Hibiscus Moon

Yu Lianhuan seems to always wear white, looks as handsome as jade, and is gentle and elegant. Especially in recent years, he has traveled frequently in the rivers and lakes and won the nickname of "Jade Xiao attracts red luan, son Yu Wushuang". He has been a demon for several years, but because of his unattractive looks, his reputation is not as loud as that of this newcomer.

It can be seen that people in the Jianghu still judge their appearance!

This was the first time Xia Yunfeng saw this young master Yu who was admired by everyone looked so embarrassed, his face was haggard, with black and blue beard faintly showing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at him with a fierce look.

Xia Yunfeng walked over, his fierce look became even worse, a few words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, pressed extremely low: "Is he Ouyang Yue?"

Xia Yunfeng sat down on the main seat without moving: "He is Buyue."

"Is Buyue Ouyang Yue?"

"No." Xia Yunfeng answered simply.

But Yu Lianhuan's expression did not ease because of this, his lips were trembling, as if he was suffering from great pain, and his tone was distorted by the pain: "He is! He is Ah Yue, you hid him! "

Xia Yunfeng said lightly: "I didn't hide him, he has always been mine."

Yu Lianhuan seemed to be taken out of his soul for a moment. The sword he stabbed, the way Buyue looked at him, and the words he said were so strange and familiar. Suddenly, it seemed that something exploded, and the truth came out of the ground. , dripping with blood.

"So Buyue is really Ouyang Yue."

Xia Yunfeng was noncommittal, and said coldly: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"

Yu Lianhuan stared at him closely, and said word by word: "Is he a man or a woman?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman, the important thing is that he is Buyue."

Yu Lianhuan took a step back abruptly, her eyes became redder, and the fierce light faded away, leaving only growing despair.

After a long time, he heard his hoarse voice, with ridiculous sadness: "Why did he pretend to be Ouyang Yue?"

Xia Yunfeng picked up the tea from Table Mountain and drank it slowly without looking up.

Bring tea to see off guests.

Yu Lianhuan pretended not to see him, and said firmly, "I want to see him."

"We don't even know each other, what's so good about seeing each other?"

Yu Lianhuan didn't say a word, just looked at him with those despairing eyes.

Xia Yunfeng was silent for a while, then got up: "I let you see him, but you have to promise me that you will never come to him again, no matter whether you let go of your hatred or not."

"Okay, I promise you."

Yu Lianhuan answered simply.

The two walked out of the hall one after the other, and walked through many courtyards. The Huguangju, the white jade bridge, the green lake water, and the courtyard with white walls and black tiles, which occasionally fell a couple of red leaves, appeared quietly in front of them, like a painting.

Xia Yunfeng pushed open the door of the second room on the veranda on the right, a young man in white was muttering something to a medical book, looked up at them and then looked back, bypassing the ink landscape screen, a topless young man was lying on the carved wooden bed , the black light spread straight on the side of his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and the bruises and silver needles all over his back were shocking.

Yu Lianhuan paused, looking at Xia Yunfeng warily.

Xia Yunfeng turned around: "Why, don't you come in?"

Yu Lianhuan gave him a suspicious look, then walked over carefully, her eyes fixed on the man's face.

"Ah Yue." His voice was soft and hoarse.

The person on the bed didn't move at all. He stretched out his hand and brushed away the long hair that covered his face, revealing a small face that was so pale that it turned blue. In my mind, it was not such a lifeless face.

Yu Lianhuan's hands were shaking, his eyes turned from Buyue's face to the appalling silver needle on his back, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did it become like this?"

Xia Yunfeng sneered, and said sarcastically, "Don't you know Mr. Yu's own handwriting?"

"Me?" Yu Lianhuan was shocked for a moment.

Xia Yunfeng said: "Jinghua Shuiyue, your sword pierced his right chest, the poison of Jinghua was quenched, and the dart quenched Shuiyuesan, is it possible that Mr. Yu wants to say that you don't know?"

