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The wine brought by Jin Mahayana is good wine, full-bodied and sweet, with a long aftertaste, never topping, but easy to get drunk.

What Jiang Wanzhou opened the door to see was Yao Xi lying on the table at dusk, Jin Mahayana drinking alone.

Jiang Wanzhou stepped forward and helped Yao Ximu up, but Yao Ximu was paralyzed and unable to get up.Without hesitation, Jiang Wanzhou lifted him from the chair with a slight force, and sighed indistinctly.

"Young Master." Jin Dacheng called Jiang Wanzhou to stop, and said softly, "Do you want to tell him?"

Jiang Wanzhou stared blankly at Jin Dacheng, as if she didn't understand, she hugged Yao Ximu tightly in her arms with a little confusion, and felt Yao Ximu's skin, flesh and bones through the brocade clothes, which were slender and tough.For some reason, there was a trace of inexplicable pity.

He already knew Yao Ximu's life experience. Yao Ximu's mother was indeed a descendant of the Qionglang Sect, and she kept a map leading to the treasure of Wuyouhai.For this reason, Taishi Yu wiped out Yao Ximu's family.But the map—the patterns and jewels on the box and comb were clearly discernible, and it was easy to piece together the whole picture of the map.But Jiang Wanzhou sent wave after wave of people to investigate over the years, but they found nothing.

At the same time, he noticed that Taishi Yu seemed to have died down, as if he was no longer thinking about Wuyouhai.Confused, Jiang Wanzhou entered Jinling again, discussed with Zhai Xiangdi, and temporarily stopped her plan to find Wuyouhai, and instead devoted her energy to the power struggle in front of her.

Jiang Wanzhou answered Jin Dacheng in a hoarse voice: "No, I will handle it myself."

"Young Master, just think it through. But you really plan to be with this kid, King Xiang..." Jin Dacheng stopped talking, looking at Jiang Wanzhou's extraordinary demeanor, secretly feeling that he and Yao Ximu It's actually quite a match.

"I have my own plan." Jiang Wanzhou stopped talking and carried Yao Ximu into the bedroom.

Jiang Wanzhou was confused and didn't think clearly at all, let alone have any plans.The two of them were in a daze that night at Luomei Villa, and Yao Ximu seized the opportunity to move towards him. He thought about resisting, but when he saw the brilliant figure and star-like eyes, he forgot to resist .Drive him to the capital, saying that if we don't meet each other, we will live in peace.But this heart couldn't help being concerned about it, and actually followed it to the capital.

But coming to the capital is not just because of him, it is for Luomei Mountain Villa. When my father was there, he worked hard for Luomei Mountain Villa and stayed dormant for decades. Now let me fulfill his wish.

As for that night, it was because he drank too much wine, it shouldn't be like this, when will hooking up with him be a head?If Yao Ximu wants to be obsessed with him all the time, should I just let him like this?Thinking of this, Jiang Wanzhou sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at Yao Ximu's frown in his sleep, and secretly regretted it.He stood up, took a few steps in the room, raised his head to calculate the sphere of influence of Luomei Villa and the current situation in Beijing, and thought that Luomei Villa could not lose the support of King Xiang.

Yao Ximu on the bed couldn't sleep well. He saw Mother Zhen who hadn't slept for a long time, dreamed that his father was chasing him and beating him, and he fled up the tree laughing.Mother also came, and waved to him from under the tree, calling him: "Bao'er, come down quickly."

The mother is a very beautiful woman, Yao Ximu was in a trance, and saw her dressing up again.There is a bronze mirror in front of her. The mother dipped the rouge in water, spread it on the palm of her hand, and evenly spread it on her face, making her face peach blossom.The thrush is made of Luozidai, which is carefully traced, and the eyebrows are like distant mountains.She pulled her hair up, with a few strands of black hair hanging down, unable to move her hands, she ordered Yao Ximu who was at the side: "Bao'er, fetch the comb for your mother."

The comb is in the box.

which box?

