At this time, the people in Liujiazhuang had also gotten up. They first stretched their muscles in the yard, then gathered together and whispered about Zhu Yanyin's visit yesterday. It was said that he was chatting about antiques, calligraphy and paintings with his young master, and they seemed to be having a very happy chat.
"I hope only the Second Young Master is happy." Disciple A said, "Our Young Master may not be happy."
Disciple B hurriedly asked, "Why do you think so?"
"After Second Master Zhu left, the young master has gone to the toilet at least a dozen times since last night, and he looks exhausted." Can this be a sign of happiness? It's more like he was frightened by Palace Master Li.
Everyone sighed, the relationship between the Zhu Mansion and Wanren Palace was really difficult to establish.
Then, as the sighs continued, the real owner was sighed again.
Liu Xiyang didn't even have time to stretch his body before he turned around in shock and tried to run away.
Zhu Yanyin greeted warmly: "Good morning!"
Li Sui stood beside him. Although he was no longer as evil as he was yesterday, he was not friendly either. Especially the Xiangjun Sword on his waist made Liu Xiyang's heart freeze. After a long time, he forced a half-dead smile: "Mr. Zhu, Palace Master Li."
Zhu Yanyin stepped into the courtyard and asked, "Brother Liu, have you had breakfast?"
Liu Xiyang immediately said that he hadn’t eaten yet and was just about to eat.
Zhu Yanyin clapped his hands: "I said, I can catch up just in time."
Liu Xiyang: Catch up
The servants of the Zhu Mansion came in one after another, carrying eight plates and eight bowls, which they placed on the table in order, and also laid out silver chopsticks and silver spoons. The scene was almost the same as a banquet in the imperial palace.
"… "
Zhu Yanyin explained: "I guessed that Brother Liu didn't eat it, so I prepared an extra portion."
It can also prevent you from running away.
Liu Xiyang asked, "Brother Zhu, are you here to talk about calligraphy and painting again?"
"Yes." Zhu Yanyin said, "I had a very pleasant conversation with Brother Liu yesterday. We hit it off right away. I have a half-volume of 'The Gods and Forms of the Five Stars and the Twenty-Eight Constellations' hidden in my home. If there is a chance, I hope to appreciate it with Brother Liu."
Liu Xiyang was not in the mood to talk about calligraphy and painting, but he had tried to refuse again and again yesterday, pretending to be sick, pretending to be unconscious, but Zhu Yanyin still had no intention of leaving, which clearly showed that he had other intentions. He was confused and had no other choice but to agree perfunctorily: "I have seen modern copies before, and the faces of the Taibai and Ji stars are slender, with fine bones and clear images, which are quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin dynasties."
Zhu Yanyin asked Uncle Zhang to make a pot of tea, and it looked like they were going to have another long talk. Li Sui had no interest in antiques, calligraphy, or painting, nor did he want to study the calligraphy aesthetics of the "Bizhentu". He was looking at Liu Xiyang the whole time, his brows gloomy, wrapped in a summer thunderstorm, as if he was extremely impatient - and he was indeed impatient.
With such a demon sitting next to him, Liu Xiyang's knees inevitably went weak. Zhu Yanyin, however, was not affected at all and continued to chat, making full use of his own erudition and talking eloquently, from Gu Kaizhi to Wang Xizhi, and forced himself to stay for two hours before leaving.
Before leaving, I would like to add one more sentence with reluctance: I will continue to visit Brother Liu tomorrow.
Liu Xiyang had just stood up, but upon hearing this, he sat back down on his chair.
Like an old eggplant hit by frost.
Zhu Yanyin laughed almost all the way.
Li Sui asked, "Is it fun to scare people?"
"How can this be considered scary?" Zhu Yanyin corrected, "If he has done nothing wrong, then there is no need to be afraid. There are countless sects in the martial arts world who want to cling to the Wanren Palace. Now that even you have gone there in person, shouldn't he be happy?"
Li Sui shook his head: "I will be happy if no one sees me."
"Who said that?" Zhu Yanyin emphasized, "I'm glad to see you."
His tone was natural, without any hesitation, as if he was talking about something as common as eating and drinking. Li Sui raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Why are you happy to see me?"
Zhu Yanyin counted on his fingers, because you are very good at martial arts and fighting, and one move can make sand and rocks fly everywhere, you are very fierce.
Li Sui said: "In the Jianghu, there are many people who are good at martial arts, good at fighting, and have flying sand and rocks. They look fierce."
"But none of them are as pretty as you."
For example, the uncle senior with great kung fu skills at Sanyang Pass, who is tall, mighty, dark-skinned, and fully bearded, walks with an aura of terrifying power. He always has a disciple by his side, who carries the weapon that looks like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade for him. He is indeed powerful and fierce, but Second Young Master Zhu never even looks at him, and is unwilling to even walk with him. He treats him very differently.
