Falling flowers do not return

"Your grade is still young, why do you want to find an old man to tell your fortune?"

The old man still had his eyes closed, and his hands were still stroking his beard, but his voice was very thick and long, and it didn't sound like the old man's hoarseness and shortness of breath.

"Fortune-telling and fortune-telling, calculate your fate and then change your fate against the sky."

Sitting in front of the stall, the boy sat in front of the stall with a sneer and a cold smile on his lips. He lowered his voice a little: "Everything depends on fate...it's boring."

The old man smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

"What do you want, little friend?"

The old man's eyes were clear and wise, and he looked at Shi Zixu kindly and tolerantly: "Just tell me."

这年头，一不留神就下药最新更新:2016-10-0812:00:00

"Let's say it first, if you don't allow it, I'm going to make a mess."

"Zixu, don't be rude."

As soon as Hua Manlou approached the stall, he heard the young man threatening to tear down the stall—although he knew that the other party was just talking, he still couldn't help but stop him.

"..."

The boy didn't say anything.

"It's okay."

The old man smiled and didn't care, his eyes paused on Huamanlou: "Young master has a very good face, he was born rich and blessed with a long life, but there will be rotten peaches within half a year... No, although rotten peach blossoms come, they are not as good as peach blossoms." .”

"Old man, you said Brother Hua has Peach Blossom in his life?"

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng could hardly hold back his smile, and his four eyebrows twitched.

He stopped next to Huamanlou in three steps at a time: "Brother Hua is the least feminine among the four of us. If you always say that I committed a crime against Peach Blossom, it's more accurate. Brother Hua can be a little bit more None."

Rotten peach?Peach Blossom Evil?

Shi Zixu turned his head to look at Hua Manlou who was smiling all the time behind him, and then turned his head quickly before the other party noticed.

"This little friend has a lot more rotten peach blossoms. I'm afraid I'm used to it, but she also has an excellent face and is blessed with great luck, so the peach blossom evil is just a small fly in the ointment."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

"I'm here to tell the fortune, why didn't you tell me anything, instead you followed them."

The young man huddled in the soft white fox fur, and the expression in his eyes was blurred by the heat in his mouth: "Don't count them peach blossoms, show me."

The pointy chin pressed down the fluff in the throat, Shi Zixu held a bunch of things he bought earlier in his arms, and looked at the old gentleman seriously and intently: "Aside from peach blossoms, what else can you see?"

"Since the little friend insists, the old man will tell the little friend."

"The appearance of premature death, but standing still-death by accident."

"...It's all my fault, I shouldn't be fortune-telling."

The boy huddled in the carriage, his eyes lowered.

There are many things in front of him, and there are many things in the carriage behind him.

There are all kinds of clay figurines, doughnuts, several packages of pastries, trinkets from rings, and even a lantern of birds and phoenixes that occupies almost half of the carriage-the prize of the lantern festival.

Only there is no smile on the face.

"It's good to ruin your mood."

He said to himself alone.

On the return trip, he insisted on riding alone in the same car with Huadeng, so the convoy became Huamanjue alone, Lu Xiaofeng and Huamanlou together, the boy and Huadeng were relatively silent.

He couldn't help but care what the old man said.

"They were all there just now. I didn't ask carefully, so I left them now."

The young man who had gone back and forth became more and more beautiful in the cold winter, and he took out a small note from his arms: "This is written by a person, would you like to count this word?"

On that small piece of paper, there was a single black word "death" written on it.

"...Resurrected from the dead...? Is there really someone who is resurrected from the dead...?"

The young man fiddled with the little tassel on Yu Ruyi's waist unconsciously: "No, if it really comes back from the dead, maybe it can be explained clearly."

"Zixu, get out of the car."

Huamanlou's gentle voice sounded outside the car.

"coming."

Shi Zixu recovered from his contemplation with a jolt, and he hastily responded.

"Still angry?"

Huamanlou heard the rustling of the young man's clothes gradually stop, and instead the sound of footsteps approaching. Knowing that the latter had got off the car, he comforted him, "Fortune-telling words are unreliable, so don't take them to heart."

