This night, Bai Fanlu slept comfortably. Although someone forced him to promise not to go shopping in a brothel before going to bed, he didn't promise in the end, and he had nothing to do with him.
When Bai Fanlu woke up the next morning, Mu Yunhe was no longer by his side.
He heard the sound coming from outside, and went to the window to hear that Mu Yunhe seemed to be practicing sword.
Bai Fanlu put on his clothes, casually tied his hair in a bundle, and went out.
Mu Yunhe practiced to the point of relaxation, completely forgetting himself, and did not notice that Bai Fanlu came out to see him in the courtyard.
This was the first time that Bai Fanlu "saw" Mu Yunhe practicing sword, and he had never even seen Yun Zhan before.
At this time, the sword energy was like a swimming dragon, and the wind brought by it stirred the robes, and the faint sound of dragons singing and tearing silk echoed in the air.
Bai Fanlu could feel it, and vaguely painted a picture in his mind.
His heart moved slightly, and he hurried to the house to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it on the stone table in the courtyard.
He had a sudden inspiration just now, and he was eager to draw it down.
When the pen is down, I can no longer pay attention to other things, only the sword is ringing in my ears, and the ink can only flow in my mind.
There are two people in the small courtyard, one is obsessed with sword dance, and the other is intoxicated with painting.
Obviously Muyunhe should not have found Baifan Road, but where he walked the sword, he was surrounded by Baifan Road, red and white flowers fell on the ground, the sword wind picks up the place, and Yi Yiren speaks.
They don't know each other's existence, and they know each other's existence.
As the last gesture closed, Mu Yunhe raised his eyes, and Bai Fanlu also put down his pen at the same time, smiling slightly at the paper.
When Mu Yunhe walked over, he saw the painting just completed on the table, which was a figure dancing a sword under a tree.
"Like it?" Bai Fanlu asked.
"Very similar." Mu Yunhe replied.
The two of them knew each other, Bai Fanlu laughed naturally at first, but he didn't know what he was laughing at, and then he laughed at himself.
"How can this be seen?"
He drew Yun Zhan in his heart, but this painting is drawn with ink and wash, and no matter how similar it is, it is only a resemblance in spirit, not in shape. Even if Mu Yunhe is really Yun Zhan's appearance, it is impossible to make it look like Yun Zhan with just one painting. figure it out.
Mu Yunhe seemed to understand what he meant, and said, "This painting is the person in your heart, so I must be exactly like him, because I am the person in your heart."
Bai Fanlu's face turned reddish, and he said with a smile, "You are confident."
"Of course!"
Bai Fanlu is now used to this person's usual thick skin, and his immunity is obviously improved by listening to it every day.
After the two of them cleaned up, they went to eat breakfast first, and then went to visit the Green Lake and Green Embankment as originally planned.
It was the end of spring, and there were a lot of people outing. There were farmhouses selling wine by the roadside. It was said that pear blossoms were harvested this spring to make pear flower brew. Drinking a cup at the Qiantui Pavilion in the middle of the lake, and offering another cup, is auspicious.
"Do you want this auspicious?" Mu Yunhe asked deliberately.
Bai Fanlu laughed, "You can drink as much as you want, and ask me what to do?"
Muyunhe was very happy, he went to buy a jar of pear blossom wine, and went to the Thousand-year-old Pavilion with joy in his arms.
Who would have thought that after drinking it, it would be enjoyable, and it would not be exciting, so I bought two more jars when I came down.
After drinking and eating at night, he was really satisfied. Bai Fanlu guarded against Mu Yunhe's drunkenness, but he didn't expect that after the man was drunk, he did throw him down, but he just rubbed against him for a long time, and said, "Brother, you are too bad."
"What's wrong with me?"
"..."
"Hey, make it clear."
There was no sound, Mu Yunhe's head drooped, and he was buried in Bai Fanlu's neck, sleeping soundly.
"..." He couldn't move for a few moments, this person was like a jack, and he almost lost his breath under the weight.
"A Zhan? A Zhan?" Bai Fanlu tried to call out, but felt that the other party seemed to move, and hurriedly said, "Get up and go back to sleep, you will catch a cold."
"Well… "
It was about to whirr again.
Bai Fanlu had an idea, "Get up, I'm going to be crushed to death by you."
