Falling flowers do not return

Lu Xiaofeng, who was bold and unrestrained wiping off the alcohol from the corners of his lips, was reflected in his black eyes, he asked curiously: "That's why Lu Xiaofeng, who has seen so many beauties, stares at this young man non-stop?"

"...not a beauty."

The fine wine fell down his throat and into his empty stomach, causing bursts of burning.

Lu Xiaofeng was still holding the wine jar, and said slowly: "To be precise, it is a young man, and he is already dead, even the body has not been found."

"..."

It was cold on the dinner table for a while.

Such a good day, such a beautiful scenery, such a sumptuous meal, the topic of the dead is always inappropriate.

But the indifference of the atmosphere at this time was not due to embarrassment - Lu Xiaofeng poured wine in silence after speaking, Ximen Chuuxue was a cold and quiet person - Sun Xiuqing might be embarrassed, so she also chose not to speak.

Most people would probably feel angry when they were compared with the dead, but Gong Shi did not.

Maybe it was because he knew who Lu Xiaofeng was talking about, maybe it was because he suddenly discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

How interesting.

Dandy slowly put away the casual smile on his face: "Earlier, owner Ximen said that you drank wine here for three days and three nights because of that young man? If my face reminds you of sad things, young master Better put on a mask."

Before he finished speaking, his long fingers lifted up the mask, and he was about to put it on that stunning face.

But Lu Xiaofeng turned the wine jug into one hand, and with the other hand pressed down the golden fox that had left the table.

He shook his head and said slowly: "It's not your face—it's that I, Lu Xiaofeng, can't think about it."

"People have things they can't think about."

Gong Shi didn't insist either, it's always inconvenient to wear a mask when eating: "Since you can't think about it, why don't you say it? Young Master, I may not be able to come up with an idea."

"What does Master Ximen think?"

Dandy seems to have finally remembered that he is not the owner of this place, and turned to look at Ximen Chuuxue.

The latter was noncommittal.

This is the attitude of acquiescence.

"..."

Lu Xiaofeng hugged the wine jar, concealed his name and part of the information, and told the three present a story of life-for-life.

After he finished speaking, the dishes on the table were empty.

Sun Xiuqing's eyes were even redder.

Ever since she heard that the boy died in the arms of another protagonist in the story, she silently wiped away her tears, almost couldn't help the smile in her heart while watching Gongshi.

He wanted to laugh, firstly because he had high regard for Sun Xiuqing—he thought that the latter would follow Ximen Chuuxue to Wanmei Villa regardless of his master and hatred, because he was either ungrateful or unfeeling by nature—now it seems that a person who loves first and has been knocked unconscious Just an ordinary woman with a brain.

Even Shangguan Feiyan was inferior, at least the latter had a clear goal from beginning to end and was ruthless.

The second is because the golden fox has never realized that it is such a fun thing to hear about his own life and death from others, and to see others cry for his own story.

"Hero Lu, what about your friend?"

With sobs in her voice, Sun Xiuqing said intermittently, "Is he alright now?"

How could Huamanlou be good?

The wine in Lu Xiaofeng's arms finally dried up: "He...was quite haggard."

My heart is as big as four eyebrows and I still can't let go after a month, and how can I let go of my gentleness like flowers all over the building.

——After all, that was the child he had raised for four years, and the latter gradually lost its temperature in his arms, leaving no body behind.

Compared with Lu Xiaofeng's, Huamanlou's impact was not small.

Gong Shi pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words.

He lowered his eyebrows and stared at the fox mask on the table, as if he wanted to make a hole in it with his eyes, or see someone gentle and refined.

Shi Zixu is dead, and now Gong Shi is alive.

"That day in the mourning hall, the man with white hair was the young master."

Lu Xiaofeng withdrew his name and identity because Sun Xiuqing was present, while Ximen Chuuxue, who was directly involved in the Jinpeng dynasty, fully knew the identity of the other protagonist in the story.

What impressed him the most was the master who suddenly appeared in the mourning hall.

