Zisui Zhi Chen

Chapter 27: Sharpen

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After the Jiangtang dam was resolved, Kyoto also suddenly cooled down. The maple red of Luyi Mountain stains the sky of Kyoto, and the late autumn view of Xiaoxiao Tower is bleak. The palace started to rush to make winter clothes, the Pingding Mansion got some satin and silk, Qu Lao also started to make preparations for the winter, the vegetable garden in the backyard was about to enter the winter within a few days. There are also some yellow leaves floating in the courtyard. Qu Lao didn't ask anyone to take care of them, so he just spread them on the stone slabs, which has a special autumn charm of the courtyard. Xin Yi put on a cloak and stood outside the corridor with his hands tied. The morning was still covered with mist and cold frost, and he still faced who was waiting for the racecourse.

About half an hour later, Meng Chen came from the side courtyard, and saw that Shizi had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, and his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with thin frost. Only when the frost saw him coming, it melted away.

Xin Yi said with a smile: "Participant."

Meng Chen scratched the back of his head, turned away and did not dare to accept the gift, he was quite embarrassed: "I have been in the mansion for a while, how can the son be so polite. I am a rough man at the frontier, so the son should be called by my name. "

Xin Yi was instructed by him every day, but it was not appropriate to call him master, so he thought about it for a while and changed his words: "Uncle Meng."

Meng Chen nodded and turned to the racecourse. Xin Yi followed, and he said as he walked, "My son's riding skills were taught by you young masters. Although it was neglected before, this month's training has almost caught up. Let's take the knife from today on." Meng Chen stood still in the wide center of the racecourse, and patted the broad-backed heavy knife on his waist, "The name of this knife is 'Baizhan', which is named by the eldest son. I remember that when the eldest son named it 'Baizhan battlefield'①, it should be It's in the poem, but I don't know what kind of sour poem it is, but the four words "baizhan battlefield" really suit my heart. Baizhan has been with me for many years, and I have seen the blood of the enemy so much. Today I bring this The old brother came out to meet the son."

After saying that, he moved his wrist, and the blade cut through the thin remaining fog. Although it hadn't started yet, it was already galloping like the sound of an iron horse. Xin Yi's spirit was shaken, his eyes fell on the knife that was unsheathed with a clang, and he couldn't leave it.

A sword is like a man, and a sharp edge follows its master. This knife is three feet long, with a wide back and a thick ridge. Due to years of rubbing, the handle of the knife has been scratched. The most different thing is that the cutting edge of this knife is extremely deep, if it is not for the length, it can almost be compared with the battle axe. Meng Chen has great strength, and he needs both hands to hold the knife. This knife can indeed be called "Hundred Fights", this shape is most suitable for chopping, the sharp edge breaks the flesh, and the force cuts the human bone.

Meng Chen slid and said in a deep voice: "Master, please!"

Xin Yi has no sword, so he needs to take it. This knife is so heavy, it should be inconvenient for Meng Chen to dodge. But when facing him directly, the knife and the man are integrated into one body, like a towering peak, and there is no way to attack.

Xin Yi took off his cloak and threw it aside.

The last fog of late autumn has lifted.

When Xin Yi returned to the courtyard, he didn't see Xiao Jin. He saw the golden pheasant pacing under the tree, so he knew what was going on. Xiao Jin came to the corridor for a walk when he had nothing to do, since he found out that the mansion raised not only Chi Chi, but also golden pheasants, he came less frequently and became more cautious, as if he was afraid of killing the poultry.

Chi Chi quickly slipped from the corridor to Xin Yi's feet and spun around. Xin Yi leaned over and only rubbed its head, but didn't pick it up. Just leaning over like this, he felt a pain in his shoulder bone. Chi Chi stuck out his tongue and picked at the hem of his robe, Xin Yi just dragged a small black ball into the room.

