Chun Feng Du Jian

After sending Liao Changxing away, Xue Qinglan felt more at ease, then turned to Wen Heng and said, "Why is this so, do we need to be so careful?"

"Be careful and make no big mistakes. Your life matters." Wen Heng raised his hand to uncover the food box on the table, looked at the contents, and asked, "Why don't you eat? How long has it been?"

Xue Qinglan replied indifferently: "Forgot."

Wen Heng didn't say much, he fastened the lid of the box, opened the window and took another look, and asked, "Where's your master?"

Xue Qinglan pointed to a lighted room in the west wing: "I'm retreating to make medicine, and told me not to disturb him, it looks like I'll be busy all night."

"That's good." Wen Heng said, "Pack up a few changes of clothes, hug a pillow, carry a food box, and follow me."

"what?"

"Do you want to sleep with me on a pillow tonight?" Wen Heng pushed his shoulder, turned him around, and urged casually, "Go quickly."

Xue Qinglan was asked to pack his things in a daze. Wen Heng half-raised his eyelids, and lazily glanced at the brightly lit west chamber. The corners of his upturned mouth suddenly straightened. The expression under the shadows was so stern that it was almost frightening.However, this expression disappeared when he turned around. When Xue Qinglan turned around, he had already closed the window, and stood in front of the window with arms folded like a young master, asking, "Is everything cleaned up?"

Xue Qinglan packed up a small bundle, tied it in a knot and carried it in her hand, and was about to get the food box, but Wen Heng took it first: "I'm coming, let's go."

The two went all the way unimpeded and returned to the courtyard where Wen Heng lived.He didn't return for two days, and the house was as cold as a snow cave, but after the fire was lit, the heat soon filled the whole house.Wen Heng took out the vegetables in the food box and reheated them again, and cooked another pot of thick red dates and millet porridge, forcing Xue Qinglan to drink two bowls to drive away the cold.

Wen Heng didn't eat for two days, and he didn't dare to eat too much. He just drank slowly with a bowl of porridge, and at the same time explained to Xue Qinglan one by one the secret and explicit thoughts of tonight.

He spent three years of happy life on Yueying Mountain. He thought he had forgotten these skills of guessing people's hearts and intrigues. He didn't expect that it is his instinct to think and worry. He usually hides it very tightly. Whenever he is stimulated by external forces, It became the first weapon he showed.

Xue Qinglan listened to him chattering, sweat dripped from the tip of his forehead and nose, and he was drowsy due to the heat and satiety, but he kept his eyelids open and asked, "Senior brother, since you want to prove your innocence, why don't you directly send the man in the underground palace?" Why bother? They know that the stolen sword is a fake sword, so they can save their efforts in vain."

Wen Heng glanced at him and smiled: "Can you still listen to my explanation now? It's useless not to talk about it. Don't worry about getting sleepy. After rolling in the pit for a day, I'll make a basin for you." Hot water, at least wipe off before going to sleep."

Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that she couldn't even turn her head, Wen Heng said nothing.With the last bit of energy he had to scrub himself clean, he didn't even care about being ashamed to share the bed with Wen Heng, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

Wen Heng knows better than anyone what he has been sleeping for these two days.He shook off the quilt and tucked it up tightly for Xue Qinglan, wrung out his half-wet long hair and put it next to the pillow. at the end of the bed.After tidying up everything, he went to bed with his clothes on and lay down next to Xue Qinglan.

Wen Heng slept in the cave for a long time, and received Gu Chuifang's teaching skills, his physical strength has greatly improved, and now he is not very tired, he just closes his eyes and rests his mind, and slowly replays all the things in the past two days in his mind.

Leaving aside the matter of stealing the sword, the adventure in the underground palace can be described as unimaginable. Although Gu Chuifang did not explicitly say that this matter should not be publicized, Wen Heng had to be careful.

