Looking for plums under the moon

Shen Luo was shocked and stared blankly at the person in front of him.

A feather-like snow fell on Ling Guyue's eyelashes, he fanned his eyelashes, felt the silence between the two of them, and then belatedly, his ears turned red.Turning her head away, she coughed and said, "If you need time to think about it... that's fine."

"Why do you need to think about it... my heart is the same."

Ling Guyue raised her eyes and saw that his eyes were bright and clear, like ice and snow hidden behind floating clouds.With a half-smile, he said: "But I remember what you said, between a man and a man, it can't last long..."

Shen's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he said nervously: "Then... that's what I heard from hearsay, so I can't take it seriously."

"But I think it makes some sense... Think about the goodness of Longyang in ancient times, and the habit of breaking sleeves in the past dynasties, none of them has a long life."

Shen Luo quickly grabbed his hand, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, brother, I... I will definitely not hurt you."

Ling Guyue hooked her lips, "That's good... didn't you have something to say just now?"

Shen Luo shook his head, "It's gone."

Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, you can go back now!"

Shen Luo gave a soft "um", but didn't intend to let go.

Ling Guyue had no choice but to hold hands, tap her toes lightly, and the two of them were like swallows, skimming over the microwave, stepping on the water back to the shore, and walking back.

After being out for half a day, the wind and snow continued, and both of them were covered in white.

"Are you cold?" Ling Guyue's nose was a little red from the cold, and she turned her head to look at Shen Luo, still looking lukewarm.

"It's not cold, senior brother?" Shen Luo raised his hand in front of him, rubbed it gently, and took another breath of hot air.

Ling Guyue asked strangely: "You wear so little and your hands are so cold, how can you not be cold?"

Shen Luo looked at his hand, felt it on his face, and said to himself, "Is it very cold?"

Ling Guyue was about to laugh at him, but Shen Luo had already put his hand into his bosom, and pressed it to his heart.

Through the thin fabric, there was a faint warmth in the palm, and besides that, I also felt a steady and satisfying heartbeat.

"Brother, are you feeling better?"

Seeing his serious expression, Ling Guyue couldn't help but nodded, "It's very warm." At the end, she added, "Warmer than a hand warmer."

Unexpectedly, just because of this sentence, Shen Luo insisted on covering his chest with his hand.

"But..." Ling Guyue was in a bit of a dilemma, walking like this is too weird, Shen Luo's hand was grasped, and it was close to his body, as if being hugged in his arms...

Shen Luo looked down and saw a red ear, and seemed to understand what he was thinking, so he simply grabbed his shoulders and wrapped him in his arms.

Unexpectedly, the movement was too big, and he accidentally pulled the wound on his arm, causing him to gasp in pain.

Ling Guyue's expression changed, and she hurriedly broke free.

"Brother?"

Seeing that his face was pale, Ling Guyue sighed, and took his hand again, "You are injured, don't move around. Let's go back quickly, if you catch the wind and cold again, not only may you not be able to go to the martial arts conference, but you will not even be able to go to the martial arts conference tomorrow." There is no need to get out of the bed." As he spoke, he mobilized his internal force, and a warm current flowed to the two of them along the meridians, "That's enough."

Shen Luohui held Ling Guyue's hand, his eyes were dim.

"Okay," Ling Guyue pinched his fingers lightly, "If they don't go back to Qingzhu, they should be worried." After saying that, she dragged him to the inn.

As soon as he returned to Feiyun Pavilion, several disciples eagerly greeted him, "The master and uncle are back!"

Ling Guyue smiled, "We're fine." This time, he didn't let go, and continued to lead Shen Luo upstairs.Just walked up the wooden stairs, thought for a while, then turned back and ordered Qing Zhu: "Later, I will ask someone to bring a basin of hot water to the head master's room."

"Yes……"

A group of people watched the two go upstairs in amazement, and they turned their heads and looked at each other until their backs disappeared into the corridor.

"Did you see it?"

"Look... here we are..."

"You said why the head has been laughing since entering the door?"

"Is that a laugh?"

