Falling flowers do not return

After the master died, she was brought back and lived in Wanmei Villa—then she married Ximen Chuuxue.

Such a dream, since the day before Master proposed to go to Shanxi, appeared in her mind little by little, like a prophecy, like a curse.

It's not that she didn't want to prevent Master from leaving Emei, but she hoped to see the cold and lonely man in her dream.

Even if you try to dissuade Master, Master won't listen... won't you?

The subsequent development is exactly the same as in the dream, or the first half is exactly the same.

In the dream, the Emei sect did not destroy the sect, and in the dream, there was no palace time.

palace time...

"..."

She stood there for an unknown amount of time, obsessively recalling everything in her dream.

"It was the young master who slaughtered the Emei sect."

A disgusting voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Sun Xiuqing turned around abruptly.

Under the dark yellow and gloomy twilight, Gong Shi was holding the fox mask in one hand and two paper bags in the other.

His phoenix eyes are raised, his long legs are crossed, and he leans on the door frame as if he is soft and boneless.

In the evening wind, the dandy in white clothes is hunting around, like a banished immortal who came from nine days to save the world.

Even the way he looked at Sun Xiuqing was compassionate.

"When I received the order to massacre the Emei faction at the coffin shop, I was still puzzled."

Gong Shi tossed the fox mask up and down, and said slowly under Sun Xiuqing's shocked eyes: "Now it seems that it was because of you, Sun Xiuqing, that you harmed them."

"What do you mean!"

Sun Xiuqing took a few steps forward, she raised her voice and reprimanded: "How can you allow me to talk nonsense about me, Emei?"

"You Emei? I remember that Emei Sanxiu expelled Sun Xiuqing from the sect and issued a hunt and kill order?"

"you!"

"What are you, you know what you have done yourself better than my young master."

Gong Shi raised the paper bag in his hand and waved it in front of the woman's eyes: "It is said that Hefangzhai's desserts are the best in the world, but the old housekeeper said that because Ximen Chuuxue rarely eats sweets, there are not many sweet desserts prepared in the villa. The young master told the old butler that he came out to buy what he liked, and brought brown sugar and ginger slices to visit Miss Sun who was not feeling well... Are you welcome?"

"The top and bottom of the Emei Sect are yours..."

"Well, the young master killed it."

Gong Shi closed the courtyard door with his backhand, and repeated again: "The peaches sold by my grandfather and grandson on the path are delicious, and my young master bought a lot of them when passing by."

In his gentle voice, there are seven parts exclamation and three parts laughing, like a lover's lingering murmur when they are rubbing hands together: "In order not to let others see that the young master did it alone - since you have not gone back, the young master will tell you, In order not to be seen to be done by one person, the young master deliberately used three methods within an hour - the sword, the whip, and the young master's hands."

"I don't want to do that either. After all, Hua Manlou's nose is very sharp, and the blood is too heavy. I have to take many baths. Looking at it now, I have to thank the strong sour smell of Shanxi old vinegar..."

"I kill you!!!"

The long sword dragon came out of her body, and Sun Xiuqing, who had been deliberately stimulated by the palace for several days and heard the truth at this time, turned red with anger. The old and new grudges successfully burned away the woman's little reason.

"Come on, kill the young master."

Gong Shi tapped his toes, and easily dodged Sun Xiuqing's desperate stabbing sword. He continued leisurely, "How long has it been since you practiced your sword? Every day you go to Wanmei Villa and don't remember your own sword. I can't complain." Ximen Chuuxue is ignoring you—it’s useless to give up everything you need to do your best, what’s the use of guarding every day? The young master is also surprised, how can you be so confident that you can attract the sword god? Could it be that you still believe in destiny? "

With a dandy body, Sun Xiuqing still missed with this sword. On the contrary, she was almost led around in circles in the small courtyard by the former.

"Master, I know that you have always thought that I am against you to steal Ximen Chuuxue's attention, and even feel resentful because of it. You think your expression is well hidden? Ximen Chuuxue can tell that I am not too lazy to guess, but I can see it." Clearly."

