Jin Wuwei picked up the Zhong family brothers, and the news quickly spread throughout the Western Regions. Zhu Xingli's master and apprentice cheated money by fortune-telling all the way, so of course they knew about this kind of news.
Lin Xin was a little surprised that the young Shen Qingque didn't tell his father about this, and even wavered to return to Shen Lou's side. But he can't let his master go, growing up beside Shen Lou is too variable.
Hearing what Lin Xin said, Shen Lou lowered his eyes and stopped talking, quickly put on his middle coat and outer shirt, obviously not planning to change his inner shirt.
With nothing to look at, Lin Xin resisted the urge to tease Shen Lou, turned around in a gentle manner, and picked up the rapier on the table. The two haven't seen each other for many years, and after all, it's just a few days of childhood friendship, there's nothing to talk about, let's start with the "token of love".
"I'm very worried about you." Before Lin Xin had nothing to say, he suddenly heard Shen Lou say such a sentence, and looked back at Shen Lou in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"I've been looking for you." Shen Lou walked to Lin Xin's side and looked down at him. Lost and regained, gained and lost again, such ups and downs are really not a beautiful experience.
Lin Xin's eyes widened slightly, it really didn't look like something Shen Qingque would say.
"Xinxin, Master asked me to bring you something." There was a heavy knock on the door, breaking the weird atmosphere in the room.
Lin Xin smiled apologetically at Shen Lou, turned around to open the door, and stretched out his hand to give Jian Zhong a chestnut, "Who are you calling?"
Jian Chong chuckled, and handed a new set of tea sets to Lin Xin. Although Lin Xin started early, he was actually several years younger than him. He still couldn't treat Lin Xin as a senior brother, and always called him Xinxin out of selfishness.
Lin Xin didn't take the tea set, and beat him directly.
"Hey, don't make trouble, it will be broken in a while!" Jian Zhong tried to avoid it, but Lin Xin's moves were always fast and ruthless, and he only hit tricky places, and he was hard to guard against.
"Clatter!" The obsidian tea set on the tray finally got off the plate when it was hit by the third move. A hand with a bony joint stretched out, pulled the tray away and twirled a flower in the air. Hold the cup.
"Your senior brother?" Shen Lou casually put the tea set on the table, and looked coldly at this fellow of Lin Xin, the future His Royal Highness the King of England—Feng Zhong.
"It's Junior Brother," Jian Zhong rubbed the place where he was beaten, and raised his hand in salute, "I'm Xia Chong." Obviously, when he was in the main hall just now, the elder son didn't look at him at all, and he didn't remember him calling out. brother.
The senior brother in the previous life turned out to be a junior in this life. Shen Lou nodded slightly, and returned a salute, "Since you are a junior, you should respect your elder brother, how can you call him by his first name?"
"Uh, that's what the son taught you." Jian Zhong smiled sarcastically, conveyed a few words from his master, and then ran away in a hurry. His Royal Highness, the eldest son of Huan Xinghai, seems to be very hostile to him.
Zhu Xingli asked the second apprentice to give Shen Lou a message, and went to have a cup of tea with him after packing up, emphasizing that Lin Xin was not allowed to follow.
Lin Xin pursed his lips, saying that he wanted to drink tea, and the first thing he heard was to ask Shen Lou for a drink. Because he hadn't tied his hair yet, his master never allowed him to drink alcohol, and Zhu Xingli, who had no one to accompany him to drink, was always quite lonely.
People in the Northern Territory drink spirits all the year round, so they are naturally good at drinking. It is rare to meet the Shen family, and it is unavoidable to drag Shen Lou to have a drink or two.
The pear blossoms buried last year are just right for the mouth. Zhu Xingli took out a set of jasper double-ring cups and poured them full.
Shen Lou picked up the cup, respected Zhu Xingli, and drank it all in one gulp, "Second Uncle Zhu called his nephew, but do you have something to say?"
"Looking for you to have a drink," Zhu Xingli said lazily, leaning on the bamboo couch, "Did your father pick up the words for you?"
"The word has not been taken yet." Shen Lou responded, raising his hand to pour wine for Zhu Xingli. Men have fifteen bundles of hair, twenty and a crown, and they should take their characters when they are twenty. But if this son is early-wisdom, or needs him to establish a family earlier, he will take the word at the fifteenth day like the brothers of the Zhong family.
Zhu Xingli was a little surprised. His son, who was able to go to the battlefield at the age of twelve, was enough to start a family. Shen Qirui didn't give him a name, and raised him as a child. Presumably, he felt that he was not in good health, and was afraid that taking words too early would weaken his blessings, so he suddenly felt it was funny, "Shen Qirui, that five-year-old and three-year-old man, still cares about this."
Shen Lou had nothing to say, in his previous life he had indeed picked up characters at the age of fifteen, but this time his hair was rejected by his father, which caused Zhong Youyu to laugh at him several times.
The two of them drank up a small jar of Lihuabai, Shen Lou was still blushing and breathless, Zhu Xingli was amazed when he saw it, "My boy, this drinking capacity is as good as your father's, come here, have another jar. "
It was rare to meet someone who could drink, Zhu Xingli was very excited, and asked the guards to dig out a jar, and changed the wine bowl to drink.
Lihuabai tastes sweet, but it has a lot of stamina. After drinking three more bowls, the strength of the last jar of wine rushed up. Zhu Xingli's eyes gradually turned crimson, and his words began to drift, "Xunlu Hou You should have heard that Lin Zhenghan did not find the Luli vein, but everyone in the world thinks he has, including the emperor and your father."
Shen Lou slightly paused the hand holding the wine, "En."
