White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Stay quietly outside the house◎

In the same night, in the palace city of Heijing——

Yang Xinsu hadn't fallen asleep yet, like a cat traveling at night, she came to the shore of the lake, stood beside Murong Wuyan, and asked with her lips open as if she was pleading guilty, "Recently, I came back from work, why haven't I seen you?"

Wu Yan had been sitting on the stone steps by the bank, holding a wine jar in his hand, and after taking a sip of the wine, he asked back: "You have to work again tomorrow morning, and you still don't sleep, but came here to find me ?”

Yang Xinsu replied: "I have a little bit of regret. Going back to Yangui Island to practice martial arts is hard work, but at least I still have something to eat, drink and have fun. Staying here to work is not only tiring, but also deducted wages." ..."

Wu Yan turned back, smiled and replied: "Fortunately, you are still saved, I can send you back to Yangui Island now."

Yang Xinsu glanced at her mouth, still unhappy: "It's just a little regret..."

Wu Yan asked seriously: "Your purpose of staying in the palace is not to feel that going back to Yangui Island to practice martial arts is too tiring, right?"

Yang Xinsu turned her face away, raised her hands to dig her ears, and pretended not to hear.

Wu Yan asked again: "Is it related to Li Zhen?"

Yang Xinsu turned around, turned her back to Wu Yan, and continued digging her ears, pretending not to hear.

Wu Yan lowered his eyes and smiled, and said: "You haven't lost it yet, I don't know what it means to cherish, but if you lose it once, it's enough to make you regret it for the rest of your life."

Yang Xinsu turned around, squatted beside him, and approached slightly: "Uncle Wuyan, you seem to have a story in your heart?"

Wu Yan raised his chin, tilted his neck, took a sip of the wine, and laughed softly, as if mocking himself, and didn't answer.

Yang Xinsu said again: "If confession is useful, everyone in this world would have already been in pairs, and there is no one who is lonely..." The tone was very faint.

Wu Yan smiled, and replied while drinking: "If you can't get his heart, then you can get his people."

Yang Xinsu was stunned, and then asked: "Uncle Wuyan, are you drunk? How dare you say such wicked things..."

Wu Yan turned around and asked again: "You don't even have the idea of ​​someone who wants to get him, why do you love him? You might as well go back to Yangui Island with me and practice martial arts."

Yang Xinsu glanced at her mouth and snorted.

Wu Yan silently took out a half-faced butterfly mask from his bosom, and handed it over: "Change back to the original clothes, wear this, he won't know it's you."

Yang Xinsu took the mask, hesitantly, glanced at Wu Yan, but Wu Yan just continued to drink, waved him lightly, and said to him: "Go back to sleep. I will tell the Supreme Emperor tomorrow that you don't have to Go to work and practice martial arts with me."

Yang Xinsu put away the mask, stood up, and walked away.

Wu Yan lowered his hand holding the wine jar, and murmured: "Uncle, this is the only compensation I can give you. I may owe you in the future, such as sacrificing you, for a very selfish thing."

The surface of the lake was sparkling, and the full moon was reflected in the water, such a beautiful scenery, but Wu Yan didn't see it in his eyes, he just raised his hand over and over again, and drank the fine wine in the wine jar again and again.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Xinsu was lying on the bed and was still sleeping deeply. Suddenly one foot stepped on the edge of the bed, and a loud man's voice sounded like thunder in front of the bed.

"Don't sleep! Get up!"

Yang Xinsu was woken up, covered her ears, turned sideways in the bed, closed her eyes and muttered: "Didn't you say you don't have to go to work! Let me sleep for a while!"

Wu Yan said loudly: "Hurry up and go practice martial arts with me!"

Yang Xinsu raised her upper body helplessly, with a displeased expression all over her face, she glanced at her mouth, and reluctantly climbed down from the bed: "I still need to apply makeup and powder on my eyebrows, match my skirt and shirt, and comb my hair!"

Wu Yan moved his feet from the edge of the bed, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and responded: "You only have three cups of tea to wash up."

Yang Xinsu murmured dissatisfiedly: "Three cups of tea are three cups of tea... Humph."

Wu Yan turned around, instead of staying in his dormitory, he just walked into the corridor, holding on to the guardrail to blow the moist breeze.

After three cups of tea, Yang Xinsu walked out of the dormitory with only simple light makeup and plain dresses, her face was still displeased, her mouth curled slightly.

Wu Yan said: "Go to the imperial dining room to get a few steamed buns, bring a water bag and leave." Then he walked downstairs.

Yang Xinsu blurted out: "Where are we going to practice martial arts?" But Wu Yan's pace was so fast that he could only trot to catch up.

Not long after, Wu Yan brought Yang Xinsu to Zishan Garden, which is mostly rockery, and stepped into the open space surrounded by rockery, which was secretive and quiet.Wu Yan also picked up a dead tree branch at random and used it as a magical weapon to demonstrate martial arts in front of Yang Xinsu. Yang Xinsu watched carefully while eating the buns, not daring to miss one, and he could only not care if the crumbs of the buns fell to his feet.