Yao Xi shuddered at dusk, looked up and saw the deep black night, the color of rouge oozed from her mother's body, and her plain white skirt was dyed red, it was not rouge, it was her blood.

"Where's your token?"

Yao Ximu seemed to be pinned.

"Where's the token?" He muttered, "Where's my token?"

Turning all over the body, anxious tears streamed down his face: "Where is my token?"

"Wake up... wake up..." Someone patted him on the back.

Yao Ximu opened his eyes, awakened from the vortex of dream, trembling all over.Jiang Wanzhou was sitting by the bed, leaned over and patted his back with her hand, and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Hmm." Yao Ximu recovered from his dream, sweating coldly. He thought the sweating was not smooth, so he took off his human-skin-mask, and groaned and burrowed into Jiang Wanzhou's arms.He thought: It would be great if people didn't grow up. If only they were eight or nine years old, studying and practicing martial arts all day long in Luomei Villa. Although he and Jiang Wanzhou always fought, they were always together.And at that time, Sister Li was also in the villa, always asking the young master to keep him company.I don't know how she is now, what will happen if she knows that he and Jiang Wanzhou are in such a relationship now.

Will be angry?She must be angry, she probably doesn't want the young master to have his sleeve broken.

So it's better when he was a child, but it's not bad when he grows up. After all, when he was young, he wouldn't understand his current mood, he wouldn't know what it's like to like someone, and he wouldn't know how wonderful it is to kiss the young master's lips.These are also very good, but Yao Ximu can't tell the melancholy in his heart, like a thorn in his back, like a fish stalk in his throat, like a hazy moon through a gauze curtain.

Neither of them spoke anymore, the silence made Yao Ximu feel guilty.He knew Jiang Wanzhou well, she was a patient person, if he didn't speak, maybe this evening would be over.Yao Ximu didn't want to keep silent like this, so he could just say something, so he looked up and saw Jiang Wanzhou, who always had a cold expression and gloomy eyes.

"Young master, what are you thinking about?"

"...It's nothing." Jiang Wanzhou came back to his senses, stuffed him into the bed, and tucked him in.

"I'll know if you don't tell me." Yao Ximu rolled his eyes, got up wrapped in a quilt, and broke up with Jiang Wanzhou: "Qingxinqiao has lost troops and generals, and the famous swordsmen in the top ranks of the rivers and lakes are here to challenge you, none of them Go back. If the chief elder, Guan Wenfei, was killed by me, the two factions that were originally contending with each other, no one can suppress them. I don’t know what the fight will be like in the nest. I heard that the water lotus in Sichuan Xie has already been wiped out by Fourth Uncle He and Tangmen together. If we take advantage of the chaos to take down Mingjing Hall and Foul Hall, Qingxin Bridge will be completely collapsed." Yao Ximu stared at Jiang Wanzhou and continued: "But Qingxin Bridge Our family can't handle the business, and we still don't know what the young master is planning?"

Jiang Wanzhou was astonished by these words. He originally thought that Yao Ximu was not only completing tasks in Jinling, but hanging out in Shengyuanfang. Jiang Wanzhou smiled slightly: "I don't know, you know everything."

"I know, young master, I want to do my best to help you."

Jiang Wanzhou looked into Yao Ximu's eyes, the turbulent emotion there was too strong and pure, it was clear and ready to burst out.

Yao Ximu could really work hard for him.

Jiang Wanzhou's heart trembled, and she had a new plan.

What Yao Ximu said was correct, the Qingxin Bridge was bound to collapse, there were so many waterways and so many lands, Luomei Shanzhuang's family couldn't take them all.Jiang Wanzhou has been joining forces with Blue Sky Bieye, but now, he has other ideas.Just about to think about it carefully, but Yao Ximu took his hand, put his palm on his face and rubbed it, "Young master, don't go."

Such a blatant courtship made Jiang Wanzhou's heart sway for a while. They are all young and passionate, how can they hold it?

Anyway, it's been like this and that with him for a long time, and it doesn't make any difference once or twice.Jiang Wanzhou lowered her head, thinking wildly.

Greedy for a while.