Before Bai Jiu came back, there were still many files piled up on the small case on the couch, all of which were for Xin Yi. Apart from Bai Jiu's own staff, many of them were copied from Dali Temple. Although Xin Yi has not stepped out of the house for half a month, it has been really hard. Get up early every day and go for a walk with Meng Chen at the racecourse, take a nap for half an hour at noon, and in the afternoon, there will be Bai Jiu's dossier examination and old case conversation. Fortunately, the intimacy at night was limited to the boundary point, otherwise I was afraid that his clear eyes would turn into red eyes. But all the merits are not worth donating. It is worthwhile to work hard. If Xin Yi is conscious, he has really gained a lot in the past half month, which is much better than when he just beat people up before.

After tidying up and changing into clean clothes, I heard Bai Jiu's voice coming back from outside. Xin Yi stepped out a few steps, lifted the curtain and saw Bai Jiu, and immediately smiled, very brightly. Bai Jiu took the curtain for him, and was almost dazzled by the smile, so she kissed him on the tip of the nose and led him in. Old Qu outside wisely didn't follow in, and told people to hurry up for lunch.

As soon as the curtain was released, Bai Jiu hugged him completely, and slowly groped around his body with his hands, saying, "How is this morning?" He reached Xin Yi's shoulder bones, and when he heard Xin Yi's slight hiss, he immediately turned his hands around. Cheng Ruo said, "Why did you get hurt again today?"

"Don't practice riding skills anymore, change to sword skills." Xin Yi gradually relaxed, and lay comfortably in his arms, saying: "I'm stupid, it will be fine in a few days." Then he continued: "How is King Qin today?"

"It's the same." Bai Jiu rubbed his shoulder with one hand, and held his right hand with the other. When he lifted it up, he saw that it was blue. His narrow eyes sank, he rubbed his fingertips on them and stopped talking.

Xin Yi raised his head suddenly, looked at Bai Jiu with bright eyes, and said, "You said you don't care about it."

Bai Jiu lowered her head and pressed her forehead against his forehead, smiled, and said in a deep voice, "When did I say that?"

Xin Yi's face was burning hot, and he said inarticulately: "Just, just a few days ago, night, night."

"Really." Bai Jiu's narrow eyes pressed close at hand: "Why can't I remember, where is it?"

"Bed, bed, bed."

"Ah." Bai Jiuwei stretched out his lazy tone, "It doesn't matter how long ago that day has passed."

Xin Yi blushed and said, "You, you didn't, you didn't say that..."

"Then what did I say." Bai Jiu asked humbly, "Retell it all."

Xin Yi had a cat body, puffed up his face and stopped talking, it was as hot as a small stove. Bai Jiupian looked like he didn't know, and brushed his ear with his fingertips, "I don't remember clearly, don't children have a good memory, let me listen to it."

Xin Yi dumbfoundedly stretched out his hands to pinch the man's cheeks, but didn't speak. Bai Jiu let his fingertips play tricks on his cheeks, smiled lowly and whispered in his ear, and said slowly: "Of course it is negotiable if I don't care about this matter, but it depends on how you negotiate. It's not okay to beg me with tears. Adults can't do it either, I've heard so many indecent words these days, and it's appropriate to say it now." He spoke exactly the same, even in a teasing tone, and finally said in a lower voice: "Xiao Yi has a good mouth, I only allow this once."

Xin Yi covered his mouth, blushing, and wished that the adults would treat him with that indifference to the outside world. Bai Jiu just smiled and pecked at his palm.

"It's just that one time, today I have to take care of it. I'll rub your blood away after eating, and we'll talk about today's case after you get some sleep."

Xin Yi nodded in panic, "Listen to you."

Bai Jiu laughed again, and hugged him tightly, "Don't act like a baby."

Xin Yi was speechless, silently let the adult rub against his cheek for a while. The tip of the ear was hot, and the face was even redder after being rubbed.

