That night, Zhao Yue practiced until the east was pale, and then he returned to Wen's mansion.
Hearing the sound of the bedroom door, Wen Liunian opened his eyes in a daze, and turned to look at him.
"Woke you up?" Zhao Yue squatted beside the bed, gently covering him with the quilt, "keep sleeping."
"Why are you only coming back now?" Wen Liunian moved inside to make room for him.
After Zhao Yue washed, he lay beside him and held him in his arms.
"How is it?" Wen Liunian asked.
"You mean practicing kung fu?" Zhao Yue said.
"En." Wen Liunian nodded.
"Today I only learned half of the mental formulas." Zhao Yue said, "It seems to be extremely advanced."
"Have you asked him about his background?" Wen Liunian said.
"I asked, but refused to talk about it." Zhao Yue said, "Just say that the past is a sad thing, don't mention it."
"What about the name?" Wen Liunian asked again.
Zhao Yue still shook his head: "Just let me be called Master."
Wen Liunian frowned: "You don't even want to give up a fake name."
Zhao Yue laughed when he heard the words: "Why do you care about these things? There is not much difference between telling a lie and not telling it."
"Whoever said it, of course there is a difference." Wen Liunian said, "Unless his name is Wang Ergou or Gou Sanmao, as long as it is an uncommon name, even if it is fake, something can be analyzed from it. "
"Probably to guard against smart people like you." Zhao Yue said, "That's why I didn't say anything."
"It's so mysterious." Wen Liunian pinched his stomach.
"Okay, don't think about it anymore." Zhao Yue hugged him into his arms, "It's still early, let's sleep for a while."
Wen Liunian obediently agreed, but his mind was still thinking about the first time he saw this mysterious senior when he was in Shanhaiju.
In his forties, his identity is a mystery, and he is a top expert. If he really has no bad intentions and just wants to teach him kung fu, then there is the greatest possibility that there will be only one person left.
Daming Wang Yun's broken soul...
Wen Liunian's heart suddenly became a little disturbed. Although he had disappeared for many years and his appearance was completely different from the popular portraits, apart from him, it seemed that there was no other such candidate in the world.
The more he thought about it, the more he became sober, and the more sober he became, the more he couldn't fall asleep, so Zhao Yue felt that his eyes blinked and his eyelashes made him itchy.
"Huh?" Wen Liunian flinched when he didn't notice that the back of his neck was pinched.
"Sleep." Zhao Yue said.
Wen Liunian said sullenly: "Oh." After a long time, he added, "What if I can't sleep?" I need to touch it.
Zhao Yue said: "Do you want to smell the incense of Anshen?"
Wen Liunian: "..."
So when it comes to incomprehensible style, if Zhao Dadao is ranked second, I'm afraid no one will dare to rank first.
The next morning, Yun Duanhun got up early, sat under the stone table in the courtyard and poured himself a drink.
"What's wrong, sir?" Wufeng was puzzled, "I have to teach the young master how to learn kung fu at night, and I wake up so early in the morning, and drink alone."
Wuying took a bite of the meat bun: "Probably because of nervousness."
"Nervous?" Wufeng frowned, "What is there to be nervous about?"
"Because I want to see the young master's daughter-in-law." Wu Ying swallowed hard, "Mr. is going to meet Mr. Wen."
Although Wufeng has always said very little, he couldn't help but ask the bottom line at this time: "Sir, you didn't even intend to recognize the young master, why did you suddenly go to Mr. Wen?"
Wuying took another bowl of porridge to drink.
Windless: "..."
I have been eating for half a moment. According to this posture, will it grow into a ball after returning to the island
Wuying didn't put down the bowl until his stomach was full, and then he gave a general account of what happened last night.
After Wufeng listened to it, his eyelids twitched unconsciously—what kind of a grown-up is this, who is smeared with makeup and looking for sex in a brothel, yet he can still be said to be the pillar of the country by the people? !
And at this moment, Lu Zhui was also having a headache—a few days ago he happened to pass by Huajie and Liuxiang, and saw a girl sobbing. After asking, he found out that the poor brother in the family was sick again, so he generously gave her some silver taels and told her to give it to his brother. After seeing the illness, he redeemed his body and lived a good life. It was originally just a trivial matter, but unexpectedly it spread to all the brothels in Wangcheng. For a while, everyone was saying that Lu Er's head is gentle and elegant, his work is as clean as frost, his family is rich and rich, and his money is generous. If he can be spotted by him, then it is really lucky! So last night I just went out to eat a bowl of wonton noodles, and at least seven or eight girls rushed over after hearing the news, surrounded by them no matter what, and they couldn't persuade them to leave. Chill.
A day or two is fine, if it's like this every day... Lu Erdang rubbed his temples and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that the weather outside was fine, Lu Zhui put down the teacup in his hand, and planned to go out for a walk—by the way, he comforted himself that he was not Mr. Shen, and someone would always miss him.
"Second Master." When passing by the gouache shop, the boss greeted warmly, "I'm here to buy rouge again, why isn't the first master here?"