After dawn, Jiang Wanzhou went straight into Meilou and had a secret conversation with Zhai Xiangdi. In the afternoon, Jin Mahayana also came.

They talked from noon to evening again, wondering what they were planning.

Yao Xi was bored at dusk, so he cooked some delicious dishes for Jiang Wanzhou.Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanzhou was in a hurry, took Jin Dacheng and Zhai Xiangdi, and left without even eating.A table of good food is cheap for a group of people in the building, everyone grabs while eating, and praises the owner for having such a unique skill.

Yao Ximu held his face in his hands, watching them eat and drink, with a dull expression on his face.

Luo Qing held up the chopsticks, took away the last piece of fish, and put it in his mouth. The juice splashed on Yao Ximu's face. Like a starving ghost, you just know how to eat!" Added another sentence: "Eat you to death!" After finishing speaking, he grabbed a large jar of wine on the table and turned to the top of the building.

The manager Xue Changming asked Luo Qing: "What's wrong with the landlord?"

Luo Qing held the bowl and chewed the fish: "I don't know."

Xue Changming snatched his bowl and ordered: "Then go up and watch the landlord, and be careful what happens."

"Okay." Luo Qing wiped his mouth, took a pot of wine, and followed Yao Ximu to the top of the building.

The building is very high, the wind on the roof is very strong, the moon is very bright, the cold light is thousands of miles away, and the vastness is clean.

Luo Qing went up and saw Yao Ximu's back drinking to the moon at a glance, so she moved over and sat next to him, sitting firmly and looking down.

The bustling imperial capital is crowded with people like rain.Resplendent and resplendent, red smoke and emerald curtain.

"It's a great place. You can overlook the entire Jinling City. Landlord, how did you find out?" Luo Qing put his hand on Yao Ximu's shoulder while drinking.

Yao Ximu pushed his paws away, lay on his back on the ridge of the roof, poured the wine into his mouth, more than half of it poured into his neck, it was chilly and uncomfortable, Yao Ximu sat up straight, shook his head, As if that would shake the wine out.

Enough tossing, Yao Ximu looked at the moon for a while, and said:

"I wrote a poem, listen to it."

"You can compose poetry, sir?" Luo Qingqi asked, sitting cross-legged beside Yao Ximu: "You are really talented."

"Listen." Yao Ximu held up the wine jar and said slowly: "With a knife, the water will be cut off and the water will flow again. The old things are in the dusty fairy house. Unforgettable moments of floating life, love and wandering from flying gulls. Whether the world is romantic or not, love and hate Tianya..." He paused, glanced at Luo Qing, saw Luo Qing's incomprehensible expression, and thought to himself: He knows what the hell, why am I so nervous?Although the truth is so, when he spoke, his tone was more difficult than before, "Love and hate the world and seize the dream boat. Looking back, the silent people laughed at me, and the insanity is too much to worry about." After reading, he looked up at Luo Qing: "How is it? "

"..." Luo Qing opened his mouth slightly, and then applauded exaggeratedly: "Sure! Great poem!" He stretched out his thumb again, praising again and again: "Very good! The host not only cooks delicious dishes, but also writes poems So good, so talented!"

"Get out." Yao Ximu pointed downstairs: "Get out, don't bother me."

"Farewell, landlord." Luo Qing said with a bitter face: "I'm a rough man, it's good if I can know a few words, I really can't write this poem right. But I still heard it, the landlord these two days I'm all depressed, and I won't go to Shengyuanfang again, is it because your sister Yanmei ignored you? What's the matter!" Luo Qing raised his head and drank the wine in the flagon, threw it away, slapped his thigh, He shouted: "A good man has ambitions everywhere, how can he be trapped by love!" The more he said, the more his blood boiled, and he pulled Yao Ximu up: "Come, come, landlord, you are not happy, I will practice swords with you!"

The consequence of saying this was that Luo Qing was killed by Yao Ximu with a sword in his hand, and ran away with his head in his arms.

Xue Changming occasionally came out to watch the battle, stroking his beard and nodding: "The master's swordsmanship is really extraordinary."

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