When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

The flickering candlelight reflected the silhouettes of the two, and Song Qingshu's chest on the roof heaved slightly.

The weather in late spring and June is not considered cold. There are some sticky heat waves in the night wind, but when it pours into the mouth of the clothes, it becomes bitingly cold, making people's teeth chatter.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, Fan Yao's voice in the room was very low, and an unconcealable smile flowed out from that low voice, his ears were burning when he heard it, and Zhiruo, who was in the room, was also like the same.

Zhou Zhiruo in the room frowned slightly.

love?

Zhou Zhiruo could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

There is no one who doesn't like a good-looking skin, she is just one of the many beings.

Dark red hair, pale face due to long-term absence of sunlight, and coquettish lips are touching people's hearts for no reason.

This face is too gorgeous for a man, like a bright red flower blooming at the entrance of the underworld. Knowing that the end of the flower is a bottomless hell, one can't help but want to walk over it.

The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

The same is true of Hua'er, and the same is true of Fan Yao.

Fan Yao's eyes flickered, his eyes seemed to be hooked, and there was an inexplicable demagogic power in his voice: "Ah Ruo?"

The sweet address gave Zhou Zhiruo goose bumps all over her body.

"Uh..." Zhou Zhiruo shook the cup and said, "The Second Immortal Xiaoyao really deserves his reputation."

Intoxicating, even more sinful.

Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head and sipped the water in the glass lightly.

The water in the glass swayed slightly, and the water reflected her slightly hot eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes and drank the water, put the water glass on the table, raised her head again, looked at Fan Yao with a smile, and said, "I used to think that writing poets was too exaggerated. The beauty of the country?"

The corners of Fan Yao's mouth curled up slightly, and his peach blossom eyes were too beautiful.

Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything, just sit there and watch with a half-smile, don't be able to attract countless women to bow down.

He was born to be poisonous.

His poison is hidden in his blood, in the corners of his thin mouth and glistening eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo blinked, and said, "Seeing Master Fan's true face tonight, I know that the words of the ancients are not exaggerated."

Fan Yao smiled, walked forward, leaned slightly, looked down at Zhou Zhiruo, and teased, "Ah Ruo is quite satisfied with my face?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and said, "Satisfied, why am I not satisfied with such a pretty face?"

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled, leaning his upper body slightly, and continued to lower himself.

The candlelight was dimly yellow, and the delicate red color made the heart beat faster.

Fan Yao suddenly remembered the scene he saw on the boat before.

Yumian Langjun and Qingliruoxian hug each other, the delicate collarbone is light red because of the emotion, the waves beat the hull again and again, and the sun sets, the seabirds fly across the water, leaving a string of waves.

He said that day that he was too old to see such a vigorous scene. This was not an excuse or a joke. He was indeed burnt to his eyes that day.

The past came to mind, and the light in Fan Yao's eyes changed slightly, and was melted by the soft light in a moment.

The wall immediately looked at each other from a distance, and when they saw the Zhijun, they were heartbroken.

The window was half open, and the night breeze brought a burst of fragrance of mountain flowers. Zhou Zhiruo stretched out her hand, supported Fan Yao's shoulder, smiled slightly, and said, "It's just a pity, I have a senior brother."

Song Qingshu's pupils shrank slightly on the roof, and Zhou Zhiruo's voice continued in the room: "No matter how good Master Fan is, I will not be blessed to endure it."

Song Qingshu's frantic heartbeat slowly calmed down, took a deep breath, and looked up at the bright moonlight in the sky.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the cool breeze was blowing, and the hot and dry air in the air seemed to be much lighter.

Fan Yao chuckled, and said: "I know, you like that kid Song Qingshu, he is the leader of the Wudang sect, and he is also a young man like jade, not to mention you, if I were a woman, I would pay more attention to him."

"It's your business that you like him, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, and Fan Yao's eyes were teasing, he said: "Now the Beggar Clan has driven the Yuan people out of the Central Plains, you are the leader of the Beggar Clan and a descendant of Guo Xiang, you will be crowned soon Ninety-five, achieve the emperor's career."

"Men are emperors and have three thousand beauties in the harem, but women..."

Fan Yao's eyes were so deep that he couldn't come out after just one glance. He said softly, "I don't mind having Song Qingshu between you and me."

Zhou Zhiruo moved her fingers slightly, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She knew that she came from a Ming religion, was suave and informal, but she didn't know that Fan Yao could be so informal.

Zhou Zhiruo poured water into the cup just now, Fan Yao picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Hey——" Zhou Zhiruo just wanted to stop her when she saw Fan Yao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the water glass left her lips.

Fan Yao said, "What?"

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "It's nothing."

She drank it all, and she would be hypocritical if she said it.

Fan Yao laughed, his swaying eyes fell on the cup, he played with the cup with his fingers, and said: "I was young, and I know what it's like to be young, and the joy of youth may not be the joy of a lifetime, only Qian Fan reads it." Only then will you know the answer in your heart.”

Fan Yao looked at Zhou Zhiruo without blinking, and said, "I can wait for you to grow up."

Zhou Zhiruo squeezed the sleeve in her hand.

The night wind came in from the half-opened window, and the candlelight flickered and died out.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's clear voice suddenly sounded: "Fan Jiaozhu don't have to wait any longer, Zhiruo has grown up."

Qingshan pushed the door open, and the bright moonlight slanted on Song Qingshu Ruyu's face.

The smile on Zhou Zhiruo's face froze for a moment, then relaxed again after a while, and said, "Brother, when did you arrive?"

I don't know how much Song Qingshu heard what she said to Fan Yao.

Fan Yao stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked Song Qingshu up and down.

Song Qingshu smiled at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "I just arrived."