"I didn't listen."

The young man raised his head high, like a victorious little rooster: "This young master will definitely live to be 80 years old."

"Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng came over and said with a smirk: "Zixu, you were going to tear up that old man's stall at that time - if brother Hua and I hadn't stopped him, the old man's stall would have suffered. Why do you say you don't care now?"

"Would you be happy to hear that kind of talk during the festival?"

Shi Zixu snorted angrily: "Besides, didn't I not open the stall?"

"Because Qitong won the lamp for you."

Hua Manju passed by the three of them, and did not move his eyes when he heard the young man's words: "Compared to you, the young master who should have won the lantern but was defeated by Qitong Jiehu should be angry."

"Who is to blame if the skills are not as good as people?"

While the young man was triumphant, he secretly approached Huamanlou a little bit, and his steps were as slow as Camby's snail.

"That's not as good as seven..."

"Fifth brother."

Hua Manlou suddenly spoke.

"……never mind."

Seeing Huamanlou "looking" at herself with a gentle smile, Huamanju's brows showed disapproval, so she stopped attacking Shi Zixu.

He flicked his long sleeves, and walked straight to his residence without looking at the three of them: "It's getting late, it's time to rest, go back and rest, let's take a step first."

Shi Zixu was taken aback.

Since meeting today, Hua Manju's attitude made him feel very uncomfortable and bad.

The moon above the head was desolate but not bright, and the black clouds drifting from the sky infiltrated the last bit of brilliance little by little, covering the young man's expression in the shadow, making it impossible to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Little Zixu, where's your wine?"

Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly said.

"...My wine is indeed ready, but Uncle Hua doesn't know that I brewed more than one jar. If you want to drink it, you must prepare one thing."

Hearing the words, the young man nodded slightly in the dark, and he smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, but an inexplicable brilliance shone in his dark eyes.

"what?"

Lu Xiaofeng wondered.

"Drink capacity." And determination.

"Little Zixu, you underestimate me."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Let's go, brother Hua, let's go to Zixu's small building to taste the Baihua brew that I learned from you, and see who is the master and the student is better."

"Since brother Lu is interested, he is disrespectful."

Hua Manlou also smiled, and quickly agreed.

Maybe it was because Lu Xiaofeng liked to drink, or he wanted to comfort the teenager who was unhappy because of the fortune teller's comments as much as possible - the latter didn't care what Hua Manlou thought.

Because no one present except Shi Zixu knew what the young man added to the wine when he brewed it.

In fact, he does not brew much, a total of four altars.

One jar is ordinary, one jar is added with high-grade love medicine, one jar is rich in toxins, and the other jar makes people fall asleep after one mouthful.

Four different wines are packed in four jars of different colors, and they are quietly placed in front of the boy now.

Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng were waiting in the small building, while the latter was hesitant.

When he brewed these four jars of wine, he couldn't explain why he put things that shouldn't exist.

"..."

Shi Zixu's eyes were deep as he lightly tapped the wine jar with rounded and trimmed light pink nails.

He finally makes a choice.

"I don't brew much wine, there are only four jars in total, and the jars are small, so I can't let you drink casually."

Dressed in cold air, the young man returned to the small building with two wine jugs and a wine jar in his arms.

He carefully placed the wine jug and wine jar on the table, like a miser who spared no effort to protect his money: "Lu Xiaofeng, you drink hard, the jar of wine is for you."

He pushed the wine jar in front of Lu Xiaofeng and ignored it, instead he picked up the wine jug and poured a full glass for Hua Manlou, making himself a little shallower.

"I said, Zixu, you are too generous. Why do I drink from the wine jar, but Brother Hua has you pour the wine?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the brown wine jar and felt deeply hurt.

"Why don't you say that I give Huamanlou less?!"

The boy's nostrils turned to Lu Xiaofeng, and he said proudly: "Just take a sip, and if you still feel that I am treating one more than another after taking a sip, then I will pour wine for you too."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Lu Xiaofeng lifted the mud seal and sniffed the wine closely: "It smells good, not like a beginner."

