The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

"I...Xiao Su, don't think wildly..." Lu Jiuhan asked him dryly.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" Su Muhua looked up at him, his eyes were as bright as stars.The young man's body was leaning against him, soft like white clouds in the sky, with a little bit of shyness, but entangled, tightly, and decisively... The intoxicating wind blew past, covered his eyes, and blinded his heart.

The young man's jerky lips pressed against his, and the neckline slipped from Lu Jiuhan's hands, and opened again, revealing most of his chest.

"...Xiao Su, don't do this, I will hurt you..." Lu Jiu held on to the last sliver of clarity.

Su Muhua smiled sweetly, and his voice was mixed with sugar and honey. "Brother Lu, as long as it's you, I'm willing."

The clothes that were in the way were taken off by the boy himself. Although he is not tall enough, 16 years old is the most beautiful time.

The fresh and juicy peaches on the branches have been powdered, and they are still unripe.

What's more, this person is Su Muhua!

Under the crimson brocade quilt, the young man was naked|bare with a pair of white legs, and raised his slender neck to send his lips, which were more moist and juicy than peaches, to him.

The skirt of the clothes has been withdrawn to the waist, and the star eyes are so focused and passionate.

Even if this intoxicating wine was mixed with arsenic, why would Lu Jiuhan not drink it?

He stared at those eyes silently, then suddenly pressed the boy under his body, and stroked the boy's strong legs with both hands.

The young man's face was burning like a red cloud, panting deeply under his hand, with a faint crying sound, he called indistinctly, "Brother Lu..."

Lu Jiu is as cold as a disciple who climbs a branch to pick a tree. He knows it's wrong and shouldn't, but the turbulent pleasure is like a tide.

His breathing was messed up, he raised his body and backed away a little, the heat from his lower body rubbed against the boy's legs through his clothes, and he pulled his belt with one hand.

There are windows in the inn room, the curtains are not drawn down, and the half-round moon hangs by the window.Someone's flute is blowing in the evening wind, one by one through the window.

This song is very familiar, I don't know where I heard it.

Lu Jiuhan suddenly longed to see the flute player, this longing even overwhelmed the clamoring heat in his body.

"Brother Lu, don't go..." Su Muhua got up from the couch, trying to hold him.

The sleeves brushed against his fingertips, and Lu Jiuhan had already left the bed, "Xiao Su, I'll come as soon as I go." He lowered his voice with a little teasing, "Don't worry, wait until Big Brother Lu comes back..."

He didn't say anything, and he didn't look at the expression on Su Muhua's face, so he didn't see the blood-like paleness on Su Muhua's face at that moment.

Naturally, Lu Jiuhan would not go to any door, he used his lightness kung fu to jump out of the window, and landed lightly in the middle of the street.

The flute player stood at the corner of the street, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, wearing a bamboo hat in green clothes, and a wisp of gray hair hanging down the brim of his hat.

Lu Jiu stood a few steps away from him coldly, cupped his fists and said, "I seem to have heard the flute sound somewhere before, are we old acquaintances?"

The man stopped playing the flute and looked at him without saying a word.

Lu Jiu waited for him calmly for a while, feeling that this person was extremely weird, he didn't know if it was a human or a ghost.

He was feeling impatient, when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, it was Su Muhua who was only wearing a thin coat, and stepped out the door.

Seeing that his clothes were thin, Lu Jiu felt gentle in his heart, grabbed his shoulder and said, "Xiao Su, I told you to wait inside, why did you come out?"

Su Muhua shook his head, shook his hand and said, "Brother Lu, let's go back."

Lu Jiu said coldly, "This senior and I hit it off right away, I don't know if senior would like to have a drink with us."

The man in green took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on Su Muhua.

Su Muhua's face showed horror, and he took a step back and said, "Don't come here."

The bamboo flute whirled in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi with the wind.

Su Muhua let out a short exclamation, the cold moon was cold, and the pretty face under the moon had lost its color.

