Everyone owes me a favor

Like holding a gold tracing box in one hand and returning to the inn,

However, before the gift was sold, his heart was full of turmoil.

... He is really insane, why should he compare this tone with Feng Ruyu? !

Besides, this comb is flashy and not really a good gift.

Even if you want to give him a gift, you shouldn't give this.

Standing in the corridor, Ruyi stopped in front of the window where Feng Ruyuan was glowing with light, thinking for a long time, but he was full of confusion, the more he tried to solve it, the more difficult it became.

He couldn't bear it anymore and turned around, only to see Sang Luojiu standing quietly at the stairs, looking at him for an unknown amount of time, his eyes seemed to be inquiring.

"like……"

Ru had nowhere to hide the box in his hand, so he had no choice but to put his finger to his lips, signaling him to keep quiet, and walked towards the stairs.

Sang Luo had known for a long time, so she gave way a few steps and retreated to the stairs.

The two stood up and down, facing each other.

Sang Luojiu asked softly: "Why is Layman Ruyi here? You don't even have dinner. Master even specially ordered a good vegetarian meal for you and Haijing."

Ru avoided answering, and said directly: "Just now I went to the street, I had nothing to do, and bought something... for your master."

He didn't know how to give this comb away and keep it for himself, which is even more nonsense.

He is a monk, and when the affairs in Plum Blossom Town are over, he will naturally have to cut his hair again, and it is useless to keep a comb.

Now that he saw Sang Luojiu, he simply handed the box to Sang Luojiu: "It's not something special, and I didn't buy it specially for him. It's late now, I'm an outsider, so I can't disturb him, please replace me Give it to him. He wants it if he wants it, and if he doesn’t want it, throw it away.”

After saying that, he looked as if he wanted to draw a clean line from the box, and walked away, but there was some indescribable annoyance in his heart.

Sang Luo looked at the box in his hand for a long time, his eyebrows slightly moved.

At this moment, Luo Fuchun brought a jug of wine from downstairs and asked, "Luojiu, what is this?"

Sang Luojiu lied without changing his face: "I bought small snacks for myself."

Luo Fuchun: "...ah."

Luo Fuchun touched the back of his head.

Luo Fuchun: "Do you like to eat this kind of food?"

Sang Luojiu responded obediently: "Yes."

Luo Fuchun sternly warned: "Only women like to eat this kind of sweet and greasy food. Be careful to get fat if you eat too much, it is not good for sword practice."

Sang Luojiu smiled: "Okay, Luojiu listens to senior brother."

Luo Fuchun educated his younger brother, so he took the good wine ordered by his master and sent it to his uncle and master.

When he came out, he happened to pass by the waiter who came to deliver hot water for washing his face.

He hesitated, and reached out to hold Xiaoer's arm: "Excuse me, is there any good pastry shop in Plum Blossom Town?"

At this time, Sang Luojiu held the box and stood still at a corner of the inn, calmly lifted the lid of the box with the blue bird painted on it, revealing a elegant jade comb.

But Sang Luojiu was not interested in combs.

As soon as he saw the decoration on the outside of the box, he knew that it was a gift box specially used to express love.

And this kind of box used to hold small personal items always has some things at the bottom of the box.

For example, a layman grew up in a Buddhist monastery, and it is normal for him not to know his feelings and interests.

He reached out and rummaged in the bottom of the box.

Under the light spun gauze, there is indeed a small silk album.

Sang Luojiu took it out and flipped through two pages. After confirming the contents inside, she raised her brows slightly, and an ambiguous smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

In his "home", all kinds of relationships were chaotic and full of secrets. He was used to seeing all kinds of things in his eyes. To him, this booklet was just an ordinary gadget.

In all fairness, this drawing is not bad, concise and clear, but the posture is too inconsistent with Master's habits and personality, it is too difficult and tiring.

It's better for them to be conservative when they are new to this path.

Thinking of this, Sang Luojiu put the original booklet on himself, took the box with him, left the inn, searched in the corner of the night market, and soon found a place in a secluded place that specially sold such booklets bookstall.