After Yang Xinsu finished eating the buns and wiped the crumbs from his mouth, Wu Yan just stopped, stepped in front of him, and handed him the dead branch in his hand.Yang Xinsu simply took over the dead branches, walked to the place where Wu Yan had just demonstrated martial arts, and learned and practiced it over and over again according to the memory engraved in the photos.

In Qingluan City at this hour——

Zhu Yanfeng came to the blacksmith's room alone, and as soon as he entered the yard, he saw a swordsmith wiping his sword with a cotton cloth towel, so he stepped forward and said, "You shouldn't be too busy today, right?"

The swordsmith raised his head when he heard the sound, immediately put down what he was doing, and hurriedly greeted him: "It's Mr. Zhu! Are you going to borrow the blacksmith room again today?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Elder Yingqing ordered me to come over and cast the scabbard. If the forging room is not busy today, I will use it today."

The swordsmith said: "To tell you the truth, I was going to repair someone's sword today, but casting a scabbard is easier than casting a sword. I can wait for you for two or three hours. What do you think?"

Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, then agreed: "Okay!"

The swordsmith said again: "The ingredients for casting the scabbard are all in the barn. You can choose whatever you like."

Zhu Yanfeng nodded to show that he understood, and went into the warehouse, looked through everything from large and small baskets to wooden boxes, and carefully selected crystal stones, pig iron, wrought iron, etc. that matched the Qingshan Mingjian as ingredients.

After entering the blacksmithing room with the ingredients, he began to take wood to light a fire, burn the flame to the highest, and use large tongs to send the ingredients into the high fire for calcination.Taking advantage of this time, he took off all his shirts, folded them up and placed them on a clean table next to the teapot, and then picked out a sledgehammer of appropriate weight.

Huang Yan supervised all the young people in Jinling Pavilion once, ordered a few tasks, drank a few cups of tea in the side room, while leisurely, guessing that Zhu Yanfeng must have started blacksmithing in the blacksmith room, so he left Jinling Pavilion temporarily and came to the blacksmith room.

At this moment, there was no one else in the yard, so Huang Yan thought it was a good opportunity, so he sneaked up to the window and took a look inside, and sure enough, just like last time, Zhu Yanfeng was busy inside alone.

The ingredients in the stove had been softened by the flames, turning red all over, and being swallowed by the flames. Zhu Yanfeng immediately took out the ingredients with large tongs and put them on the blacksmithing table. He held the handle of the big hammer with his right hand, and still held the tongs with his left hand. Concentrating on the ingredients, the moment he was about to put the hammer down, he caught a glimpse of Huang Yan outside the window out of the corner of his eye, just smiled, and began to concentrate on forging.

Every time the hammer falls, the Futu in his arms will vibrate, and the ingredients will make a crisp sound, and a few sparks will splash out. After dozens of forgings, beads of sweat will condense on the forehead and flow along the Zhu Yanfeng's body rolled down.

Huang Yan peeked out the window for a long time, and also listened to the tinkling sound for a long time, unaware that an hour had passed quietly, and he didn't turn his head until he heard the squeaking sound coming from behind him.The one who just walked into the yard was a swordsmith, and before the swordsmith opened his mouth, he immediately used the illusion of wind to knock the swordsmith out of the yard.

Before landing on the ground, the swordsmith stood firmly on the soles of his feet. Fortunately, he murmured: "Fortunately, I learned martial arts when I was young, otherwise I would have suffered a terrible fall..." Looking up and seeing Huang Yan coming, he asked, "What are you doing?" Knowing how to use spells, was it built by Shui Ling?"

Huang Yan replied: "No."

The swordsmith said, "Is that Xiangxuanzhu's?"

Huang Yan said nothing.

The swordsmith asked again: "You came to the blacksmith room secretly, just to watch Mr. Zhu blacksmith?"

Huang Yan was still silent.

The swordsmith said again: "You don't look like you came to borrow a blacksmith's room to forge iron. Your arms are too thin to lift my hammer."

Huang Yan opened his lips lightly: "Are you a blacksmith, so much nonsense."

The swordsmith replied: "I originally wanted to ask you what you were doing secretly standing outside the window. Before you could ask me, you used magic to blow me out..."

Huang Yan only blamed: "You almost ruined my business."

The swordsmith said: "You come to see Mr. Zhu forging iron, just go in, you don't need to sneak around."

Huang Yan ignored these words and only asked: "How long will he be blacksmithing?"

The swordsmith replied: "It is said to be two or three hours."

Huang Yan thought for a while before saying: "You do something for me: go to the best canteen and bring him some delicious food, and put it under the name of the Minister of Jinling Pavilion."

The swordsmith replied: "The best dining hall is in Xiangxuanzhu. I can't go there without the waiter there to guide the way. I can only reluctantly go to Shuiling to build the best dining hall. What do you want to bring him?"

Huang Yan only used his fingertips to write on the ground, and a piece of handwriting immediately appeared on the ground - tamagoyaki, five grain rice balls, barbecued pork buns, miso mixed vegetables.