Li Suixiao: "Are you hungry? I'll take you home."
"Let's go out for dinner." Zhu Yanyin said, "It's a good opportunity to relax."
The village is small, and you can walk to the entrance without riding a horse. The sun at noon is very warm, and it makes people's bones soft. Zhu Yanyin stretched hard, revealing a thin white arm, and said in a lazier voice: "You said those people, why do they want to become demons when they have such a comfortable life?"
"What they want are different." Li Suixu held his waist to prevent him from falling off the ridge. "Some people want official positions, some want money, some want three meals a day, and naturally some want to be the best in the world."
"What about you? What are you asking for? Kill Chi Tian and his sixteen guardians?"
"If it weren't for me, there wouldn't be the Burning Fire Palace today. I will naturally clean it up."
"How can you say that? You are not the father of the Burning Fire Palace." Zhu Yanyin disagreed with this statement. "A madman like Chi Tian, even if he doesn't have internal skills and your internal strength, will definitely find other ways to cause trouble in the martial arts world. Maybe he will be even more powerful than he is now, so you don't have to take all the responsibility on yourself."
Li Sui shook his head: "Without my inner strength, he wouldn't be more powerful than he is now."
Zhu Yanyin was shocked by his ability to grasp the key points: "So after all this time, you are just beating around the bush to brag."
Li Sui laughed again. He really liked listening to him talk, chattering, like ice falling into a bowl of sugar water.
Zhu Yanyin continued to ask: "After killing Chi Tian, what else do you want to do?"
According to convention, the big villain should follow up with a very cold sentence "After killing Chi Tianhou, I will also die", which is in line with the character setting. But this time is different. After twenty years of extortion from Jiang Shenglin, he feels that he still has a lot of things he wants to do, so he said: "Maybe I will go somewhere else to have a look."
"Where is the other place? Dayu is so big. Have you ever been to Jiangnan?"
"No."
"Then you can come back with me." Zhu Yanyin did not feel guilty at all when he seduced her. "Liucheng is lively and prosperous. There is a large canal to the east. When the lights of the pleasure boats are on at night, it will light up half the sky. There is Kuixing Tower on West Fourth Street. Every dish there is delicious. There is also a very high tower in the city. I have always wanted to go up and take a look, but it is usually locked."
Li Sui nodded: "I'll take you upstairs."
"Then it's settled." Zhu Yanyin looked at him, "After the matter in Snow City is resolved, we will go home together!"
Li Sui suddenly picked the person up.
Zhu Yanyin was caught off guard, his heart beating wildly. So fast? I'm not ready yet.
Li Sui frowned: "Why don't you look at the road? There are puddles."
Zhu Yanyin replied, because I have been watching you.
He speaks without hesitation, and is no different from the dandy bully who harasses decent women in the street. He is truly worthy of being a rich young man from Jiangnan.
The molested demon didn't cry and go to the authorities, nor did he let go of the person in his arms: "This road is not easy to walk."
Zhu Yanyin was very thick-skinned: "Thank you very much."
Although Mr. Zhu II looks fluffy, he is actually not heavy. Take the Persian long-haired cat that was tributed from the Western Regions for example. It seems that there is a huge amount of fur, but in fact, only a thin strand is left once it gets wet, and it is very light to hold.
Zhu Yanyin put his hands on his shoulders and looked around idly: "There is a noodle stall over there."
Li Sui put the man on the ground. The snow-white face of the noble young man was still very white, without a speck of dust on his body.
There were a few gangsters at the stall, but when they saw Li Sui coming, they scattered like birds and beasts, running faster than thieves. This made the boss very nervous. His hands were shaking at his age, and they were shaking even more now. He almost overcooked a bowl of three-fresh noodle soup.
Zhu Yanyin simply went to help in person. He imitated the boss, scooped up the noodles, added some green onions and toppings, and spooned a spoonful of soy sauce, vinegar, and chili. He rolled up his sleeves and brought it to Li Sui, and confidently offered a black-hearted price: "Pay the silver! Three hundred taels!"
The noodle stall owner was horrified: I dare not!
Li Sui threw a gem over: "Is that enough?"
"Enough, customers come often." Zhu Yanyin said happily, "Try it. If it doesn't taste good, I will cook another bowl."
Li Sui lowered his head and took a sip of soup.
Zhu Yanyin asked: "How?"
Sour, bitter, spicy and salty, it was even harder to describe than the taste he had experienced in the past twenty years. Li Sui replied, "Not bad."
Zhu Yanyin became interested: "Is it true or not? I just put it there casually."
He also took a spoon and took a big mouthful of soup, and his expression suddenly became stiff.
Li Sui looked at him jokingly.
Zhu Yanyin: “…”
No, I can’t spit. I can’t lose face as a scholar.
"Gulp."
