Zilan

"Hero Yan, what do you want to embroider on your handkerchief?" Jiang Jiuwan struggled to hold the stretcher with his left hand, and asked the black-clothed swordsman who was sitting beside him flipping through a book of the knight's travels.

These days, Yan Zhuoqing used to protect him as an excuse, and ran to the young master all day long. If it wasn't for the fact that there is no place for him to live in the young master's courtyard, this man would probably sleep here at night.

Jiang Jiuwan seems to love snow blue color very much, as far as Yan Zhuoqing has seen so far, almost all of his robes are this color.There was a heater in the house, so Jiang Jiuwan only wore a snow-green gown, which made his complexion cold and pale, but his eyes were looking at the gentle and clear spring lake, which made people want to reach out and stir the microwave.An unknown orchid in a pot behind him was in full bloom, the flower center was as white as the sun and snow, and the outer petals gradually turned into a light blue, which was especially suitable for him, like an orchid becoming a fine flower.

Yan Zhuoqing's mind wavered, and he blurted out a word: "Orchid essence."

"Orchid essence?" Jiang Jiuwan tilted his head in confusion.

"Orchid." Yan Zhuoqing quickly changed his words, and pointed to the orchid in full bloom behind him.

Jiang Jiuwan's eyes lit up instantly: "Hero Yan, do you also like orchids?"

"I like it." But maybe I only like one, and Yan Zhuoqing, who has picked the stamen of the pear blossom with his hands, has no guilt.

"This is Jiuwan Orchid." Jiang Jiuwan couldn't hide his love for this orchid, and gently stroked its leaves.

"Jiuwan?" Yan Zhuoqing took a rare look at this pot of orchids, and the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he felt. It was indeed called Jiuwanlan.

Jiang Jiuwan stroked the tip of the leaf and said with a smile: "My name is also derived from it. My mother chose it for me. I hope that I will live a long life, no matter what situation I am in."

Yan Zhuoqing remembered the secrets he had heard from those two maids. This should sound like a beautiful sustenance, but it made him feel uncomfortable.

"It's just that since the Jiuwanlan was moved into the pot, it has become more and more sluggish. Maybe it feels boring." Jiang Jiuwan slid his fingertips down, and the tip of the leaf poked a shallow hole.

"I see that the orchid is very energetic by the young master's side, but it's also good to go out to bask in the sun once in a while." Yan Zhuoqing put the orchid by the window, turned around and took the stretcher from Jiang Jiuwan's hand, and put his Pulling his hands to his knees, "Young Master, your hands are not healed yet, don't embroider for now."

The palm of Jiang Jiuwan's left hand was wrapped in layers of bandages. At first glance, it would make people think that he had suffered some serious injury. In fact, it was just a shallow pinhole, and the embroidery needle did not penetrate very deep.

Although blood dripped out on the day of the injury, Jiang Jiuwan didn't feel much pain, nor did he feel that it would affect his embroidery.It's just that Yan Zhuoqing's complexion was really dark at that time, he opened his mouth and then closed it, but it still didn't stop Yan Zhuoqing from wrapping his palms like this.

Unlike Jiang Jiuwan's soft hands like a woman, Yan Zhuoqing's tiger's mouth had a thick layer of calluses from holding the sword all the year round, so when it brushed against the back of his fair hand, Jiang Jiuwan shivered sensitively, and the back of his hand was soft The speed visible to the naked eye was stained red, but he didn't pull out his hand.

Because Yan Zhuoqing's palms were very warm.

Maybe people who practice martial arts and have a strong body will be so warm, like the bright sunshine falling on the orchids on the window edge, Jiang Jiuwan couldn't help but want to stay a little longer.

"But, I feel so bored."

When Jiang Jiuwan said this, both of them were stunned.

There was no other reason, the tone was soft and coquettish, and it didn't seem like it would come from the mouth of the always dignified and polite Young Master Jiang.

Yan Zhuoqing's heart was pressed against the trembling delicate orchid, softened into a puddle of water, and when the hand in the palm was about to escape, he grabbed it without thinking.

The red-faced Young Master Jiang tried his best but couldn't pull it out.

"If the young master feels bored, why not let me tell the young master some interesting stories about the world, or you can ask me if you want to know anything."

On Jiang Jiuwan's bookshelves, besides the classics, historical books, poems and songs, there are also many writing about Jianghu, some of which still have Jiang Jiuwan's notes, which shows that the young master is very interested in this.During the two days that he stayed in Jiang Jiuwan's room, he almost read all these books, and he was honored to know what the "one-sword hero mentioned in the book" was like in Jiang Jiuwan's mouth.Although it doesn't look like a ghost and a snake, it is not far from the evil spirit - a little more fierce than the evil spirit.

Jiang Jiuwan stopped struggling when he heard this, and the tip of his ear moved slightly: "Has Hero Yan been to many places?"

"Naturally." Because he often went to various places to kill people.

"Will the stone statue of Sanggo really come alive at night to eat people?" Jiang Jiuwan asked about the story in the knight's travel notes he just read. When the knight was sleeping in the open at night, the stone statue in the desert came alive and chased him down. .These travel notes always like to exaggerate the facts to attract attention.

"No. Although they are exactly like wolves, they can't roll their eyes, and they can't come alive to catch people." Yan Zhuoqing thought for a while and added, "And the Sango stone statue is the belief of the Sango people, and it must not be insulted. Stone statue, otherwise the whole Sango will be your enemy." So don't follow the example of the desperate knight in the book smashing the stone statue.

Jiang Jiuwan nodded and wrote it down, and asked him a lot of questions, all about some famous places, although there were also records in the travel notes, but for some reason, listening to Yan Zhuoqing's talk was much more interesting.

"Does the waterfall in Lingzhou really flow forward and backward in the evening? Is it caused by goblins?" Young Master Jiang picked up a strange story this time.

"It was like this for a while." Yan Zhuoqing smiled, "It's just because someone lost a bet and had to push the waterfall back under the river for two hours every day. There is no river monster in this world."

Yan Zhuoqing originally wanted to say "there are no goblins", but after thinking about it, there was an orchid spirit in front of him that fascinated him.So he swallowed the words again, and changed his mouth to say "there is no river monster".

"Who is that person?" Jiang Jiuwan was curious.

"Fan Jianglong, a friend of mine, I have a chance to take you to meet him."

However, upon hearing this sentence, Jiang Jiuwan's expression became elusively dim: "Maybe it's hard to get a chance. I'm not in good health, and my uncle and aunt are worried and don't allow me to go out."

Therefore, he is destined to only get a glimpse of the vastness of the mountains and rivers and the situation in the rivers and lakes in the book.

Yan Zhuoqing remembered the young man who leaned over to cover him from the rain when they first met, who sneaked out without telling anyone, and left in a hurry.

"Young master." Yan Zhuoqing raised his face and asked deceptively, "Do you want to go with me?"

Jiang Jiuwan was startled by the sudden shortening of the distance, and his skin flushed red by Yan Zhuoqing's breath.

His eyes seemed to be ignited with hope, swaying and swaying, flickering and flickering.

At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the two of them.

The author says:

She is the greenest among all kinds of grass, and can survive on the weakest land.The long drought in July will not fade, and the spring branches will be reported in the cold weather of March and September. ——Nine Wanlan (Baidu Encyclopedia)