After Su Jinzhi poured tea for Yun Mengchen patiently, he hurriedly poured a cup for himself. He lowered his eyes and tasted it carefully. Fei can't even afford a drink!
Su Jinzhi showed off to No. 0: "No. 0, this tea is so delicious!"
No. 0 was dejected: "Uuuuuu No. 0 can't drink..."
Su Jinzhi slowly poured the warm tea down, and said, "You said Feng Jiuli would appear on the Linqing River today, is it true? Don't fool me, the river wind blows me so cold to death .”
Zero said firmly: "It's true! The general goal of saving is expected to meet the host in 5 minutes. Please wait patiently, Mr. Host!"
Su Jinzhi felt much more at ease when he heard what Zero said. He had just put down the jade porcelain cup when he saw a servant lift the curtain and enter, walked up to Yun Mengchen and whispered a few words. After finishing speaking, Yun Mengchen's face It was obviously a little more focused, but when his eyes glanced at himself, he suddenly lowered his eyes.
Su Jinzhi pretended to ask him, "Brother Yun, what's the matter?"
Yun Mengchen got up from the soft bed, bowed to Su Jinzhi and said, "Jinzhi, just now our painting boat passed by my junior brother, he recognized me, and he is waiting to meet me outside the pavilion, Mengchen excuse me for a moment .”
Su Jinzhi snorted immediately when he heard the words, waved his hands and closed his eyelashes half-closed and said, "What else am I doing, that's all right, you go, I'll just wait for you."
Yun Mengchen stared into his eyes for a while, then nodded, lifted the light concubine-colored soft gauze and went out of the Fang Pavilion, but he didn't expect his junior brother to go directly to his painting boat, Yun Mengchen's heart skipped a beat when he saw him. He sank suddenly, and subconsciously stood at the door curtain, trying to block Su Jinzhi's sight. However, the wind was strong on the river, and when Yun Mengchen lifted the curtain, the soft veil drifted away with his movements, and did not return to the original place for a long time. Su Jinzhi raised his eyes lightly, and saw a man in black clothes standing at the bow of the painting boat.
The man had a smile on his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but he couldn't hide the indifference and fierceness between the deep brows. The bloody hostility from the battlefield seemed to be easily smelled across the entire boat, so he called People stay away.
But his eyebrows and eyes were carefully ground by Jun Changle in his heart with a never-fading ink ingot, and he outlined the familiarity for a whole decade day and night. When he met at this moment, he couldn't help but feel the separation and pain of these ten years. And waiting, is just a big dream for him.
After waking up, when the man stood in front of him again, his eyebrows and eyes were as clear as the first meeting under the eaves yesterday.
But for Su Jinzhi, he had indeed met this person not long ago.
This fucking is simply the long-haired version of Qin Yezhou!
At least his appearance will change a little bit, but look at the eyebrows, eyes, and even the way he smiles are exactly the same!
Su Jinzhi's acting skills were on the line in a second, and he knocked over the sapphire porcelain cup with a sudden flick of his fingers, and the hot tea rolled out, and the temperature was blown away by the slightly cold river wind in an instant. He stared at the man, his bloodless lips squirmed and murmured the man's name in a low voice: "Ah Shan..."
Su Jinzhi actually wanted to call "old concubine" more, but if he really shouted, he would be beaten to death by No. 1 immediately.
And Yun Mengchen watched the young man clutching his chest and trembling uncontrollably, his breathing suddenly lost his calmness and became rapid, he was no longer as lazy and cold as before, when the murmur reached his ears, his face suddenly turned pale .
As if he had sensed Su Jinzhi's gaze, the man turned his head slightly to look at him, his black pupils were still as deep as a pool, calm and unwavering, so strange that he seemed to be in the deep winter, buried by raging wind and snow It's as cold as bone-chilling—the old concubine who was still lingering yesterday has become a strange new client today.
This new prostitute will kill people!
Recalling the fear of being beaten to death by Qin Yezhou, Su Jinzhi stood up tremblingly and went to bed. When he ran to the entrance of Fang Pavilion, he almost fell down, but was supported by Yun Mengchen in time.
Feng Jiuli looked at him quietly for a while, ignoring the sudden tremor in his heartstrings, and then turned his gaze away to Yun Mengchen and asked: "Senior brother, this is—"
Yun Mengchen supported Su Jinzhi, and he could naturally feel his abnormal reaction. After hearing this, he still explained for Feng Jiuli, with a hoarse and slow voice: "He...he is the owner of Huaqi Building...Hua Wuyan."
"Jinzhi, this is my seventh junior brother, Feng Jiuli, the general of Chongluo Kingdom." Then, he whispered into Su Jinzhi's ear again, not knowing whether he was speaking to the young man or himself.
After Feng Jiuli heard Su Jinzhi's identity, he looked at the two people who were close together in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "So it's Mr. Wuyan, it seems that the younger brother has disturbed the good things of the third senior brother, let's wait another day." Let's meet again and say goodbye." After finishing speaking, he boarded the painting boat he took when he came here and left.
The hem of the man's dark clothes swayed slightly, leaving behind a night-like back. The young man stared at him blankly, his body trembling slightly.
Yun Mengchen looked at Su Jinzhi worriedly: "Jinzhi... what's wrong with you?"
But the young man seemed unable to hear his words, looking at Feng Jiuli's leaving back, he still didn't dare to murmur: "How could it be..."
Number one was a little strange: "Why did your acting become so good all of a sudden?"
Su Jinzhi lost his mind: "He turns a blind eye to my beauty, just like those young ladies in my building, he only sees Yun Mengchen in his eyes."
Number one: "..." Neuropathy.