"Exactly, he came to find his apprentice."

"If this person troubles you, you can ask me for help."

Ximen Chuuxue said slowly: "There is no need to shave."

Lu Xiaofeng silently put the empty wine jar on the table, without saying anything: "..."

——You actually want to compete with your master, Ximen Chuuxue.

Don't even think about it, it won't give you the chance to see Master.

Like Lu Xiaofeng, when he spied the sword god's target palace, he finally moved his eyes away from the mask, and said to Lu Xiaofeng, "That's it, have you found that boy's brother? Or find out what kind of enmity he has with you. Kill you or your friend?"

Lu Xiaofeng really wanted to answer this question, but unfortunately he didn't know the answer.

The four eyebrows in the Jianghu have not even had much intersection with the emperor in the temple, and the former has never done anything to offend Long Yan.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't think clearly, couldn't figure it out.

But even if he knew where the other party was, he couldn't get close to him to prove it.

This is really uncomfortable.

So Lu Xiaofeng said truthfully, "I don't know."

"It will be cleared up someday."

Gong Shi patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder reassuringly, and added after a long while: "Although I sympathize with your friend... but being haggard and sad can't solve the problem, it's better to be positive and optimistic."

"That's right."

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly burst out laughing.

He stared straight at the dandy's handsome cheeks, and the darkness in his eyes was swept away: "Speaking out really makes me feel a lot better—wasting everyone's time, I should punish myself with three drinks, if Ximen Chuuxue still gives me wine."

Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows is a lively Lu Xiaofeng again.

"That's it."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer whether he would return the wine to Lu Xiaofeng, nor did he say any comforting words.

Instead, he said in a cold voice to the old housekeeper who was accompanying him outside the pavilion: "Daxia Lu's guest room can be cleaned up."

The old housekeeper: "Yes, owner."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

Gong Shi: "Pfft."

Sun Xiuqing: "..."

So after the meal, Lu Xiaofeng was respectfully invited out of Wanmei Villa by the old housekeeper.

The latter also added a sentence: "The wine cellar in the villa has been saved, congratulations, congratulations."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

What about friendship?

When the four-browed Lu Xiaofeng faced the closed gate of Wanmei Villa and was thinking about whether he would go to Jiangnan to find Huamanlou to study the enmity with the emperor or to investigate the Emei Sect tragedy, Gong Shi was steadily stretching out his wrist.

It was obvious that Ximen Chuuxue's medical skills were superb.

——In the past, no matter how much Hua Manlou persuaded him, he would never come to Wanmei Villa to meet Ximen Chuuxue. This decision was very wise.

"Thank you, Master Ximen."

Golden Fox thanked him for the umpteenth time.

"..."

When the sword god general looked up at the palace, the latter immediately added another line of ridicule: "Don't look at me like that, you are not bad at martial arts, you have a strong family, you have a great career, you always look at me and you think you are in love with me!" It's my master—or else I would just promise you my life-saving grace?"

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Sun Xiuqing, who was a little uneasy again, said, "...Mr. Gong really likes to joke."

"Tsk tsk, Miss Sun is jealous."

The golden fox shook his head, his phoenix eyes behind the mask blinked at the woman, and the latter's cheeks flushed red as he watched with a smile in his black eyes.

Although he didn't do it deliberately, there was always a unique ecstasy in his words and deeds: "Master, am I now a friend of the owner of Ximen? You have to have the cheek to come to ask for a glass of wedding wine—I wonder when the two are scheduled?"

The straightforwardness of his question made Sun Xiuqing involuntarily look at Ximen Chuuxue.

Although she has never resorted to words, she is very eager to know what kind of existence she is in the heart of the snow-like man on the top of the ice-cold mountain that has not melted for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, she is doomed to disappointment.

The latter didn't move, let alone give her half a look.

Sun Xiuqing slowly withdrew her gaze, as if nothing had happened, and she had no hope because of the palace time problem.

The corners of the golden fox's lips curled up a little, watching the woman's every move, but the black eyes exposed outside the mask were half hidden, still full of curiosity and anticipation.