——Compared to Master's indistinct emotions tempered in the palace, or Ximen Chuuxue's almost no emotional fluctuations, Sun Xiuqing was indeed far behind in Gong Shi's eyes.

"I didn't intend to anger you at first, anyway, my purpose is not the sword god, but it's interesting to see you so angry that you still have to endure it, so I did it on purpose, ha, it turned out that I really pissed you off today Bloodless."

"Gong Shi!!!"

"Don't yell, don't yell, it's almost night and it's not good to make cats and dogs noisy."

Gong Shi suddenly raised his hand, and the hollow eye sockets of the fox mask almost caught Sun Xiuqing's sword point, and at the same time, the person was completely stuck to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

He tilted his head slightly and blinked his eyes lightly: "Twenty...eighteen."

Sun Xiuqing missed several hits, and the tip of the sword got stuck again. The woman who didn't pay attention to what the other party said in a low voice drew back her long sword angrily, and swung the sword flower——

"Miss Sun, I'm sorry—"

"Whoa-"

The moment the paper bag covering his chest shattered, the long sword passed through his chest, and the red wetted a large area of ​​white in an instant.

Brown sugar and ginger slices are entangled, sliding down the soft and precious fabric texture, scattered all over the place.

"Clap."

The fox mask fell and bounced up, and after making a lonely circle, it didn't move anymore.

The silky and unique sound of the sword piercing the flesh made Ximen Chuuxue stop in front of the courtyard.

In a flash, he landed on the courtyard wall.

The dizziness caused by the massive blood loss made Gong Shi's knees weak, and he was no longer able to support his body.

He knelt down slowly, and the long sword passing through his chest was also thrust out a little.

The dandy murmured: "I'm just...just to Ximen Zhuang..."

"Shut up!"

Sun Xiuqing twisted her long sword, she held the hilt with both hands, and raised it high: "Go to hell!"

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Gong Shi felt as if he was surrounded by a group of cool white clouds, dangling in the air.

So he stretched out his hand to grab the cloud, and was surprised to find that it was not only elastic, but also quite hard.

What cloud is so hard...it feels good.

Carrying the seriously injured golden fox to Wanmei Villa to drive away the sword god who was hit in the chest: "...don't move around."

"Oh, good... The master of Ximen, you have the final say..."

The golden fox responded in a daze.

"..."

Gong Shi suddenly opened his eyes: "Ah???"

He made a dramatic move, involving the wound, and then he took a breath of air: "Hiss——"

"Don't talk too much."

"..."

The golden fox opened its lips slightly, and was about to say something, but when it heard what the other party said, it closed tightly again.

The charming Danfeng's eyes stared straight at Ximen Fuxue's firm chin, as if she was real: "..."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Gong Shi didn't blink: "..."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Gong Shi continued without blinking: "..."

Ximen Chuuxue: "The sword passed from the left side of the heart, not hurting the veins."

Gong Shi blinked: "..."

Ximen Fuxue: "...You can talk, but not violently."

Gong Shi: "Master...Miss Sun didn't do it on purpose, it's my fault."

Ximen Chuuxue: "You could hide, why didn't you hide. Why didn't Suhuan move?"

Gong Shi: "I said it was the young master's fault...it is also right to be killed by Miss Sun with a sword."

Ximen Chuuxue: "What's wrong."

Gong Shi suddenly found half a bloody handprint on the sword god's chest. He instantly understood what he had done just now, and couldn't help but look away guilty: "... Where is Miss Sun, is she okay? I didn't expect that she didn't kill Xiao Xiao. Master, let Ximen Zhuang...Ximen Chuuxue come and save the young master."

Ximen Chuuxue: "She wanted to kill you."

Gong Shi: "Then why didn't you kill her? You stopped her?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Gong Shi: "Why don't you speak?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Gong Shi was shocked: "Could it be... hiss—"

Ximen Chuuxue: "What mistake did you make?"

Gong Shi's exquisite face was tangled together: "Can you not say it, young master?"

Ximen Chuuxue: "What's wrong."

Gong Shi shrank his neck: "Ximen Chui... four words are so tiring, I'd better call you Chuuxue. I really don't want to talk about it, so don't ask Chuuxue."