He has heard of the title of "Hanging Sword in the Canghai", and various speculations about Gu Chuifang's disappearance. Now it seems that 30 years of self-appointment is simply the weirdest ending among them.

The argument that the apprentice stole the sword and escaped, and the master punished himself with guilt is not very credible. Wen Heng guessed from ordinary people's thinking that Gu Chuifang was only in his 30s when the Chunjun sword was stolen, and he was in the prime of life.He could have gone down the mountain to hunt down the traitor himself, maybe he could get it back, why did he lock himself up instead, wasting time for no reason, so that Chun Junjian is still living outside?And according to Gu Chuifang, the Chunjun faction did not rush to look for the sword after throwing it away, but ingeniously made a fake sword, pretending that nothing happened-can the treasure of the town faction still be fooled like this?

What is even more suspicious is Chunjun's attitude towards Gu Chuifang in the past 30 years.There are seven peaks in Yueying Mountain, but Linqiu Peak has been designated as a forbidden area. Most of the disciples in the sect don't know the reason, and the elders and seniors rarely mentioned the matter of Linqiu Peak and the previous generation of elders, which made Wen Heng suspicious. Is Gu Chuifang as innocent as he shows?The 30 years of not being able to see the sun, is it his self-proclaimed, or is it simply imprisoned, is it to prevent him from contacting the outside world, so as not to do anything that is not conducive to the Pure Jun faction?

All kinds of thoughts are intertwined in his mind, no matter how he thinks there is something suspicious, Wen Heng can conclude that Gu Chuifang must not have told the whole truth, but what is hidden by him, the answer may only be found by himself.

Until the middle of the night, Wen Hengfang felt a little drowsy.Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt the quilt beside him tremble slightly. Xue Qinglan seemed to be very cold in his sleep.curled up tightly,

It was very cold at night, and the heat generated by cooking and boiling water at night dissipated quickly, and the brazier at the end of the bed could only keep people from freezing in the room. Wen Heng had long been used to this climate and didn't think it was bitter, but it was only for a short while , Xue Qinglan was about to shrink into a shrimp, but she still couldn't stop shaking slightly.

Wen Heng was afraid that he would suffer from the cold, so he had no choice but to be rude, opened a small slit in the quilt, and reached in to test the temperature.

The bedcloth and quilt were all cold, not as warm as the place where Wen Heng was lying, and even the skirt of his clothes didn't get warm.I don't know what kind of physique Xue Qinglan has. The more you sleep in the bed, the colder it gets.

Wen Heng lived in a shabby place, and he didn't have an extra quilt to cover him, so he had to carefully pull Xue Qinglan over, and the two lay face to face.He held Xue Qinglan's cold fingers resting on the pillow with both hands, tucked them into the quilt, and used the warmth of his palms to relieve him from the chill.This series of small movements was a bit disturbing, Xue Qinglan was woken up by him, and gave a vague "hmm".

Wen Heng immediately lowered his voice and said, "It's okay, you sleep."

Fortunately, Xue Qinglan was very sleepy. He might have thought he was dreaming, and his hands were clasped together by warm palms. It seemed that the cold was not so cold, and he soon fell into a deep sleep again.

After a deep dream, Xue Qinglan woke up the next day and almost forgot where she was.He had had enough sleep, but the quilt was too warm, and a familiar scent of green bamboo lingered in the warmth, extending the tail of sleepiness infinitely, and his whole body fell into a kind of lazy, warm lethargy.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't slept in such a secure and undefended sleep. He only felt comfortable physically and mentally, as if he was reunited with the spring breeze that could smooth out all wrinkles.

A low sigh-like smile fell from the top of his head, like a feather, and landed softly on the side of the pillow: "I've woken up, do you still want to sleep?"

He laughed and trembled with his chest, which made Xue Qinglan startled, raised his head suddenly, and almost knocked Wen Heng's chin away: "Master...Senior brother?"