After his eyes lingered on many beauties of various shapes and colors, he did not find the ideal one.

So, with an obedient and docile face, Sang Luojiu asked the stall owner generously: "Excuse me, is there a guide to how to avoid fire for men here?"

Finally, after comparing, he chose the two most pleasing ones, carefully framed them with thin red silk, put one on the top and one on the bottom, then closed the box and went back to The inn knocked on the sealed door.

The one who opened the door was Chang Boning with a thin face and slightly open neckline.

Sang Luo saw that his clothes were disheveled for a long time, and the room smelled of wine, so he asked in surprise, "Master, have you been drinking?"

Chang Boning said very seriously: "Yes. As usual, two people can enjoy drinking, and drinking alone is called boring wine. He also said that drinking three glasses of wine, taste the taste, and you won't get drunk."

Sang Luo saw for a long time how Chang Boning swayed while holding the door frame: "...how much did you drink?"

Chang Boning raised a finger: "A small sip."

Sang Luojiu: "..." Interesting.

But he quickly suppressed the idea of ​​looking for pleasure in his uncle: "I'm looking for Master. Isn't Master here?"

Chang Boning said: "Your master has gone out."

The two senior brothers had been drinking for three rounds, Feng Rugu still couldn't forget the person who played the flute, and he didn't want to give up, so he went to the lake to look for his bosom friend.

After knowing that the master was not there, Sang Luojiu still offered the box: "Master, this is given to the master by Layman Ruyi, can you help pass it to the master?"

Chang Boning hugged the box: "Well, what is it?"

Sang Luojiu smiled purely: "I don't know about Luojiu."

Chang Boning, who was drunk, was still gentle: "Thank you for the long time. Go back and rest earlier."

After closing the door, Chang Boning sat down at the table again, and placed the box in the center of the table.

In the past, he wouldn't touch Ruru's things indiscriminately, but today, being coaxed and tricked into drinking, Chang Boning was a little dizzy, and many emotions rarely came to his head.

He wanted to figure out what kind of relationship Rugu and Ruyi had.

So, he thought angrily, I'm going to watch it.

Chang Boning pushed open the box, picked up the silk painting booklet on the top, and tore apart the red ribbon tied in it.

He opened the booklet, looked at the two handsome men whose bodies were tightly entwined like vines, and frowned.

……what is this?

He flipped through the pamphlet and confirmed that he didn't recognize the faces of these two people.

Maybe old friends?

Well, wait a while and come back to recognize it.

Thinking of this, his alcohol surged again, he grabbed the silk in his palm, leaned over the desk, and dozed off.

His shoulders undulate slightly with his breathing, and the butterfly bones support the single shirt into an ambiguous and sexy outline.

Sleeping on the table was not stable after all, Chang Boning's body gradually became unbalanced, and he fell to the side uncontrollably.

When he was about to fall to the ground, the lights in the room dimmed suddenly, and he was shaken by a piece of clothes.

After the lights returned to normal, a person appeared in the room out of nowhere, and then lightly supported Chang Boning's shoulders, straightening his body a bit.

Chang Boning leaned into his arms, murmured twice, and was so drunk that he couldn't lift his head: "As usual, you're back—"

Han Jing stared quietly at the drunken Chang Bo Ning from above the veil with long narrow and indifferent eyes, without responding.

After Chang Boning called out, he lost consciousness and nestled in Han Jing's waist, as obedient as a cat with a round belly.

Han Jing's injured shoulder was still weak, so he picked up the drunk Taoist with one shoulder, and put him on the bed with one arm.

The posture of the two is infinitely close to hugging.

When Chang Boning was put on the bed, the silk he held in his hand slid out with the vibration.

Han Jing caught it in time, thinking it was something important, so he shook it off to check.

The next moment, his face as cold as ice clicked, and a crack opened.

Immediately, Han Jing returned to his normal expression, stuffed the thing into his arms expressionlessly, and thought, confiscated it.