"Although it's just a little bit, it's still a smile!"

"But isn't master uncle also laughing?"

"That's true... Oh no, it seems that the heads of the sect were all cold-faced a while ago... Uncle Shi is not very happy, why are they suddenly in a better mood today?"

"I don't know... Senior brother, what do you think?"

Seeing her eyes focused on her, Qing Zhu pretended to be serious, and shouted softly: "You guys are so courageous, you even dare to talk about the sect master and uncle?"

The juniors stuck out their tongues, "What's the matter, senior brother, the head of the sect is closest to you on weekdays, so just talk about it!"

"That's right, it's not an argument, it's at most...just a guess!"

Seeing so many pairs of curious eyes staring at her, Qingzhu shook her head, and could only say: "Perhaps... the master and uncle had conflicts before, and now they are reconciled."

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, "That's good, I said why can't I see..." Before they finished speaking, they all blushed and laughed.

At this moment, Fan Shiyao was not in the lobby because he went back to his room to pick up something, and Lin Jue sat alone in the corner drinking ginger tea to keep out the cold.He lowered his head and fiddled with the ginger floating in the cup, listening to everyone's words verbatim.

A white mist rose from the cup, and the face hidden in the mist suddenly became unpredictable.

Back in the room, Ling Guyue pushed Shen Luo to the side of the bed and sat down, frowning: "Take off your clothes and let me see."

There was a strange look in Shen Luo's eyes, but he didn't say anything after all, but slowly took off his clothes.

The black clothes were half off, and the sunken and thin waist was exposed to the air, and the thin and powerful muscles on the chest were stimulated by the cold air, and they tensed up, like a cheetah ready to go at any time.Since there is no sunlight all year round, the skin here is not dark, and it can even be considered smooth compared to the hands that hold the sword all the year round.

Ling Guyue had no time to take care of the wide shoulders and narrow waist in front of her eyes, her eyes fell on his bare left arm.The knife scars criss-crossed there, although most of them left only shallow traces, but they still reminded people of the shocking past.

There was a new wound on the left arm, which was roughly wrapped with gauze a few times, and blood was constantly oozing out.

Ling Guyue's heart tightened, she took a step forward, and was about to help him take off the bandages, but she saw that Shen Luo had taken off his shirt and then started to undo his belt, as if he wanted to take off his bottoms together.

"What are you doing unbuttoning your belt?"

Shen Luo looked up at him, and said as a matter of course, "Didn't Senior Brother want to see it?"

Ling Guyue hurriedly stopped his movements, and said in embarrassment: "I want to see the injury on your arm, do you have any injury on your leg?"

"No……"

"Then fasten your belt."

"Oh..." Shen Luo looked away, suppressing the upward curve of his mouth.

Ling Guyue helped him remove the gauze stuck to the flesh and blood, and asked, "Who bandaged this for you?"

"Myself."

"How did you tie it like this?"

Shen Luo looked up at Ling Guyue's focused expression, and explained: "Brother happened to be here at that time, so I just pestered him a few times."

Ling Guyue looked away from his arm, and met his gaze, "You have suffered such a serious injury, why didn't you tell me?"

"Brother will worry about me."

Ling Guyue said angrily: "I'm still angry with you, how can I worry about you."

"Yes, no matter what, senior brother is the one who worries about me the most."

Seeing that he was so sure, Ling Guyue sighed softly: "Why didn't Qingzhu help you treat the wound?"

Shen Luo shook his head, "It's not a big deal, so they don't panic."

With great difficulty, the layer of blood-soaked gauze was removed, revealing a sword wound with deep bone visible.The whitened flesh was rolled out to the sides, and the dark brown flesh in the middle kept gushing blood.

Ling Guyue shook her fingertips, and said helplessly: "You know how to endure..."

Shen Luo looked at his furrowed brows, and said in a daze, "Don't worry, brother, it won't happen again..."

'Bang bang bang', came a few knocks on the door.

"Master..."

It was Qingzhu's voice, Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Come in."