"Huh? Ah? No, I can't die... I, I got up..."
The gigantic little friend, Mu Yunhe, swayed up from Bai Fanlu, and Bai Fanlu took the opportunity to stand still, lest he would fall again, and coaxed, "Come, come back to sleep with me in the room."
"One, together?"
Mu Yunhe's tone couldn't hide his surprise, as sweet as a big baby eating a lollipop.
Don't you sleep together every day? What a joy to be here.
"Well, let's go together." Bai Fanlu was the most patient with the baby, and managed to bring him into the house with half support and half back.
As soon as Muyunhe got on the bed, Bai Fanlu was about to leave. He was so scared that he immediately sat up and grabbed the corner of Bai Fanlu's clothes, "Senior brother..."
"Don't worry, I won't leave. I'll get some water to wash your face."
"Don't wash... Brother... Ugh..."
It sounds like you're going to cry
Oh my god, is this the way the legendary Mu Xiaowang's terrifying drunken madness is? Sure enough... scary.
Bai Fanlu had one head and two big ones, so he had to go back to the bed first, and a certain stupid big man burst into tears immediately.
Bai Fanlu smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body, and said, "You have to wash it, or I will despise you."
"oh… "
"Will you wash it?"
"Wash~"
Bai Fanlu resisted the goosebumps, helped him to wash up briefly, and tidied up himself. After thinking about it, he had to take off his coat.
Mu Yunhe cooperated very well, and Bai Fanlu could almost imagine him sitting by the bed, probably similar to the big golden retriever that he saw when he was working in a pet shop, sitting on the grooming table for the beautician to wash, cut and blow. almost.
The big golden retriever finally waited for the blessing of his master, and as soon as Bai Fanlu sat on the bed, he happily hugged him and lay down.
Then rub it for a long time like rubbing a plush toy, and let out a mouthful of satisfaction, "Brother, I like you!"
Bai Fanlu blushed and his heart beat, "Understood."
"I really like you."
"Um… "
"… like you… "
"..."
The sticky big golden retriever finally tossed enough, and fell asleep with his beloved plush toy.
I don't know if the golden retriever dreamed anything this time, but after a few days, Bai Fanlu dreamed about the couple again.
It was still in the yard last time, but this time it was daytime.
Mo Jiuli was writing and drawing on the table. He didn't know what the painting was. Just as Bai Fanlu was about to go over to have a look, he heard a loud laugh, "How is it? Are you finished?"
Qi Zhao was closing his sword, and striding towards this side, with a gust of wind, flowers fell all over the ground.
Bai Fanlu followed his figure and saw that the two were already standing together, seeming to be talking to the screen.
The green grass is fragrant, bypassing the low wall carved with red bricks, behind them is a small courtyard with winding paths leading to a green lake outside.
The five-curved long bridge meanders, the breeze above the pavilion, the waves are like jade, duckweed and green algae, in different shades.
The vast and rushing green is suitable for shades, and the endless red spreads quietly.
Those two are probably the most dazzling existence in this beautiful scenery.
This scene seems very familiar...
Bai Fanlu was thinking about it when he heard Qi Zhao ask, "Where are the paintings hidden before? Every time I see it once, I can't see it again."
Mo Jiuli said, "Seeing you once is enough."
"That's not enough. I'll have to spend days and nights looking at the picture of mountains and rivers last time before I can finish it."
"That one... gave it away." Mo Jiuli wrote lightly.
"Who are you sending it to?" Qi Zhao's voice was obviously sour, "That's your painstaking effort that has been working tirelessly for a year."
"Whoever wants to see it will give it away."
"Then what do I want to see? I didn't see you sending me off either."
Mo Jiuli seemed to glance at Qi Zhao, "If you want to see it, I will draw one for you in another year."
"...forget it," Qi Zhao said, "I'd rather you spend less time with your eyes."
After a while, when Mo Jiuli put away the scroll and put it in the bedroom and came out, Qi Zhao asked him, "I don't want to paint, you make it up to me and have a drink with me."
Mo Jiuli replied, "Okay, you wait for me outside the palace."
"Why bother, I'll take you out."
"There is a palace banquet today, I need to report to the emperor, and there are too many people, so you should restrain yourself."
Qi Zhao had no choice but to give up, "Okay, I'll go outside the palace gate, don't make me wait too long, or... I will punish you three cups first when I come."