"Zixu may be a beginner of Baihua Niang, but not a beginner of wine making."

Hua Manlou picked up the wine cup and took a sip: "The taste is long and mellow, very good."

But Lu Xiaofeng didn't believe it: "Brother Hua, you mean that Zixu learned how to make wine before? How is it possible, how old is he?"

When Shi Zixu heard the words, he glared at Lu Xiaofeng, and the latter was so horrified by the young man's stare, he quickly picked up the wine jar and took a long gulp.

"how?"

The boy raised an eyebrow.

"...Famous teachers make great disciples, Brother Hua."

Lu Xiaofeng gulped down the wine in one gulp, and carefully placed the small wine jug on the table - now he regrets that he drank too quickly and didn't get to taste it - he praised endlessly: "I almost thought this Brother Hua, you made it."

"Brother Lu, you drank too fast."

Huamanlou held the small wine cup and sipped it, and said warmly: "Although the taste is good, the proportion of flowers in Zixu's brewing is actually different from my Baihua brewing. You can taste it if you taste it carefully."

"Then I have to take it easy."

Lu Xiaofeng beamed brightly and said: "I said, little Zixu, I heard what Brother Hua said and learned how to make wine before? Then why don't you brew more? This jar is too small."

Shi Zixu drank a little from the bottom of his cup, then put down the cup, and didn't pour any more for himself.

The small wine cup was twirling at the young man's fingertips: "Rare is the most precious thing. If there is too much brewing, who will cherish it?"

"It's like human life, because there is only one life, so no one wants to die once. But if you have nine lives like a cat, probably no one will mind dying once or twice."

The young man looked at Lu Xiaofeng with lingering eyes, and uttered a sweet whisper like a lover's: "Do you think so?"

"boom!"

Lu Xiaofeng slammed his head on the table.

"Brother Lu!"

Hua Manlou got up suddenly, he stretched out his hand to help Lu Xiaofeng, but he turned to the jar of wine halfway, took a deep sniff and turned to look at Shi Zixu who was sitting quietly on the spot: "What's in it?!"

The white and slender little finger danglingly raised the small jug that hadn't been poured out yet, the young man's eyebrows were curved, and there was a bit of imperceptible charm in his smile: "It's just a high-grade perspiration medicine, let Lu Xiaofeng take care of it." Go to sleep."

"Besides, now, Huamanlou, you should care more about—"

The wine that could not be swallowed in time snaked down the corners of the young man's lips and wet a large area of ​​his clothes.

"What's in this jug of wine?"

The empty wine jug fell to the ground and turned around alone.

这年头，一不留神就明知作死却还要作最新更新:2016-10-0912:00:00

The young man gently wiped the liquid off the corner of his lips with his index finger, his voice was three parts excited, three parts anticipating, and four parts tempting.

He stared at the astonished and shocked Huamanlou intently: "There is nothing in your wine, so Huamanlou you are very sober. Lu Xiaofeng's wine contains sweat medicine, I will give him a good sleep. As for my wine ...for good or for bad, for beauty or for torment, it's up to you..."

"Zixu!" Hua Manlou believed that Lu Xiaofeng's wine was really just sweat medicine, but he couldn't believe that the young man would do such a thing, and the gentle man Ruyu who always smiled warmly expressed a bit of anger in his words: "Don't mess around !"

"Nonsense? In your eyes, I can only do nonsense?"

The corners of Shi Zixu's lips became wider and wider: "Did you hear that? That's why you were seen standing there by Lu Xiaofeng, and you heard me calling your name..."

"Shi Zixu!!!"

"I'm not a kid anymore! I'm not messing around! I want you to like me! I don't want to be your brother forever! I've never treated you like a brother!"

The young man stood up abruptly, his movements were so large that he even staggered two steps forward before he stabilized his figure. His voice became louder and louder: "I said that I will not give up, but that doesn't mean I am willing to watch you try your best to stay away from you." My brother also took care of me as a brother——Hua Manlou, your tenderness is too hurtful, and sometimes I even wish I never met you."