Ximen Chuuxue: "Butler Zhao——"

Gong Shi: "So the old housekeeper's surname is Zhao!"

Ximen Chuuxue: "...said you went to Hefangzhai alone, and before you left, you specifically asked where brown sugar and ginger slices were sold in the town."

Gong Shi: "Fortunately, my young master told Steward Zhao that he saved his life. You must thank him when you go back."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The golden fox took a sneaky look at the other party: "Chuixue, you also went to visit Miss Sun?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The two were speechless for a while.

The voice gradually lowered, and the exhaustion of excessive blood loss swept over Gong Shi: "You saved my life for the second time... How will I repay you..."

He slowly leaned against Ximen Chuuxue's chest, and fell unconscious again.

Butler Zhao was taken aback when he welcomed the owner back.

Not only because the owner of the villa actually carried a person back, but also because of the bright red blood on the white clothes of the two of them.

Not to mention that Ximen Chuuxue was holding Gong Shi in his arms, and there was half a bloody handprint on his chest.

"Go prepare the medicine."

Ximen Chuuxue passed by Butler Zhao, and said coldly, "Send someone to clean up Sun Xiuqing's body."

Butler Zhao: "..."

If it wasn't for being well-trained and accompanying the owner all the year round, Steward Zhao would have been almost frozen in place.

Even if Sun Xiuqing was the first woman by the owner's side, he still didn't like the former - after all, no one knew whether this woman approached the owner for revenge or true love.If it's for revenge, don't worry about it yet.But if she really loves her—how can such an ungrateful woman who betrays her teacher be the mother of the future young master.

Unless you leave the mother and keep the child.

It turned out that the owner of the villa just now asked him to send someone to clean up Sun Xiuqing's body?

Sun Xiuqing is dead?

The aged butler didn't know whether to be thankful that the problem was solved, or worried that the young owner of Wanmei Villa was nowhere to be seen.

No matter how much he sighed in his heart, Butler Zhao quickly dispatched them.

The villa is still in an orderly manner, without any change.

Gong Shi lay quietly on the bed, taking long breaths.

The golden fox with a quiet and gentle sleeping face is completely different from when he is awake, neither mouthful nor uttering words that make people speechless.

——Although he woke up early, he still maintained his original posture, and his breathing did not change.

Because Ximen Chuuxue was sitting at the side, slowly wiping the black scabbard sword, earnestly and focused...probably.

Gong Shi couldn't open his eyes to take a peek, so he could only assume that the former was wiping carefully and focusedly as usual.

How long did the young master sleep for?

Why is Ximen Chuuxue wiping his sword here?

I'm so hungry... I want to drink fish ball soup QAQ

My chest hurts too, I need beauty to comfort me, I don’t need to be too beautiful to be TAT like Master

The sound of wiping the sword suddenly stopped.

Gong Shi immediately stopped his wild thinking and continued to pretend to be asleep: "..."

The sound of the long sword returning to its sheath and the sound of the sword god's footsteps gradually moving away sounded at the same time.

Let's go, the young master will get up as soon as he leaves.

"Squeak-"

Door opening.

"Just put it down."

"Yes, Master."

The voice of the servant girl overlapped with the sound of the wooden objects hitting each other.

The woman put the food box on the table, bowed to Ximen Chuixue and then retreated.

The latter walked back slowly, opened the food box, sat down, and continued to wipe the sword.

The aroma of the food in the food box mixed with the sweetness of the snacks, and it went straight into the golden fox's nose.

Gong Shi: "..."

What hatred and what resentment.

He immediately made up his mind to continue pretending.

The young master is a persevering person and will not be tempted.

The golden fox hummed triumphantly in his heart.

However, what a person eats when he is hungry is delicious, and similarly, what he smells when he is hungry is also particularly delicious.

"..."

The perseverant golden fox finally decided to take a sneak peek after half a stick of incense.

So Gong Shi quietly opened a crack——

Facing a pair of frosty black eyes.

Gong Shi: "... I didn't peek at you, I just woke up, really."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The sword god was noncommittal to the dead duck's stubborn dude.