After Chang Boning was settled, he blew out the lights in the room, leaving only one light, and poured a cup of strong tea to cool at the table, and finally returned to the window, and with a movement of his body, he merged with the moonlight again One, disappeared without a trace.

Not long ago, he indirectly learned from Sansi that Lin Xuejing might have planted an undercover agent beside Feng Rugu.

From then on, he followed Feng Rugu's side, observing the people beside him, in case Lin Xuejing's people hurt him.

No matter how he treats Feng Rugu, he always has something in his hand.

But he didn't know how Lin Xuejing planned to deal with Feng Rugu, so he could only hide in the dark, take good care of him, and observe the abnormalities of the people around him.

If Chang Boning hadn't had this little episode here, he might not have shown up at all.

……

After Sang Luojiu bent to bid farewell to Chang Boning, he returned to his room with a smile on his face.

When he opened the door, he saw a small delicate rosewood snack box on the table.

Sang Luojiu was taken aback, and opened the box with his hands, and found that the pastries inside were arranged in five lines, namely, green balls, red bean cakes, pumpkin snacks, date paste yam cakes, and black date cheese. The handwork was very careful, and each of them was made into animal shapes, with a charming naive look , squeezed together next to each other, very small and cute.

Sang Luojiu pinched a little pumpkin shaped like a rabbit, put it in his palm, and looked at it carefully.

At this time, Luo Fuchun walked out from behind the screen, wiping his hands.Seeing him holding the rabbit in his hand, he hurriedly stopped: "Put it back and put it back. You have eaten today, you can't eat any more, it will damage your teeth!"

Sang Luojiu obediently put the rabbit back to its original position: "Sorry, brother, I just had a look."

Luo Fuchun was softened by his obedient junior brother, and he relaxed: "...If you are really hungry, you can have another one."

Sang Luojiu happily picked up the rabbit pastry: "Thank you, brother."

He bit off a pair of rabbit's ears and chewed them slowly in his mouth.

The pastry tastes good, but Sang Luojiu doesn't like sweetness at all.

However, since it was given by the senior brother, the sweetness is not unbearable.

Seeing him chewing slowly, Luo Fuchun thought he liked it, so she laughed heartily and said: "If you want to eat cakes in the future, don't buy them secretly. Come to see senior brother, senior brother will send it to you every day."

Sang Luo smiled for a long time: "Brother, I'm not a child, you don't have to control me like this."

Luo Fuchun opened his mouth and said his true thoughts: "I don't want to control you, I just want, so that you can come to me every day."

Sang Luojiu tilted his head slightly, looking into his eyes attentively: "Why do I have to come to you every day?"

"Does it need to be said?" Luo Fuchun put Sang Luo Jiufeng's shoulders sincerely, "We are brothers, I like to treat you well, I like to give you good things, I like to see you every day, and I also like to see you Happy."

Luo Fuchun felt that his theory was impeccable and self-consistent, and could perfectly explain his strange behavior today and his indescribable lingering feelings towards Luo Jiu.

Sang Luo stared into his eyes for a long time, and after a while, he smiled brightly: "Thank you, senior brother."

In the past, Luo Fuchun had heard him call senior brother many times, and every time he heard it, he felt a little more proud and a little more responsible, but today, for some reason, ever since he thought about it, he felt that he had been called for a long time. His senior brother's voice is extremely pleasant, wishing he could call himself several more times.

Luo Fuchun couldn't figure out why he was so weird.

As for Luo Fuchun's character, he always couldn't figure out a problem, so he simply didn't think about it.

He said: "Remember to brush your teeth before going to bed after eating."

Sang Luojiu followed his words, held the dessert, ate it up in a gentle manner, and patted the pastry crumbs on his hands: "Thank you, brother."

Luo Fuchun pointed at him: "Take off the outer cover, senior brother will hang it up for you."

Sang Luojiu nodded.

However, when he took off the outer cover halfway, he seemed to realize something and paused for a while.

But after a while, he lowered his head, smiled inconspicuously, handed the thin coat to Luo Fuchun, got up and entered the screen.