As the laughter fell, the screen turned, and Bai Fanlu left the yard, and came to an open place in the blink of an eye.
Vaguely is a piece of grassland, the time from day to night.
"You actually made me wait again, this time I must punish you!"
Qi Zhao waved one arm, and brought up two round things, one of them held his strength and went straight to Mo Jiuli.
Mo Jiuli turned his wrists, holding the speeding thing firmly in his palms with both hands.
It was a wine jar, but it seemed that it was not connected properly, only a light sound was heard, and the wine jar twisted and cracked in Mo Jiuli's hands.
But before it was completely cracked, he was firmly supported by a force, Qi Zhao held his wrist with one hand, and a spiritual force gathered in the palm of the other hand, tightly wrapped around the wine jar that was about to break.
Suddenly, he retracted his palm, and the wine jar was completely shattered, and the whole jar of fine wine spread out in all directions like scattered starlight. In a split second, Qi Zhao activated his thoughts, and let out a low drink from his mouth.
"rise!"
In mid-air, those crystal wines seemed to be given life, and suddenly separated from the fragments of the wine jar, one fell downwards and the other rose upwards.
When the boundary between the two was completely drawn, Qi Zhao closed his open palm slightly, and the broken wine followed his movement, and quickly gathered into a rapidly rotating ball, as if re-forming a transparent wine jar .
It slowly fell back into Mo Jiuli's hands.
"How about this trick 'Turn into form'?" Qi Zhao said proudly.
"Fair."
"The tone is not small!"
Mo Jiuli said calmly, "If I know magic like you, I may not be worse than you."
Qi Zhao said with a smile, "I'm not reconciled to this, well, I don't use magic, you and I will grab these two jugs of wine, and see who can drink first will win!"
As he spoke, he picked up the unbroken wine jar with his other hand.
Mo Jiuli took a look and seemed not very interested.
Qi Zhao said again, "If you win, I promise you one thing."
"Then if I lose? I also promise you one thing?"
Qi Zhao asked back, "Why? Don't you dare?"
Mo Jiuli said, "There is nothing you dare not do."
Qi Zhao was still holding Mo Jiuli with one hand, and said with a grin, "I want you to make a move, you go first."
Bai Fanlu didn't understand this comparison very well, he also felt in his heart, is this Qi Zhao really a god? Why so boring
And Mo Jiuli probably thought the same as him, looking down at this time, the transparent wine jar was in his hand, and his hand was being held by Qi Zhao.
The other wine jar is in Qi Zhao's hand, and he has one more free hand than Qi Zhao.
Bai Fanlu felt that Mo Jiuli was about to make a move, and sure enough, the next moment he was not polite, he took a step ahead and thrust his left hand towards Qi Zhao's wrist that was holding him, but was easily dodged by the opponent's turn around.
Stirring from east to west, Mo Jiuli took advantage of the moment when Qi Zhao's hand loosened slightly, and was about to reach for the wine jar in his other hand.
Qizhao didn't expect him to succeed, he took the knife with the wind and cut through it, and then chased after him, Mo Jiuli didn't dodge or evade but faced the opponent, with a wave of his left arm, he seemed to throw him away.
Mo Jiuli smiled softly, Bai Fanlu's intuition was wrong, and he saw that the man suddenly lowered his body, raised his leg and greeted Qi Zhao's knee.
Qi Zhao probably wanted to use spells at that moment, but he couldn't use them. He hesitated for a while and tried to avoid them, but it was too late.
Although Mo Jiuli didn't make a real move, but after all, he managed to gather some strength, Qi Zhao said, and fell backwards.
"Hello Ali—"
The moment he fell down, Qi Zhao still grabbed the mouth of the wine jar with all his strength.
"Ah!"
But Mo Jiuli smiled lightly, and was brought to the ground along with the wine jar, but he didn't seem to be annoyed at all, instead, he bullied Qi Zhao's chest and restrained him live.
"Qizhao, I won!" Mo Jiuli's voice was full of smiles.
Bai Fanlu is in Nahan, the wine jar is obviously still in Qi Zhao's hands? How can you count him as the winner
The wine jar is indeed in Qi Zhao's hands, but it's a pity that the outcome of this round is not about robbing the wine jar itself, but only the fine wine in the jar.
