Xuanyi Pavilion, Xiaoxuan window.
The beautiful boys came and went in the corridor, and the silk and bamboo wind music in the atrium on the first floor spread far to the corner of the second floor. Shuyuan was playing with a black gold token in his hand, and said "oh" with great interest:
"You mean...someone is checking Mr. Ben?"
"Yes, young master, do you want to avoid it?"
The bearded Guigong knelt on one knee, not daring to lift his head, for fear that he would also become a sparrow whose neck was broken on the ground.
"Avoid? Why do I want to avoid? Let them check it out. My identity is true. I will teach you to be a good boy today. It's a lie. Three points are true and seven points are false. The upper layer is torn off, and the bottom layer is torn off." There is another layer to prepare."
Shuyuan looked at the blood stains on the soles of his feet with disgust, and ordered:
"Get down."
The turtle fell down obediently.
Shuyuan wiped the soles of his feet on his blue-faced satin robe until the blood stains were completely gone, and the itchiness all over his body disappeared.
He lazily leans against the window:
"Yesterday a group of phantom wolves entered the outskirts of Xiying, and the entire village under Xiyu Mountain was slaughtered. Have you found out?"
"Subordinates are incompetent."
"You are quite incompetent."
Shuyuan said sadly, "In this world, only the Yin Puppet Sect is able to do such a crude and unstandardized thing of exterminating the family. A group of idiots! They want to build a Yin land and raise Yin corpses, and they can't stay far away. This It’s good to go down, the snake was stunned by the weeds, and those old men in the Zhengmeng are afraid that they will come back.”
"You've all been quiet recently, shrink your manpower, and don't go out for activities, so let... this Yin Puppet Sect be the first bird."
"The subordinate obeys."
Shuyuan sighed, and his voice gradually became distant:
"Five thousand years ago, the righteous alliance forced the three sects of the evil alliance to the north of Xiyu Mountain. Fighting against the pervasive evil spirits, ten out of ten, what did they do wrong..."
Mr. Gui could hear tears in his eyes, if it wasn't for the young master who went to the north of Xiyu Mountain by mistake and contributed the passage connecting the two places, people like them would have to suffer in that evil place for how long.
He grabbed the ground with his head and crawled down:
"This subordinate swears to follow the young master to the death!"
"Okay, you go down first, I'll rest for a while."
Shuyuan waved his hand, and just as Mr. Gui moved his knees to leave, he suddenly said, "Call someone in Xuanyi Pavilion who knows women best."
Mr. Gui was taken aback for a moment, and quickly answered "Yes".
After a while, a young boy with clear eyebrows came, and his face was not very good. He knelt on the ground quietly, and Shuyuan took a look at him for a while:
"You know women best?"
"The ones dyed with wood are the most in the building."
The little boy said with a low eyebrow.
"Okay, that's up to you."
Mr. Gui stepped back on his knees, and before going out, he even helped to close the door, the sound inside the door could not be heard at all, he smiled, bent over and went to the door to greet the guests with a smile on his face.
———
Zheng Wan led Ah Wan, and walked around Fangshi Haosheng, until the lights came on, and then sat in the insect cart to Jingqi Street contentedly.
The street was the same as before, with few pedestrians, only lotus lanterns lit up one by one by the side of the road.
She is stronger now than before, and because of this, the feeling of the vigilant gaze falling on her body hidden in the dark is becoming more and more obvious—it didn't disappear until she entered Cuiwang's mansion.
"Cui Wang, I'm back."
Cui Wang didn't come out.
Zheng Wan searched around, only to find that he was not there.
Cui Wang is not in the flower hall, not in the main room, not in the gazebo, nor in the Nuan Pavilion.
Zheng Wan kicked off her shoes and stepped onto the warm floor of the warm pavilion. The glazed lamp was blown slightly by the wind on the porch, and the warmth that hit her face made her sigh.
After crossing the threshold, he looked up and saw the blue robe hanging on the screen. Cui Wang was still wearing it before, but he didn't know where he got his temper, so he dragged it to the ground, stepped on his feet, and snorted:
"fraud."
It's a good idea to wait for her here.
"Which one is the liar?"
In the twilight, the man wore a wide-sleeved robe like ink, stepped across the threshold of the garden, and came wearing the stars and the moon. He walked hurriedly, and the robe was blown up by the wind, leaving a large shadow in the corridor behind him.
The moon lights up his eyes:
"Who lied to you?"
However, Zheng Wan keenly smelled a familiar rust smell, which almost overwhelmed her last night.
"Well, it stinks."
She covered her nose, "What are you doing?"
Cui Wang took off his ink-colored cloak and handed it over:
"kill."
he said.
Zheng Wan took the cloak, only to realize that he was also wearing a black dress underneath. The neat and close-fitting cut perfectly outlined his wide shoulders and narrow waist. Just standing so casually, there was an indescribable taste , heroic...
When people look at it, they can't help but blush and heartbeat.