Carrying the force of wind and thunder, the body of the flute pierced through the slanted stabs, like a ruthless sword, suddenly piercing Su Muhua's chest.At this very moment, the farewell slipped out of Lu Jiuhan's hands like a spirit snake.On the tip of the whip was the bamboo flute of concubine Xiang, which looked like it was full of tears, filled with true energy, and with a bang, the bamboo flute of concubine Xiang was shattered into powder in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi.

The broken pieces are blown by the wind, like a snowfall.

Lu Jiuhan held farewell with one hand, stretched out his robe sleeves, embraced the unconscious Su Muhua, and stood tall in front of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi took a few steps back and held onto the light pole to stabilize his figure.The bamboo hat on his head fell off, revealing a weather-beaten face.He reached out to wipe away the vermilion from his mouth, but the man's eyes did not avoid, Ruoyuan stared at Lu Jiuhan with hesitation.

Lu Jiu looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Although I think senior is somewhat familiar, if you want to hurt Xiaosu again, don't blame Lu's subordinates for being ruthless."

The man in Tsing Yi remained silent, a wry smile slowly formed on his lips.

Lu Jiu stopped looking at him coldly, carried Su Muhua back to the inn room, and put him on the couch.

The quilt on the couch is still messy, remembering that just a moment ago, the two of them were still rubbing each other on it, at this moment the young man was pale and lying weakly, it was a life and death experience.

Lu Jiuleng sat by the bed, ripped open the neckline of the boy, and tapped the acupuncture point on Su Muhua's chest to stop the bleeding.He pressed his palm against the young man's vest, diverted a little of his internal energy and lost it, and helped Su Muhua protect his heart.

Su Muhua just didn't wake up, and when it was about to dawn, he became even hotter.

He just called vaguely, "Brother Lu, don't go."

Painful and regretful in Lu Jiuleng's heart, he hugged the young man in his arms and kept losing his internal energy. His internal energy was too strong for fear of hurting the young man, and it was divided into lingering strands, just like his lingering thoughts.

While healing Su Muhua, he was thinking about the man in Tsing Yi.

He secretly said: I obviously don't recognize this person, where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?Not to mention why, this man looked at me with such sad eyes that it hurt to even breathe.

At night on the second day, Su Muhua woke up in his arms. He struggled for a while, Lu Jiuhan had already noticed, and said happily, "Xiao Su, are you awake?"

Su Muhua hummed lightly, seeing Lu Jiuhan sitting on the edge of the bed, she fell asleep in his arms.He stuck out his tongue and said, "Brother Lu, I made you worry."

At this moment, Lu Jiuleng was so happy that he couldn't speak, so he didn't have the time to worry about how Su Muhua was so obedient to him even when he was young.Putting his hand on his forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief, "The fever is finally gone..."

However, Su Muhua smiled, turned around, and touched the corner of Lu Jiuleng's lips lightly. Lu Jiuleng felt sweet, but he already backed away for him.

Su Muhua turned over and got off the bed, put on a robe with bare feet, and was about to run outside.

Lu Jiu hurriedly grabbed him, "Where are you going?"

Su Muhua hugged him by the waist and brought him back to the bed. He rolled his eyes and smiled, "I almost thought... I'd never see Big Brother Lu again."

The cut was so cruel that Lu Jiuleng's heart shuddered, it had already softened into a pool of peach blossom water that was thousands of feet deep.He lowered his head and touched the light-colored lips, and said softly, "Stop talking nonsense, with Big Brother Lu here, how could you be in trouble?"

Su Muhua smiled and avoided his hand, "If I press you on the bed again, I will die."

There was a cat's paw in Lu Jiuleng's heart that was tickling. He pressed him and kissed him for a while, then he pretended not to understand and said, "Oh, why?"

Su Muhua hid his hand and said with a smile, "I...I'm going to starve to death."

There was a knowing smile on Lu Jiuleng's face, and he looked down, like a big bad wolf about to kidnap the little white rabbit, and said calmly, "Oh, starved to death? What does Xiao Su want to eat?"

Su Muhua pushed him away, "Lu Jiuhan! What are you thinking about... I want porridge, and I want sweet-scented osmanthus!"

It was only then that Lu Jiuhan remembered that both he and Su Muhua hadn't had any water for a day and a night.

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