The latter simply stared at Ximen Chuuxue openly: "How long have I been asleep, my lord?"

"Eleven hours."

"No wonder I'm so hungry."

The golden fox, who lost his mask, had a particularly vivid expression. His lips were slightly pursed: "Eleven hours..."

No matter how serious the injury was in the past, I never slept for so long, Xiyan Dan...

Gee.

"Young master is causing trouble again."

The golden fox was sticky, and seemed to be struggling to sit up. The injured part was extremely embarrassing. When it moved a little, its skin felt tearing, so it had to fall back again.

"The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. This kind of life-saving grace is not as simple as a drop of water. Besides, you have saved the young master twice. How can you repay this? It is better to let the young master give you a body."

"can."

Gong Shi: "But I know Fubuki you won't answer..."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi: "Huh?"

The golden fox looked at Ximen Chuuxue with a pair of phoenix eyes in horror: "The young master must have been stabbed in the ear, or it hurt his brain, or he is still dreaming."

His long and slender neck retracted downward, like a quail huddled together in winter: "Keep sleeping, and I will wake up from the dream in a while."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The golden fox murmured to himself: "Although I think about it every day and dream at night, this dream is too... no, it's a little too fake."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes turned cold when he heard the words.

He got up slowly, walked to the bed, and said condescendingly: "Come out."

Gong Shi: "Master, no, anyway, the sword god in my dream can't compete with my master."

"……come out."

The golden fox shrank back again, revealing his eyes and glaring at Ximen Chuuxue aggressively: "Why, in my own dream, you can still drag me into a sword fight—you agree to promise me with your body?" Use—I know this is a dream."

Ximen Chuuxue: "...It's not a dream."

Gong Shi: "It wasn't Meng Jianshen who wouldn't let the young master marry him with his body. The young master has always believed that Fuxue is a sword that becomes a spirit."

Ximen Chuuxue's complexion seemed to darken a little—although this might just be Gong Shi's illusion—because his tone remained unchanged: "What did you say to Sun Xiuqing, she wants to kill you."

Gong Shi's face froze when he heard the words, he hesitated for a while and said: "...it's really a dream every day and night, I remember that Chuuxue also asked?"

He said awkwardly: "Anyway, it's in a dream... It's okay to tell you. Young Master went to visit Miss Sun today, and Miss Sun suddenly asked Young Master if he was interested in you... huh? Speaking of it, it's strange, the young master didn't show it, how did she see it? The young master didn't intend to destroy your relationship with Miss Sun."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower: "In the end, I didn't expect Miss Sun to be so angry... I can't fight a girl whose martial arts is weaker than myself, so I had to dodge around. Who would have thought that Miss Sun would be so angry?" He was going to kill me... At that time, I thought that it would be good if a sword could calm Miss Sun, so I didn't dodge that sword..."

So he only symbolically blocked it with brown sugar and sliced ​​ginger, and then almost died under Sun Xiuqing's sword.

The golden fox hid in the soft and warm quilt for a while, and suddenly stared at Ximen Chuuxue thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, those charming and natural phoenix eyes were instantly brightened, as if thinking of something beautiful, so that her fair cheeks gradually turned a thin blush.

He blinked his eyes lightly, and suggested happily: "It's rare that this dream is so real, how about blowing snow and kissing your young master... No, many, ten, many, many, many, many?"

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The golden fox's eyes were burning like copper bells, and the sword god's face remained unchanged like an ice sculpture.

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi: "...Huh? Why didn't you respond?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Gong Shi: "Isn't the young master dreaming? Shouldn't the people in the dream listen to the young master?"

Ximen Chuuxue: "It's not a dream."

Gong Shi: "Young Master, even in a dream, you can't do what you want and you can't get what you want..."

Gong Shi: "..."

The golden fox's lips parted slightly, and the moon-white teeth could be faintly seen.

Then he ruthlessly bit down with all his might.

The force was so ruthless that it seemed as if he wanted to gnaw off a piece of meat.

Gong Shi screamed: "It hurts so much, so why don't you stop me QAQ?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Rolling all over the floor in pain—even though he was lying on the couch now, unable to roll because of the sword wound on his chest—Dandy fully expressed his shock.