Li Sui laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. He dropped his chopsticks. The joy that came from the bottom of his heart made Zhu Yanyin suspect that ten lame Lu Qings would appear at the next moment.
Noodle stall owner: The scene was extremely weird. If I wasn’t so poor, I would have abandoned my stall and fled.
But he was soon no longer poor. A small crystal gem fell on the table and started spinning.
Li Sui said: "Please, cook another bowl."
Zhu Yanyin: “No, no, no, let’s have two bowls.” My cooking skills are really not that good, you’d better not eat it. If you get sick from it, it will be a huge loss for everyone.
The benches at the noodle stall were small, so you had to squeeze in to sit. Zhu Yanyin asked for another pot of hot water, wanting to rinse the cups and plates, but Li Sui held the handle of the pot and said, "Be careful, it's hot. Let me do it."
The two put their hands together, and the atmosphere immediately became ambiguous. Although Mr. Zhu had read countless novels, he usually only read the bloody and violent parts, and had no interest in the love between the big devil and the stunning beauty. So now he regretted not having read enough books, and he hadn't thought about the next step for a long time.
Li Sui held his hand, picked up the teapot, and just poured water into the cups and plates with an extremely natural expression.
Zhu Yanyin: I didn’t know it could be done this way. Thank you for your advice.
The water was very hot, and so were his hands. Zhu Yanyin turned his head and looked away, trying to appear calm and indifferent. As a young man who had not seen much of the world, it was not easy for him to maintain his current state. At least he did not blush and still looked very fair.
Li Sui asked: "What are you thinking about?"
Zhu Yanyin answered without hesitation: "I miss Liu Xiyang."
"My people have been keeping an eye on him." Li Sui let go of his hand and gently put the dishes away. "Are you going to look for him tomorrow?"
"Go." Zhu Yanyin said, "I have nothing to do anyway, whether it's him or the person behind him, I'll blackmail anyone I can."
Li Sui said: "It is also a credit to him to be able to find some fun for you."
How could it be for fun? Zhu Yanyin complained, being alone with him was just boring, especially since he had to keep finding topics to talk about. After a few hours, his tongue would become worn out.
Li Sui said: "Then let's not talk."
Zhu Yanyin: "Don't want to chat?"
"What is your purpose?"
"Let everyone know that I have my eyes on Liu Xiyang."
"Then what's the need to talk?"
"… "
Zhu Yanyin thought about it and felt that it made sense.
"Yeah, I understand."
Li Sui smiled and handed him the chopsticks.
The two of them squeezed together and finished the noodles. As to whether it tasted good or not, no one knew.
It was almost late at night when he returned to his residence. Li Sui watched Zhu Yanyin enter the house, but he was no longer sleepy. He sat in the house for a while, then got up and went out.
Zhu Xiaosui dried Zhu Yanyin's wet hair, changed into a soft shirt for sleeping, and muttered, "Young Master doesn't like to take me with him when he goes out recently."
"Isn't it better not to take you with me?" Zhu Yanyin lay on the table and said lazily, "It's a good time to rest."
"I don't want to rest, I want to follow the master." Zhu Xiaosui was worried, "It's so chaotic outside, and the master is always running around."
"I'm with Palace Master Li." Zhu Yanyin boasted calmly, "With him here, no one dares to hurt me."
Zhu Xiaosui really didn't understand where this conclusion came from. In his eyes, Palace Master Li was the most dangerous person in the world. How come the young master still felt safe
"You should go to bed too." Zhu Yanyin sat on the bed, "Accompany me to find Liu Xiyang tomorrow."
Zhu Xiaosui agreed and thought to himself, before, the young master just bought swords and read novels, which gave the master and the eldest son a headache. If they knew that he would have to hang out in the martial arts world every day, they would probably sigh three hundred times.
well.
Zhu Yanyin lay in the bed, becoming more and more awake, feeling quite confused and with blood boiling.
Suddenly, a guard's voice came from outside the door: "Palace Master Li, my young master has fallen asleep."
Zhu Yanyin: "I didn't sleep!"
Guard: “…”
Zhu Yanyin quickly got up from the bed, pulled a hairband to tie up her hair, straightened her collar, and then opened the door reservedly: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Li Sui nodded: "Yes."
Zhu Yanyin stepped aside to let him into the bedroom and closed the door behind him: "What's the matter?"
Li Sui said: "It's okay."
Zhu Yanyin: “Oh.”
What about this in the middle of the night
He stood by the table, wearing a soft, milky white shirt. He was no longer as elegant as he was during the day, but had a softer, thinner temperature. It was not yet the season to light the brazier, and the room seemed a little cold. He had just sneezed when he was carried to the bed: "Go to sleep."
Zhu Yanyin asked: "What about you?"
Li Sui sat beside the bed: "I'll stay with you."
