I want it all

When the pedestrians in the south began to change into thin shirts, Shen Feiyun and his party also returned to Jianxue Villa.

Jianxue Villa is located on the northernmost Qilian Mountains and Manyu Peak, at the junction of the Central Plains and Mobei.At this moment, it is summer in the south, but the snow on Manyufeng has not melted yet, exuding the last chill in the spring breeze.

Shen Feiyun followed Xu Qingyun into the courtyard and saw her bury Lu Chu's ashes in front of the house.

Lu Chu was buried very deep under the loquat tree that never blossomed and bore fruit and seemed to be dying.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help thinking, digging so deep has hurt a lot of tree roots, this loquat tree, which is always unwilling to die but seems to want to live too much, might really die when everything recovers.

There were layers upon layers of boxes where the ashes were placed, and the traps were so dense that he couldn't help guessing, maybe Xu Qingyun was also very good at tricks, and maybe the Bie Xue Wine Shop was the work of her and Lu Chu.

Shen Feiyun has known Xu Qingyun for 20 years, and it was the first time he saw this master who was so blunt until he was almost inhumane, he had such a "human touch".

When the last handful of soil covered him, he was terrified and moved.

According to others, Xu Qingyun has done something extremely unexpected.

——betrayed the Sacred Fire Sect, obviously belonged to the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, but never had any contact with Mo Wuya and his party; she and Xin Hanxue were lovers in the past, but once she found out that Xin Hanxue joined the Sacred Fire Sect, she broke her legs, Expelled from the Central Plains.

Logically speaking, it seems that such a person who does not play cards according to common sense, against the wishes of his junior sister, buried the ashes in front of his own house, it seems that it is not worth making a fuss about.

But Shen Feiyun was still astonished.

It's just because he feels that Xu Qingyun has a ruler in her heart, but it definitely doesn't include reneging on what she says and making things difficult for others.

Everything that happened in front of me was too sensational, and it was really not something Xu Qingyun would do.

But it does happen.

After Xu Qingyun covered the soil and patted it down, she put down the shovel, washed her hands in the water tank in the courtyard, then wiped them off slowly, and sat on the rocking chair in the corridor.

The rocking chair was covered with thick and warm mink fur. Xu Qingyun was dressed in white clothes that were more delicate than snow. She got into the reclining chair and was quickly covered by mink fur.

Sitting next to her, Shen Feiyun turned his face slightly, and saw a long-lost satisfaction on her cold face, and her eyes were softly falling under the loquat tree.

Xu Qingyun lay down for a while, and said: "I am over fifty years old now, and I will be buried in the earth in ten or twenty years. At that time, you will bury me and my junior sister together."

Shen Feiyun thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said: "I owe you so much, maybe you have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

"If you really died before me," Xu Qingyun sneered, "then I really don't know whether to bury you with Mo Tingfeng, or with Qi Yuwen."

Shen Feiyun: "..."

He was silent for a moment, touched his nose, and said softly: "These two choices sound terrible, I'd better choose to be buried with Su Lang."

Xu Qingyun: "..."

Shen Feiyun didn't stay for long, and was rushed out by Xu Qingyun, so he had no choice but to walk back to his room resentfully.

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The plum blossoms are falling in front of the court, and it is estimated that in a few days, they will all fall, and they will only be able to enjoy their beauty again next winter.

Su Lang has recovered [-]% to [-]% of his internal strength, and with Xu Qingyun's help in conditioning, he has already moved freely.

He went down the mountain frequently in the past few days, Shen Feiyun was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye, so he didn't dare to let him stay alone for too long, and stayed by his side all the time.

Shen Feiyun sat on the railing of the long corridor, leaning against the red pillar, half of his body fell in the warm sun, watching Su Lang practice his sword intently.

It has to be said that over the past year, Su Lang's concealment skills have improved to a higher level.

A year ago, Su Lang played Lu Yueran, who would restrain his breathing when he was injured.But now, his performance is completely natural, every move is like Qi Yuwen, anyway, there is no trace of Su Lang himself.

Shen Feiyun knew that Su Lang was used to using swords, so he forged a black sword that was half a finger long, but now Su Lang was holding a broad sword that was one and a half fingers wide.

The extremely heavy sword and the extremely heavy sword technique are completely different from Su Lang's own dexterity.

"Good swordsmanship!" Shen Feiyun smiled and clapped his hands, his words were full of admiration.

After Su Lang finished dancing a set of sword skills, a line of crystal sweat was slowly dripping down his forehead.

He withdrew the sword with an annoyed expression on his face, although Shen Feiyun thought this sword technique was very sublime, but he was not satisfied, on the contrary he was very disappointed.

Shen Feiyun waited for Su Lang to come to his side, and said with a smile: "What have you been up to recently, do you want me to accompany you? You haven't fully recovered your kung fu, and walking down the mountain alone, I'm afraid you will encounter accidents."

"Nothing." Su Lang pursed his lips and replied.

He thought for a while, but finally he was still unwilling to tell the whole story in his heart.

Of course, what he was most concerned about was whether the emperor was still alive. He was afraid that the emperor would die and follow Emperor Wu, leaving a mess behind.

In Hanniang's inn, all kinds of people came and went, and he inquired a lot of news.