"Young master knows how to have such a good thing."

Gong Shi's lower lip was bitten with a lot of scars, and blood was oozing out bit by bit.

He lowered his brows and eyes, like a white fox who had nowhere to hide and had to lower his ears and tail to fight the heavy rain, sad and lonely: "You already know why Miss Sun killed the young master Chuuxue...it is indeed the young master's fault, and also killed him." You misunderstood and hurt Miss Sun...is Miss Sun okay?"

"She is dead."

"She died..."

Gong Shi slowly raised his eyes to look at Ximen Chuuxue, his phoenix eyes gradually widened.

The two looked at each other.

The former's eyes were full of turmoil, surprise, remorse, nostalgia, all kinds of emotions were mixed, and they were quickly covered up.

The latter is calm and calm, without distinguishing between emotions and anger.

"...Young master will leave Wanmei Villa tomorrow, and I hope that the owner of Ximen Village will stay with you overnight."

The golden fox averted his eyes for a long while, and said, "Gongshi was saved by the owner of Ximen several times, but he ruined the marriage of the owner of Ximen. Ten thousand deaths are not enough to apologize."

"What a sin."

The golden fox stared at the horns on his chest and said nothing: "..."

"It is not too much to kill the one who draws the sword first. And if you never draw the sword, you are unarmed."

"Miss Sun is a woman after all..."

"You are dishonest."

"..."

"My way of swordsmanship is sincere to the sword, sincere to people, and sincere to—"

"Be sincere."

Gong Shi took a deep breath, causing his chest to throb again, and he still refused to meet Ximen Chuuxue's eyes: "But Master Ximen, if you follow your heart, I'm doomed to dream. Don't say that Miss Sun is happy with you , just say that since you brought her back to Wanmei Villa, it can be seen that you also have feelings."

He smashed the pot and said: "Could it be possible that the young master can still ruin a marriage for his own selfish desire? It is better to tear down a temple than destroy a relationship - but now that Miss Sun is dead, it is too late to say anything."

"Your kindness for saving my life, I can only repay you in the next day."

"How to report."

"...Young master knows that you were fooling me by saying that you can agree with your body... Ximen owner, you decide."

The golden fox suddenly supported the couch with his right hand, and struggled to sit up - when he finally leaned on the round pillow, his lips were bloodless due to the severe pain: "If you want to kill or cut me up, I have no complaints - don't slap me in the face. Yes, I am very satisfied with this face, and I want to wear it in my next life."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

"Since that's the case, what you have caused me to lose is what you will return."

The long fingers slowly wiped away the half-condensed blood beads on the corners of the dude's lips—the slightly callused fingertips were a little stiff because they had never done such a thing—the former was not much better, he was already Because of the sword god's actions, he solidified into a stone: "You think Sun Xiuqing is the one who loves me, and now that she is dead, you return me alone."

return?

How to return it?

Shitou Fox was stunned: "Ah? Where are you going to find Miss Sun to pay you back?"

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was flat, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and maybe because of the dude's suddenly dull mind, he added a bit of helplessness: "You."

Gong Shi: "Master, I'm not grandson..."

Gong Shi: "..."

Gong Shi suddenly turned his head to look at the completely dark night sky outside the window, as if he wanted to make a hole in it, or find out the ghosts and ghosts who had survived the catastrophe: "Since the young master is not dreaming-then it is raining today? There is thunder and sword God? Or is it possessed by some spirit monster?"

Ximen Chuuxue: "...it never rained."

——So he was neither struck by lightning nor possessed by spirits.

When Gong Shi heard the words, his eyes were full of energy and his eyes were bright: "Tsk tsk tsk, Master Chuuxue knows that he is very charming, and everyone likes him except for those who belong to him. You don't have to be so reserved. Really, look at how straightforward you are." .”