Qi Zhao's reaction was also half a beat slow, and it was too late to understand. Mo Jiuli leaned forward, and with his right hand slightly slanted, he opened his mouth and bit the edge of the wine jar.
After sinking hard, the mouth of the pot was half tilted, and the sweet wine flowed into the mouth, and some of it snaked down along the delicate contour of his jaw.
Coincidentally, the drops fell on Qi Zhao's lips.
At the same time, what caressed his lips was Mo Jiuli's long, moist hair, which was blown softly by the breeze, scattered on Qi Zhao's chest, like a charming net, spread in this intoxicating night .
The grass, the breeze, the crescent moon, and the stars.
Thin clothes, blue silk, beauty, wine.
There are also such intimate and subtle postures, in the eyes of caring people, it is like half leaning and half resting, wanting to speak.
Bai Fanlu was also shocked by this scene, he couldn't help but look at Qi Zhao.
The immortal seemed to be staring blankly at the person above him, motionless, he probably drank the wine dripping from above, and there was a swallowing sound in his throat.
Bai Fanlu also thought of the taste of wine in a trance, this legendary "forgetfulness" thing, when you first drink it, it is sweet in the mouth, spicy in the throat, burning in the stomach, not so delicious.
But the key is the aftertaste, the more the wine is aged, the more aftertaste, it seems to be mixed with some quiet and slightly cold, like the fragrance of pear blossom in spring.
"Qizhao, if you don't fight back, I'll drink it all up without hesitation?"
I don't know how long it took before Mo Jiuli finally stopped. Seeing that Qi Zhao was still in a daze, he smiled and tried to bite the mouth of the altar again.
Qi Zhao grabbed his arm, "Don't drink!"
Mo Jiuli smiled, "Why not?"
Qi Zhao said harshly, "I'll drink with you!"
The style at night is cold, but with wine, it seems that no matter how cold the wind is, it can still make people feel hot.
Qi Zhao turned his head to the side, Mo Jiuli who was next to him should have fallen asleep, and Bai Fanlu heard the faint sound of breathing.
Qi Zhao raised his hand, a ball of light was about to rise in the palm of his hand, he hesitated suddenly, and put it away. Qi Zhao took off his outer shirt directly from his body, unfolded it and put it on Mo Jiuli.
Mo Jiuli turned over towards Qizhao, curled up slightly to protect his posture.
Qi Zhao just sat beside him quietly, Bai Fanlu couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see that he was looking down at Mo Jiuli for a long time.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, but the dream did not end. Bai Fanlu was still on the grassland. After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance.
According to the reputation, it was a black horse. Under the night, the horse was covered with a layer of divine light, faintly like cold fire.
Bai Fanlu suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Qi Zhao got up and walked to the side of the horse, keeping a certain distance away from Mo Jiuli.
"Your Majesty, you have been here for too long, I'm afraid..."
"I know," Qi Zhao turned to look at Mo Jiuli, "at most ten days, I will definitely go back."
He patted the horse, "Xue behind the mountain, no matter how hard you work, keep those old wretches at bay."
Snow behind the mountain
Bai Fanlu was taken aback, why is this name so familiar...
Where did he hear it
"Your Majesty, rest assured."
Bai Fanlu waited to take another look at the horse, but it had already disappeared into the sky.
Qi Zhao returned to Mo Jiuli's side and lay down too, facing Mo Jiuli's direction.
Bai Fanlu didn't know what was going on with the two of them now, it seemed that the dream should have been before the spring dream, and it felt like there was at most a slightly ambiguous atmosphere between them, not the latter.
But when he was wondering, he heard Qi Zhao say, "A Li, if I leave, you..."
After a while, he laughed at himself again, "What am I thinking... that's all!"
Qi Zhao sat up suddenly and cast a spell, and Mo Jiuli disappeared from the grass the next moment.
Only Qi Zhao stood up slowly and stood looking in a certain direction.
"As you said, see you again if you are destined."
Bai Fanlu's heart was heavy, and the next moment, the white mist was thick, and this dream was about to wake up again.
The author has something to say: Author: Gee Gee
Yungou Zhan: What are you doing
Author: So you are such a drunk mad dog.
Yungou Zhan: Any comments
Author: No, as long as you are happy.
Bai Xiaolu: I'm not happy.