Zilan

Before Wen Lun came back, Yan Zhuoqing had already made himself look like a human.He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the thing wrapped in a stick shape, and the layers of black cloth wrapped around it were untied, revealing the things inside.It was a sword.

The scabbard didn't have too many carvings, it was simple and dull, but when Yan Zhuoqing drew out the sword, the shiny sword light was dazzling and sharp, and the dark scabbard was suddenly black and red like blood coagulated.

Yan Zhuoqing laid it flat on his lap, and wiped it carefully with a clean handkerchief soaked in water, which he ordered separately when the bath water came up at the second end of the shop.

Wen Lun saw this when he opened the door and came in.After tidying up, Yan Zhuoqing lowered his head and wiped the sword meticulously and attentively. He was dressed in black clothes and his half-dry hair was loose. This should be an extremely soft picture, but what Wen Lun felt was the cold unsheathed sword, the hunting sword wind. Cut across the face.

Yan Zhuoqing still lowered his head to test the sword, seemingly not noticing Wen Lun's arrival, but he accurately avoided Wen Lun's hand touching the sword.

Wen Lun was not in a hurry when the sword was held on his neck. The paper fan moved it away against the blade, and a few strands of hair fell to the ground: "Your black iron sword is really a magical weapon. Touch it?" Wen Lun said very regretfully.

Yan Zhuoqing put the sword back into its sheath, and threw out a sentence he didn't know whether it was true or not: "My sword is only for my wife to touch."

Wen Lun: "That's too late."

Yan Zhuoqing: "To each other."

The two looked at each other and smiled, how fake and fake that smile was.

Wen Lun had no intention of entangled with him on this issue, and brought up the business.He had already informed the Jiang family that Yan Zhuoqing would take over the entrustment, and the two masters of the Jiang family were overjoyed, and they agreed to apply for Shi Jiang's house today.

Shen Shi is only one hour away from now, but Yan Zhuoqing is not surprised that the Jiang family is so anxious.

"Before that—" Yan Zhuoqing smiled even more falsely towards Wen Lun.

The two of them set off after finishing up. Of course, they mainly took care of Yan Zhuoqing.

When he arrived at Jiang's residence, Yan Zhuoqing had already changed his attire.He has high black hair, and is wearing a black gown with arrow sleeves woven with silkworm silk. The side skirts are densely embroidered, and the jade belt around his waist is of high luster, and there is even a white jade pendant on his sword. He is full of smiles and is full of energy. .

This outfit made Wen Lun extremely distressed, and it also made the eyes of the two masters of the Jiang family shine when they saw Yan Zhuoqing.

It should have been explained before, Yan Zhuoqing and the two were not obstructed by the doorkeeper's servant when they arrived in front of Jiang's house, a young servant greeted them at the door early, and took them directly to the main room.

"This one is the sword to keep the soul." A middle-aged man with a little hair on the temples greeted them excitedly. Although there were slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were piercing and his body was dignified. He was a martial artist. man of.

"Senior Jiang Tai, just call me a sword." Yan Zhuoqing cupped his fists, then turned his head to the graceful woman beside Jiang Tai and said politely, "Mrs. Jiang."

"I really didn't expect that Yi Jian Liu Hun is such a young talent, it really is the wave behind the Yangtze River pushing the wave ahead." Jiang Tai praised.

"Senior was joking, this river and lake still has to be supported by the front waves." When Yan Zhuoqing laughed, his sword eyebrows curved, and the sharpness of the eyebrows disappeared, showing an indescribably handsome and unrestrained elegance.

Jiang Tai was obviously very satisfied with him: "With you here, Jiang can rest assured about this matter."

"One sword will definitely protect and protect the young master, and will not let the thief hurt him." Yan Zhuo said righteously.Wen Lun's teeth were so sore that he just wanted to plug his ears.