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The golden fox leaned on the round pillow, nodded and looked at him, with smiles on his brows and eyes, and his words were three-point teasing and seven-point frightening: "Oh, oh, what if someone told me when I first arrived at Wanmei Villa? Ximen Chuuxue, who is as cold as nine waters, would say such words, and I will definitely think that person is a fool. But now that I have heard you say that, I am glad that I am not a fool, To turn around and laugh at people who don't believe that the sword god will descend to earth is a fool—how about Fubuxue, say it unpretentiously again? Say you like Xiaoye?"

Ximen Chuuxue said nothing: "..."

"My lord, if you are in full bloom now instead of being seriously injured, I really want to pounce on you and kiss you, lord."

After being disheartened and suddenly satisfied, the golden fox almost turned into a fluffy and soft tail swaying back and forth, and the arc of his lips couldn't be suppressed at all, but it became bigger and bigger: "Young master never liked anyone before. So I don’t know, but now I realize that it’s such a happy thing to be happy with someone and get a response, and I don’t even feel pain in my chest.”

His eyes seem to be filled with the softest warm wind in spring, and they are like the most dazzling star in the night sky: "Chuixue, can you get closer, I can't move now, but I want to get closer to you, even a little bit." .”

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing gradually approached under Gong Shi's expectant eyes, Ximen Chuuxue sat sideways on the couch: "Don't move around."

——How can the golden fox, who is not even sure whether the sword god will be obedient, really stay still?

If he doesn't move, he won't be Gong Shi.

He giggled and went to pull Ximen Blowing Snow's white and soft clothes: "I still think it's unreal, do you really want me to promise you with your body? Didn't you really dream before?"

Before Ximen Chuuxue could answer, the restless golden fox forcibly pulled the small piece of clothes to sit up and threw himself on the former.

Sword God's body froze again—he had never been so close to a person, so he was going to froze—he moved his fingers slightly, but he didn't break free.

His fingertips were even stained with a touch of red from the golden fox's lips.

I don't know if it was because he didn't want to break free, or because of the faint blood color on the chest of the golden fox who raised his arms around his waist.

Gong Shi's sharp chin rested on the sword god's shoulder, and he clasped his hands quite familiarly, humming in a sticky nasal voice, and the heat kept falling into the latter's cochlea with his intermittent words: "Young master still I thought Fuxue would subconsciously stab the young master to death with a sword, but fortunately you didn’t. What do you call this in the scriptures? Peony... No, it’s also romantic to be a ghost under the sword god’s pants?”

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at the golden fox indifferently: "If you keep doing this, the wound will burst open."

The latter's long eyelashes and a small fan generally cast a small shadow on his eyes. His eyebrows and eyes are curved: "Chui Xue, can't you move? You can't move, young master."

The former can't see any expression. To be precise, he can't see any expression most of the time: "..."

But he also allowed the golden fox to rub back and forth without moving.

"When I saw Chuuxue for the first time, I was thinking, how can there be such a person in this world, if you have to find someone to have fun with to suppress the drug, you would be a good choice."

The golden fox leaned on Ximen Chuixue's shoulder, and chattered non-stop: "To be honest, at that time, Chuuxue helped you undo the medicine for my master, and when I woke up, I was both happy and regretful. I was happy because I didn't have to deal with strangers. Well, I was saved by the Sword God. It's a pity that the Sword God is not a villain who takes advantage of other people's dangers—don't be so cold to see Xiaoye tell you the truth, Xiaoye is so sincere."

Under Ximen Chuixue's cold eyes, he continued: "Even if I thought that way at the beginning, it doesn't mean that I am a casual person. After all, if I have to get along with someone, I will always prefer someone better than my younger brother." I don't like-"

The tip of the golden fox's nose wrinkled slightly, and he saw the man looking sideways at him, with his sharp, handsome and resolute cheeks close at hand, and suddenly he felt mortal, and the bad water came to his heart.

Gong Shi pressed the sword god with one hand to prevent the opponent from dodging or struggling—or he might just stab himself to death with a sword to give him a chill or something—and lightly lifted the latter's chin with the other hand.

"Hey, good evening, beauty. Why don't you give me a smile on such a beautiful day? Or can I give you a smile? If you don't like it, why don't you go straight to the point?"

He proposed sincerely and sincerely: "What poses do beauties like? I heard that there are..."