The smile in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes became more genuine, and she beckoned Song Qingshu into the room.

Song Qingshu stood in front of Fan Yao and said to Fan Yao, "I agree with Zhiruo, and I hope that Master Fan will not follow the path of a villain."

Fan Yao said: "Thank you for the compliment, I am not a gentleman, I am a villain."

Zhou Zhiruo: "..."

Song Qingshu frowned displeased, and Fan Yao said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Remember what I said, I will wait for you to grow up, if you marry Song Qingshu, I will wait for you to remarry, and if you don't want to leave, I don't mind either."

"As a human being, as long as you live comfortably and happily, why should you care about other people's opinions?"

"It's unreasonable." Song Qingshu said in a deep voice. No matter how well-bred he is, once he meets someone like Fan Yao, he will only talk nonsense, and fight if he doesn't agree with him.

Song Qingshu started with Wudang Kungfu, and he was so elegant. Fan Yao opened and closed sometimes, and sometimes his figure was elusive like a ghost. The two of them went from inside to outside the house. Fan Yao tiptoed, his body jumped up, and fell lightly in the distance on the roof.

Fan Yao on the roof laughed loudly: "Ah Ruo, remember my words."

"you--"

Song Qingshu was about to chase after him, but Zhou Zhiruo hugged his arms tightly.

Fan Yao laughed and left, Zhou Zhiruo shook Song Qingshu's hand, and said softly, "Brother, don't be angry, I only like you."

The night wind was gentle, blowing Song Qingshu's clothes.

The moonlight is as clear as ever, coating everything in the world with a light layer of silver.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and stood in the wind, Fan Yao's words resounded in his mind over and over again.

Fan Yao's words seemed to be addressed to him——

"I was young, and I know what it's like to be in love with a teenager."

"The joy of being young may not necessarily be the joy of a lifetime."

"Qian Fan reads everything before he knows the answer in his heart."

The last sentence is I wait for you to grow up.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes.

Although Fan Yao was a generation older than them, his face after tearing off the scars did not look very old, but he was in his early thirties, a prime age.

People who are successful, famous, rich in experience, and can speak sweet words are always the target of women's eyes no matter what time they are.

Compared with Fan Yao, he was too young, too immature and too clumsy.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice, "Zhiruo, I'm in a panic."

"Before there was Wuji, now there is Fan Yao, maybe in the future, more people will like you. If they don't have Wuji's indecision and Fan Yao's fickleness, you..."

Wuji loses because he hesitates, Fan Yao, Fan Yao may be too romantic and fickle, but what about in the future?If people in the future do not have their shortcomings, what kind of changes will happen to his and Zhiruo's path?

Song Qingshu turned around, with clear sentimentality in his eyes, and asked, "What will happen to you?"

Zhou Zhiruo's heart tightened, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Time slipped away inch by inch, and the sentimentality in Song Qingshu's eyes turned into sadness.

Zhou Zhiruo lightly stood on tiptoe, pecked Song Qingshu's lips, pressed it against Song Qingshu's ear, and said softly, "I still like Senior Brother."

The moonlight was in Song Qingshu's eyes, Song Qingshu closed his eyes, his arms were soft.

Something is taking root and sprouting in the bottom of my heart, and its branches are flourishing, and it can no longer be shaken.

Song Qingshu said in a low voice: "You say you like it for a day, and I will accompany you to be happy for a day. If one day, you are no longer happy with me, you don't need to wrong yourself, just say it, and find your like .”

"I like you, so I want to be with you. What is more important than being with you is whether you like it or not."

Zhou Zhiruo leaned on Song Qingshu's chest, the corners of her eyes were a little sour.

"No, I will always like you."

Fan Yao in the distance saw the figures of the two, snorted softly, and jumped down from the top of the mountain.

In the courtyard, Yang Xiao was playing the flute under the moonlight, Zhou Dian was chirping, and from another room, Yang Buhui's displeased voice came: "Oh, it's so noisy. It's late at night, can you please be quiet?"

Zhou Dian said: "Hey, miss, you are angry with your father, what are you doing to me?"

Fan Yao casually picked up the wine jug on the stone table in the yard, raised his head and drank most of it.

The wine dripped down his chin all the way onto the skirt of his clothes, wetting a large area of ​​his skin.

Yang Xiao put Xiao down, glanced at him, and said, "A disciple of Wudang?"

Fan Yao threw the wine jar to Yang Xiao, half leaned on the stone bench, looked at the moonlight in the sky, patted Yang Xiao's shoulder, and said, "Yes."

"Wudang disciple, I really hate it."

Yang Xiao was noncommittal, put aside the jar of wine that Fan Yao had drunk in disgust, opened a new jar of wine from the table, drank it slowly, and said, "Will Master Zhou participate in the lion slaughter meeting tomorrow?"

After drinking, Fan Yao's face turned slightly red, and he said, "Oh, I forgot to ask her about it."

Zhou Dian jumped up: "I've been with you for so long, and I haven't said anything serious?"

Fan Yao patted his forehead, closed his eyes, and said, "It's not that I didn't say anything, I advised her to wear the dragon robe behind her back, and remember to raise the face of the Sixth Court of Sangong."

Zhou Dian: "..."

In the early morning of the next day, martial arts practitioners gathered in Shaolin Temple.

Without Zhang Wuji to mediate in the middle, the matter between Yang Buhui and Yin Liting is still hazy and ambiguous. Yang Buhui's eyes follow Yin Liting's figure. Yin Liting will only secretly look at Yang Buhui when everyone is listening attentively to the abbot of Shaolin Temple. glance.

Yang Xiao casually looked at Yin Liting, Fan Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at the breezy Song Qingshu, and the two immortals once again reached a consensus - Wudang disciples really hate it.