Step by step, he walked around the table and approached the latter, and lifted his fingers away from the waistband little by little. His voice was soft and soft like a kitten, as if he had suddenly forgotten all the emotions that had erupted just now.

Amidst the sound of the rubbing of the shredded clothes, the young man walked lightly. He raised his arms and hung on Hua Manlou who was frozen in place, as if he was a vine or had no bones.

His lips were as red as blood, but moist and soft: "Let's not talk about this, okay? That jug of wine makes me feel so hot..."

The boy's cheek was slowly rubbing against Huamanlou's chest, he squinted his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "It's so hot..."

"...what was added to the wine?"

Huamanlou put his hands on Shi Zixu's shoulders, and the soft fabric in his hands told him that the boy was only wearing his underwear at the moment—slowly but firmly pushed the latter away—Huamanlou almost spit out the words: " What...is added to the wine?"

The young man blinked his eyes in confusion, and the consciousness in his eyes gradually collapsed: "Huh? I added...I added something good?"

He reached out to open his clothes, but was grabbed by Hua Manlou, and he kept leaning on the latter, "It's so hot...Hua Manlou..."

With the young man in such a state, Hua Manlou wondered if there was anything in the wine.

Although he is not close to women, he is not completely ignorant.

The taste of foreign matter in the wine is so well hidden, I'm afraid it has been put in from the beginning of brewing—whether it is the Mongolian sweat medicine poured by Lu Xiaofeng, or the love medicine that Zi Xu drank—it is precisely because of this that Hua Manlou hands Trembling involuntarily.

Because rather than anger, Hua Manlou felt more powerless when facing the restless boy in his arms.

He even wanted to throw Shi Zixu into the yard to sober up, but his character and upbringing destined him not to do so——

When Zixu came to Hua's house when he was ten years old, Hua Manlou himself was already in his twenties at that time, he really treated Zixu as his younger brother, and Zixu has always been really just a child in his heart.

Now the kids are grown up and have big ideas.

Hua Manlou couldn't figure out what went wrong, but he fully realized that he should put an end to the boy's feelings.

"Zixu."

Huamanlou sighed, he racked his brains to prevent the teenager from rubbing or stretching out his clothes, but the latter managed to let the underwear hang around his waist, the delicate and warm skin almost made Huamanlou I don't know how to place my palm: "Tell me, what is the medicine called? Is there a medicine to cure it?

The young man ignored him, and leaned forward to kiss the light-colored lips.

"..."

Hua Manlou turned his head slightly to avoid it, and pushed the boy further away with his arms.

Lu Xiaofeng fell asleep beside him, and Zixu couldn't accept it. This situation almost made Huamanlou helpless——

He finally made up his mind, and raised his fingers together: "Zixu, I'm sorry."

The boy was hit in the back of the neck, and fell limply, falling into Huamanlou's arms.

The latter patiently and meticulously wrapped Shi Zixu's clothes, then bent down and hugged Shi Zixu.

Shi Zixu stared at the ceiling expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely clear, and he could not see the slightest bit of drunkenness or coquettishness caused by drugs.

Huamanlou couldn't see him, he didn't intend to perform any coquettish gestures from the beginning, but focused on the stimulation brought by movements and sounds——

However, Huamanlou carried him upstairs, covered him with the quilt and left.

He helped Lu Xiaofeng leave, and the boy was very sure that the former would come back with the doctor after a while.

Although no doctor is needed.

The jug of wine that Shi Zixu drank was poured out of the ordinary jar, and there was nothing there.

At that time, he didn't want to embarrass himself after being rejected, but now it seems that maybe he subconsciously expected that Huamanlou would definitely refuse.

"..."

Shi Zixu turned over and sat up.

He curled up his legs and curled up into a ball, not knowing what to think.

When Hua Manlou came back with the new resident doctor in Peach Blossom Castle, he encountered this scene.