"The main goal of saving the world has appeared." No. 1's originally emotionless electronic voice became a little colder, "The buffer time of the punishment world is over, and the rescue of the additional goal of the punishment world—Jun Changle, the current progress: 0/100."
Su Jinzhi: "!"
So in the next moment, Yun Mengchen saw the young man in his arms covering his mouth and suddenly coughing violently, as if he wanted to vomit out the already damaged and fragile lungs in his body, the cough was heartbreaking, and then began to overflow between his fingers The bright red blood slowly fell to the ground, and he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
When Su Jinzhi woke up again, he had already returned to Huaqi Tower.
His close servant, Xi Le, was standing in front of the bed with red eyes wiping tears, Qiu Yi was there, and Yun Mengchen, whose eyes were bloodshot, was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his face with a wet handkerchief. When the three of them saw him wake up, their faces burst into joy.
Xi Le was the first to rush towards him: "Mom! Mom! You're awake! Xi Le is scared to death, woooooooo—"
Qiu Yi also asked: "My lord, are you feeling better now?"
Su Jinzhi listened to Xi Le's address, and almost passed out again without hanging up.
Fortunately, Yun Mengchen knew his heart well, and after taking a deep breath, he bent his fingers and tapped Xi Le's head: "How many times have I said, I want to be called Young Master Jin."
"It's okay..." Su Jinzhi opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was extremely weak. As soon as he supported the bed, Xi Le immediately took a soft pillow and stuffed it behind him, and together with Qiu Yi, he helped him up.
Yun Mengchen sighed, and said, "Just wake up." Then he told Xi Le, "Hurry up and warm the medicine for the young master, and then bring a bowl of hot porridge. I'll watch over here."
"Yes." Hearing this, Xi Le stood up from the edge of the bed, Qiu Yi glanced at him, and left with a sigh.
When the sound of closing the door came when the two left, Yun Mengchen sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at Su Jinzhi, pretending not to know anything, and asked him tentatively: "Jinzhi, can you tell me what happened? Is it the same thing? Do you know my seventh junior brother?"
Su Jinzhi lowered his eyes, his eyes drifted to the south window, and remained silent.
Outside the south window is the Huadao Long Street, where pedestrians are noisy, and the street is full of peach blossoms and clouds; while inside the south window, there is silence that seems to have stagnated even the air, quietly and without a sound.
Just when Yun Mengchen thought that he would not speak anymore, the young man suddenly closed his eyes, and the sound of bead-jade knocking came out of his mouth softly, with obvious fragility: "Is he your junior brother..."
Yun Mengchen was stunned for a moment, then nodded, carefully choosing his words and said: "His name is Feng Jiuli, he is a general of Chongluo Kingdom, I thought... Jinzhi should know him."
After finishing talking, the young man on the bed seemed extremely tired, and nodded weakly.
Of course, the original body had heard the name of Feng Jiuli, the general of the Chongluo Kingdom. It's just that he didn't know why the person he had been waiting for for nearly a lifetime for ten years would change his name and surname for no reason, and become a high-ranking general in his hometown that he thought about day and night but dared not go back to. , Forgot him, forgot everything about their past, and forgot Jun Changle who had been waiting for him.
Su Jinzhi opened his eyes, and gently grabbed Yun Mengchen's sleeves. With hope in his eyes, he muttered sickly: "I want to see him... I want to see him! I want to send him a fate post!"
After finishing speaking, the young man ignored his own body, lifted the brocade quilt and was about to get out of bed.
Yun Mengchen trembled suddenly when he heard the words, and when he saw the young man's movements, he quickly suppressed him, and after a moment of silence, he said in a shy voice: "You are not in good health to get out of bed now... I will bring you a sticker and a pen."
The young man was panting, the movement that was so easy for ordinary people just now had exhausted all his strength, but his eyes were abnormally bright.
Yun Mengchen took the fate post written by the young man, pulled out a stiff smile, and said to the young man on the bed: "You have a good rest, I will send this fate post for you..."
"Thank you, Brother Yun." Hearing this, the young man thanked him with a smile, then closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired, and leaned on the soft pillow for a nap.
Yun Mengchen looked at his unreal face that was still gorgeous and gorgeous in the pain, his Adam's apple trembled up and down several times, and finally fled the room almost in despair.
Seeing that the pretense was successful, Su Jinzhi slowly gave in: "I almost revealed myself!"
After all, he is not an ancient man, and he usually speaks well, but when he really writes letters, he doesn't know how to write those polite words. Fortunately, No. 0 made up a paragraph for him in time so that he didn't collapse.
Number Zero invited credit and said: "Don't be afraid, Lord Host, there is Number Zero for everything!"
Su Jinzhi also said to Zero: "Baby Zero, you are so cute, but can you fix my problem of always vomiting blood?" He has not done many missions since he came to this world, and he vomited blood several times , is he really not going to die
"Number Zero has tried hard to block part of the pain of the host." The voice of Zero was a little tangled, "If you reduce the number of vomiting blood, brother No. 1 will find out..."
"Forget it, let's vomit blood." Su Jinzhi said immediately, but he also noticed the details in No. 0's words, "No. 0, didn't No. 1 know about my conversation with you?"
No. 0 said: "You won't know about targeted communication, but you will know about public conversations. In the same way, No. 0 doesn't know about the conversation between the host and brother No. 1."
Su Jinzhi was a little strange: "Aren't you all in the same system? Why are you still divided into directional communication and public dialogue?"
No. Zero felt aggrieved: "AI also has the right to privacy."
Su Jinzhi was still very strange, but he was busy thinking about what he was going to do to save Jun Changle, whether it was to recall Jiang Lishan's lost memory or something, and he forgot about it after a while.