after the villain

39.

Ji Wuming was stunned for a moment, listening to the intermittent voice in his ears, he suddenly realized what happened, the internal force that was working well in his body suddenly stagnated, and all of them dissipated.

He lay stiffly on the bed, not daring to move, even breathing carefully, for fear of being heard.

Fortunately, the boy was competing with himself, so he didn't notice the short-term change.

Yan Jingyu didn't intend to do this at first, but the young man couldn't bear to be teased, the more he forced himself not to think about it, the more he couldn't help thinking about it, and when he was half asleep and half awake, his thoughts completely went astray, what happened that day Come back, the delusion that was forcibly suppressed crazily surged in my heart.

Ji Wuming's strong but gentle touch, and his hoarse voice, linger in his mind.

Yan Jingyu slept soundly, and soon woke up from that charming dream.Physically uncomfortable, he opened his eyes and looked at the beams, with a rare look of helplessness and shame in his eyes.

Ji Wuming.Yan Jingyu subconsciously recited the name twice in his mind, paused for a moment, always feeling bored and a little unhappy, so he replaced Ji Wuming with Ah Man.

"Aman." Yan Jingyu muttered the name silently.

Lin Yuezhi once said that Ah Man is Ji Wuming's small character, just like he used to pretend to be a girl and raised him for a while, only a few close relatives around him know.Ji Wuming was only 14 years old when he became the lord of the evil palace, and he was still a young boy who needed a mask to hide his appearance.From then on, Lin Yuezhi only called him the palace master, and only when the two of them talked in private, would they call him Aman affectionately.

Ji Wuming, the matter of Xiaozi Ahman is a secret that even Jiang Qi doesn't know.

Yan Jingyu realized that he was the second person after Lin Yuezhi to know that Ji Wuming was equal to Ji Man.

He is exceptional.Yan Jingyu pursed her lips, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, the sound was so loud that even her brain was shaking like "dong-dong-dong".

The corners of the boy's eyes and brows were rarely touched with emotion.He was so happy that he lost control of his body, showing the passion and madness of the young man under the silence.

By coincidence, Yan Jingyu stretched his hand into the quilt.

His temperature was a little low, and he was shaken by the ice when he held it. He hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to close his eyes, imitating what he remembered, and moving slowly.Soon, the temperature in the palm of his hand gradually rose, and his breathing became disordered.

In this regard, Yan Jingyu is really immature and extremely impatient.He was afraid of being discovered by Ji Wuming next door, and also extremely excited because Ji Wuming slept next door.

Urgently wanting to solve it as soon as possible, but because the movement technique is not in place, he can't get up and down and hang there.

Yan Jingyu let out a suppressed muffled hum, her brows were knit together, boredom and grievance flashed in her eyes.

Although the movement next door was very light, Ji Wuming was a man, and he helped him once with his hand. He lay awkwardly on the bed and pretended to sleep, intending to wait silently for Yan Jingyu to finish.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but in the dark, the small voice was too deadly.

Then listening, Ji Wuming could hear his impatience from Yan Jingyu's leaked voice.

Thinking of the last time Yan Jingyu directly slapped himself, Ji Wuming couldn't hold back, and spoke with a suppressed voice.

"Do you need help?"

A hoarse voice broke into Yan Jingyu's ears lightly, and the young man's hands were heavy uncontrollably, first he made a "hiss", and after feeling the sticky touch in the palm of his hand, his round phoenix eyes were filled with disbelief.

Ji Wuming had tried to keep his voice down as much as possible, but he still surprised the other party unexpectedly.

He touched his nose and asked in embarrassment, "...Are you all right?"

"..." Yan Jingyu pulled up the quilt abruptly and buried herself inside, leaving only some messy hair trembling outside the quilt.

Ji Wuming couldn't hear his answer, so he was even more worried, and sat up directly, "Is the skin broken again?"

"...No!" Yan Jingyu's voice was extremely dull, she paused, and then hurriedly added as if she was becoming angry, "Leave me alone."

It was the first time Ji Wuming heard him rejecting himself so firmly, he was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized something, his face turned red.

"You, you won't—" It was only three words, but he stumbled when he said it.

The air was scorching, Yan Jingyu remained silent.

"Hmm..." Ji Wuming felt restless for a while, and finally said tentatively, "Remember to clean it up, or you may feel uncomfortable."

Yan Jingyu was silent for a moment, and then really answered, "...um."

Ji Wuming lay back on the bed stiffly, folded his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes and pretended nothing had happened.

After a while, Yan Jingyu got up and went to the yard to fetch a bucket of water when he heard the movement next door.

Ji Wuming: "..."

Only a little moonlight from the window reflected the burning redness on his face.

Ji Wuming originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but he did not expect that he not only fell asleep, but also slept soundly.

I had a long-lost dream.

The protagonist in the dream is still a chivalrous man dressed in white. The chivalrous man looked up at a thin young man whose face could not be seen clearly. The young man was sitting straddling the wall, wearing old white clothes, with red blood still remaining on his fists.

The knight in white led the young man into a courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. There are pavilions, pavilions, winding water cups, and colorful flowers and reds in the garden. This is a huge and prosperous courtyard.It was so huge that the boy climbed up the courtyard wall, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the end.

"This is your home, I'm your big brother."

The knight in white hugged him down from the wall. The boy didn't struggle, but tilted his head, and called out tentatively, "Brother?"

Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Ji Wuming could guess right away that this boy should be Yan Jingyu.

The white-clothed knight took the young man back and forth in this flowery Jiangnan courtyard. Soon, the young man had new clothes, could eat hot food, and could sit under the peach blossom tree in a daze. He grew taller and heavier. Some, thin sunken cheeks had flesh.

He was just still very silent, from the time he came back to the time he left, he was silent like a stranger from beginning to end.

The boy left the courtyard with only a few clothes stuffed in his bag. He walked through the small door, only a woman in coarse linen came to see him off. While the people around were not paying attention, the woman took a money bag embroidered with peonies into the boy's hands.

"Young Master, this is prepared by Madam for you. Don't treat yourself badly when you study abroad. When Eldest Young Master comes back, I will pick you up for the New Year."

The boy looked at her silently for a while, then nodded slowly.

He climbed into the carriage and was exceptionally quiet.

When going out of the city to check, the groom lifted the curtain of the car, and just yelled "young master" before putting down the curtain in silence.

Nobody knows except the groom.

The quiet and inconceivable boy sat in the carriage, hugged his knees, looked at the few clothes and the peony embroidered purse that the elder brother bought in the bag, and shed tears expressionlessly.

Ji Wuming stretched out his hand almost subconsciously, and saw the young man raised his head, that blurred face suddenly became clear, and the black phoenix eyes looked at him, reflecting the shadow of him alone.

He pursed his lips tightly, and tears fell from those phoenix eyes patteringly, as if they were scalding his heart, making him even twitch his fingers.

The boy said aggrievedly in a hoarse voice, "Aman, don't want me."

……

Ji Wuming woke up with a start.

He opened his eyes abruptly, staring at the beam above his head for a long time before regaining his senses.

He sat up in a daze with his forehead propped up, watching the bright sky outside, and the noisy voices scrambling into his ears, he suddenly realized that he had overslept.

Ji Wuming packed up and left the room just in time to meet Yan Jingyu who was sitting in a daze in the yard.

The boy turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw his eyes flicker, but he still didn't avoid it.

Ji Wuming only felt that the pair of black phoenix eyes coincided with the infinity in the dream, which made him a little bit stunned.

Yan Jingyu frowned, her keen sense was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I had a dream." Ji Wuming pressed the center of his eyebrows, looked away and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"Chen Shi." Yan Jingyu replied, and went back to the kitchen to get the hot food.

Ji Wuming usually wakes up around Yinshi, and practices until Maoshi.

Every time he had this kind of dream, he would sleep for a very long time, and this time it was relatively short.

Ji Wuming came back to his senses after eating, and the commotion outside couldn't stop.

The old man was wearing a wooden armor, wielding a Guan Gong knife stiffly and quickly, and swiftly drove Li Yang from the south wing to the north wing.

Mo Gutong couldn't stop him, and was chopped off so much that he jumped out of the battlefield. No matter how Li Yang called for help, he was too embarrassed to intervene.

Lin Yuezhi was sitting on the roof of the east wing watching a play.

"You bastard, how dare you touch my organs? And steal my medicine? The old man wants you to die today!" The old man was furious.

Li Yang ran away with his head in his arms, shouting, "I didn't, I really didn't!"

"I don't believe it! As long as you sneak around my organs all day long, don't think I know nothing, old man!"

"That's because of me!" Li Yang paused in the middle of speaking, and said, "Anyway, I really don't have one!"

The old man didn't believe it at all, and even called out to his friends, "Little Que'er, catch him!"

Li Yang was running towards the direction where Yan Jing was in the rainy season, Wuming was in a bad mood, and finally he jumped up to the roof like he was crawling.

The leg under the hem of his clothes flashed by, not enough for people to see clearly.

Ji Wuming paused, his brows frowned, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed.

After Li Yang climbed onto the roof, he seemed to be unsteady, and took two steps, one deep and one shallow, before his movements returned to normal.

The old man down there was furious and shouted, "Little Queer!"

Li Yang is actually not that afraid of the old man, no matter how many tricks he has, he has no physical strength, but it is different when Yan Jingyu is on the stage.

He said anxiously, "I really didn't!"

Ji Wuming asked what happened, the old man said angrily, "This kid ran to my place in the middle of the night last night, destroyed the wooden kite I repaired, and stole the old man's most precious bottle of medicine!"

Li Yang squatted on the roof and complained, "I really didn't! I didn't go to the west wing last night!"

"You usually know how to hang around behind the old man and show courteousness, and you can't even drive away!" The old man snorted with a stinky face, "You said you didn't go, let alone the old man, the bald man wouldn't believe it!"

Mo Gutong was indeed somewhat skeptical. After all, Li Yang had been abducted, and he had suffered a lot.But how can he say that he and Li Yang are in the same group, he said bravely, "I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding..."

No one can prove that Li Yang did not go to the West Wing.

The old man said in a strange voice, "Don't think that I don't know that you are a disciple of Tianxuanmen. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! It's all the same!"

Li Yang's face changed, "I'm not a disciple of Tianxuanmen!"

"I am your disciple!"

The old man let out a "ha" and looked at him strangely, "Old man, I have confiscated my disciples before."

"Really?" Li Yang looked at him in great surprise, "Then I am a senior brother?"

The author has something to say: Li Yang: I am your disciple!

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Li Yang: I am the disciple you never admit!

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