"I won't buy it this time." Lu Zhui shook his head, "I haven't used up what I gave Mrs. Wen last time."
"Come in if you don't want to buy it." The boss said enthusiastically, "Last time, fortunately, the two masters came to my place to buy it once, and it was sold out the next day. I made a small fortune."
"Really?" Lu Zhui said with a smile, "That's because the boss's products are so good that even Mrs. Wen is full of praise after using them."
Seeing Lu Zhui stepping into the rouge shop again, Wu Ying held his forehead across the street: "I just bought a big box a few days ago, why did it run out so quickly?" How thick does it have to be
Yun Duanhun didn't know what it was like.
After a while, Lu Zhui was forced by the boss to stuff a new box of face powder, saying that it was from Nanyang and could not be bought outside, not only for women, but also for babies. Thinking that Hua Tang was about to give birth, he also I took it away, and planned to buy some other congratulatory gifts at that time, and hand them to the dark guard to take back together.
Wuying opened his eyes wide: "Are you really going to buy it again?"
Wufeng had a hard time thinking, do you have to wipe your whole body
Yun Duanhun got up and strode over.
The other two hurried to follow.
Lu Zhui was just about to put the powder into the store, but after walking a few steps, he saw the two people in front chasing him all the way, so he turned sideways to get out of the way.
Yun Duanhun frowned slightly, his body shape did seem to be that of a master.
But Wuying has practiced lightness kungfu hard since he was a child, and he can almost ride the waves without a trace. Even if he has gained weight recently, he is still very light! So he also turned to the left, and rushed towards him with candied haws in his hand.
"Be careful!" Lu Zhui reached out to support him.
Although the weather has turned cold recently, the sugar hawthorn is still not as hard as in winter, and a big lump of syrup rubbed on the clothes of the second master Lu.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wuying hurriedly stood up straight.
"It's okay." Lu Zhui recognized the two of them, so he smiled openly, "However, there are many people in the royal city, so you should be careful when walking."
"Yeah." Wuying nodded desperately.
"Quickly apologize to Lord Wen!" Wu Feng patted him.
Lu Zhui: "..."
who
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen." The scholar of Wuying School bowed, "How about this, my house is right in front, why don't Mrs. Wen go to have a cup of tea at home first, and I'll change after I wash it?"
Lu Zhui looked around, and it seemed that he was indeed talking to himself.
But when did he become Lord Wen? !
"My lord?" Wuying called out again tentatively, saying that this lord is really strange, he started to be in a daze after talking well!
"Your Excellency thinks I am... Lord Wen?" Lu Zhui said, "Master Wen Wen Liunian?"
This time it was replaced by Wuyingdai: "Yes, isn't it?"
"Of course not." Lu Zhui couldn't help laughing, "My surname is Lu Mingzhui, and I'm a friend of Mr. Wen. I'm afraid the two of you have identified the wrong person."
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"I'm sorry." Seeing Wuying's stiff face, Wufeng quickly dragged him behind him, "We will compensate Young Master Lu for this dress."
"It's a trivial matter, I'll change it when I go back." Lu Zhui cupped his hands, "Farewell."
"Farewell." Wuying waved his hand in a tangled mood. After a long time, he admitted his mistake, but...
"Master Lu!" Wu Ying's heart broke, and he called out to stop him again.
"Is there anything else?" Lu Zhui stopped.
Wuying asked sincerely: "Is rouge easy to use? I want to buy some too."
Windless: "..."
"Your Excellency is talking about this?" Lu Zhui shook the things in his hand, "I'm afraid I have to ask the boss, I bought it as a gift, and I don't know if it's useful or not."
Wuying wanted to hit the wall very much.
give away.
It was actually for giving away!
After watching Lu Zhui leave, Wuying turned to look at Wufeng: "Let's go to sea more often in the future."
"Why?" Wufeng asked.
Wuying said from the bottom of his heart: "If you stay at sea for a long time, you will easily lose your mind."
Windless: "..."
But no matter what, admitting to the wrong person is better than true love and rubbing rouge. After hearing this, the husband should be very happy.
After Yun Duanhun sent Wufeng Wuying away, he sat in the teahouse and waited for the news. Unexpectedly, before he came back, a... little scholar came.
Wen Liunian sat opposite him with a smile: "Senior, good morning."
Yun Duanhun: "..."
"Can I eat it?" Wen Liunian picked up a snack.
Yun Duanhun looked at him with great interest: "Poisonous."
Wen Liunian's mouth was full, and he said innocently, "But I've already eaten."
"What do you need from me?" Yun Duanhun asked.
"No." Wen Liunian shook his head, "Passing by for a rest, saw Mr. here, so I came over for a snack."
"We don't know each other well," Yun Duanhun reminded.
"Sir, do you know how many people there are in this royal city?" Wen Liunian asked.
Yun Duanhun said: "A lot."
"That's right." Wen Liunian said slowly, "To meet so many people, no matter if they are familiar or not, it is considered fate—at least we can have a snack together."
Yun Duanhun laughed: "What's your name?"
Hearing his question, Wen Liunian was a little puzzled. You have taught me man kung fu, how can you still not know my name