—— Between Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing...

The man in white didn't answer either.

He only asked the dandy one sentence, a sentence related to kendo: "What is the sword of protection?"

这年头，一不小心就吓人最新更新:2016-10-2912:00:00

Ximen Chuuxue was practicing sword.

He practiced his sword every day, so it was no surprise at all.

If one day the sword god forgets his sword, it will make people feel strange.

Gong Shi crossed his long legs, leaning lazily on the tree trunk, covering his face and yawning countless times.

Since that day when Ximen Chuuxue asked what the sword of protection is, the golden fox replied: "My sword does not kill people, but the sword that kills people can also be the sword of protection—you guess what the sword of protection is~" and it became a success. After turning the former's complexion into an almost invisible darkness, Gong Shi began to stay in the grove every day, watching how long Ximen Chuuxue practiced his sword.

——As if he really has a good understanding of the way of swordsmanship, rain or shine.

When people in the Jianghu practice martial arts, they are most afraid of others stealing from their masters, but Ximen Chuuxue has no such worries at all.

Because he has no sword skills, and therefore has nothing to steal from him, so he let Gong Shi stand aside.

The last dead leaf slid off the tip of the sword, and Ximen Chuuxue put the sword back into its sheath amidst the colorful falling flowers, and turned to look at the golden fox melting on the tree trunk.

"Sure enough, it's still very similar..."

Gong Shi's thoughts seemed to have drifted away.

Although he met Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, he seemed to be looking at someone through the latter: "It really looks like..."

White clothes and long swords are still cold and do not like to speak.

"My sword looks like someone."

The man's dark eyes were cold, his face was frosty, and he didn't have much emotion.

He said coldly: "This is your No. 18 time to say this."

"...I met someone by chance in the past. Both of you like white clothes. You are skilled in swordsmanship, and you don't smile. Although I don't want to tell you who he is, I think you will have a battle."

The sky was getting a little cold, Gong Shi hid his hands in his sleeves, and said slowly: "Compared to that person, my young master is more curious about the embroidered robber who has been making a fuss recently. What does the owner of Ximen think about this person?"

"..."

"No idea?"

"A desire for profit."

"Everyone has desires, isn't it normal?"

Gong Shi shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "The Supreme Sword Dao is wishful thinking for Master Ximen, I hope Master Ximen likes the wish that he is Miss Sun, even such trivial things as Lu Xiaofeng always likes to have a drink are wishful thinking, From my point of view, there is not much difference, only the size is different."

"That's it, what is your wish?"

"Master's?"

Gong Shi frowned, and said intentionally, "Won't you be asked to compete with swords by the owner of Ximen?"

"..."

"Don't stare at me, I'm not afraid."

"..."

"Ding Suhuan is useless."

"Master Ximen, Mr. Gong."

The woman's unique soft voice successfully interrupted Ximen Chuixue's expressionless gaze on the golden fox. Sun Xiuqing came slowly amidst the creaking of dead leaves, and the light yellow skirt swayed slowly in the breeze, like a flower blooming in the wind autumn chrysanthemum.

What is softer than her voice is the upward curvature of the woman's lips.

She looked at Ximen Chuuxue's eyes as if she was looking up at her own god, but she tried her best to ignore the impact of that scene just now: "Lunch is ready."

The two people standing facing each other were both dressed in white clothes, one was hot and the other was cold, the other was soft and the other was hard. The unreasonable fit and complementarity was like a thorn in Sun Xiuqing's heart.

She shouldn't be like this, Gong Shi is a man after all.

Maybe women's unique sixth sense has been on alert, maybe it's just because of that face that makes all women feel threatened.

She may have wronged Gong Shi because of jealousy, but she just doesn't like the latter, and she doesn't want to see him more and more.

However, this is Ximen Chuuxue's Wanmei Villa. In order to see the cold man in white more often, she has to come here every day, and then painfully discovers that Gongshi is always with Ximen Chuuxue.

