The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

When he returned to his place, Wu Ci'er couldn't help being startled by the sudden attack of hands from behind, but when the familiar breath came, he relaxed and smiled.

It was Lu Jia who came.

Wu Ci'er blinked, turned around and hugged the man's neck on tiptoe, raised her head, the young man's soft hair brushed against the man's chin, Lu Jia subconsciously stretched out her hand and rubbed his head, gently pinched it One of Wu Ci'er's small paws imprinted on her lips, and then put the little thing out of her arms into Wu Ci'er's palm.

It was a mechanism bird, made of wood, exquisite and lovely, the wings on the wings were all carved to lifelike, Wu Ci'er couldn't help but started to play with it.

He was studying the gadget while Luke watched him quietly.

He found that he liked doing such things more and more, staring at Wu Ci'er motionlessly.As if such a picture will be destroyed in the next moment, and it will never be seen again.

And Wu Ci'er seemed to have noticed his movements, and suddenly stopped the movements of his hands, put the mechanism bird in his arms, and jumped on Lu Jia's body. The man who was attacked seemed to be used to such things. He stretched out his arm to catch Wu Ci'er's leg, protecting him firmly.

Nanman raised his forehead, pressed against Lu Jia, and whispered, "It's cold outside, let's go in." At the same time, some rouge could not help but appear on his face.

Lu Jia nodded, carried him into the room, then carefully put him on the bed, and then got up, no different from his usual behavior countless times.

But this time Wu Ci'er chose to keep him.

"where do you want to go?"

The young man's sweet voice came, and at the same time, that thin white ankle rested on Lu Jia's shoulder, and Wu Ci'er said, "If you dare to leave this time, don't come back, understand?"

Lu Jia was obviously caught off guard, but he didn't dare to go against Wu Ci'er's intentions, so he stood there stiffly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

Wu Ci'er quickly pushed him down on the couch, then sat on the man's knee, stared at him firmly, and asked, "What? Do you dare to think about it?"

Lu Jia turned his head, his eyes stayed in nowhere, Wu Ci'er turned his face directly, making the eyes intersect, and then said: "I don't know what you are afraid of, what are you afraid of..."

Yan Yu, although this man and Wu Ci'er are already together, but the man has never touched him.

This confuses him.

I saw Lu Jia shook his head, then stretched out his hand to caress Wu Ci'er's face, from the eyebrows to the chin, described deeply, and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Ci, look at you, you are so beautiful..."

Thinking back to the day when Dongfang Bubai sent him to work for Wu Ci'er, he should not have liked to serve such a tricky master, but the first time he saw Wu Ci'er that day, he felt that this should be a great blessing. This master was born beautiful and clean, and his young man's breath was so lively and refreshing, perhaps he began to fall from that day on.

Compared with such a beautiful young man, he is ugly, at least standing beside him is not pleasing to the eye.

Lu Jia is not from the Central Plains, but he is not as handsome as Shui Renmiao. On the contrary, his face may be a bit disgusting, a pair of strange-colored eyes, and a huge scar on his face, making him more or less handsome. Nothing to do with it.

But Wu Ci'er's face is so flawless, bright, with picturesque features.

Hearing what the man said, Nanban burst out laughing, the younger he was, the happier he looked, his eyes were bent, cute, as if he had heard something funny, his shoulders couldn't help trembling, and finally he just covered his mouth with his backhand , and Lu Jia just looked at the boy on his body meekly, and when he had finished laughing, he saw him take out a short dagger from his arms, and slashed at his fine porcelain face neatly.

Lu Jia was shocked, and hurriedly stopped Wu Ci'er's absurd behavior. The inexplicable surprise and panic in his heart made him feel a little slow. Fortunately, the length is not too deep, but if he hadn't made a move to snatch the thing, maybe this Nanman would really ruin his pretty face.

"Small... Xiaoci!"

Lu Jia was sullen, his heart was full of joy, panic, and distress, and he lost his composure for a while, but Wu Ci'er looked more sober than anyone else at this moment, pulling Lu Jia's hand that gave birth to these sword calluses, touching His own face, and then the little blood stained on the fingertips were sucked by Wu Ci'er under the guidance of Wu Ci'er.

A faint smell of blood diffused sensationally in the mouth.

"If you are restraining yourself just because you feel like you don't fit well, then I can become like you, so there is nothing that can separate us, right?"

Love to the depths.

Lu Jia shook his head, held Wu Ci'er's face in his hands, carefully wiped the wound with his thumb, stared at him for a long time, and then laughed out of relief, "Although I know you may be younger in the Central Plains, But it doesn't matter... I will crown you today, okay?"

Wu Ci'er smiled and threw herself into the arms of the man below her.

No more grievances.

Outside the window, flying snow profusely spreads everywhere.

The climate here in Mask City is probably hotter than that in the Central Plains, and the first winter snow has come here, so the Central Plains must have been cold and snowy.

another place.

There are melodious and long-lasting flute sounds, high mountains and flowing water, white snow and sunny spring, not like pearls and jade, but it is long and deep, breaking people's hearts.

On the window sill, the bird with yellow warm feathers fell there forever. This bird, which has been with Dongfang Bubai for so many days, did not survive this winter, but in his opinion, this bird probably should have died last winter. Consummation, after all, the law of reincarnation, so life is endless.

No matter what the situation is, this bird can always find him after he has settled down, it understands human nature, understands human feelings, even if it is dead, it will be a human in the next life.

This is the little pet Zhao Nuanzhou caught and gave him a long time ago.