"Let the doctor go back, I'm fine."

The boy's voice was flat: "I just had it all."

His tone became more serious: "It's all pretend. How about it, I pretend to be like it?"

"Shi Zixu!"

Lu Xiaofeng remembered that he was drinking, so he took a sip—and then fell unconscious?When did Lu Xiaofeng drink so badly? !

When he got dressed and walked out of the room, squinting his eyes to see the bright sun in the sky and it was noon, the four eyebrows on Lu Xiaofeng's face were almost tucked into a ball.

Although he didn't want to think about that, the answer was already coming out.

There is something wrong with the wine that Zixu brought.

"Lu Xiaofeng."

The creaking sound of stepping on the snow gradually approached, and the young man who was walking step by step was pale and almost invisible, as if carved from ice and snow, but he was wearing a plum red cloak. At first glance, he looked like he was in a fire.

Holding the stove in his hand, his steps were heavy, and he seemed to be in a bad mood: "Don't think about it, I added a high-grade sweat medicine to my wine——Hua Manlou asked me to apologize to you."

He said he was apologizing, but Shi Zixu didn't express any apology in his words.

He went to stand opposite Lu Xiaofeng, stared straight at the latter, and suddenly smiled softly after a while: "Huamanlou won't see me again in the near future, he will return to Baihualou tomorrow, if you want to drink authentic If you don’t have Baihua Niang, which doesn’t have the traditional Mongolian medicine, it’s better to go to Baihualou to drink it.”

"for……"

"Don't ask me why there is sweat medicine in your wine, and don't ask me why Huamanlou doesn't see me, because you will be angry if you know."

Shi Zixu interrupted Lu Xiaofeng, his words were very slow, so slow that every time he uttered a word, the boy's face turned pale: "I still say the same thing, I don't regret doing it... Lu Xiaofeng, if I were you, nothing but Huamanlou The outside world will be wary of everyone."

After the young man said these words, he left with a low smile without even looking at Lu Xiaofeng. He laughed for a long time, so long that Lu Xiaofeng could still hear his laughter when he walked out of the yard.

If a person can laugh for so long, he must have encountered something very funny.

The corners of Lu Xiaofeng's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously touched his beard again.

He had been teased and disgusted by Shi Zixu many times before, and besides, the sweat medicine just let him sleep well, and it was not harmful—so Huamanlou must be so angry about other things that he decided to go back to Baihualou...

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, his intuition told him that it's better not to ask Hua Manlou, but to pretend that he didn't know anything.

Shi Zixu walked around in a daze, laughing all the time.

He laughed at himself for wasting another opportunity, but didn't get what he wanted.

He has wanted a lot of things since he was a child, and as long as he wants, someone—whether it is brother or his subordinates—will find it for him, and he just needs to accept it obediently.

He wanted a healthy body, so my brother gave him Xiyan Pill.

He wanted a good-looking master with good martial arts skills to teach him martial arts, so his brother took him to the desert to hunt for treasures, and then picked up a master who was both good-looking and good-looking.

However, he seemed to be cursed, and he was never lacking in material——

"Young Master Shi? Young Master Shi!"

Hua Ping shouted while running out of breath: "Young Master Shi!"

"……What's up?"

Shi Zixu looked back at the old servant who was devoted to Peach Blossom Castle.

The boy's voice was very soft, as if he didn't want to disturb the dream of a sleeping person, he said slowly: "Speak slowly, don't rush."

"Master Shi, I have found you."

Hua Ping barely stopped in front of the boy, took a few breaths and said out of breath: "A guest came to see you, but he refused to enter the mansion, so you must go out to find him."

"Did he say who he is?"

Hua Ping shook his head: "The guest only said that he was your master, Mr. Shi, but he didn't give his name."

As soon as Hua Ping finished speaking, he saw Shi Zixu's originally dull and lifeless eyes "swipe" light up, as if they were filled with crystals, or the brightest stars in the sky.

"How could he come? Master will come?"