The swordsmith looked at the handwriting on the ground, remembered it in his heart, turned and left, and said to himself while walking: "One is strong and powerful, and the other is fair and slender. It is difficult to conceal the relationship between the couple."

Not long after, the swordsmith returned with the food box, walked across the yard, saw Huang Yan was still there, and nodded to him as a salute, then went into the blacksmith room, put the food box on the table, and said to Zhu Yanfeng : "Mr. Zhu, have some food."

Zhu Yanfeng had just wiped his sweat with the cloth towel he brought, and had just drank a cup of spring water when he saw the food box and opened it. After looking at the food, he smiled slightly and said to the swordsmith: "Uncle, let him in Bar."

The swordsmith replied: "So you already knew he was outside? It seems that he doesn't want you to know that he is there."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help thinking: Yan'er stood outside and refused to leave, he must be hungry too, he must have asked uncle to bring this lunch, so he couldn't be hungry.

Immediately, he washed his hands, left the vegetarian dishes, five-grain rice balls and two char siew buns, put a plate of jade pork and the remaining two char siew buns back into the food box, then handed the food box to the swordsmith, and said: " Uncle Lao will bring it to him for me."

The swordsmith took the food box, went out to the yard, and walked towards Huang Yan. Huang Yan immediately turned back when he heard the sound of the foot, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the food box.The swordsmith said to him, "Mr. Zhu left some food in it."

Huang Yan took the food box, and the swordsmith left after completing the entrustment. Huang Yan immediately opened the food box, saw the tamagoyaki and char siew buns, and skewered a tamagoyaki with a bamboo stick, brought it to his mouth for a bite.

While the half-forged ingredients were still burning in the high fire, Zhu Yanfeng quickly finished his lunch, then went to look at the stove, and added firewood to the fire. On the stage, he continued to forge hard. He had just wiped off his sweat before, but now he looks like he just got out of the bath.

Hearing the sound of ding ding, Huang Yan cautiously went to the window to peek again, seeing him dripping with sweat in the firelight, watching him lift a heavy sledgehammer steadily and repeatedly forging the red-hot iron. However, Huang Yan watched such a boring scene for a long, long time.

Zhu Yanfeng did not dare to be distracted. When the time was ripe, he inserted the sheath and knocked it. After it was formed, he sent it to the high fire again. When taking it out, he added a chisel to beat the texture. Put it in clean water to cool, then pick up the sheath with bare hands, wipe it dry with a dry cloth, look at the sheath by the light of the fire, and if there is no omission, turn off the fire with peace of mind, and use a file to polish the surface of the sheath leisurely.

After polishing, Zhu Yanfeng looked at the sheath again, stroked the surface that had become as smooth as jade with his fingertips, and was very satisfied. He looked back to the window, but saw that there was no one there, and immediately ran to the yard, but the stone in the yard On the table, there is only one food box.

Holding the folding fan, Huang Yan walked slowly on the way back to the Jinling Pavilion. Looking back, seeing Zhu Yanfeng chasing him, he smiled slightly and continued walking.

Pingjing after evening——

Li Zhen, who had just showered and changed, sneaked out of the palace and came to Su's Jiushan Shop. When he entered the shop, there were only four clerks preparing for closing, clearing the seats, and calculating the profit. When Yang Xinsu's face was curious, one of the guys turned his head and called him "Young Master" respectfully.He hurriedly asked, "Where's Yang Xinsu? Why don't you see him?"

The clerk replied: "Brother Yang hasn't worked here for several days."

Li Zhen was stunned, and hurriedly asked: "Absent from work? Or was he fired?"

The clerk replied: "Neither. The owner sent a letter saying that Brother Yang's family took him away."

Li Zhen didn't say much, and left Jiushanpu straight away, walking on the night road, feeling sorry for a while in his heart.Suddenly something flew from a high place next to it and landed at his feet. He immediately looked down at his feet, and saw a piece of paper twisted into a rope. Looking around, the still night was still the still night, the roofs and walls There was no one, curiosity reverberated in his heart, so he picked up the note, unfolded it, and took a look.

It was written on the paper: Yang Xinsu is in my hands. If you want to see her, go to the nearest dock to find me alone. Remember, come alone and enter the third ship without a flag. If you dare to come late, you will wait for the body to be collected. Bar.

When Li Zhen was surprised, he held the piece of paper tightly, and rushed to the dock alone without thinking. He looked at dozens of dark merchant ships around him, turned around, and saw that the third ship in front of him had no flags on it. It was this ship, so he stepped on the wooden gangplank, walked over the side of the ship, entered the ship, called out 'Xinsu', but there was no one and no response, then he went through the entrance and exit of the ship building again, slowly Walk slowly into the building.

The author says:

I only have one wish this year!

That is - I hope that the epidemic will end before June at best!It will be in June at the latest!

I haven't been out since before New Year's Eve until today!The inventory of daily necessities in the room is starting to run out...

I want to go shopping, I want to go to the supermarket, I want to take a walk, I want to see flowers and plants, I want to wear Hanfu!