The "beauty" Ximen Chuuxue who was molested after being assaulted in the chest seems to be pressing on the hilt of his sword to send someone two holes: "..."

Seeing this, the dandy raised his phoenix eyes, beat his head in grief, beat his chest and stomped his feet, and said in a heartbroken way: "Beauty, you are so cruel, is this trying to murder your husband if things don't work out? Then I have to..."

Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward and kissed each other with a clear goal.

(The three hundred words about being forced to kiss after teasing her breasts and the five hundred words about using kuan hands, yi, jie feet, and dai are omitted here)

Teared by the dandy, the sword god's arms suddenly sank in his clothes, his clothes wide open and his breathing getting heavier, his black eyes deep.

The golden fox was unambiguous at all, fainting in the latter's arms without any pretentiousness, half of his chest was already wet with the viscous fluid oozing from his chest.

Dizzy after teasing.

It's just so straightforward and self-willed.

Ximen Fuxue whose complexion was truly darkened by three points: "..."

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"Squeak-"

Ximen Chuixue's blue silk was dyed white, holding a long sword with a black sheath, and stepped into the room with a cold air.

What greeted him was a red brazier, a heat wave as warm as spring, and a golden fox still sleeping in the dim curtain.

The former finished practicing the sword in the light snow and dealt with the affairs of the villa, but the latter still hasn't woken up.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt the muscles and bones.

Gong Shi had neither a tendon nor a bone injury, but his chest was pierced—especially after the wound was ruptured that night by forcibly teasing Ximen Chuuxue—he was standing upright on the bed with the increasingly bitter and smelly soup prescribed by the Sword God. Lied for two months.

This lying down, I lay down from the end of autumn to the deep winter.

New Year's Eve.

The person on the couch murmured unspoken syllables in a low voice, and slowly turned over.

A slender white and slender hand stuck out of the curtain because of this, hanging down weakly.

The skin of the pampered dandy is delicate and smooth, like fine silk and satin, and the round fingertips are even more beautiful in pink. Although the palms are a little calloused due to martial arts training, the flaws are not concealed.

Not to mention that captivating face—since the golden fox was injured, he no longer wears a mask all the time—so he captivated many servants in Wanmei Villa.

Fortunately, the servants are well-trained. At most, they can sigh in their hearts that Mr. Gong looks better than herself as a woman, and they will not do unnecessary things to cause trouble for the latter.

The fingertips outside the curtain moved slightly, and the person on the bed seemed to wake up.

Ximen Chuuxue stood expressionlessly by the brazier at the door for a few breaths, the cold air all over his body gradually dissipating.

"Blowing Snow...?"

The hand trembled, then lifted and pulled the tulle away.

Gradually revealing his true face, the golden fox with blue silk has disheveled clothes and a thin quilt barely covers the skin on his chest. His straight and slender collarbone is looming behind his long hair.

The sleepy golden fox's eyes were foggy, and he said in a daze, "You're back...?"

"Ah."

The latter walked up to the front of the collapse, and sat down sideways: "Wrist."

The golden fox squirmed in the quilt for a while, bent its waist like a cooked shrimp and approached the man.

He pillowed the latter's leg with ease, and stretched out a hand: "Do you still want to drink that medicine today... I feel like vomiting when I see it now..."

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was cold, and he pressed down slowly with four fingers resting on the thin wrist: "You don't need to drink this medicine."

"Master, I don't want to burst the wound, I blame Fubuki, you are too...delicious?"

The golden fox chuckled, glanced at the sword god with fluttering phoenix eyes, and said lazily: "Young master can't hold it back when he sees you, what do you think Chuuxue should do?"

"...Drink for another ten days."

The latter was unmoved.

Gong Shi: "...Don't do this, really."

Ximen Chuuxue: "Ten days."

Gong Shi said with difficulty: "Okay, you are a doctor and you have the final say."

The golden fox grabbed the quilt and covered his shoulders, his legs curled up, and the whole fox rolled into a huge cocoon.

"Today is the New Year... Time flies so fast, my young master is one year older."