The second young master Zhu thought vigilantly, wouldn't it make me even more unable to sleep? Even if I could fall asleep, I couldn't sleep because what if I grind my teeth, snore, and kick the quilt? Then I would lose my elegant and dignified appearance.
So he said, "I'll tell you something about Liucheng."
Li Sui nodded: "Okay."
In the south of the Yangtze River, the sunrise makes the river flowers redder than fire. Zhu Yan hid in her quilt and told him about the long bluestone street, the magnificent scenery of West Lake, the braised lion's head and water shield soup, and the lantern night party, where men and women would go out on that night, dressed up brightly, hoping to meet their loved ones.
Li Sui asked, "Have you been there?"
Zhu Yanyin seemed to be sleepy and answered in a daze, "I haven't been there. My brother doesn't let me go. You will accompany me in the future."
Li Sui extinguished the candle beside the bed for him, then sat quietly in the dark for a while before getting up and leaving.
Zhu Yanyin: It was so stressful to pretend to sleep, but fortunately I managed to maintain a graceful posture!
The next morning, Li Sui went to the mountains to look for Pan Jinhua again, while Zhu Yanyin took Zhu Xiaosui and went to Liujiazhuang again with ease.
Liu Xiyang looked almost in despair, and was staggering as he walked.
The disciple took the opportunity to say, "Master Zhu, my young master is indeed not feeling well."
"Then help him to the bed to rest." Zhu Yanyin was very concerned, but despite his concern, he had no intention of leaving.
Liu Xiyang lay in bed with a sallow face for the entire day.
Zhu Yanyin was in his bedroom, practicing calligraphy and painting with great interest for the whole day, without making any unnecessary noise. He left only at dinner time, leaving a table full of calligraphy and paintings, saying that they were for Brother Liu to enjoy.
The news spread, and other sects were extremely envious. First, the Zhu family was indeed prominent, and second, the calligraphy and paintings of the second son of Zhu were indeed hard to find. It was said that a single word was worth ten thousand gold.
The head of Liujiazhuang also knew about this and went to ask his nephew, "When did you become friends with the Zhu family?"
"We are not friends." Liu Xiyang was lying on the bed with a splitting headache, and said irritably, "Maybe... maybe he saw that I like antiques, so he came over to chat more when he was free."
"If that's true, then your hobby of spending money is useful." Sect Leader Liu gave him a few more instructions, asking him to take this opportunity to build a good relationship with the Zhu family. Liu Xiyang agreed hastily, but he became more and more anxious in his heart.
Outside the city, disciples from Wanren Palace and Tianzhu Hall were still looking for people everywhere.
Lan Yan asked: "Palace Master, could it be that Pan Jinhua has already gone somewhere else?"
"His outer robes and coats are all hanging in the mountains. He is only wearing a pair of pants at most. If he runs outside, even if he hides during the day and moves at night, he will definitely attract attention. If there is no news, he is still in the mountains." Li Sui said, "Go find him. Just like before, try not to hurt his life."
"Yes." Lan Yan also wanted to complete the task while the other party was still wearing his pants, so he took more than ten disciples to search for him at a higher place.
In a dark corner, Pan Jinhua was slumped on the ground. The redness in his eyes faded a little and his breathing became heavy.
Opposite him stood another man wearing a silver mask with only three thin slits for light to pass through, which looked a bit weird.
Pan Jinhua said with difficulty: "You, you didn't say that before."
"I said before, some people can do it, some can't." The masked man said slowly, "You think you can do it, but it's obvious that you are just like Zhang Can, the loser's 'inability'."
"I don't want to practice anymore." Pan Jinhua's lips were cracked.
"Now that things have come to this, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this unscathed." The masked man squatted in front of him, "Instead of going home as a disabled fool, you might as well take one last chance."
Pan Jinhua's cloudy eyes lit up again: "Do I still have hope of mastering it?"
"Yes, as long as you listen to me." The masked man slid his cold fingers across his cheek, very slowly, as if he was admiring a not-so-successful work. Pan Jinhua leaned against a tree, and for some reason, he suddenly felt creepy, and boundless fear surged from his limbs. He suddenly realized something and struggled to escape, but his chin was pinched open by a huge force.
The sweet smell of the medicine slid down my throat.
"Cough cough!" Pan Jinhua fell into the grass and tried desperately to pick out the medicine, but his brain had lost consciousness again.
…
Zhu Yanyin changed his clothes, stood in the moonlight, opened his hands and asked his cousin: "How is it?"
Zhu Xinxin was really confused: "I noticed that you have been acting so coquettishly recently."
Zhu Yanyin was stunned: "You are dressed like this, and you still have the right to criticize me?"
Zhu Xinxin: "But I wore this outfit all day and didn't change it at night."
Zhu Yanyin thought that everyone’s situation was different.
I have people watching me, and you don't.
Wear it if you like.