"Hmph! That thief." Jiang Tai's face darkened suddenly, and he slapped the table next to him, "It's really deceiving people too much, how dare you hit the Jiang family with your thoughts."

The table was broken into powder on the spot.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate atmosphere, Yan Zhuoqing would have liked to praise "good palm strength".

Yan Zhuoqing's eyesight was excellent, he saw Mrs. Jiang standing behind Jiang Tai, who had been silent and reserved except for returning the greeting to him just now, raised his eyes and glared at Jiang Tai?

The tall and mighty Jiang Family Patriarch silently rubbed the sawdust off his palm.

Jiang Tai's expression softened a lot, and he cupped his hands at Yan Zhuoqing: "To be honest, Jiang actually has something to ask."

"The thief left a letter saying that it will be five days later, but I always feel that there is something wrong in my heart. I want to invite you to live in Jiang's residence during this period. I wonder if it is possible?"

Although he asked "maybe", the strength in his words remained undiminished.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't care about it, it didn't matter where he stayed.But before he could answer, someone agreed for him first.

"Of course, I can move in tonight." Wen Lun didn't want to see Yan Zhuoqing again these days. Whenever he saw him, he would see his clothes. Whenever he saw that clothes, he would think of his precious silver. .You must know that clothes made of silkworm silk are hard to find, so they were taken away.

"That's really great." Jiang Tai beamed with joy.

Yan Zhuoqing glanced at Wen Lun with a half-smile, until Wen Lun's back felt cold when he watched him, then he turned his head and asked Jiang Tai, "Why don't you see your son?" What does the person look like.

Jiang Tai thought he was referring to the two sons: "Qin'er went out to do business, and hurried back after learning about it, but it will take four or five days to arrive. As for Wan'er..."

Jiang Tai let out a long sigh: "I don't know what happened this morning and I caught the wind and cold, so it's really inconvenient to see guests now."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind the main room, Yan Zhuoqing smelled the fragrance of orchids that followed, and his heart skipped a beat.

A figure appeared in the main room.

The first time he saw that person, a line of poetry inexplicably flashed in Yan Zhuoqing's mind.It is as bright as the moon covered by light clouds, and it flutters like the flowing snow of the wind.His long hair is partly pulled up, and the blue silk scattered on his cheeks makes him look like frost and snow, his eyebrows are as pale as autumn water, and even his lips are lightly pink, as clear as white dew.

So apart from the black hair, only his eyes are left with the most conspicuous color at a glance.Black and white are distinct, and the corners of the eyes are flushed, like a peach blossom in March, full of spring water.

"Wan'er, why did you come out, and Xiaosi, why didn't you follow you? I didn't take care of you well." The expressions of Jiang Tai and his wife changed when he appeared, and Mrs. Jiang stepped forward to support him with a frown.

"It's not good to stay in the house, what to do when you come out." Jiang Tai raised his eyebrows, half blamed and half worried.

"It's none of Xiaosi's business. He went to help me decoct the medicine. I'm the one who came out." Jiang Jiuwan held on to the veil tightly and comforted him, "And I feel much better. Auntie, look at me, I look so good Isn't it much better?"

"And there is such an important guest. My eldest brother is not at home. If I didn't come out to meet the guest, it would be too rude." He raised his eyes and smiled in Yan Zhuoqing's direction, as if a branch was full of peach blossoms. Keep the soul and Wen Lord's name."

Wen Lun responded, then turned his head and sighed, "No wonder the flower picker came to steal people."

"Just call me a sword, I've met Young Master Jiang." Yan Zhuoqing smiled at him.

For some reason, Jiang Jiuwan glanced at Yan Zhuoqing twice, and let out a quick "Huh".

"I don't know why, but the hero of the sword looks so familiar to me."

Yan Zhuoqing's smile was even stronger: "What a coincidence, I am too. I really have a predestined relationship with the young master."

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Note: "One Sword Keeps Soul" is inspired by Thunderbolt's "One Eye Keeps Soul"