Wen Heng was half leaning on the head of the bed, neatly dressed, one hand was held by Xue Qinglan, and the other was wrapped around his back to hug him.Xue Qinglan's own pillow rolled away somewhere, and it was clearly on Wen Heng's chest. The quilt, which was as wide as one person, completely covered his shoulders and below Wen Heng's waist, and the warmth that made him sleep well came entirely from it. A person's body temperature.

Wen Heng slowly walked along his thin and protruding spine, his movements were soothing, but he said: "What are you stuttering, it's not senior brother, it's your senior brother Yue,"

It was fine when Xue Qinglan didn't realize it, but once she realized that she had slept in Wen Heng's arms all night, she immediately felt uncomfortable and wanted to back away.Wen Heng exerted a little strength in his hands, continued to press him beside him, and said: "Don't move around, do you know how much work it took me to warm this bed? The heat will dissipate as soon as you go out, so slowly get up again. "

These words are not bluffing. From the moment I held Xue Qinglan's hand last night, the little ice cube unconsciously approached him. At first, Wen Heng gave way to him, but in the end there was only one edge of the bed, and then it fell to the ground. .Wen Heng was really helpless, so he simply didn't pay attention to him, and directly lifted the quilt, and hugged Xue Qinglan over - anyway, he has hugged so many times before, and this time is not too much.

The two got so close that a quilt could barely cover it.Xue Qinglan was born with a low body temperature, and Wen Heng felt a little cold when he put his hands on it, but his inner breath is strong, and his true energy runs spontaneously in his body without deliberately guiding it, and the coolness quickly dissipated, and his body temperature gradually warmed the inside of the quilt Get warm.

Xue Qinglan finally felt at ease in his arms as if hugging a heater, and Wen Heng was able to sleep peacefully in the second half of the night.At dawn on the second day, he woke up according to his usual habit. As soon as he moved, he realized that there was someone in his arms, and the hand that was about to be pulled away immediately stopped.At this moment, the night has not completely faded, and the surrounding is gray and quiet. Wen Heng is used to being alone in bed. It is the first time in these years that he wakes up next to another person. It is rare that he does not get up immediately, but uses the faint light Observe the sleeping Xue Qinglan.

His eyes were light blue and black, and his face was peaceful, not as cold and aloof as when he was awake—beautiful is beautiful, still childish, and he is still a half-grown child.

Wen Heng's heart softened. He had no real brothers and sisters. He finally met a sparrow and didn't keep it. It was as if he was born to be a lonely star. Therefore, he never got too close to others in these years, but he never thought about not being alive. The chance was so ingenious that he met Xue Qinglan.

Whether as a friend or as a younger brother, Xue Qinglan risked his life for a few chestnuts, and he would not hesitate to promise Gu Chuifang to find the Chunjun Sword for him. No matter who runs to whom first, the fate is established, and the bond will only become deeper .Wen Heng hasn't been with children younger than him for a long time, so he doesn't know what is considered "good". The only thing he can do is to give him a hand in time when he needs it.

Wen Heng was in a daze for a moment, seeing that Xue Qinglan had no intention of waking up, so he planned to get up first to clean up and practice.He gently helped Xue Qinglan lie back on the pillow, and sat up on the bed himself. Who knows, they separated for such a short time. Before Wen Heng even pulled out his other hand, Xue Qinglan, who had lost the heat source, wrinkled Frowning, she leaned towards him unconsciously.

Wen Heng knew what kind of job he had taken, and now he couldn't leave at all.It was freezing cold, and he had no other choice, so he had to lie back down again, hugging the clingy cub tightly, and sometimes tucking him in the quilt, in order to let Xue Qinglan sleep for an extra hour , Wen Hengjian didn't practice, he didn't cook, and he just lay down with him for an hour.

The author has something to say: Now it is still an iron-clad brotherhood, first establish a career and then start a family, and if you are not good at martial arts, you can't get a partner.