How to make the white lotus surrender

On the back mountain of Langyu Peak, clouds and mist rise from the bottom of the lake. A carved pavilion in the center of the lake is hidden in it, and only the faint golden veil floats gently with the mist.

The breeze on the lake moves slowly along the mist, and two figures playing chess in the carved pavilion can be seen faintly.

Zeyu Xianjun is dressed in a cold white robe with twigs and lotus patterns, and his temple hair is like clouds, tied by a bunch of silver crowns.

His silver-gray eyes are like burning ashes, cold and willful, his fingers as white as ice lightly pick up a black chess piece, and place the black chess piece between the grids carelessly.

As the sunspots settle down, the criss-crossed black and white situation on the chessboard is suddenly broken, and the whites are surrounded by heavy siege, and there is no possibility of a comeback.

The man in Yuebai brocade sitting opposite Zeyu Xianjun raised his eyebrows indifferently, and threw the white piece in his hand into the chess box.

"It's really boring to play chess with you. I lose every time, and I even brought you the precious Qingxinlian."

Xianjun Zeyu lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, and said unhurriedly: "I've already given you three moves at the start."

The man in Yuebai brocade choked for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "Zeyu, you are so unreasonable, I don't know how your little apprentice fell in love with you."

As he spoke, his tone changed, as if it was rare to find a little joy in this eternal friend: "How did I hear that your little apprentice moved on? And he seemed to like the other two at the same time. I said, Zeyu, you are cold-tempered, which little disciple can bear it..."

Immortal Zeyu methodically returned the chess pieces on the chessboard to the chess basket one by one, with a few strands of black hair hanging down his shoulders, and said indifferently, "Is there anything else you want to talk about, Immortal Wuzhou?"

This is seeing off guests, Wu Zhou curled his lips, and his temper grew stronger: "I've only been here for a while..."

He didn't say a few words, and saw Zeyu Xianjun frowned slightly, and a dark soul card appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Immortal Wu Zhou knew something was wrong just by looking at it. Generally speaking, the soul cards were bright and vibrant, and the dark soul cards could only explain one problem.

Immortal Zeyu's little apprentice is probably at the moment of life and death.

Immortal Zeyu raised his wrist, and a phantom appeared in the misty midair. There was no one in the phantom, only a clear blue ice lake.

He looked at Immortal Wu Zhou with his silver gray eyes, and Immortal Wu Zhou knew the seriousness of the matter, so he no longer laughed and said with a nod, "I'll show you the medicine in the pill furnace, you can go quickly."

Immortal Zeyu nodded, "Thank you."

Yu Deng woke up in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't tell what year it was.

A young man in a dark blue robe pushed the door into the room with a basin of water. Seeing Yu Deng half-sitting up and rubbing his head, he immediately put down the basin in his hand and said, "Little Marquis, what are you doing?" gone?"

Yu Deng's brain was a little swollen, like the feeling of waking up from a hangover.

He didn't speak, just beckoned for the servant to serve.

After the young man helped him wash up, Yu Deng remembered that yesterday he went to Xunfanglou to eat and drink with the children of the aristocratic families he had made good friends with, and he didn't return home until evening.

Yu Deng is the youngest son of King Pingyang, the younger brother of the current Holy Majesty, and his elder brother is Xie Ling, the heir son of King Pingyang who has made military achievements. Although his mother died early, his father loves him very much.

The elder brother is strict with him, but he can't control him even when he goes out frequently, so Yu Deng, the little prince, is raging in the whole of Shangjing, which is equivalent to the existence of a little overlord.

Yu Deng let the servant help him get dressed, but he couldn't help but think of the scene of Zhuangyuan Lang parading the street that he met at noon yesterday.

It's strange to say that Yu Deng never liked anyone before, but when he saw the jade-like side face of the champion gentleman through the window, his heart beat seriously unbalanced for a while, and there was a voice in his heart telling He, you like him, you fall in love with him at first sight, he is what you want in this life.

Yu Deng was very confused for a while, so he asked Su Yu, the son of the Minister of Rites who was said to have emotional ties to countless beautiful women, about this unbalanced heartbeat and strange voice.

Su Yu's appearance is romantic and unrestrained, holding a folding fan in his hand, and pretending to be chic, he smiled and said: "Young Master has never been involved in emotional matters, so doubts are natural."

"When you like a person, when you see him, your heartbeat will be out of balance, your face will be red, and you will feel that he is different from others. At this time, you will have your own answer in your heart."

Yu Deng was thoughtful, what Su Yu said was indeed somewhat reasonable, according to what Su Yu said, he fell in love with the No. [-] scholar at first sight.

Su Yu was standing beside him at that time, and the two of them were very close. Su Yu put his fans together in his palms, looked at the champion man in red robes parading the street, and said to Yu Deng with a half-smile, "Why? Young Master Yu Suddenly asking Yu like this, could it be that the new No. [-] scholar Lang Zhuzhi has fallen in love with him?"

Yu Deng raised his eyes, opened the window screen by his side a little, and looked down at the gentle and elegant Zhuangyuan Lang.

Coincidentally, the Zhuangyuan Lang turned his head sideways at this time, and happened to meet Yu Deng's eyes.

Zhuangyuan Lang was stunned for a moment, then he bent his eyes at Yu Deng and nodded his head to indicate that the face of a hibiscus beauty is really unparalleled, and it is several times more beautiful and handsome than the Tanhua Lang beside him.

Yu Deng's fingers resting on the window lattice curled up slightly, and the accelerated heartbeat could be heard in a trance, and there was a voice that seemed to seduce: "He should be with you, he should belong to you."

