted Zixu to be the crown prince, but he was afraid that he would be harmed by others because he was too young, so he kept Zixu hidden in Wan Guifei's bedroom to see no outsiders. However, the world made people mess with him, and Wan Guifei died suddenly. , Zixu was then exposed to the eyes of the grown-up Holy Majesty and the Empress Dowager. Immediately afterwards, the late emperor's body deteriorated due to excessive mourning, and he felt that he could no longer protect his young son—so he personally poured his young son two drinks before Longyu Bintian. In exchange for a bottle of medicine, the current Holy Majesty is forced to swear a poisonous oath that he will never take Zixu's life."

"Two bottles of medicine...?"

Hua Ruling sighed again: "Although Song Wencao does many evils, his medical skills are really good. He mentioned a few words to me in the past - the serious illness that threatened Zixu at that time would accompany him for the rest of his life, and it would most likely cause him He won't live until his thirties, and he will never have children—this point, Zixu himself may be aware of it."

"In that case, why didn't you let Zixu go?"

"Zixu is the orthodox prince on the jade plate. Although he claims that he has died of illness, once someone with a heart finds out that he is still alive, it will be a sharp sword that threatens the stability of the throne."

"In addition, Lou'er. I just received news that the new king of Hanhai Kingdom has ascended the throne and expressed his eternal submission to our dynasty."

"But the Jade Buddha of the Vast Sea is not—"

Huamanlou's voice stopped abruptly.

At that moment, he wanted to understand.

Although Hua Manlou would rather not have heard the news, let alone figured out the black vortex that hides behind the young man because of this.

peach blossom evil.

The appearance of premature death, but standing still, died of an untimely death.

One by one fulfilled.

The petals trembled.

Huamanlou is surrounded by the flowers of Baihualou, which are in full bloom, but not half as beautiful as the beauty in the flowers.

He stroked the blooming petals, and his thoughts drifted away again.

four years ago.

"I don't like people touching me."

The child was also standing in a sea of ​​flowers, his immature face was even more gorgeous and soft than the flowers: "But Huamanlou, you are very beautiful and gentle, so I decided to let you be the first exception."

The young master couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, he slowly closed the folding fan: "Oh? Then do I have to thank Zixu?"

"No need to thank you."

The child pretended to be old-fashioned and raised his baby's fat little face, but his waxy voice completely ruined his small aura, but added a bit of cuteness: "But I want you to hug me."

The young man with a gentle smile squatted down helplessly, opened his arms, and put the folding fan in his arms: "Come."

The child blinks.

He jumped into Huamanlou's arms with joy, his two small arms hugged the former's neck tightly, and his small face was pressed against Huamanlou's cheek.

The child said in a muffled voice: "People change. If Huamanlou is still so good-looking and gentle when I grow up, I might as well marry you. You have to wait for me, and don't like others."

But at that time Hua Manlou didn't care about it, on the contrary, he was once again amused by Tong Yan Wuji: "Okay."

"It's a deal with us, don't go back on your word."

The child smiled, and he put his arms around the tall and elegant young man, like embracing his own sun: "If you go back on liking someone else, I will never see you again."

"Don't see me?"

Hua Manlou held up the child's soft body, and he smiled softly and said, "Why don't you see me?"

"For example, if you go to a place far, far away, you can't find it even if you ride a horse far away."

The child wrinkled the tip of his nose and couldn't help feeling aggrieved: "Why are you asking me this, I don't want to tell you where I am going."

His words changed, and suddenly he said: "Hua Man Lou, you are gentler than my mother, aren't you really a woman disguised as a man?"

Hua Manlou: "...No."

The tender petals swayed gently, and the stamens brushed against the neatly manicured fingertips of Young Master Ruyu who lived in midair.

The latter gradually recovered from the memory.

He thought of something, smiled slowly, and then the smile slowly melted away.

It turns out that regardless of life or death, the feelings of young people are always the same strong and persistent.

But he found out so late, understood so late——

Never dreamed, refused to dream.

Even in dreams, teenagers have to choose a special day.

Today is Qixi Festival.

At the same time, Gong Shi, who had already entered Wanmei Villa, raised his eyes and glanced at the lively lantern festival outside the inn, as well as the couples of people in the lantern festival.

Qixi Qiqiao, I don't know when it has become a lover's festival.

The young man in white with his handsome appearance and elegant demeanor was alone.

Sitting alone in the noise, no one to accompany, no one to drink with.

He had a jug of wine, a wine glass, a mask made of gold, a pair of scissors, and a clothes whose original color could not be seen, but the peony pattern could be vaguely seen.

The wine is cheap rice wine, the wine glass is a rough clay cup, the mask is a delicate mask, the scissors are ordinary scissors, and the clothes are just clothes.

Poured a glass of wine for himself, he sipped slightly, raised his arms lightly, and slowly turned upside down.

The clear and mellow wine drew irregular horizontal lines on the ground with his movements.

"Sacrifice..."

Gong Shi did not finish.

Maybe it's because he's not in the mood to talk, or maybe he just doesn't know what to say.

What's more, on such a good day, there should be no sacrifices.

He put down his wine glass, picked up the scissors and put them on his hands.

Pick up the dull fabric again.

Gong Shi stared at the clothes in his hands for a while, and finally