Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu's so-called homework is to disassemble the basic and simple movements of swinging a knife, and make a hundred sets of each.

Zhuge Xiao naturally refused: "I am willing to try it, but unfortunately I have been in poor health since I was a child. If I force myself, I am afraid I will have a serious illness again. You know, worrying and getting sick, that's right. This kind of powerless person is the next one."

He smiled lightly, and said this self-deprecating nonchalantly, with a kind of unrestrained charm like a broad-minded and refined scholar.

But Yan Wujiu obviously didn't feel this, he raised his chin slightly and said expressionlessly: "I'm swinging the knife, you watch?"

This moody and self-willed temperament, obviously if Zhuge Xiao dared to nod, he would definitely not get any good looks from him.

Zhuge Xiao felt that he was in a bad mood, and thought for a while with a smile: "Spring is coming to an end, the weather is so good, why do you always fight and kill? Why don't we do something else today and steal half a day of leisure. No fault how about?"

Tsk, trouble.

Yan Wujiu put away the knife, and took him to visit his collection instead.

The collection of books in a room is very bluffing at first glance.

Those who didn't know it thought that Yan Wujiu was such a great Confucianist, with a wealth of knowledge and a rich collection of books.

It is impossible for Yan Wujiu to read and practice calligraphy if he does not go out.Playing chess and playing the piano to cultivate one's sentiments doesn't match Ximen Qing's personality at all, so it's impossible to do it right now.

He likes to read some ghostly writings, and the records are all those insidious methods that are circulated in the world.

The slang words that must be known in the wild shops of the rivers and lakes, the medicines that need to be known for escaping in the wild, and the angles from which hidden weapons are used, even the famous veterans of the rivers and lakes cannot hide...

And so on, it is not a serious book at first glance, nor is it something a serious person would write.

These are the things that Yan Wujiu spent a lot of money on when he was young, so that some people of various religions and high schools would pay a lot of money, let them search for strange people and strange things, and make a book for him to read alone.It is likely that there is only one such book in the world.

Zhuge Xiao originally saw these many books, and his impression of Yan Wujiu slightly changed in his heart. After reading a few books, he could only smile.

He smiled good-naturedly: "This thing is interesting. I just happen to be a literati following the grown-ups like Six Doors. I have to deal with people who travel the rivers and lakes. I wonder if you can lend me a look at these books?"

Yan Wujiu nodded dispensably, and said flatly: "You choose yourself. But you can't let others know that you came out from me. This is a secret between me and you. If you let me down... Very vindictive."

He blinked slowly, smiling brightly, and he didn't know how many knives were hidden inside, and he emphasized as if pointing: "Specially hold grudges."

Zhuge Xiao looked at him, with a little joy in his clear eyes, and said in a gentle and good-tempered manner: "I will keep it a secret. If you like this kind of thing, I can probably sort out some information for you. You know , the case of the six doors is dealing with people in the Jianghu, and there are many strange sects that are unknown to the people in the Jianghu."

There was some interest in Yan Wujiu's eyes: "Okay. Then thank you very much."

Zhuge Xiao asked: "Do you have any preferences? For example, the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, the Demon Cult of the Southwest Border... There are some small schools and sects, although they are not well-known, they are also very capable. Those who use hidden weapons, those who use medicine and poison, and those who use poison." There are mechanics or something..."

Yan Wujiu's eyes were loose and he didn't pay much attention: "It's fine, you can figure it out. The weirder the better, I'm Ye Gong and a dragon, I just use it to pass the time, and I won't really learn how to travel in the rivers and lakes."

Zhuge Xiao's eyes moved slightly, but his smile was pure and clear: "That's the Demon Gate of the Western Regions. There are many beautiful girls and weird flowers and plants there. There are some poisonous drugs - it sounds very interesting. There is one named Yu Linling Planting Gu, such a nice name, but who knows it is an evil Gu used to induce men to be emotional. I heard that when the person infected by the Gu is injured, the surface of the body will bloom with flowers of the other side."

