The moon was in the middle of the sky, Shen Lou suddenly opened his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black, cold sweat instantly soaked his underwear, he was about to turn over and sit up, when he touched a soft and warm little hand. Cracked out the soul beyond the sky, and returned to the body with a huff.
Xiao Linxin slept very dishonestly, and at some point he had completely moved to Shen Lou's pillow, tightly squeezed together with him.
After adapting to the darkness for a while, everything in front of him gradually became clear. Shen Lou turned over, looked at the sleeping child in front of him by the moonlight, and traced his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch. Lin Xin, who was still young, was actually so soft and sweet. Fortunately, I found him early, before everything happened.
Thinking of the scene when they met for the first time in the previous life, the sixteen-year-old Lin Xin had already been forced into that appearance by all kinds of childhood.
For Shen Lou, who started to participate in the hunt at the Royal Leisure Pool at the age of eight, there was nothing new, so he went two days late.
"Look at the sword!" A cold shout came from his side, he drew the sword out of its sheath, and Shen Lou took the sudden move without looking back.
"No way, you can catch this?" Zhong Youyu yelled strangely in mid-air, turned around quickly, tapped his toes on the tree trunk, and jumped up the tall tree in twos and threes, "Brother, help!"
As soon as this sentence was uttered, a young man who was born exactly like Zhong Youyu attacked from behind, and with the point of his sword he pushed away the point that was about to poke his brother's butt, and both fell to the ground with Shen Lou, looking at him silently.
Shen Lou put his sword back into its sheath, and Zhong Youyu jumped down from the tree, and put his arms around his neck, "Why did you come here? I've been looking at Wu Mo's boring face every day for the past two days. Almost suffocating."
"If I remember correctly, you and Wumo are the same face." Shen Lou glanced at him sideways.
"Who said, I'm obviously much more handsome than him!" Zhong Youyu firmly believed that he was better-looking than his younger brother, and the honest Zhong Wumo followed them quietly without making a sound to refute.
The three of them walked slowly towards the center of the hunting ground. After Zhong Youyu boasted about his suave, suave and heroic, he talked about something new recently, "Have you seen the evil god standing next to the emperor? The newly-appointed Marquis of Cutting the Deer, Only sixteen years old."
On the royal high platform, a young man in a sapphire-blue embroidered arrow-sleeved dress with a full moon-shaped scimitar hanging from his waist felt that someone was watching him, so he immediately followed his gaze. Those eyes full of cruelty made Shen Lou tremble slightly, "Is he Lin Zhenghan's son?"
"Couldn't it be him," Zhong Youyu saw that his friend knew Lin Xin's identity, so he didn't go into details, and directly talked about the main point, "This kid killed the teacher who raised him with his own hands, and he was so vicious that he couldn't see it! See Is there a scimitar on his waist? It was rewarded by the emperor, the demon sword swallowing the hook! Tsk, only a person like him who even killed his teacher can restrain the evil spirit of swallowing the hook."
Most of the children from aristocratic families who have not reached the top will participate in the hunting in the leisure pool. The people are divided into several piles according to the distance between each family. However, no matter which wave of people, they consciously drew a line with Lin Xin.
"But don't offend him. His favor is on the rise. The day before yesterday he used this knife to cut off the hand of the second son of Wang Tinghou, but in the end it didn't matter." Zhong Youyu rubbed his wrists in a sympathetic manner, Pulling Shen Lou away.
After hunting, Zhong Wumo caught a rare white tiger. Before he could pick it up, he was snatched away by Lin Xin who appeared from nowhere.
"Give it back to me." Zhong Wumo pursed his lips, staring straight at Lin Xin.
"Tch, white tiger, it's really bad luck." Lin Xin rode on the tall horse, and the followers behind him quickly tied up the tiger and put it on their own hunting cart. "Go back and skin this white animal and dye it black."
The faces of the Zhong family brothers Qiqi in white changed, and Zhong Youyu couldn't help shouting: "Brat, who are you scolding?"
"Whoever agrees is the one." Lin Xin said slowly, looking sideways at them.
"You, fight with me." Zhong Wumo got off his horse, took off the saber from his waist, and pointed at Lin Xin.
"Little Mo!" Zhong Youyu hurriedly called to stop his younger brother, signaling him not to be impulsive, but it was already too late. Over there, Lin Xin didn't even say a word of challenge, he just drew his sword and rushed over.
The demon knife swallowed the hook, carrying the evil spirit passed down from ancient times, wrapped around Zhong Wumo's long sword like a ghost. Before Zhong Youyu saw the situation clearly, the Tun hook had already hooked his younger brother's neck.
Three pieces of excellent-looking deer glass were embedded on the handle of Tungou, and the vast spiritual power flowing along the machete encircled Zhong Wumo's head in a circle.
"The Marquis has something to ask your son for advice." Lin Xin casually turned the scimitar in his hand, and the overflowing spiritual energy cut the clothes on Zhong Wumo's shoulders to pieces.
"What's the matter?" Zhong Youyu looked at Lin Xin's hand nervously, fearing that if he shook his hand, his brother's head would fall to the ground.
"What's the difference between the Zhong family's neck and those of other families? Is it particularly hard?" Lin Xin asked curiously, with an almost innocent smile.
"You..." Zhong Youyu was so angry that his ribs hurt.