Dongfang Bubai stretched out his hand to sweep away a small piece of snow on the window lattice, gently twisted the small body alone, exerted a little force, and the ball of yellow feather turned into ashes in his hand.

With a backhand, Jhin leaked from her fair fingertips, the process was very fast, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Now he folded his arms and quietly watched the snow outside the window, the plain-covered earth, the frozen pond, the withered lotus, and the sound of the flute in his ear, he frowned.Lift the curtain and go out.

It was Shui Renmiao. He was playing the flute. He didn't use advanced fingerings, but simple fingerings for beginners. What he played wasn't complicated, but it fit the occasion.

"The city lord still has this hobby?

The undefeated words of the East.

Shui Renmiao didn't answer, and finished playing the piece quietly, then put down the flute and said, "I don't know these elegant things at all, Linshui is a master of rhythm."

The person facing the water is Shui Renmiao's dead wife, calling Qu Linshui.

Qu Linshui was originally the daughter of a magistrate, she didn't have the temperament of a lady from an official family, she was gentle, she liked plain qin and bamboo flute, she was a good girl, but her body was weak since she was a child, people at the time asserted that she would not survive the Double Ten, later Linshui ignored her parents Opposition resolutely followed Shui Renmiao, because he didn't like publicity and had no status, but when he passed away in Shui Renmiao's arms, No.20 had lived seven years.

Linshui plays the piano and flute, knows the rhythm, once carefully taught Shui Ren Miao to play the flute, and then played the piano by himself. Those years were short and beautiful, like a couple of gods,

After Linshui passed away, Shui Renmiao would occasionally play the flute in memory of his deceased wife, but she regretted that the beauty had passed away.

At this moment, Shui Renmiao was still smiling, and he said, "Brother Dongfang, what regrets do you have?"

Dongfang Bubai said nothing.

Shui Renmiao played with the flute and said, "People say love is the hardest..."

"City Master, that has nothing to do with me." Dongfang Bubai continued.

Shui Renmiao shook her head and said, "Brother Dongfang, I received some interesting news a few days ago, do you want to hear it?"

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows.

Shui Renmiao smiled and said casually: "My people say that Zhao Nuanzhou wants to abdicate to Zhao Jingman..."

"This," Dongfang Bubai paused, "I know."

Shui Renmiao sneered, and continued, "Zhao Jingman is dissatisfied with his elder brother's move, and the elders of the Zhao family are also dissatisfied with Zhao Jingman."

"So?" Dongfang Bubai asked.

"So?" Shui Renmiao repeated, and then said, "So when old man Zhao was going to the funeral, the little cousin seemed to have arranged some surprises for his elder brother. Do you know that?"

"Is that so." Dongfang Bubai wrote lightly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

The snow gradually stopped.

The two were silent for a while, Dongfang Bubai spoke, but changed the subject, saying: "Shui Renmiao, sometimes I really don't know what kind of person you are, people who don't know you say you are a good person, People who have come into contact with you think you are a wicked person, and the city is bottomless, but I think you are neither."

Shui Renmiao shrugged, the corner of her mouth curled up and said, "It's all of them, and it's not."

"Compared to this, Brother Dongfang, do you really have anything else to say?" He said with a smile.

Dongfang Bubai said indifferently: "Thanks to the city lord, I want to leave for a while, is it possible?"

Shui Renmiao nodded and smiled, "It's easy to say, and I'll give you a holiday."

Wulin League.

Shen Youlian held the porcelain bowl in her hand, and the sugar cubes melted under the stirring of the spoon.

He glanced at Murong Chengshuang or Mu Wushuang in front of him, and said: "Be more obedient, Wushuang, don't make yourself guilty."

The Murong Chengshuang in front of him was dressed in white shirts, his expression was still as arrogant and dignified as before, but the arrogance and wantonness of the past had faded away, his eyes were like deep water.

He took the medicine bowl, as if afraid of Shen Youlian's nagging, he raised the bowl and drank it down.

Shen Youlian picked up the white handkerchief on her body and wiped the corners of the man's mouth that was stained with a little medicine juice, and then said with satisfaction: "I want to be more peaceful today, I'll take care of some things first, if you get bored and panic, I'll take care of you tomorrow morning." Just ask Xiang'er to accompany you out for a walk, just remember to come back."

Murong Chengshuang turned his head away, no longer looking at this person who had brutally hurt him and now kept him in captivity.

Shen Youlian shook her head, stood up helplessly, and helped Murong Chengshuang adjust the hairpin, then pushed the door and left.

This winter always feels colder than usual.

A piece of clean white.

It came again, the turbulent smell kept surging, and this time it came more violently than before. Shen Youlian put down her hand covering her eyes, her heart ached, her whole body seemed to be reversed, and her eyes were about to burst.

Following the exclamation of the attendant holding the lamp, Shen Youlian fell down suddenly and without warning.

at the same time.

The doctor named Qianying glanced at the lamp next to him, the wax had already been extinguished.

"The lord started to practice this...evil kung fu in his early years, with his life as his bet, just like a half-burned candle, it can't hold it, it can't hold it." The picture of the earlier time flashed in front of her eyes. She had warned Shen Youlian, but Now that he has no way to recover, he also appears pale.

Qianying took down the burnt candle by the table, and lit a new one, the flame was faint, and the lamp was like a bean.

She chose a comfortable position and leaned back on the chair to continue studying her medical books.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Leader, explain here, he is also a dying person _(:з」∠)_Although it feels a bit sudden to receive the lunch box