Yan Wujiu frowned, lacking in interest, sneered: "These people are too unimaginative, I thought it was just letting the bones bloom under the moon, and the skeletons turned into beauties in an instant. It is not uncommon to plant flowers on people. Gu poison sounds like it has removed deliberate intimidation, but it doesn't seem to have the slightest use. What kind of beauty is a beauty who relies on Gu poison to make her lover obedient?"

With a thought in his mind, Zhuge Xiao saw his arrogant and conceited face, his frivolous and presumptuous look, and agreed with what he said in his heart.

A beauty who relies on poison to make her lover obedient is indeed not a beauty.

He casually thought, at least, if it was this person, it would be enough to just smile at his lover.

Zhuge Xiao walked around in Yan Wujiu's study room, and saw several volumes with delicate and elegant covers that seemed to be collections of poetry. The covers and even the fonts were different, but the titles were all called "Yan Qingdu".

He was puzzled, as it seemed that no famous poet and lyricist in his memory had published such an anthology.Could it be the poems written by Yan Qingdu's friends in private, and the printed booklets?

I can't see that such an arrogant and frivolous person can be arty.

All kinds of thoughts came to an abrupt end after Zhuge Xiao casually opened the book.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and there were not too many ups and downs on his face to reveal his inner thoughts, but the movement of turning the book in his hand was a little faster, and then slowly stopped.

The sun shines in through the thin window paper, sprinkles half of the room with floating light, and makes the scholar's warm ears look like translucent rubies.

In the quiet inner room of the study, only the sound of slightly held and relaxed breathing can be heard.

Zhuge Xiao's lips were a little dry, and he couldn't help but subconsciously tighten them.

On the clean and elegant pages of the book, there are full of gorgeous rhetoric and beautiful words, and there are even exquisite small pictures that are lifelike, depicting the lingering and inseparable romance between a man named Yan Qingdu and several Yaotai goddesses.

Zhuge Xiao had already understood Yan Wujiu's flirtatious style before meeting him.It's not like he hasn't heard of those words that have been widely circulated, but he didn't realize it so clearly at this moment.

The pleasant smell of ink, together with the faint scent of Sophora japonica in late spring and early summer, fermented by sunlight, creates a blurred sense of blood disorder in this room.It's like, a dream between nap, half dream and half awake.

Aggressive.

The sound of fingers tapping on the bookshelf unhurriedly, like a bird pecking at the window lattice, broke the trance of sex.

Zhuge Xiao raised his head slowly, frowning slightly impatiently at Shang Yan Wujiu.

Yan Wujiu's good-looking long eyebrows were lowered, and he looked at him indifferently and uninterestedly: "Have you seen the fire-avoiding map?"

Zhuge Xiao's clear and gentle scholarly face was blank, he pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly, subconsciously shook his head, then hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Tsk," Yan Wujiu's eyes were full of disgust, he tilted his head and blinked slightly, raised his eyebrows, tapped the bookshelf twice with his fingers, and urged a little impatiently, "Have you read it?"

This situation is like a bad bully in the academy bullying and questioning a gentleman.

Zhuge Xiao's voice was hoarse when he was forced to ask: "Look, I've seen it."

Yan Wujiu sneered arrogantly, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Then why do you look like you're seeing the eighteen bans for the first time when you read an ordinary pornography book? Hmm?"

Yan Wujiu didn't know that the story book was indeed gorgeous and not vulgar, half-covered and half-covered but not revealed, but Zhuge Xiao's imaginary picture was completely forbidden.

After all, he is an expert among the six doors who can describe the real picture of the crime scene and the murderer based on the victim's dictation.

Zhuge Xiao's expression was elegant and gentle, and he blinked with difficulty, opening a pair of warm, hazy but not firm eyes like the water surface diffused by the afternoon light, as if trying his best to keep calm and self-restraint, and answered him calmly: "I, just I was a little surprised, I thought it was a booklet of poetry."