A dazzling sword light pierced through the air, precisely aiming at the sword swallowing the hook. Lin Xin only felt that the scimitar in his hand suddenly deviated as if it was stuck by a magnet.
The scimitar was too sharp, for fear of hurting Zhong Wumo, Shen Lou had no choice but to strangle the hook. Letting go of the Zhong family boy, Lin Xin confronted the meddling Shen Lou, but was trapped by Shen Lou's last move. If one didn't check, the long sword penetrated into the middle of the scimitar, picked and wiped, and the whole person was trapped in the arms of Shen Lou.
"Good swordsmanship." Lin Xin praised, the scimitar in his hand suddenly exerted strength, but was pressed down again by Shen Lou who had expected it for a long time.
Lin Xin turned his head and looked at Shen Lou carefully, "Who are you?"
"Shen Lou."
Sheathed the scimitar, "Okay, I will remember you."
A "remember" is definitely not a joke for the Marquis of the Deer...
Counting the entanglements between the two of them over the years, Shen Lou really didn't know whether to cry or laugh, quietly looked at the person who slept on his pillow for a while, and moved secretly into his arms.
In the early morning, Lin Xin opened his eyes, and found that he had rolled into Shen Lou's embrace at some point, and greedily took a deep breath. The light fragrance of plants and trees could save him from his deepest nightmare.
He held his breath and listened to Shen Lou's breathing, it was even and long, obviously still in deep sleep. Lin Xinxin started, touched the boy's chin with the tip of his nose where the stubble hadn't grown, and opened two rows of small fangs, ready to take a bite.
The long breath gradually became shorter, Shen Lou opened his eyes, and found that Lin Xin had completely rolled into his arms, sleeping unconsciously, very satisfied. At this time, Lin Xin, who seemed to be about to wake up, arched his chest again, brushed off the skirt of his underwear, and pressed his cheek that was warm from sleep against his chest.
Shen Shizi sat up, Lin Xin, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and looked at Shen Lou's exposed side of the waist, thinking. This person's body temperature is obviously lower than his own, which is obviously abnormal for a young man who is full of firepower. Slowly got up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned harmlessly.
When Zishu came in, he saw Lin Xin, who was sleepy, sitting in the quilt of the eldest son in a daze, and their elder son had already jumped out of bed and put on his coat.
"You child, I told you not to do rough work, and you will sleep on the prince's bed!" Zishu stretched out his hand to grab Lin Xin's ear, but hit the arm of the prince's coat, and immediately turned a corner, and changed to replace him. Shen Lou tidied up his clothes.
"Clean up, I will go to Mogui Mountain with my father today." Shen Lou buttoned up the wristband of the arrow sleeve, and whispered to Zishu.
"Yes." Zi Shu answered, put on a black wide-sleeved robe on him, and then turned to look at Lin Xin. The guy was already fully dressed, holding a twisted cloth towel with both hands like a treasure, and handed it to Shen Lou.
"Ashin will sleep here from now on." Shen Lou took the cloth towel and directly cut off the words behind Zi Shu.
Zishu was surprised to find that Shizi's face was no longer as pale as usual when he woke up. He thought he had slept well, so it turned out that...Zishu, who thought he had found the reason, looked at Lin Xin more and more softly, "Ashin morning What to eat?"
"Meat!"
The guard Huang Ge came back with dew on his head, "Messenger, it is Zhong Suifeng's order. Patriarch Zhong Changye has already retreated a few days ago."
Su Guogong's younger brother Zhong Suifeng? Shen Lou frowned slightly.
Zhong Changye, the Duke of the Su Kingdom of the Western Regions, possessed high-strength skills and decisive killings, governing the Western Regions like an iron bucket. With such an elder brother in front of him, Zhong Suifeng, who has no title, has always been out of sight, and he doesn't often come to Shen's house as a guest. Now that the Patriarch is retreating, Zhong Suifeng asked Patriarch Shen to drink on the altar opening day according to his elder brother's instructions.
Sounds flawless.
"Are you going to Mogui Mountain?" Lin Xin asked Shen Lou who lowered his eyebrows and thought.
"Well, Ashin will go with me." Shen Lou originally wanted to keep Lin Xin at home, but thinking of Zhu Xingli who might be found at any time, he still decided to take Lin Xin away.
Mo Guishan... Lin Xin clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves quietly. That place is not a good place for him now.
"Brother! I'm going too!" Qingling's resonant voice came from afar, and the girl in black dress rushed in like an arrow, hitting Lin Xin's chest straight.
Shen Lou shot like lightning, grabbed Lin Xin, and let his sister fall to the ground on the carpet.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Shen Yingying ate a mouthful of ashes, got up angrily, looked up and saw the young boy standing beside her brother, and immediately forgot about the fall, "Who is he?"
Lin Xin subconsciously dodged backwards, but the girl still grabbed his sleeve.
"Is he your new servant?" Shen Yingying ignored her elder brother's stare and stared at Lin Xin's face, "He's so pretty!"
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Yingying: Brother, he is so pretty! I want to marry him!
Lou Lou: no
Ying Ying: Why
Lou Lou: Girls can only say marry!
Yingying: Oh, then I should...
Lou Lou: called sister-in-law
Ying Ying: ( ⊙ o ⊙ )