Yu Lianhuan's face turned paler, he stared blankly at the bruise on Buyue's back, his expression was unpredictable, and after a long time he said with difficulty: "Are you sure it's the poison on my sword?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "From the time you and that woman joined forces to hurt him, he has been poisoned. This poison is overbearing and vicious. The original source is the Sanssouci Palace where you live now. What else can Mr. Yu say?"

Yu Lianhuan was still in a daze, as if he couldn't understand Xia Yunfeng's words, his eyes were fixed on Buyue, as if that face could confirm that what he heard was just a hallucination.

He couldn't be more clear about how vicious the mirror flower and the water moon are.

Suddenly, the pale face under the long hair suddenly opened his eyes, the color of glass, the corners of the eyes slightly raised, penetrating and clear, as if he had never slept.

Yu Lianhuan suddenly felt that glance, like the shadow of a sword, a thousand arrows shot at her heart.

Seeing him, Buyue suddenly laughed briskly: "Are you here to kill me?"

The smile was too bright, it looked extremely incongruous on that pale face, but it was very similar to all the brisk, rampant and rascal smiles he had in Sanssouci Palace, this was undoubtedly Ouyang Yue's answer that made Yu Lianhuan most desperate.

He opened his mouth, but felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he was still unable to make a sound.

Buyue changed to a more comfortable position and looked at him with bright eyes: "Your sword is too domineering, you don't need to do it, I guess I won't survive this winter, or do you want me to die early and live early?"

His tone was also so brisk, even with a slight smile, as if he was chatting with a friend he hadn't seen for many years, but Yu Lianhuan felt chills in his heart and his throat was sore.

"What's that expression on your face? You look like you're dying, do you regret stabbing that sword? Hahaha, don't make me laugh."

"Ah Yue."

Yu Lianhuan's voice was suppressed in his throat, as if he was growling, countless veins popped out of the hand holding the sword, and he looked at him with scarlet eyes.

"Huh." Buyue slightly widened her eyes, and smiled like a child who was seen through by an adult, "I was seen through by you, you lied to me once, and I lied to you once, it's even."

"I have more than 700 people in Qiyang Pavilion, did you kill them?" Yu Lianhuan almost gritted her teeth and spit out these words, staring intently at the expression on his face.

Buyue smiled and said, "I killed it."

"Why?" Yu Lianhuan felt her throat was sweet, and the emotions in her body were about to explode, and the hand holding the sword hilt was shaking violently.

Buyue said: "Because I am the devil, if they say I killed it, then I killed it."

"Did you kill it?"

Buyue blinked and smirked like he did countless times before: "Guess!"

Yu Lianhuan felt that the fishy sweetness in her chest could no longer be suppressed, but she saw Buyue suddenly buried in the pillow and coughed, Xia Yunfeng hurried over to lift his face, the pillow was covered with black blood, and there was a tear hanging from the corner of Buyue's mouth. The slender strands of blood, almost pure black in color, made Yu Lianhuan's heart skip a beat, has the poisoning been so deep?

Buyue still smiled and wanted to say something, but Xia Yunfeng shouted: "If you dare to say another word, I will knock you out."

So Buyue just laughed and didn't speak.

Yu Lianhuan saw that the two of them were intimate, and felt like a sword was being cut in his heart. He turned his back and left that place in a daze. Sometimes there was a sly and sly smiling face in front of him, and sometimes it was Qiyang Pavilion full of bones and blood, miserable. Shouts and swords could be heard endlessly, but he had his acupuncture points tapped by his father and hid in a dark cell on the roof, witnessing his bloody feud in this life with a single glance.

He didn't know when he left the Linjiang Villa. The fishy sweetness in his chest finally couldn't be suppressed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. It took him a long time to recover. Looking around, there was a wide and far-reaching avenue ahead, with lush greenery on both sides. , Towering ancient trees cover the sky and block out the sun, it seems that life will never see the end.

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I went out for a long vacation, and let the big guys wait, Linglong will present a hot cup of Jinghua Shuiyue!