Yan Wujiu raised his eyebrows, his smile seemed to be cold, he took away the notebook in his hand, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said lightly: "Surprised...why are you blushing?"

Zhuge Xiao didn't feel that he was blushing, nor did he feel that it was very hot, but when he raised his hand to wipe it, he found that his temples and forehead were slightly damp.

The loss of consciousness was only for a moment just now, and he had already regained his senses, so he smiled a little embarrassedly at himself: "I'm not kidding, when I was studying, the teachers were always strict and prudent, if this kind of thing is found under their noses, they must You will be punished. I was caught off guard just now, and suddenly heard your voice come back to my senses, and I remembered the palpitations at the beginning."

Being caught by the class teacher for reading comic books, Yan Wujiu had experience in his previous life, so he gave him a sympathetic look.

But specifically, after looking into other people's eyes with this look, whether he feels sympathy, or gloating and mocking boredom, we have to ask Yan Wujiu's friends who suffered from it in the past.

Zhuge Xiao saw the faint smile on his face, and his mind was distracted carelessly.

Chatting with Yan Wujiu casually in his mouth, Zhuge Xiao's mind was in a trance, as if the water was lapping on the shore, and there were words and phrases that he would never forget.

Yan Wujiu's fingers are as slender as jade bamboo, thinner than ordinary people's fingers, more delicate and elegant than most of the women Zhuge Xiao has seen.

At this moment, the finger was slowly and casually stroking the dark green locust bookshelf, picking out the books Zhuge Xiao had mentioned.

What Zhuge Xiao thought of was the crimson picture in black and white, how this hand turned over the wine bottle and held the beauty's face, wandering away, ruthless and passionate.Caught by vermilion lips, he gently kissed the back of his hand from his fingertips...

"Is this the only one?" The clear and proud voice was like a handful of snow that wiped away the allure of the picture.

Zhuge Xiao said calmly, "Thank you, this is the book."

Yan Wujiu tossed the book to him, and said with little interest: "Is it enough? If not, you can pick a chair slowly. Don't touch the ones on the left."

He didn't say much about the reasons, he just announced the ban casually.

Be sure that no one will violate the taboo, such arrogance.

Zhuge Xiao glanced at the left side he said, where he picked up the "Yan Qingdu" just now.

From this point of view, there are not too many books over there, but each one is individually displayed in a beautiful box, like a collection.

"No need, these are enough. I'll come to you for some after I finish reading."

Yan Wujiu turned around and opened the door of the study, and walked out first: "It seems that it's summer, and the study is getting hotter and hotter."

Zhuge Xiao glanced at his neckline.

Even I couldn't help but open my clothes a little to dissipate heat. Yan Wujiu has a reputation for being frivolous and dissolute, and he never pays attention to worldly etiquette in his words and deeds, but when Zhuge Xiao saw him twice, his clothes were all dirty. Neat and meticulous, without any mistakes, and without revealing any excess skin.

This point is very similar to Gu Yuexi.

But Gu Yuexi is a gentleman of aristocratic family, he has always been calm and reserved, so it is only natural for him to pay attention to these etiquettes.Putting this kind of behavior on Yan Wujiu, a flirtatious young man who is used to living a life of luxury and money, there is a bit of incongruity and contradiction that attracts people.

Like the stunning and enchanting beauty in the land of wind and moon, but with the immaculate appearance of a high-ranking scholar in the mountains.

On the surface, everyone would admire and pity him, but actually they all wanted to be the only guest who entered the scene.The more noble and special, the more humiliating it is.

Zhuge Xiao really wanted to see if the bright red grape wine from the Western Regions was flowing down the back of the arrogant and fierce Young Master Wugui. Is this scene more thrilling and exciting than flowers blooming from the bones and the skull turning into a beauty under the moon? Feeling ecstatic?

The author has something to say: Please call him a gentle scum, a beast in clothes, with a human face and a beast heart~ You are welcome