Seven Sui Floating Life

After January, Fusheng Pavilion.

White mist rises from the hot water, and the fragrance of green tea surrounds the room, making people intoxicated.

"What kind of tea is this? I've never smelled such a fragrance of tea before." Feng Wuhen sat in front of Fusheng in black clothes, watched the young man order tea, smelled the tea fragrance in the air, and couldn't help asking.

Fu Sheng poured good tea, watched the floating and sinking tea leaves in the teacup, falling down and rising up for a while, and lightly opened his red lips: "I also got this tea by accident, and I don't know the name of the tea."

After taking a sip, I felt extremely bitter in my mouth, mixed with a fragrance, and then the fragrance became so cold that it was almost unbearable. endless aftertaste.

"Why don't we call it Zhuxin?" Feng Wuhen raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but take another sip.

Fu Sheng touched the rim of the cup, and upon hearing this, a summer flower-like smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth——

"Bamboo heart, the bamboo root is bitter, but the bamboo heart is more superior, but it makes his mind and spirit intoxicated, and the fragrance is deep in his heart. It's a good name."

Feng Wuhen put down the teacup, looked at Fu Sheng, "Do you remember the bet from last time?"

"nature."

"Then guess." Feng Wuhen raised his eyebrows, the corners of his peach-blossom eyes slightly curled up, and when he raised his eyebrows, the beauty was self-contained, with a wicked aura.

The white mist of the tea seems to have dissipated, blurring the words Fusheng spit out, "Western suburbs..."

With a shake of the tea in his hand, the corner of Feng Wuhen's mouth twitched, "Damn, how did you know?"

"The water and dew in the western suburbs are heavy and the soil is soft. Your trousers have a little dew and soil on them." Fu Sheng said with a smile, his eyebrows were as pure as moonlight, and the corners of his eyes were smiling like clear water.

But who knows what kind of edge is hidden behind this pure and gentle smile?

"Why did you come to see me this time?" Fu Sheng smiled, and poured another cup of bamboo heart Yu Feng Wuhen.

"The emperor has ordered His Royal Highness to go to the battlefield, and I am ordered to go with you."

"boom--"

The teacup suddenly fell from his hand, and Fu Sheng was only shocked for a moment. He lowered his eyes and asked with a light smile, "Why does the emperor suddenly have such an idea?"

The too long black hair hangs on one side, a few strands fall to the ground, and a few beautiful silhouettes hang down.

"His Royal Highness asks for it on his own." Feng Wuhen said.

Fu Sheng stopped talking, and began to pick up the broken jade-colored teacups one by one, the white robe scattered around like a cloud of smoke, and the three thousand black hair rose and fell with the movement of bending over.

There is dust flying in the light and shadow, and the boy in white has already entered the painting.

□□, emptiness is form, □□, emptiness is form... After silently reciting the Qingxin Mantra several times, Feng Wuhen calmed down the throbbing in his heart.

No wonder everyone in the world loves Qu Lang, the demeanor of his every move is natural, truly peerless.

"Master."

The tinkling wind chimes sounded, Fu Sheng packed up the teacup and was about to get up, but he was taken aback by the sudden call, the broken jade porcelain scratched his finger.

Wei Shengqi was startled, and hurriedly took Fu Sheng's hand, put it in his mouth, and Fu Sheng's hand shuffled back violently.

While the fragrance of tea was reverberating, Wei Shengqi realized later, his face turned red, "Master...you are alright, right?"

"No problem."

Fu Sheng took a deep breath, withdrew his hands and covered them in his sleeves, lowered his eyes, his smiling eyes were still pure and gentle.

Feng Wuhen gave the two of them an interesting look, "His Royal Highness, you are here to say goodbye to Fu Sheng."

Wei Shengqi lowered his eyelashes, and said hesitantly: "Master, you already know..."

"Ah."

"The master..."

"This is your own decision. Everyone has their own ideas. What I have to do is not to oppose, but to support." Fu Sheng looked at Wei Shengqi, smiling softly, as warm as the wind.

Wei Shengqi looked up at him in shock, "Master..." Even the queen mother objected to his actions, but the master supported him. Taking a deep breath, his smile finally carried some childish innocence ,"Thanks."

"Thank you for what?" Fu Sheng didn't know why, and asked.

"It's nothing." Wei Shengqi returned vaguely, and then looked at Feng Wuhen, returning to his usual indifference, "Feng Wuhen, why are you looking for Master?"

"It's over, I'm leaving first, His Royal Highness, see you tomorrow." Feng Wuhen raised his eyebrows and smiled, and left through the window.

Come and go like the wind, the wind passes without a trace.

Looking at the window lattice, Wei Shengqi leaned over, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Master, I'll go back first too."

"Yeah." After a long time, Fu Sheng replied, listening to the sound of the wind chimes leaving Wei Shengqi, he smiled and spoke, his words scattered in the wind——

"I won't see you off tomorrow, Qi'er, remember, be careful along the way."

The sun was very warm, casting a shadow on the figure of the departing child, but no one could hear the last words.

Time will pass by in a whirl, and if you go and say goodbye, what you miss is how much company you have.

On the second day, Wei Shengqi and Feng Wuhen left the capital, and inside the Fusheng Pavilion, the candlelight was so cold.