Gong Shi sighed melancholy and maturely: "The plum blossoms outside must be very beautiful. In Wanmei Villa, my master can't go out to enjoy the plum blossoms. It's a pity."

At this time last year...

At this time last year, he was still struggling with Huamanlou in Peach Blossom Castle, but this year he changed to Wanmei Villa.

The peach blossoms are scorching, the plum blossoms are lonely and tall,

One year spent similar, each year is different.

"hand."

Ximen Chuixue said suddenly.

"Didn't you get your pulse just now?"

The golden fox subconsciously handed over his wrist, three points puzzled and seven points confused: "What?"

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while under Gongshi's ignorant eyes, and said concisely: "You can enjoy plum blossoms for an hour."

"Really?"

The golden fox grabbed the former's well-knit palm and pressed a kiss on it.

He was joyful and excited, and when he lifted the quilt, he was about to get up: "Then let's go!"

"Drink the medicine first."

The short words of "Sword God" instantly made the excited golden fox as quiet as a chicken.

The latter's phoenix eyes were wide open, and he stared at Ximen Chuuxue with his most pitiful, innocent, and clear eyes: "Let's discuss it... I'll have a drink when I come back?"

"No, now."

It was the first time that Gong Shi missed Song Wencao so much—although the iron shoe thief’s medical skills may not be equal to Ximen Chuuxue’s, but fortunately the medicine he prescribed would not be so smelly and bitter—the dude hummed unlovingly: "Where is the master's medicine?"

——Ximen Chuuxue only had a black scabbard sword in his hand, but there was no trace of medicine.

"Master."

The golden fox's pronunciation was loose, and the woman's soft words came from outside the closed door: "Mr. Gong's medicine is ready."

Gong Shi: "..."

Ximen Chuuxue: "Come in."

As soon as the maidservant with low eyebrows entered the door, he heard the golden fox say: "Miss sister, if you come ten breaths later, I don't have to drink now."

The woman silently handed the tray to Ximen Chuuxue, and when the latter picked up the medicine bowl, she blissed slightly when facing the palace, and then retreated quietly.

Ximen Fuxue: "Get up."

The golden fox was terrified. Just smelling the bitter smell, he felt sour water in his stomach: "It's too hot."

Ximen Fuxue: "Get up."

Gong Shi put his arms around the sword god's narrow waist: "Chuixue~"

Ximen Chuuxue: "...Get up, drink the medicine."

The golden fox reluctantly sat up slowly, he leaned on Ximen Chuuxue's body as if weak and boneless, making the latter's clothes more and more wrinkled.

He took the medicine bowl with a look of sadness and heroism on his face, as if it was not a bowl of tonic but a bowl of medicine: "Why did you come back so early today? It's half an incense stick earlier than usual."

Gong Shi pressed the medicinal juice to his lips, leaned back his slender neck slightly, and drank the medicinal juice all at once.

"A letter from Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City."

Ximen Chuuxue said slowly: "Ask me for a decisive battle."

"—cough cough cough!!!"

Hearing the words, the golden fox suddenly rushed to the bedside and coughed earth-shatteringly. He exerted so much force that he almost coughed out his lungs, or burst the wound for the second time.

"Why, why did he suddenly--no, the reason is not important, and I don't need to know."

The dude's long hair was disheveled, and he tightly grasped the bluish-white phalanx with one hand, as if protruding through the skin, and slowly wiped off the brown around his lips with the other hand: "I didn't expect...you two..."

He sighed softly, looking at Ximen Chuuxue's phoenix eyes with clarity: "Chuixue, you agreed, right? When is it scheduled? Where is it?"

"August, Zijin Mountain."

"Master, I used to think that Chuuxue and City Lord Ye would meet each other one day."

The long hair brushed behind the ears slowly, and the golden fox leaned on Ximen Chuuxue's shoulder again: "Young master mentioned before that you look alike to Chuuxue, and I was talking about him—but now that you think about it carefully, you are actually not alike." ——City Lord Ye...his famous sword to recruit flying immortals from the sky is very interesting."

"You met him."

"Baiyun City and my young master's family are... family friends."

——In other words, feuds are more suitable for the descendants of the former and current emperors.

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