The boy's originally pale cheeks gradually turned red due to excitement, and thin sweat gradually appeared on the tip of his happy nose. He was so excited that he almost jumped up, but he didn't move: "I see, thank you, and I will trouble you to lead the way."

"Young Master Shi is too polite."

Hua Ping had a good impression of Shi Zixu, and knew that the latter didn't like being touched by others, so he just took one step ahead of the latter and headed towards the main entrance of Taohua Castle.

Someone stood with his hands behind his back in front of the gate of Peach Blossom Castle.

There is a big beauty standing with her hands behind her back in front of the gate of Peach Blossom Castle.

There was a white-haired beauty standing with her hands behind her back in front of the gate of Peach Blossom Castle.

His face is like a crown of jade, he is handsome and extraordinary, his phoenix eyes are long and narrow, and they are full of contempt. There is a lot of self-respect and pride in his eyes, and his gestures are even more dignified.

It’s just that for some reason, except for a round gold ring the size of a thumb on his right index finger, the rest of his clothes, from the cloak, to the boots, are all in navy blue, and the stiff collar that stands up at the neckline wraps his neck even more Strictly tight—except for the hands and cheeks, no skin is exposed.

"grown ups."

This person also brought two attendants, one of them had a mole under one eye, and the one with the mole spoke at the moment: "Hua Ruling has seen you before, and I'm afraid when I wait here, my lord..."

"It's okay."

The beauty has no expression on her face, and she speaks extremely slowly: "In the eyes of the world, I am already dead. That Hua Ruling is a smart person. Even if he sees it, he will pretend that he didn't see anything."

"Can……"

"Ok?"

The person with the mole on his face immediately fell silent and began to pretend that he was dumb.

这年头，一不留神就……师父怎么可以辣么美最新更新:2016-10-1012:00:00

As soon as the boy stepped over the threshold, he saw the arrogant and cold beauty among the three.

"Master."

Shi Zixu tapped his toes and jumped down several steps.

He was so happy, he was so happy that he used lightness kung fu to the extreme in such a short distance, and the petals of the big cloak inlaid with moon white fox velvet fluttered in the air like petals: "Master, you are coming! Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

The young man completely ignored the indifferent eyes of the visitor, hanging on the latter like an octopus and refusing to get off, his voice was as sweet as honey: "I miss you so much, Master, you are still so good-looking, just like ten years ago Just as nice."

"Come down."

"No."

Shi Zixu hugged the beautiful master and refused to let go, and even gave him a "pop" on the cheek with great enthusiasm. Hua Ping, who was standing by the side, widened his eyes, and the follower with a mole on his face began to look up at the sky: "You If you hit me, I won't come down."

"...Young master."

The corner of the man's eye with a mole twitched: "My lord has wounds on his body that haven't healed yet."

"Is there anyone in this world who can hurt Master?!"

When Shi Zixu heard the words, not only did he not come down, but instead frantically groped the beauty, with a wretched expression like an old hooligan who hadn't seen a woman in ten years: "Where? Where did you get hurt?"

"enough."

The cold beauty took the boy's collar and tore off the latter's body: "What's the matter with the face."

Shi Zixu grinned while biting his lower lip and took the beauty's hand. The latter was also held by him. The former said vaguely, "I didn't sleep well last night, so..."

"Follow me to the inn."

The beauty nodded slightly.

Shi Zixu blinked: "Okay."

He turned his head to look at Hua Ping: "Hua Ping, if Uncle Hua asks where I have been, just say that I went to the inn with Master, don't let Uncle Hua worry."

"Master Shi, are you still coming back for dinner?"

Shi Zixu waved his hand, and his eyes fell back on the beauty, as if he didn't want to waste a moment: "It's nothing."

The man with black hemorrhoids silently led the horse and stopped beside Leng Meiren.

The latter flicked his cloak, and the movement of getting on the horse was natural—then he looked down at the young man on the ground.

As expected, the latter opened his arms eagerly and looked at him pitifully.

"..."

