Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

Zhong Wuyang took Yang Yueming and jumped into the Swallow Tower, and then carefully avoided the eyes and ears of the Swallow Tower, turned around into the inner courtyard, passed the corridor, and stopped in front of a room.

"Where is this?" Yang Yueming asked.

Zhong Wuyang didn't answer, seeing no one around, he gently pushed open the door and walked in with Yang Yueming.

The interior decoration of the room is exquisite and elegant, the curtains are hanging, and there is a faint fragrance everywhere. At first glance, it is the daughter's boudoir. A carved screen divides the room into two parts. Inside the screen is a bed mirror, and outside the screen is arranged like a study On a desk were the Four Treasures of the Study, with several volumes of letters piled on it, and a few volumes of picture scrolls inserted beside it.

Yang Yueming took a cursory glance, and found that although the layout of this room is not extravagant, all the things used are of the highest quality. The screen alone is carved from the highest quality sandalwood. Such a ostentation is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.

"Is this Yan Furuo's boudoir?" Yang Yueming asked, but he already had an answer in his heart. His small eyes flashed, and he prepared to go around the screen to peep at Yan Furuo's bed with a little excitement. Hold on.

"Young City Master, please respect yourself." Zhong Wuyang remained expressionless.

Yang Yueming rolled his eyes: "Take me to other people's boudoir and talk about self-respect. You want to do bad things and do bad things like this. You don't feel good if you don't rely on both ends!"

Zhong Wuyang: "..."

"It's good to be a human being." Yang Yueming continued, "For example, I don't come in vain when I come, I just watch if I want to." He tried to look behind the screen again as he said.

Zhong Wuyang silently dragged him by the arm and carried him to the desk.

"Hey, Zhong Choulian, you are relying on my current martial arts and can't use the flute." Yang Yueming struggled to break free, but failed, "Wait until my acupoints are unlocked, and see if I don't beat you to the point where you can't take care of yourself!"

Zhong Wuyang held down his fidgeting hands and feet: "Young City Master, I brought you here because I want you to see something." He stretched out a hand to pick the scroll on Yan Furuo's table.

He took out a volume casually, and hesitated to pass it to Yang Yueming.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Yang Yueming grabbed the scroll in his hand and threw it away, saying, "What is it, mysterious?"

"Young City Lord..." Zhong Wuyang wanted to stop him, but the scroll had already been fully opened.

I saw the back of a young man painted on the scroll, that back is tall and straight, like a willow in the wind, beautiful and exquisite, his black hair is tied up with a jade crown, which makes him look more handsome, and his clothes are even more gorgeous and complicated , It can be seen that he comes from a famous family, and he is either rich or expensive.

In the upper right corner of the picture scroll is inscribed a line from Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling": The past years should be a good time for a good time.Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!

"Who is this painting?" Yang Yueming felt faintly familiar with the figure in the portrait, but couldn't remember who it was for a while, or rather, there was a voice in his heart telling him not to think too deeply.

Zhong Wuyang stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, but he put it down before he raised it, and said in a low voice: "It's been a long time, it should be a good time for a good time... The last sentence, do you know what it is?"

Yang Yueming was a little puzzled: "The last sentence? Yangliu'an, the wind and the moon?" As soon as the words came out, he was taken aback.

Willow bank, dawn and waning moon.

Yang Xiaofeng.

The owner of Mingyue City, Yang Yueming's elder brother, is called Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Yueming suddenly understood where the familiarity of the portrait came from.

Brocade clothes are upright, tall and tall, even if it's just a back view, it can't conceal the nobleness in his bones!

According to Yang Yueming, she is the only one in the pretentious world!

Isn't that his big bully brother Yang Xiaofeng?

He froze on the spot, with a look of disbelief, and pulled out another scroll.

This painting still depicts the back view, but the posture is slightly different. The person in the painting is playing the flute, a part of the flute is exposed on the right side of the head, and a piece of half-jade hangs on the flute. That half-jade is also very important to Yang Yueming Familiar, and the other half is in the hands of his sister-in-law.

The inscription on the picture scroll is still Liu Yong's words: Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate for the Qingqiu Festival.

Yang Yueming could answer the next sentence almost without thinking——

Where to wake up tonight?Willow bank, dawn and waning moon.

Although the facts were so obvious and cruel, Yang Yueming still refused to believe it, and wanted to get another volume, but was stopped by Zhong Wuyang.

"Someone is here, let's go first." Zhong Wuyang rolled up the portrait and inserted it back, then pulled Yang Yueming out of the room, and jumped onto the roof.

As soon as they arrived at the room, a few women in green clothes escorted a person through the backyard.

Yang Yueming couldn't use his martial arts, so he lost his balance and nearly fell down. Zhong Wuyang quickly pulled him back, wrapped his arms around his waist, half-embraced him, jumped a few times, and left the Swallow Tower.

Yang Yueming didn't say a word the whole time, and the atmosphere was terribly dull.

After leaving the building, Zhong Wuyang took him to the corner of a nearby small street, making sure that he would not be discovered by the people of Yanzilou, and then stopped.

Yang Yueming lowered his head and did not speak, and turned his head to leave as soon as he stood still.

Zhong Wuyang grabbed his wrist: "Young City Master, why don't you go back to the city with your subordinates."

Yang Yueming rolled his eyes: "Do you think I'm in the mood to go back and meet the bully now?"

"The city lord received the letter you sent back and ordered me to deal with it as soon as possible. This matter is not the city lord's fault. Please don't hold grudges against the city lord because of this..."