He withdrew his eyes, hooked his lips to Su Yu who had rather deep eyes beside him and said, "It's still Su Xiaoshi who understands me, this number one scholar looks so good-looking, and being with this Marquis is a match made in heaven."

Yu Deng smiled, lazily returned to his seat, and let the beautiful geisha pour wine for him.

The children of the surrounding aristocratic families hugged a few beautiful women by their sides, and responded with a smile: "Young Master is right, this man's taste, maybe he is better than women."

Su Yu at the side of the window clenched his fists, his eyes fell on the figure in the red robe who was going away, which was particularly cold.

He calmed down a little, turned around with a cynical look again, sat down beside Yu Deng and said with a smile: "Young Master, the number one scholar looks like an incomprehensible piece of wood, if you want to try a man, Yu has something good to offer to the young master."

Yu Deng casually picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, then glanced at Su Yu: "What?"

Su Yu smiled: "Good thing, we will have a reunion here in Xunfang Building tomorrow night, and Yu will definitely satisfy the young master by then."

A lot of other people nearby also booed to go together, but were stopped by Su Yu not seriously.

Yu Deng naturally agreed, he himself likes to have fun and enjoyment, the rarer things are, the more eye-catching they are.

Yu Deng straightened his belt, raised his legs and walked out of the house. His stomach was empty from drinking yesterday, and it was time for lunch.

It's just that when Yu Deng walked into the hall and saw the tall figure sitting by the table, he immediately wanted to retreat.

But obviously he couldn't withdraw, the man sitting at the table was handsome and stern, wearing a black brocade robe, light-colored thin lips were lightly pursed, and a pair of almond eyes stared at Yu Deng coldly.

Yu Deng couldn't help coughing dryly, and laughed a little timidly: "Brother, why are you back today?"

The man smiled, "Why, you don't want to see me?"

When Yu Deng heard that it was okay, he had a strong desire to survive and said: "Brother, I didn't mean that... it was just a surprise."

Xie Ling tapped the table with her index finger, and said in a cold voice: "Yu Deng, you don't pay attention to the rules of the Yu family, do you? Drinking and having fun every day is fine, but yesterday I returned home after the curfew time. I think You haven't been punished for too long."

Yu Deng immediately panicked, he resolutely sat down beside Xie Ling, his voice was no longer as arrogant as when he was with friends, he whispered: "Brother, I know I was wrong, yesterday was just an accident."

Xie Ling didn't move at all, picked up a few chopsticks and ate food by himself.

Yu Deng coughed dryly, as if Xie Ling had let him go by default.

He immediately picked up the bowl and chopsticks to pick up the food, but when he picked up the food, he was hit on the back of his hand by a pair of chopsticks.

"hiss--"

Yu Deng is just a young master with delicate skin and tender flesh. He has never learned martial arts since he was a child, so how can he stand Xie Ling, who has been fighting for so long, being beaten like this.

The back of his hand like fine snow turned red suddenly, Yu Deng himself was afraid of pain, and now there was water in his bright black eyes, and a little bit of red eyelid, it was really pitiful to look at.

Xie Ling's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Yu Deng was afraid that his elder brother would be like this. Xie Ling herself had been battle-tested for a long time, with a majestic aura and a sense of oppression. Yu Deng was so stressed by his knife-like eyes that his legs were going weak.

Seeing that his elder brother would not let him go today, Yu Deng simply had the courage to stand up and leave. His brother took so long to return to Shangjing, so he wouldn't beat him up as soon as he came back, would he?

Before Yu Deng took two steps, he felt a huge force holding his wrist bone. Before he could react, he lost his balance and fell down.

Yu Deng was so frightened that he closed his eyes. After a long while, the feeling of pain from falling did not come as expected.He opened his eyes in doubt, and found that he was half lying on his brother's lap, and there were a few soft slaps behind him, and a sudden pain in his buttocks.

Yu Deng couldn't even react for a while, and he was in a daze.

Seeing his stunned look, Xie Ling didn't know what to think of, her momentum softened a bit, and her voice was no longer as cold as a knife: "Do you know what's wrong?"

It was only then that Yu Deng could barely react, his face turned red: "You actually hit me!"

The softness in Xie Ling's eyes froze immediately, and turned into coldness again.

Yu Deng's heart trembled, and the sense of crisis immediately rushed to Tianling Gai. His throat tightened, and his voice softened: "No, no, big brother played well."

The young man's black eyes were full of water, and his snow-like cheeks were flushed with red tides. He looked angry and timid, looking pitiful and cute.

Xie Ling's throat twitched slightly, but she still felt the soft feeling in her hands, and a slight blush appeared on the base of her ears.

The servants and maids in the hall all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look up.

Xie Ling gently lifted Yu Deng up, and her voice was no longer cold and harsh, but rather coaxed: "Okay, Deng Deng don't cry, as long as you behave yourself in the future, big brother won't do anything to you again. "

Yu Deng blinked his eyes and responded with a thin voice, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This is the reason why Xiaohou Ye Yu has never changed his nature. King Pingyang's doting on him is one thing, and it is also a reason why his brother seems to be strict with him but actually loves and dotes on him.

And counting it, Xie Ling pampered Yu Deng, and he would give it to Zuo Jing's brother whatever he wanted.

It can be said that even if Yu Deng wanted the position of Prince Pingyang, Xie Ling would offer it without changing his face.

It's just that Xie Ling has a strong desire to control Yu Deng. He even sends secret guards to follow behind his brother from time to time, and listens to the secret guards to report his brother's whereabouts for a day every day.

It seems that he doesn't go home often, but Yu Deng's every move is under his nose.