The cold beauty turned her eyes away, although she didn't show it on her face, she seemed to be extremely helpless with Shi Zixu's expression.

The five fingers with clear joints and roots like jade curled up slightly in front of the young man: "Come up."

Shi Zixu immediately sat down on the horse's back with that hand that was as beautiful as a jade carving.

He hugged his slender waist contentedly, and sighed: "Every time I'm with Master, I feel that it's romantic to be a ghost under the beautiful pants."

The one-eyed man staggered when he heard the words, and nearly fell off his horse—even after ten years, he still couldn't accept Shi Zixu's words and deeds—then he received a sharp eye from the beauty.

"Go back if you talk nonsense again."

The beauty flicked her whip, and the horse neighed and ran along the road: "I can't hear you, what's wrong with your face, it's ugly."

When Shi Zixu heard the words, he raised his hand and stroked the skin on his face, and replied casually: "Xiyan Pill."

"It came out of the underground palace."

"Ah."

"Master, how did you get hurt? Where did you get hurt? Did someone recognize you?"

"Fighted with an old man. Waist. No."

Shi Zixu's eyes widened and he sat up straight. He tightly grabbed the beauty's waist, as if he could see through layers of fabric whether there was a wound on the narrow waist——

The young man didn't believe that there are people in this world who are so strong in martial arts that they can defeat the master, so he thought it was a joke before—but he forgot that there are still people in this world who can draw a tie with the master—or even lose both.

The young man's voice trembled slightly, and there was a faint cry: "Master, why did you guys fight? Was it ordered by brother?"

Ever since Master was rescued by him from the desert, he seldom took action other than revenge.

"Excessive discussion."

The steed raised its front hooves and neighed, then stomped heavily to the ground.

In front of the inn where people come and go, Yu Huatian, the former governor of the West Plant, held the rein with one hand, and said calmly, "Here we are, get off the horse."

Shi Zixu immediately got off the horse obediently——then after Yuhuatian got off the horse, he leaned over cheekily, took the latter's slightly cool but slender hand, and said stickily, "Master, do you want me?"

Ten years ago, if someone dared to speak and act like this to the governor of Xichang, who is under one person and over ten thousand people, without Yuhuatian doing it himself, that person would have been sent to a mass grave. Times are different.

So Yu Huatian ignored Shi Zixu directly, just cast a glance at Shi Zixu from the corner of his eye, and walked straight to the inn.

"I know that Master misses me very much too. How can there be such a cute and obedient disciple as me in this world~"

The young man was triumphant, and his fingers were still caressing the slightly callused tiger's mouth restlessly.

"...shut up and let go."

"Two rooms upstairs."

Tan Luzi stepped forward in three steps and made two steps forward, and opened his mouth the next time Xiaoer greeted him.

He felt that he couldn't help but poke his eyes if he watched it any longer - Shi Zixu always had a way to completely destroy the dignity of the governor's body, but he couldn't do anything about the former - he was so cute when he was young. .....

"Two upper rooms!"

The waiter at the inn responded loudly.

This inn is also owned by Peach Blossom Fort, but he doesn't care whether the three people's clothes are luxurious or not, Shi Zixu's face that is always with Mr. Hua Qi is enough for him to deal with it with [-]% energy: "Four of you, please—"

There was a faint scent of incense burning in the room.

Although it is not of the highest quality, it smells good, and it makes people feel warm all over the body in this winter, as if the biting cold has gone away in an instant, and spring has once again descended on the earth.

Ma Jinliang and Tan Luzi have already retreated, and there are only two masters and apprentices left in the room——

"Peach Blossom Fort four years, how is your relationship with Huamanlou?"

Yu Huatian's tone was still calm: "Now there are more people in the rivers and lakes who are not bad. Any businessman has a son who is famous all over the world."

"When the common people are rich, they have time to listen to stories. Besides, Huamanlou is really good, and Lu Xiaofeng is really smart."

The young man put his face on one hand lazily, and said lightly: "Although you may not want to listen, Master, the one on the dragon chair is indeed a bit more reliable in politics than the late emperor—now Dongchang can't stand up anymore. "

Yu Huatian snorted coldly: "Don't forget your identity before you praise others."