"I don't have any other requirements here, just one, and you are not allowed to say a word about Xin'er." The casual tone suddenly became cold, and Zhu Xingli's eyes with downcast eyes were clear and transparent. Half drunk.
"I didn't say it six years ago, and I won't say it now. I definitely won't let Ashin fall into the same position as the brothers of the Zhong family." Shen Lou raised his hand to pour wine for Zhu Xingli. The heirs of the princes are not willing to live in Beijing for a long time. It is naturally not a good thing to live under the fence and serve as slaves and hostages.
"You understand better than your father," Zhu Xingli slumped down on the couch again, steam filled his eyes, and hummed a little tune, as if the sober person just now had never existed before, "Rong Xi Sui Xi, hanging down Jixi, when your father was a child, he was not a good person."
"..."
Returning to Lin Xin's bedroom reeking of alcohol, everyone in the room had already fallen asleep, but they slept obediently on the inner side of the bed, leaving half of it for him.
Shen Lou sat on the edge of the bed watching him, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched that warm side face. He is obviously a monkey, but he wants to pretend to be cute in front of him, and he doesn't know what he thinks.
Lie down except for the outer shirt, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. As the spirit became weaker and weaker, he slept less and less, and was always awakened by various nightmares, and he couldn't tell the past life from the present when he woke up.
The shear weight seen in the daytime coincides with the British king seal in memory. The man who cut the autumn radish and the spring breeze with Sanxian is the current emperor. At first, Jian Qiuluo didn't know the identity of this person, but later the emperor realized that he wanted to admit her into the palace, and flatly refused.
Sanxian, who is free from all corners of the country, does not care about the position of imperial concubine, and the emperor did not force it. It wasn't until later that Lin Xin killed the master, and the two brothers were found by the emperor. The emperor's surname was Feng, so he called Feng Zhong, and Wang's name was Ying, because he was handsome.
It's just that the relationship between the two brothers was very bad when they first entered the palace. They all said that it was because Lin Xin killed the master and Feng Zhong held grudges until that day...
Shen Lou took a piece of Xinghu stone carved into a deer to look for Lin Xin, thinking that he broke his jade pendant so that he could make amends for him.
"You have to pay me back, I want the Xinghu stone carved by you yourself." Thinking of Lin Xin's red eyes, Shen Lou's fingertips were itchy, and he couldn't help rubbing the deer in his hand, and hid it in his sleeve.
With hands behind our backs, we bypassed many rockeries.
"Xinxin!" King Yingfeng's voice came from behind the rock. Taking a closer look, Feng Zhong, who was dressed in the prince's uniform, was hugging Lin Xin tightly, his face full of pity and affection. Lin Xin leaned in Feng Chong's arms sullenly, without saying a word, with his back to Shen Lou, unable to see his expression clearly.
The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched so tightly that the fingertips turned white.
Xinghu Stone Xiaolu failed to send it out, and the little thought in his heart was thrown to the ground and smashed to pieces.
"Don't you know? Lin Bu Shou was born a dissolute man, he doesn't care about meat and vegetables, how many beauties the crown prince gave him, both male and female, he took them all."
"Tsk, I heard that he also had an affair with the King of England."
Yingying and Yanyan surrounded the surroundings, and the flirtatious Houlu followed everyone and blinked at him frivolously.
The uncontrollable anger directly woke up Shen Lou, and he opened his eyes, and there was warmth beside him, with a sweet breath of green dates spraying on the side of his neck. At some point, Lin Xin rubbed into his arms again.
The heart that was hanging in the air fell to the ground, Shen Lou sighed lightly, tilted his head slightly, and put his chin on the head of the person in his arms.
"Hmm..." Lin Xin woke up with a groan, and found himself sleeping in Shen Lou's arms, and moved away pretending to be surprised, "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well, did I disturb you?"
"No." Shen Lou shook his head.
"Why are you sweating?" Lin Xin stretched out his hand and touched it, then sat up. A person who cultivates immortals has a strong body, so there is absolutely no reason for him to sweat in the middle of the night.
Shen Lou stretched out his hand and pressed him back under the quilt, "It's okay, I had a nightmare, go to sleep."
"How old are you, and you still sweat out of nightmares!" Lin Xin couldn't help but rubbed against his pillow and laughed at him, "Hahaha..."
Deliberately asking Shen Lou if he was afraid of the dark now, and worried that he would not sleep with him tomorrow if he was annoyed, Lin Xin could only swallow the joke behind him, and stared at Shen Lou with crooked eyes. It wasn't until Shen Lou fell asleep again that the smile disappeared suddenly.
Repeated nightmares are a sign of weak soul power. Lin Xin blew on Shen Lou's eyelashes to make sure that he was really asleep, and quietly stretched out his index finger, tapped lightly between his brows, slowly pulled it away, and drew out a very thin trace of soul power. With a light breath, the hair-thin soul power suddenly broke and disappeared.
Why are you so weak! Lin Xin frowned tightly. If he guessed right, Shen Lou's soul must have been severely injured in his previous life, just like those whose souls were crushed by him, the damage to their souls has directly continued into this life.
The author has something to say: Note: The capacity is as usual as it is, and the swaying is palpitating—from the Book of Songs "National Wind·Wei Feng·芄兰"
small theater:
Xinxin: Woohoo, you broke my deer, you will pay me for it!
Lou Lou: Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll carve another one for you
Fan A: Xinxin, this is the golden deer I bought for you
Fan B: Xinxin, this is the silver deer I bought for you
Lou Lou: This is the stone deer I carved for you, which one do you choose
Xinxin: Of course I... want the golden deer! ~(≧▽≦)/~
Narrator: (Music) Listen to the sound of heartbreak~~