Yang Yueming let out a "bah" sound: "You think too much, I hate him even if there is such a thing!"

"..." Fortunately, Zhong Wuyang and Yang Yueming have known each other for a long time, and they are not surprised by his style, so their expression remains unchanged, "When the city lord married his wife, he had a relationship with Yan Furuo, but at that time Yan Furuo I was still a child, no one expected... Later, the city lord and his wife went back to the Yanzi Tower a few times, and accidentally found those portraits in Yan Furuo's room..."

"Originally, when the city lord heard that Yan Furuo held a meeting to recruit relatives, he thought she had finally let go, and even specially ordered me to give a gift to congratulate her. Unexpectedly..." Finally, he chose his younger brother.

"That's enough, I know that Yushu Linfeng is popular all over the Mingyue City, and even the children in the Yanzilou can't hold back at the first sight of him... so what, I don't need you to tell me his history!" Yang Yueming gritted his teeth. , from childhood to adulthood, his elder brother is simply a big rock that he can't get over in the history of picking up girls.

Zhong Wuyang looked at Yang Yueming with gentle eyes: "You don't have to be like this, Young City Master, you are fine too."

"Of course I know I'm fine!" Yang Yueming patted his thigh, "The key is that those girls don't know!"

"Oh, I don't know what kind of eyes one or two look in!" Yang Yueming couldn't help complaining.

"Young City Lord..."

"Don't talk, no matter what you say now, you are throwing salt on me." Yang Yueming said angrily. Although he didn't like Yan Furuo much, he didn't expect Yan Furuo to think of him as his elder brother's substitute.

No wonder he took him to see the flute to choose clothes, no wonder the clothes he chose were in the same style as his brother, no wonder he was indifferent to his illness despite his affection for him.

It turns out that you are looking at another person through yourself.

Yang Yueming felt that his dignity had been trampled on, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt frustrated, and finally he lay down on the wall and drew circles.

Zhong Wuyang looked at Yang Yueming's back and smiled faintly: "Young City Master, there are still many people in this world who like you."

Yang Yueming hammered the wall: "Men don't count!" Whether in Mingyue City or in the Jianghu, his popularity with women is pitiful, but he has a good relationship with men. For example, although Zhong Wuyang is loyal to the city lord, he has always treated himself very That's right, there is also the unwavering pursuit of making a fortune. If his relationship with women was half that of a man, he would probably have married and had children long ago. No wonder Nie Xueyi would laugh at him for only getting rich.

Zhong Wuyang's eyes darkened, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and finally he remained silent.

Yang Yueming knocked his forehead on the wall a few times, and finally turned around bravely and clutched his chest: "Okay, I decided to go get drunk, don't follow me."

Zhong Wuyang followed suit: "Young City Lord, your acupoints have been sealed for a long time, it's better to go back as soon as possible and let the City Lord release your acupuncture points."

Yang Yueming stood still with a fierce face: "Stand still."

Zhong Wuyang stopped, and then Yang Yueming raised his right foot and stepped on his instep vigorously: "You accomplice, accomplice, accomplice..."

Zhong Wuyang didn't move and let him step on him, his expression didn't change.

Yang Yueming was almost out of anger, so he withdrew his feet and snorted: "I have my own measure, anyway, don't follow me, or I'll call Fa Cai and beat you to disfigurement!"

Zhong Wuyang didn't speak, and watched Yang Yueming walk away with deep eyes.

When Yang Yueming returned to the inn drunk, the weather had already turned dark. Ren Xiaodao and Qin Yuxi waited in the lobby, their hair turning gray.

Of course, Qin Yuxi waited while eating.

Seeing Yang Yueming coming back, Qin Yuxi rushed forward with a cry: "Boss, you are finally back, if you delay getting rich, brother won't let me eat..."

Ren Xiaodao was one step faster than him to support Yang Yueming. Hearing this, he looked at Qin Yuxi with black lines all over his head: "It has nothing to do with the boss coming back if I don't let you eat..."

"No?" Qin Yuxi's innocent face immediately became cheerful, "Then can I continue to eat?"

"No." Ren Xiaodao said more cruelly than those readers who read the article and did not leave a message, "Go and prepare hot water for the boss."

"Oh." Qin Yuxi curled her lips, quickly touched another chicken leg, and then went to the backyard.

Ren Xiaodao supported Yang Yueming, who was walking unsteadily, and frowned when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body: "Why do you drink so much?"

"Uncomfortable!" Yang Yueming buried his head in his arms, "Being rich and rebellious broke my heart..."

Ren Xiaodao: "..." It's none of my business again, you obviously walked with that stinky man, okay?

Yang Yueming arched his head on Ren Xiaodao's chest, his hair was slippery, scratching Ren Xiaodao's chin until he was distracted.

Ren Xiaodao touched the top of his hair, feeling an indescribable hotness in his chest: "Boss..."

"Ouch—" Yang Yueming hugged Ren Xiaodao and vomited all over him.

He definitely did it on purpose!

Ren Xiaodao's distracted thoughts and agitated mood are all gone!

All that was left was a stinky smell and a tearful mood.

The author has something to say: Double updates are over! ! !Another episode will be released at 11:11:11, please remember to watch~~~Memoda~~~~ Revealing the name of Brother Fugui, who is so ordinary and unremarkable, Brother Xiaofeng~~~ There is also a rich woman Yuan, I suddenly feel that I am quite cruel, lighting wax for wealth~~~ When I first named my brother, I wanted to say that my brother is a Xiaofeng and a waning moon, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that the waning moon is... crippled, forget it [stand hand can continue All I see is true love [Tears dim

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