Sang Luojiu's clothes were stained with the smell of his body, there was a faint plum fragrance, sweet and slightly sour, it smelled very comfortable.

Luo Fuchun hugged his clothes in his bosom, lowered his head and sniffed them, his heart became happy for no reason.

He was about to hang his clothes with his own when he felt something in the inside pocket of his coat.

Without thinking too much, he thought it was something like a handkerchief, so he reached out and took it out so as not to crumple it.

...What is this?

Luo Fuchun shook the silk and opened it to have a look.

In a few moments, his handsome face turned red with embarrassment, as if holding something on fire, he threw the filthy thing under the bed with his hands.

Why did Luo Jiu carry this kind of thing with him? !

Did the girl from Goulan give it to him, or did someone teach him to be bad? !

Or...was he buying it himself?

Does he want to...

Yes, he's that age.

but--

While Luo Fuchun was thinking wildly, Sang Luojiu turned away from the screen with his usual expression, and returned to the bed, ignoring Luo Fuchun who was hesitant to speak: "Brother, let's settle it."

"...ah, placement. placement."

...How can this be settled? !

After Sang Luojiu fell asleep for a long time, Luo Fuchun was still hot all over, unable to sleep at night, his pair of long legs pinched and pinched under the blanket, finally made up his mind, bent down and took out the booklet that fell under the bed, Facing the meager star candlelight, while blushing and examining carefully, he was entangled in a thousand turns.

What kind of system is this?

Simply indecent!

Luo Fuchun, who always considered himself upright, couldn't take it anymore, threw away the booklet, and slapped his hot face several times.

Thinking about something messy! !go to sleep!

Sang Luojiu at the side opened his eyes in the dark, staring at Luo Fuchun who was turning his back to him with red ears and constantly adjusting the posture of his legs, naturally murmured, turned over, and put his head on the On Luo Fuchun's back.

Luo Fuchun froze into an iron plate: "..."

He wanted to cry without tears, what happened to me.

……

Chang Boning, who was separated by two walls, lost his alcohol quickly.

After all, he is a cultivator, and he rested in bed for half an hour, and the light sleep eliminated the meaning of residual alcohol.

Chang Boning felt his mouth was dry, so he got up groggyly and poured water for himself. When he found a cup of warm tea, he held it up and drank it without thinking too much.

Chang Boning couldn't remember what happened after he was drunk, so he just regarded it as the tea he made and the lights he turned off.

In the dimly lit room with only one light left, Chang Boning was holding a teacup, thinking about the dream he had when he was taking a nap just now.

He dreamed of the man who was hurt by him but still gave him flowers.

It's just that the faces in the dream are blurred and not very clear.

It seemed to be a familiar face that did not belong to him, but Chang Boning had already forgotten who the owner of the face was.

He took another sip of water, and was about to put down the water glass, when there was a sudden pause, and large swaths of crimson clouds floated up his cheeks.

——Chang Boning finally realized belatedly, what was painted on the silk just now.

After realizing it, Chang Boning almost spontaneously combusted on the spot, stood at a loss for a while, and hurriedly searched for the whereabouts of the silk.

The result is nothing.

Not in the box, not in any corner of the room.

Chang Boning held the cup blankly and sat down at the table, the heat on his face was still lingering.

... Is that also a fantasy dream of oneself?

Why would he have such a dream?

Could it be that it has something to do with the person who hurt as before?

Chang Boning poured a large glass of water, stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window, poured it down, his eye sockets were reddened due to nervousness.

A wooden box disturbed the hearts of the people in the two rooms.

Instead, the person who was supposed to give and receive the gift was temporarily relieved of embarrassment and met face to face by the lake.

Ruyi had something on his mind, so he went out for a walk.

Feng Rugu came out to look for the bosom friend who played the hole flute.

He was carrying the jug, searching for a bosom friend for a long time but to no avail. Seeing the scene of joy gradually dissipating and the crowds thinning out, he already knew in his heart that it would be impossible to see that person again. Ye, said with a smile: "If there is nothing wrong, Master, would you like to travel with Feng for two nights?"