"Compared to this, master, why did you suddenly come to Jiangnan?"

The young man stared at the white-haired beauty opposite with burning eyes, "Say it soon" was written on the left face, and "Miss me" was written on the right face: "Is there something important?"

"Be free and have nothing to do."

Yu Huatian didn't even move his eyelids, completely ignoring the four big characters on the young man's face.

He picked up the teacup: "What's the matter with the collarbone?"

"Lock……"

Shi Zixu suddenly lowered his head to look at the collar - after entering the room, the boy took off his cloak. Although the clothes inside were thick and warm, but because of his dishonesty, they fell apart a little, just exposing a little black edge of the flame imprint.

"..."

"If you don't want to say it, it's fine."

The fine porcelain teacup landed on the table silently, Yu Huatian raised her phoenix eyes slightly, and added a bit of coldness in her words: "Who did it in the Hua family?"

"...has nothing to do with Peach Blossom Castle."

The young man's voice was muffled, and he pressed his fingers on the collar slightly, revealing the entire imprint: "I was in the woods that day..."

He finished the whole process concisely, but omitted why he went to the woods to wash up: "Lu Xiaofeng said it was the imprint of the Western Demon Cult, and he guessed that person was Wang Tianbao."

"Wang Tianbao is a waste who only knows how to eat, drink, have fun and see sex."

Yuhuatian denied Lu Xiaofeng's conjecture.

"...Master, could it be possible that you have met Wang Tianbao?"

Shi Zixu suddenly had a bad association: "Could it be that he..."

The young man carefully glanced at the beauty master's complexion—although he didn't see anything other than the conclusion that the beauty master was still so good-looking—after all, Yuhuatian's kung fu of not showing emotions and anger was practiced in the palace , I don't know how much taller than Shi Zixu.

"If there were not two people who are said to be Dharma protectors to stop me, there would be no such person as Wang Tianbao in this world." Yu Huatian mossed the golden ring: "Those two Dharma protectors have good martial arts but not up to the state of beauty. People are Jade Rakshasas."

"...Jade Rakshasa...?"

Shi Zixu looked strange.

He seems to have just finished drinking a bowl of foul-smelling ink, and he also seems to have gotten a favorite toy. Two diametrically opposite emotions are mixed on the young man's delicate face, which is twisted and weird: "...I don't know whether I should be angry now or make sense. It's all effortless."

"When you go back, there should be someone from your brother who can wash off this mark."

Yu Huatian didn't comment on the boy's words: "It's an eyesore."

"Late summer."

The boy closed his collar, his long eyelashes cast a shadow: "I made a bet with Lu Xiaofeng, and the bet expires in early summer."

"What bet?"

"Bet if Huamanlou will like me."

"..."

Yu Huatian finally raised his eyes to look at the boy, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, just like the group of fools he saw in Dongchang back then: "I'm sick again."

"Master, don't say that."

The young man didn't care about Yu Huatian's evaluation. He smiled and twirled his fingers around the loose hair on his chest: "Aren't I attractive to others? Besides, Huamanlou is very good-looking, and he is as good-looking as Master. And brother is very different good-looking."

He rolled his eyes around, and added a not-so-clever flattery: "Of course Master is the prettiest, there is no one more beautiful than Master in this world."

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When Shi Zixu was escorted back to Peach Blossom Castle by Tan Luzi, it was already the beginning of the lights and the moon was on the branches.

Satisfied, the young man rubbed his slightly distended belly. He stood in front of the gate of Peach Blossom Castle, his delicate cheeks were stained with a bloody halo by the red lantern: "Go back, just send me here."

Tan Luzi nodded, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the boy: "Wait a minute. How long has the injury on Master's waist been, and how is the injury? What about the old man?"

Although Shi Zixu stayed with Yu Huatian in the inn for nearly a whole day, and even clung to the latter's side for two meals, he never asked the latter about his injuries.

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