The dandy, who seemed to be completely ignorant of the woman's sorrows and sorrows, came to Sun Xiuqing's side in three steps and took two steps to relieve him. He was quite grateful and even said earnestly: "Miss Sun, you came just in time. I just mentioned a little bit, Ximen Zhuang The master threatened the young master with his eyes to fight swords with him—although it is not sure who will win if there is a real fight—the young master will be fine, anyway, the young master will not agree. But if one day the master of Ximen meets him People with comparable kendo achievements, it’s fine if they win, but if they lose... Miss Sun, what can you do?"

——Hurry up and try your best to marry into Wanmei Villa. It is better to be a widow than to be unable to get your wish after abandoning the teacher.

The golden fox's jumping and uplifting voice is seductive, like a ghost who sniffs people's hearts in a dark corner and then laughs coldly: "Master, I am just an ordinary friend and have no position. Miss Sun, will my master be killed by Ximen Zhuang in the future?" The freezing of the eyes of the Lord depends entirely on you, you have to save me!"

Sun Xiuqing could hardly keep a smile on her face when she heard this.

If you don't want to compete with swords, why don't you leave?

It's a pity she had to smile at this man.

Gong Shi is Ximen Chuuxue's friend, or Ximen Chuuxue is Gong Shi's savior after all, so it makes sense for Gong Shi to get close to Ximen Chuuxue.

The most important thing is that she doesn't want her sweetheart to see her ugly side.

"The sword is the most beloved thing of Master Ximen, how can I put my beak on it?"

Sun Xiuqing shook her head slowly, and replied softly.

"Speaking of which, the Emei sect also practice swords... I'm sorry."

There was no sincere apology in the eyes and eyes on the delicate cheeks behind the fox mask. On the contrary, the corners of Gong Shi's lips curled up in a mocking arc: "I shouldn't have mentioned... I'm sorry."

"...No problem."

Sun Xiuqing said stiffly.

"Actually, I admire Miss Sun very much."

Dandy stepped lightly, walked around the latter, and walked back to Ximen Chuuxue, he said with a smile: "In my opinion, Master Ximen is a good person, because he saved my life—— Although I always want to pull the young master to compete with swords, fortunately, the young master can refuse - the owner of the Ximen Village, the young master still said that it is useless for you to stare at the young master."

Gong Shi slightly nodded and looked at the light-yellow woman. He sighed three-pointed and seven-pointed in admiration, and said completely unintentionally: "But for Miss Sun... Anyway, I admire you very much, really. If it wasn't for you looking at Ximenzhuang The master's eyes are full of envy, and the young master is going to think about it."

Trying the hard work?

What is he implying?

Hinting that he is here looking for an opportunity to avenge his master?

The smile on Sun Xiuqing's face became more and more forced, and he was on the verge of falling: "Young Master Gong is joking... If we don't go back, the lunch will be very cold, why don't we talk while walking?"

"Young Master talks too much when he is stared at and threatened by the owner of Ximen."

The golden fox was filled with righteous indignation when he heard the words.

His phoenix eyes were raised, and he turned to look at Ximen Chuuxue: "Master Ximen, if one day I become a chatterbox, I will definitely be the first to come to you, the culprit, to compete swords."

Ximen Fuxue: "...."

Ximen Chuuxue: "Welcome anytime."

Gong Shi: "No, I'm just talking about playing around with you, I don't want to compare with you."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Gong Shi: "This morning, the old housekeeper told me that there is my favorite fish ball soup. If you, Ximen owner, waste your time and make the fish ball soup cool down, I will have to go to the old housekeeper and cry and complain that the sword god treats guests harshly. Really! , look at my serious eyes."

The bouncing golden fox put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and nodded to see the man in white who was slightly taller than him.

A smile flickered in the bright and dark pupils, and even the people who reflected it seemed to be softened by the long and narrow red phoenix.

Sun Xiuqing: "Gong..."

Gong Shi: "How about it, have you seen how serious the young master is?"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes did not move, let alone spoke, fingers slowly rubbed the scabbard.