Qing Zhu pushed open the door with a pot of hot water in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Ling Guyue bending over Shen Luo, while the person behind him, with her upper body exposed, seemed to be sitting naked on the bed, and thought of it again. Ling Guyue asked him to bring hot water... then she lowered her head and dared not look any further.

"Master, Master Uncle, here comes the hot water..."

"Put it on the table." Ling Guyue got up to get the cloth towel.

Qingzhu put down the hot water and was about to leave, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and secretly glanced at the bed, which made him feel a sudden tug in his heart.

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

That scar was so hideous that there was no doubt that as long as the opponent struck harder, his entire arm might be destroyed.

Shen Luo said: "It's okay, you can go out, it's good to have a brother here."

Ling Guyue wrung out the cloth towel from the hot water, and signaled Qingzhu with her eyes, "Go down, don't worry."

Qingzhu hesitated to speak, but seeing Ling Guyue nodding at herself, she had no choice but to turn around with a heavy face.

"Green Bamboo." Shen Luo shouted again.

"In..." Qingzhu turned her head.

"Don't tell others about this." Shen Luo said behind him.

"Yes."

Ling Guyue wiped off the blood around his arm, took out the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, seeing that Shen Luo closed his eyes and his lips trembled slightly, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No pain."

"You lied again..."

Shen Luo hurriedly opened his eyes, "It hurts a little..."

"It's a pity that I can't replace you, otherwise..." Ling Guyue lowered her eyebrows, wrapped the wound with gauze, and tied a knot at the end.

"No, it's a good thing I was injured. If it were senior brother, I would only be in a hundred times more pain than I am now."

Ling Guyue put away the medicine bottle, forced a smile, "Okay, take a good rest today, I'll go back first." After speaking, she wanted to get up, but Shen Luo pulled her sleeves.

"how?"

Shen Luo's face was pale, and he looked rather weak, "Brother, tonight... don't leave, okay?"

Ling Guyue looked at the endless wind and snow outside the window, thought for a while, and just when Shen Luo thought he was going to reject her, he nodded his head, "That's fine, you're injured, what's the point of staying here?" You can also call me."

Pingnan is in the bitter cold season of snow and sky, and the sky is dark early.

Under the window, the clay furnace was fermenting wine, and the fire was blazing, and a handful of soothing incense was sprinkled on it, and there was a little sandalwood in the smoked wine, which made people drowsy.

Shen Luo watched as Ling Guyue took off her coat, hung it on the hanger, and untied the coat wrapped around her waist for herself.

Those hands with distinct joints and white as fat jade gently tugged on his body.

With a movement in his heart, he suddenly pulled out the only black bone hairpin on the man's head, and the three thousand black hairpins tied on the top of his head immediately poured down, covering his entire body.

The man raised his head from the waterfall-like hair, his black hair is more beautiful than snow, the eyebrows and eyes seem to have been carefully drawn by the artist, the shade is just right, adding a stroke will only make it more gaudy, and missing a stroke will make it a little less gaudy light.There was anger in his eyes, which suddenly turned into a faint smile.

The cinnabar is affectionate, and the soul is swaying with a glance.

Shen Luo suddenly felt dizzy and unreal.

Until Ling Guyue flicked out the candle on the table, lay down beside him, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Still so unreal.

Shen Luo looked at the person beside him without blinking, as if he would suddenly disappear in the next moment, "Brother...is this true?"

"What?" Ling Guyue also looked sideways at him.

"Everything today...could it be just a dream? After waking up from the dream, the senior brother will disappear..." Shen Luo raised the injured arm, looked at it for a while, and then suddenly pressed it.

Ling Guyue clasped his wrist, "Why?"

Shen Luo was in a trance, "It doesn't hurt in dreams."

Ling Guyue thought for a moment, "Then... what do you think?" After speaking, she raised his chin, turned her head slightly, and kissed him.

Shen Luo felt the soft touch on his lips, with the plum fragrance that bullied Xue, half jerky, half shy.Just as she was about to respond, her lower lip suddenly hurt...and someone bit her.

Ling Guyue backed away, her eyes in the darkness seemed to be filled with stars, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Shen Luo felt even more dizzy.