For example, the emperor is not dead, but is seriously ill; another example is that the emperor summoned King Chen and imprisoned him in Chang'an.

Shen Feiyun naturally knew everything that Su Lang heard.

Shen Feiyun secretly rejoiced that without him, the Sacred Fire Sect did not act rashly, and Shen Zhao did send a soldier to guard the northeast of Jizhou.

Everything went as he wanted, and nothing bad happened.

Shen Feiyun stood up, walked up to Su Lang, took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, and asked, "Have you ever thought about one thing, we..."

Su Lang recovered from his thoughts and looked up.

"what?"

"We..." Shen Feiyun pointed to him and Su Lang, "Have you ever thought that you want to stay with me for the rest of your life and be united forever?"

"What... what?"

Su Lang's mind went blank, and Shen Feiyun's words were like a thunderbolt out of thin air, which suddenly exploded in his ears, catching him off guard.

Stay together for life?To tie the knot?

This... what does this mean?

Seeing that he was dumbfounded, Shen Feiyun waved his hand in front of him, shouted "recovery", and then pretended to be calm: "We have a skin-to-skin relationship, and we have sex, don't we?"

Su Lang collected himself, as if he just understood what Shen Feiyun said.

"Yes." He said reluctantly.

"According to the rules of ordinary people, like us, should I propose marriage to you, and the two of us getting married, is it considered beyond the mundane?" Shen Feiyun asked.

Su Lang finally realized suddenly that Shen Feiyun was actually proposing to him.

If he were Su Lang, he would certainly wish for it, but...

Su Lang was on the verge of weeping blood, almost biting his silver teeth, and managed to keep his expression tense, without tears in his eyes.

"I didn't know..." He paused every word, and squeezed each word extremely slowly, "A person like you, Shen Feiyun, still cares about the world's views, just looking for fun, and you have to be polite."

When Shen Feiyun heard it, Su Lang's words were full of sarcasm, without any joy.

For him, marrying a man is completely disregarding the world's vision and transcending common sense.

He just wanted to confirm the relationship with Su Lang as soon as possible, and welcome him into the house, lest the other party click his sleeping hole and escape without saying a word.

"So you don't want to?" Shen Feiyun put away his smile and said lightly, "In your opinion, we are just having fun, right?"

"Otherwise?" Su Lang asked back.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails sunk deep into his palm, grabbed Shen Feiyun by the collar, and pressed him against the wall.

The next moment, the broad sword was firmly nailed to the wall, and it could cut through Shen Feiyun's skin by an inch.

"Didn't you say that after the matter is completed, you will go back to Yangzhou to find Su Lang?"

Shen Feiyun listened quietly, motionless, and let Su Lang press him down. Seeing the blood in the other party's eyes, his tone was full of jealousy, thinking that he made Su Lang sad again.

"Did I tell you a long time ago that we can't do anything between the two of you. When I recover from my injury, you can go to Su Lang... He admires you so much, do you really want to be with me and leave him behind?" the back of the head?"

Su Lang stared at Shen Feiyun's eyes, trying to see what he was thinking from the calm eyes of the other party, but ended in failure.

Shen Feiyun's eyes were extraordinarily clear, as if he was extraordinarily frank with him, as if he didn't have any extra worries or thoughts.

With Qi Yuwen's appearance carrying Su Lang's soul, he was finally worthless for himself.

Seeing that Su Lang was speechless, Shen Feiyun stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the other person's waist, and pressed the person close to himself, and said sincerely: "I only cherish the person in front of me. You and me are fine, I will love you, respect you, and treat you Always read it on the tip of your heart, and it won't make you feel wronged."

Hearing these sweet words, Su Lang was almost mad with hatred.

Again, always.

Shen Feiyun can always say such words easily, and make such heavy promises so lightly, so lightly that it seems that it can be fulfilled casually in a lifetime.

Shen Feiyun lightly pecked the corner of Su Lang's mouth, and said softly: "When we get married, I'll tell you something."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of the flickering red candles and the dimly lit wedding night. He said that he knew Su Lang's identity and exposed him. The other party's face was full of shock.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help laughing, and said earnestly: "You and I are fine, it's not just for fun, it's forever and unswerving."

Su Lang only felt that his heart was peeled off piece by piece, dripping with blood, and when a gust of cold wind passed by, it was empty, and he could hear the echo of dripping blood.

He tore off Shen Feiyun's collar, lowered his head and bit down on Fang's shoulder and neck.

"It hurts a bit." Shen Feiyun frowned, wondering if he had teased him too much, "If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything..."

The following words were unsustainable, because he felt hot tears dripping through the collar and suddenly falling on the skin of his chest.

He touched Su Lang's head and sighed.

"Forget it, it's all my fault. You should calm down. I have something to clarify with you tonight."

After finishing speaking, Shen Feiyun lowered his head and kissed Su Lang's black hair.

Su Lang loosened his mouth slowly, his lips were extremely coquettishly stained with blood, and his whole body was morbidly insane.

"it is good."

He opened his thin lips lightly, and said slowly: "Okay."

For a while, Shen Feiyun didn't react, and he continued: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. We will pay homage tonight, and become husband and wife from a pair of wild mandarin ducks."