The golden fox was defeated: "Know well that the master of Ximen is serious, and I won't tease you anymore."

Sun Xiuqing: "Master Gong..."

The dejected golden fox finally noticed that someone was calling him, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Sun Xiuqing: "Miss Sun, I now realize that you are actually the most powerful person in the entire Wanmei Villa, so you are the most beautiful young lady in the entire Wanmei Villa. Grandpa decided to go to dinner with you."

He didn't care about Sun Xiuqing's actions and reactions, and left the grove lightly alone: ​​"Food is the most important thing for the people—now the young master not only needs the sky to feed his stomach, but also needs the warmth of the sky to warm his body frozen by the cold air of the Sword God. "

When Sun Xiuqing saw the palace, she walked further and further away, she subconsciously looked back at Ximen Chuuxue.

The latter was staring at her coldly, walked slowly to her side, and said, "Let's go."

Sun Xiuqing's eyes widened slightly.

She could hardly contain the joy in her heart, so the smile appeared on her face again.

"it is good."

Sun Xiuqing heard her voice tremble, even if he only said one word, she only answered one word.

At the same time, Beijing.

The two eyebrows on Lu Xiaofeng's upper face were tightly tangled together, and a deep Sichuan character was carved between the eyebrows.

There was a dead man in front of him, to be exact, a corpse whose original appearance could hardly be distinguished.

Almost, it's because the corpse's face is intact and can be used for identification, and the lower part of the body is twisted in a posture that is impossible for the human body.

The poor man's bones were broken and his heart was missing.

Even if this person is just an ordinary citizen, this method of death is shocking enough to attract the attention of the government.

What's more, he is not an ordinary person, he is the chief arrester of the Six Doors, the famous Jin Jiuling.

He is not just Jin Jiuling, he is also the Embroidery Thief.

——Lu Xiaofeng is still suspicious and looking for evidence, but Jin Jiuling is already dead.

Next to the body was the evidence that he was an embroidered thief.

But although Jin Jiuling's martial arts is not one of the best, it is not bad.

Who is it?

Whose martial arts is so powerful?

And who hated the Embroidered Thief, or Jin Jiuling, so much that he didn't even leave the whole body for him?

Lu Xiaofeng solved the mysterious case of the Embroidered Thief, but fell into a new mystery.

这年头，一不小心就借花献佛最新更新:2016-10-3012:00:00

The golden fox on Gong Shi's face was crumbling, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The old butler of Wanmei Villa, who has been working hard for many years, nodded solemnly.

"really?"

Gong Shi took off the mask and put it on the table, his face was full of surprise and could not help but laugh.

"It's true."

The old housekeeper quickly served two bowls of fish ball soup to the dude—one bowl full of fish balls with only a little soup, and the other bowl full of soup with only a few fish balls—and placed them in front of the latter , while nodding solemnly and solemnly, to show that his words are completely credible.

"Master, I always thought that Ximenzhuang..."

The golden fox, who was suppressing a smile, stopped speaking when he saw Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing walking in one after the other.

If Ximen Chuuxue's martial arts were not so good, he might not have heard Gong Shiwei's words.

However, he is not only strong in martial arts, but also few people in the arena.

So he heard it.

Not only did he hear it, Gong Shi's appearance after seeing him really made it hard not to ask questions.

"What are you laughing at?"

"...No, it's fine."

The dandy who took off his mask to reveal his true face already had a handsome appearance, but at the moment he looked at Ximen Fuxue's eyes, which were misty due to suppressed laughter, making those beautiful eyes more moist and lively, and the corners of his eyes even turned slightly red uncontrollably.

The scallion-white long fingers that supported the cheeks made a shallow depression on the light-colored lips, and the Danfeng pupils on the corners of the eyes carefully "swiped" the man in white up and down, and the long eyelashes of the dude trembled slightly. , casting fine shadows on the eyelids——

"Hahahahaha!"

Gong Shi suddenly burst out laughing, and the bowl of fish ball soup full of soup caused ripples.

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

After the burst of laughter, the golden fox seemed to be trying hard to restore himself to the state of laughing, but failed.