When eating, there is a small bamboo bucket on the small table below, which is full of hot rice. Since Xin Yi followed Meng Chen in the morning, his appetite has been on par with Meng Chen's, and he even has the intention of surpassing him. He used to have a big appetite, but now he is even more scary. Mr. Qu thought that the son was still young, and he still needed to grow up. He stared at the kitchen for various supplements every day, hoping that the child would be stronger and taller. Bai Jiu was one shoulder taller than him, and it would take several years to catch up.

After the meal, Bai Jiu pushed the bruises on him, Xin Yi took off his shirt, put on his pants and lay down on the bed, he didn't realize it was all over his back until he saw him. Bai Jiu frowned, but didn't say a word. Following Meng Chen was Xin Yi's insistence. He said he would ignore Beiyang's affairs, but it was his family. His father and brother had spent their whole lives on behalf of Beiyang, so he had something in his heart. If he doesn't say anything, no one can tell him to stop because of suffering and tiredness. To do so is to underestimate him, to slap him in the face, and to poke his heart. Bai Jiu mentioned it before and didn't say to stop, she just wanted to kick Meng Chen out of the house and ask Ji Baiyue to pick him up, and then hid Xin Yi in her arms and coaxed her. It hurts in the hand.

Bai Jiu's subordinates were careful, Xin Yi lay on the bed, and asked him with a smile, "Have I become stronger?"

Bai Jiu hummed, touched his waist, and smiled back at him: "It's better to hold it with one hand, but it's much more powerful."

Xin Yi rested his chin on the pillow, tickled by Bai Jiu's touch, laughed and said, "There is such a thin waist."

Bai Jiu's fingertips slid across the inside of his waist, feeling the tight texture. During this period of time, I really didn't gain weight, I became much stronger, and even my abdominal muscles gradually became in shape.

The more Bai Jiu touched, the more Xin Yi laughed. The places that Bai Jiu's fingertips touched seemed to be burning hot and numb. Xin Yi's laughter was gradually suppressed, and his breath was a little unsteady. Bai Jiu stopped, leaned over him with the cage body, and said, "Turn your head."

Xin Yi was in a daze, and Bai Jiu kissed him suddenly, so intense that he wanted to swallow him alive. The tip of Xin Yi's tongue was numb from being caught, and he gasped, Bai Jiu turned him over, pressed him down and kissed a beast whose blood was boiling.

After being let go with great difficulty, Xin Yi blushed and laughed again. Bai Jiu was tired of him biting his neck, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Xin Yi was numb from the bite, squinting his eyes and his tone trembled, "An accident will happen as soon as the medicine is taken..."

"So you just hurt yourself and asked me to give you medicine." Bai Jiu pulled him to wrap him up, hugged him in his arms, and said, "Who did you learn this bad way of seducing people?"

Xin Yi sneered, "My lord, my lord taught you well."

Bai Jiu rubbed his hair, flicked it lightly, and said, "Sleep for a while, I will call you when the time comes."

Xin Yi nodded, and put his face against Bai Jiu's chest, sleeping hot under the cover, Bai Jiu closed his eyes and patted him on the back. Not long after, Xin Yi fell asleep. Bai Jiu kept patting with his hands.

Riding a whip from outside, he rushed straight to the palace gate, and Xiao Jin, who was filling his stomach upstairs with a smile on his face, saw the dream boat seal embroidered on the man's front at a glance, stuffed the last bite of sweet stuffing into his mouth, and threw it to the subordinates behind him. He took a few pieces of silver and said: "Go to the Prince Pingding's mansion and send a message to King Pingding that the tiger is going back to the mountain."

The subordinates went in a hurry, Xiao Jin picked up the pine nuts and threw them against the fence to eat. Pretending to be troubled in his heart, he had a baby face, which made people confused whether he was thinking about something or unhappy. Just as he was watching his subordinates mount their horses and leave the street, an acquaintance on the other side went upstairs.

Xiao Jin groaned, waved his hands and said, "Isn't this Mr. He, Mr. He is here too?"

Shouldn't he, a leftist, stay on the second floor and drink tea? What's he doing here in Xiaoxiaolou

He Anchang only raised his eyes to see him, and because old Mr. He also had friendship with Huiyang Hou, he stepped up to his side as a way of saying hello.