Cui Wang approached, looked at it carefully for a while, and asked:
"Wanwan, do you have a fever?"
He tried her hot cheeks with the back of his hand, but Zheng Wan slapped her away, and she pinched her nose as if:
"I was smoked by the smell on your body."
Cui Wang glanced at her, and walked around behind the Nuan Pavilion without saying a word.
The sound of water in the soup pool is long.
Ah Wan waved his fist and cried out for his master:
"Zhenjun is getting rid of violence and peace! Do good deeds, don't scold him! Zhenren Zheng is bad."
"Elimination of violence and peace?"
Zheng Wan doesn't remember this scene in her dream—
Of course, she couldn't remember much either.
"The Da Siqing is to help defend the city and catch the bad guys, especially the Zhenjun. The bad people who want to catch are all very bad people." ascended."
"Awan, how long have you been with your Zhenjun?"
"How long?" Awan tilted his head, continued to snap his fingers, and thought for a while, "Five years? Or six years? Awan can't remember... But Awan remembers that when Zhenjun started doing these things, he often Wounded, twice—”
He held up two wooden fingers:
"Zhenjun almost died."
Only then did Zheng Wan remember that it was Cui Wang's twentieth birthday this time.
It's just that he has always given her the impression that he is too omnipotent, so that she ignores his age. Speaking of which, he is only four years older than her, she is sixteen, and Cui Wang... twenty.
Twenty years old, in the mortal world, is a coming-of-age ceremony, and the "crowning ceremony" must be performed by the parents.
She doesn't know about others, but in the aristocratic family, these etiquettes are very important.
"Wait, I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in a while."
Zheng Wan seemed to think of something, she hurriedly explained something, and walked out of the door. She took advantage of the night to go to the market. The market was still closed. After wandering around for a long time, she finally found what she was looking for in a small shop.
"Thank you store."
When she returned to No. 1 Jingqi Street again, she found Cui Wang standing at the door, his waist-length black hair was wet, and he stood barefoot on the steps, looking down at her:
"where have you been?"
"I, I'm going to—"
Before Zheng Wan could finish speaking, she saw his wide black sleeves fluttering up, directly in front of her, and a scent of bluegrass filled her nose, "Cui, Cui Wang, what are you doing?"
What Cui Wang saw in her eyes almost startled her.
Zheng Wan retreated subconsciously, but unexpectedly, a force restrained her. She was forced to raise her head, and the soft silk slid across her neck, causing her to tremble. Cui Wang rubbed the delicate skin of her neck for a while before letting go. open her.
Zheng Wan watched the undercurrent in his eyes recede like an ebbing tide.
Cui Wang took a step back:
"Let's go."
He turned around first, and walked towards the mansion: "I will rest here for the night today, and I will return to the camp tomorrow."
Zheng Wan realized something, and went up to hold his hand:
"Cui Wang, were you angry just now?"
"Why?"
she said.
"Not angry."
Cui Wang glanced at her coldly, the dark blue night sky came over, and the glass lamp shadow outlined the cold brows to capture the soul of Nong Li:
"Where are you going next time, report it."
"But you have Long Jue."
Zheng Wan asked strangely, "Wherever I go, can't you sense it?"
"Not all of them."
Cui Wang pursed his lips tightly.
"Okay, don't be angry, I'll... beat your back?" Zheng Wan rolled her eyes, "It must be better than Ah Wan. I used to beat Aye a lot when I was at home."
Cui Wang walked into the Nuan Pavilion with a flick of his sleeves, and reluctantly responded, "Oh."
Zheng Wan nestled happily into his arms, and showed him his neck first: "Here, I was red from being pinched by you just now, you can press it for me first."
After a long time, the cold fingers touched her neck, and Cui Wang said, "Trouble."
The moonlight slanted in and enveloped the two snuggling together, leaving behind a lingering and hazy shadow.
The shadow gradually faded away, only a sound of sucking that made people blush and heart beat, and after a long time, there was a slight panting sound:
"Cui Wang, after removing the Gu, will you still, will you treat the woman next to you like this?"
"There will never be a second 'Sacrifice'."
"Say, yes."
"Well."
The night was deep, and the sound of the hourglass kept ticking in her ears. Zheng Wan raised her ice power, but found that her reason seemed to be stuck by a group of spider webs, and she pressed the black head on her chest:
"Cui Wang, Cui Wang, hold back."
Cui Wang raised his head, his thin lips were stained with water, and his brows, which were usually cold, were dyed brightly. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his coldness returned, only a little redness remained in the eye sockets.
He helped her up, picked up the piece of green grass and green bag for her, and re-fastened her straps one by one. Only Zheng Wan could feel the slight trembling of his fingertips, when he brushed her—
She grabbed his fingers all at once:
"Cui Wang..."
Cui Wangmo was silent:
"I lost my temper."
The breakthrough in cultivation was imminent, and it was almost impossible to suppress the surging tide.