On the contrary, he was out of breath with a smile, and said word by word: "It turns out that when the owner of Ximen Village was cute, Mr. Kui thought that the owner of Ximen Village was naturally indifferent, and guessed that it was a sword that had been cultivated for a hundred years. Fine, hahaha."

Sword God slowly looked at the old butler who had followed him for many years.

Under the eyes of the former Canby, the latter obediently confessed: "Just now, when the prince came back, he took the old slave and asked the owner if he had... looked at the sword like his life since he was a child, and whether he has never tasted defeat. Do you have to be old?" Slave admits that you, Master, are a refined sword..."

"Then."

The old housekeeper's guilty expression made Ximen Chuixue feel certain that the matter was far from over.

"The old slave couldn't hold back Young Master Gong, so he told him some interesting stories about the owner's first learning sword."

At the moment, the golden fox was half-laughing, lying on the table with his hands on his stomach, belching feebly, Su Huan tightened and relaxed from time to time because of this, and wrinkled the precious fabric around his narrow waist.

Sword God began to silently recall what he had done so funny: "..."

Sun Xiuqing saw the two of them lying on the table in deep thought and slowly wiping away tears from the corners of their eyes. Even the old butler took two steps back silently, intending to retreat secretly when the owner was not paying attention, but she was the only one who was extra redundant.

She couldn't help but softly said: "Mr. Gong smiled and I'm a little curious, can you let me listen too?"

From the first day she came to Wanmei Villa, the old butler didn't say a few words with her, even when they met her on weekdays, he was very indifferent, and he had never been as pleasant as when he was facing the palace.

Sun Xiuqing once thought that the old housekeeper and Ximen Chuuxue had similar temperaments, but now it seems that the latter is clearly expressing his dislike for him.

——Why is Gongshi so special.

Is there something she's doing wrong?

What's wrong with a woman wishing to marry her sweetheart?

Since Ximen Chuuxue brought her to Wanmei Villa, why would he refuse to acknowledge her, or even take a second look at her?

"I, I'm out of breath."

Gong Shi slumped on the table and rubbed his stomach with crooked eyebrows, like a young fox stretching its limbs in the sun to reveal its snow-white belly.

He deliberately kicked the ball down on the old housekeeper who was only one step away from the room: "Uncle housekeeper, tell me~"

Ximen Fuxue, who had no memory of what he had done so much to make people laugh, looked at the old butler along the eyes of the dandy: "..."

The old butler, who never expected that he would be noticed by the owner again, was sweating on his back: "...Old slave, this old slave is going to prepare the materials needed for dinner."

"...Go."

The old butler, who had never used light kung fu in the villa, used light kung fu to the extreme at the next breath of approval, and escaped from the sight of the three of them at the fastest speed.

Sun Xiuqing's face became more and more embarrassing, and she felt more and more that she was an outsider from Wanmei Villa.

——It is an outsider in Mingming Palace.

The successive blows over the past few days made the woman's already fragile psychological defense crumbling, but the man in white beside her was standing there, but his eyes rarely stayed on her.

If Ximen Chuuxue had invited her to accompany her to give Sun Xiuqing hope just now, then the ignorance of the other three at this moment would have dealt her a heavy blow.

This blow was so severe that she no longer told herself in her heart that Ximen Chuuxue was born like this, and it was so severe that she heard the sound of her sanity collapsing.

The woman who abandoned her teacher for love was desperate, and came here amidst the scolding fellows of the rivers and lakes, just for the other party to favor her, but now she can no longer see the future.

However, even if there is no future, she still hopes to marry into Wanmei Villa and become Ximen Chuuxue's wife.

It was supposed to be hers, she knew it.

She has already paid the price, why can't she get something in return?Why should a man take away his sweetheart?

Ximen Fuxue, I like you so much, how could you treat me like this.

Absolutely not, that kind of thing must never happen.

——In Gongshi, you will not succeed.

After the extremely turbulent waves in her heart passed, Sun Xiuqing miraculously calmed down.