Xiao Jin couldn't help shivering as soon as he saw him coming over coldly. Seeing him carrying a plate of steamed stuffed buns, he wondered, "Master He likes Xiaoxiaolou's steamed stuffed buns?" He leaned over to have a look, "It's not stuffed with bean paste."

He Anchang ate one with such an upright and elegant posture, it made Xiao Jin's scalp tingle, who had always only been able to compete with Xin Yi in devouring it. He has always thought that He Anchang is very good, very good, not to mention Jingdu, even Da Lan can't pick a few who can compare with him. But Xiao Jin, I was afraid of this kind of thing when I was a child. He looks gentle and cold, but in fact he is full of innocent hearts. people.

He was terribly scared, more scared than Chi Chi and Golden Pheasant.

He Anchang didn't pay attention to what he was thinking, and turned his eyes slightly after a while, showing a hint of disappointment.

Xiao Jin tossed the pine nuts and said, "This is the best bean paste bun in all of Kyoto, it cannot be made anywhere else."

"It's not tasty." He Anchang tasted another one, and said, "It's not delicious."

Xiao Jin stared, "You don't have a tongue or a cough, so you have it in your mouth. Xiaoxiaolou's red bean paste buns, brother Jingsheng, eh, Mr. Xie Jingsheng Xie, he is the best. He used to treat my sister every day in Qingping Read, saying that my sister can't make it delicious. Do you really think it's not delicious? Then try my sister's cooking some other day."

He Anchang froze with the finger of the bun, turned his eyes to Xiao Jin, and said, "Xie Jingsheng?"

Under his gaze, Xiao Jin inexplicably retracted his loose legs, and straightened his waist, like a student in front of Mr. Private School, honestly said: "That's him." When it was over, he thought that He Anchang and Xie Jingsheng couldn't get together in the past , afraid of offending him by mentioning it, he hurriedly said, "It's him, the old rascal."

He Anchang raised his eyebrows, his expressionless face fluctuated a bit, "Old rascal?"

Xiao Jin straightened his waist even more, and said politely: "It's just him..."

"What is he doing in Qingping?" He Anchang's hand moved again while eating the steamed stuffed bun.

"Molly, molesting the little girl..." How could Xiao Jin remember what Xie Jingsheng did

He Anchang bit the bun a little slowly.

"Ah, ah, he also provokes wild men."

He Anchang's steamed stuffed bun bit even slower.

"I often help the little widow on the opposite side of the house to carry things..." Seeing He Anchang eating a bun like a cannibal, Xiao Jin got goosebumps and asked to leave tremblingly: "He, Mr. He, I, Jing It's time for Wei Si..."

He Anchang calmly handed him a steamed stuffed bun, and said as a reward: "Go, eat enough."

Xiao Jin took the bun carefully and retreated, when he got on the horse and was about to leave, he suddenly heard an old man behind him exclaim, "That's up there, who is that?"

The refined man who supported the white-haired old man looked up and said, "That's Mr. He, the Minister of Zhongshu."

"Hey?" The old man tilted his head and thought hard, and after a while he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, oh yes, Xiao He's son." Looking up at He Anchang, he sighed reminiscently, "Originally, the old man still said yes. It's Huiyang waiting."

"You are confused again, Huiyang Hou has gone..."

Xiao Jin's horse started to run, and the late autumn wind shaved his face, cooling his newly heated heart. The steamed bun in his hand lost its warmth, he suddenly pulled the horse's hooves, and amidst the sound of the horse, threw the steamed bun into the narrow alley. The wild dog squatting on the side jumped over quickly, Xiao Jin watched coldly that the buns were gone, and felt regret again.

He raised his hand and slapped himself, cursing in a low voice, "Nothing!"

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①: "The iron clothes are broken on the battlefield of hundreds of battles, and the south of the city has been encircled." - "March in the Army" Taibai poem.