Her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, as if nothing had happened, and her heart was not as stable and peaceful as it was filled with a lot of negative emotions.

"Lord Ximen."

The woman's warm and soft voice sounded in the room: "If you don't sit down, lunch will be really cold."

"Ah! Master's fish ball soup!"

The golden fox who was rubbing his belly straightened up when he heard that a carp was hitting him. He held up the bowl full of soup in a flustered and mournful way. I need to drink it quickly, otherwise the hot soup will be completely frozen by Ximen Zhuangzhu, and I will have no place to cry when I want to cry."

The sword god who sat down slowly: "...you can do it again."

"If you do it again, it will not be the same fish, this bowl of soup, or the same water, and the past time will not come back."

Gong Shi stared at the bowl of instant sublimated fish ball soup with piercing eyes, as if staring at his beloved without blinking.

He glanced at Ximen Chuuxue leisurely with the same gaze, and said slowly: "So I never want to miss a bowl of soup, just like I decide that if I meet someone I like, I must never miss it—even if it takes ten thousand The former young master of Meishanzhuang hasn't liked anyone yet."

Not before, but after that?

You have not met a few people since you came to Wanmei Villa, who can you like?Who would you like?

Sun Xiuqing suddenly felt that he would never eat fish ball soup again, not now, nor in the future.

The dishes and meals on the table were quickly empty.

The golden fox also became more and more lazy, and even his voice slowed down a lot, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

"It's a pity that you, owner Ximen, have gone out four times this year, otherwise I would really like to invite you out of the mountain."

The golden fox wobbled back his long legs, and the plain ring on his narrow waist shone slightly with the movement of him getting up: "Master is so sleepy... Weary in spring and tired in autumn..."

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes moved slightly, and then fell on the soft black sword at Gong Shi's waist.

He spat out a few words coldly: "You once said that when your injury heals, let me see this sword full of inner strength."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi was dying and struggling: "Young master said it, but..."

Ximen Fuxue: "Now."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi: "...that's fine, but the owner of the Ximen Village, Mr. Ximen, will tell you first that you won't compete with swords."

Ximen Fuxue: "Okay."

An hour later, the grove welcomed its owner again.

But at this moment, it was not the cold man in white who drew the sword...or the soft sword from his waist, but the golden fox who was also dressed in white but had a gorgeous smile.

The sword is like a person, if Ximen Chuuxue's sword is as cold and murderous as his, then Gong Shi's sword is as soft as his, and generally has no threat.

The soft sword hung down from the white palm loosely holding the hilt to the ground, and the golden fox in the blouse suddenly smiled and said: "Master Ximen, look after it."

His right hand trembled, and the vigorous internal force turned into a trickle flowing through the meridians of his body, and lingered along the soft sword along the slender fingertips.

A soft sword is no longer a soft sword.

The straight and solid black long sword glistened in the afternoon sun.

At first glance, it looks like a high-quality iron sword, and it can no longer be seen that it was softer than noodles before, and it can even be wrapped around the narrow and flexible waist of the golden fox.

"Although the young master's Suhuan will not blow hair and hair like the black scabbard sword of the master Ximen, the young master can't shoot the sword like the wind like you, the master Ximen, but the sword of the young master is the biggest of the Ximen master. different--"

A dead leaf slowly fell in front of Gongshi.

When Gongshi raised his sword, he stabbed.

The dead leaves stopped firmly at the tip of the sword, neither slipped nor shattered.

The fragile and brittle dead leaves don't even have a trace of scars.

The golden fox handed the dead leaf to Ximen Chuuxue with a plain ring.

He teased and said: "It is said that flowers are given to beauties, but it is a pity that I don't have any flowers, and Miss Sun here is full of Ximen Zhuangzhu in her heart. Fortunately, Ximen Zhuangzhu is also very beautiful, so I have to give this dead leaf to him." is you."

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The dead leaves trembled under the cold eyes of Qiu Feng and the Sword God.

Gong Shi was still full of smiles, he didn't move his sword, and let Sun Xiuqing beside Ximen Chuixue stare at him like needles.

After a few breaths, in the grove with rustling leaves, Sword God's voice was cold and calm: "Yes."

He took the undamaged dead leaf from the long black sword.

Gong Shi also lowered the tip of his sword.

The two looked at each other.

The slightly taller man in white said, "Where is the scabbard of your sword?"

The black sword in his hand softened again, and the golden fox, like a dancing flame, replied, "Scabbard? Suhuan doesn't have a scabbard."

"Why is there no scabbard?"

Su Huan was wrapped around his waist by long fingers with well-defined bony joints. Gong Shi smoothed out the fine folds on the blouse little by little. The young master's body is Su Huan's best scabbard."

"..."

"Squeak."

In the silence, Sun Xiuqing suddenly took a step back and crushed a dead branch.

"Miss Sun?"

Gong Shi seemed to be startled, the beautiful and exquisite phoenix eyes behind the mask moved slightly, and turned to look at Sun Xiuqing.

He took a few steps forward, staggered away from Ximen Chuuxue, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, why is your face so bad? Do you feel cold?"

"I'm... all right."

Sun Xiuqing's face was pale and her lips were gray. At first glance, she looked like she was seriously ill, which was very scary.

"But your complexion is really bad."

The golden fox got closer to Sun Xiuqing again, he looked at the latter carefully, then turned his head to Ximen Chuixue who had not moved, and said, "Master Ximen, I don't know anything about the art of Qihuang, you are very skilled in medicine, come and see Miss Sun."

——I don't need your concern!

Sun Xiuqing took a few steps back while Ximen Chuixue raised her steps.

Ximen Chuuxue, I like you so much, but you are only willing to look at me when reminded by others!

"I, I'm really fine."

A few traces of red appeared on the woman's face, and she looked at Ximen Fuxue: "Really... I just need to go back and drink some ginger soup, don't worry."

After saying that, she didn't wait for the two of them to react, picked up the hem of her skirt, turned and ran away.

"Sun—"

The golden fox looked at Ximen Chuuxue in puzzlement and doubt: "Master Ximen, do you see what happened to Miss Sun? She really doesn't look good."

"Ximen Chuuxue."

"Ah? I know your name, Master Ximen."

"Call me Ximen Chuuxue from now on."

"Then Ximen Chuuxue, do you see if Miss Sun is sick?"

Ximen Chuuxue gave the golden fox an enigmatic look.

Gong Shi: "Young Master really doesn't know anything about the art of Qihuang. Sword God, why are you talking and staring at Young Master? Young Master has said countless times not to compete swords with you."

Ximen Chuuxue: "The moon."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi: "Oh."

Gong Shi: "So what is a menstrual event? Is it serious? Do I need to take medicine?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The golden fox covered his lips and snickered, his eyes full of innocence: "Sword God, please explain to me quickly, what is menstruation?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Seeing that the other party was deliberately pretending not to know, the sword god flicked his snow-white long sleeves, turned around and left.

"Pfft."

With his hands behind his back, the golden fox followed the white-clothed man lightly, refusing to settle down: "Ximen Chuuxue, don't go, why don't you explain? Master, I really want to know..."

The two walked farther and farther.

The grove became quiet again, except for the fallen leaves.

Sun Xiuqing stumbled, with complicated thoughts in his mind, and didn't even know if he met anyone along the way, so he ran straight back to his temporary residence outside Wanmei Villa.

She was brought back to Wanmei Villa, but failed to move in. Even if this temporary residence was also under the name of Wanmei Villa—or in other words, the entire area within a hundred miles was under the name of Wanmei Villa—but there were two more sons under her name. But there is a world of difference.

The autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom in the small courtyard of a single family are swaying with the wind, and the maple leaves that are gradually turning red above the wicker chairs are dazzling.

This is a very comfortable place to live.

——But this is not Wanmei Villa.

Sun Xiuqing stood in the courtyard in a daze, and scenes suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was clearer and clearer than what she had seen in the past.