Jiangshan side

【General Mansion·Luoyu Pavilion】

The fallen leaves are flying, turning into the shadow of light blue gown under the tree.

Hu Xuan dances, and the human figure is like a slender butterfly flying around.While the water sleeves were tossing and turning, a slender and beautiful jade face loomed, and her red lips were as red as an autumn maple. With a three-point smile and seven-point concentration, she danced alone in the falling rain pavilion in the general's mansion.

Guan Yixiao suddenly pulled out the foil sword beside the table, and gently danced with the long sword softly. While turning his wrist, he jumped up the pavilion, standing on the railing with only one foot, the sword drew a few light and shadows and then fell.

And on the eaves of Luoyu Pavilion, Mu Jingnian, dressed in black, was sitting motionless looking at the dancers below.He saw that Guan Yixiao's expression was different from usual at this time, he was less ecstatic and coquettish, but calm as a virgin, a little more metaphorical and secretive.

He saw Guan Yixiao dancing the sword again, and it seemed that a certain regular pattern gradually formed during the process, so he couldn't help asking: "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Guan Yixiao gave a terrified "scared" sound, suddenly lost his balance, slipped and fell from the barrier, and there was a pool of water under him——

Just when the black hair was about to touch the pool, Mu Jingnian blurred for a moment, and flew up to pull him into his arms.

"You..." Guan Yixiao looked at the person above him in surprise, but saw that Mu Jingnian still didn't have much expression, just frowning slightly, but this handsome face still made people admire.He felt that the strong hands on his back supported him, picked him up and flew up to the pavilion, and he felt a little confused.

"You... When did you come?" Guan Yixiao asked in shock.

"Always up there."

Guan Yixiao looked up at the roof of the pavilion, and asked, "Have you been watching me dance?"

"Yes," Mu Jingnian nodded, "What kind of sword technique did you use just now?"

"What kind of swordsmanship?" Guan Yixiao waved the soft sword in his hand and said with a smile, "This is the fist and embroidered legs danced in opera, for the officials to watch and play with."

"I see." Mu Jingnian nodded.

"Why, are you spying on me?" Guan Yixiao couldn't help teasing him and said, "I know you like me, but you don't need to be sneaky."

Mu Jingnian frowned, but did not answer.

"You still don't admit it?" Guan Yixiao was aggressive: "If you don't like me, why do you keep hugging me?"

When Mu Jingnian heard this, he immediately let go, and Guan Yixiao jumped directly from his arms, but when he landed, his body suddenly tilted, and he let out a scream: "Hiss... Damn it! I'm twisted! "

He reached out and grabbed Mu Jingnian's sleeve, his pretty face twisted into a ball, almost crying.With his other hand covering his left ankle, he kept yelling "Ouch, Ouch".

Seeing this, Mu Jingnian lowered his head, stretched out his hand to lift up the hem of his clothes, and saw that his white and tender ankle was a little swollen.

"Mother, it's you! Why let go!" Guan Yixiao angrily thumped him on the back: "Do you know how many people want to hug me?!"

"I don't know." Mu Jingnian replied, but frowned: "You need medicine."

After finishing speaking, he directly hugged Guan Yixiao, and flew away from Luo Yuxie to the wing.

Guan Yixiao was taken aback for a moment, and smiled when he saw how much he cared about her, and put his arms around his neck affectionately and said, "Hey, let's just say that Jing Nian likes me, otherwise why would he care so much and give me medicine."

Mu Jingnian was taken aback for a moment, as if he couldn't answer what he said for a while, so he simply remained silent.

Guan Yixiao was tirelessly triumphant: "Isn't it? You don't even care about human life. The death of so many people in Mingcheng has nothing to do with you, but you care about me."

"What's the use of caring about them." Mu Jingnian flew to the front of the wing and said, "Anyway, they will die, and they can't be saved, and it has nothing to do with me."

"You are so bad." Guan Yixiao giggled.

"Don't you hate them too?" Mu Jingnian put him on the chair and started looking for medicine for him.

"Me? Why do I hate them?"

"Then why are you arguing with them?"

"Oh! You're talking about those scumbags," Guan Yixiao laughed loudly, "They're annoying to begin with, but that doesn't mean that all the people in Mingcheng hate them."

Mu Jingnian brought the medicine, turned around and asked, "Do you have any grudge against them?"

"Hmph, they just envy and hate my beauty and talent," Guan Yixiao rolled her eyes and said; "The news that I entered the general's mansion yesterday probably hasn't been passed down yet, and they thought I was down and out and laughed at me. Find an opportunity to scold them bloody!"

Mu Jingnian frowned: "Why do you keep swearing at people?"

"What's wrong with cursing? Cursing is cool." Guan Yixiao pulled up the hem of her clothes, took off her shoes to reveal a pair of white and tender feet, and said with a charming young mistress, "Come on, give me the medicine."

Mu Jingnian paused for a while, then sat down slowly, grabbed his ankles and put them on his legs, spread the ointment on his fingers and gently applied it to him.

And Guan Yixiao squinted his eyes in enjoyment, looking at Mu Jingnian's serious and handsome face at this moment, the smile on his lips deepened: "What kind of medicine is this? It's so comfortable."

"Bailu ointment."

"Where did it come from?"

"Master gave it."

Guan Yixiao came and asked curiously, "Who is your master?"

"Master's surname is Huo, but his name is unknown."

"I see that your martial arts are really good, especially the technique of hiding, it's so fast - it's gone in the blink of an eye!" Guan Yixiao said exaggeratedly.

There was something strange in Mu Jingnian's eyes, he stopped his hand of applying medicine to the other party, and asked, "What about your master?"

"Are you the master who taught me how to sing opera? He is an old drama player in Jingguo. It turns out that I learned the art in Jingguo. I came here when I was in [-]. It has been nearly ten years now."

Mu Jingnian thought for a moment, and asked, "Are you born in Jingguo?"

"It's none of your business!" Guan Yixiao laughed loudly, and pressed his foot against Mu Jingnian's chest, laughing so hard that the branches trembled: "I won't tell you what's wrong?"

Mu Jingnian suppressed the dullness in his eyes, and remained silent.

"Yeah? Don't be angry." Guan Yixiao put down his feet and moved his chair forward: "Oh, in this troubled world, who hasn't something about the past that he doesn't want people to know, darling, it's not that he doesn't want to Let me tell you, I won't tell anyone."

"It's okay." Mu Jingnian said, and glanced at his feet: "You should rest well, the sprain should be nothing serious."

Guan Yixiao looked at him, suddenly burst out laughing, and said softly: "Jingnian, you are so cute, and you helped me again, how can I thank you."

Mu Jingnian looked at him indifferently, as if he didn't express his opinion at all.

"Come here." Guan Yixiao said with a bright smile.

Mu Jingnian didn't understand what he meant, but he got closer, and then he felt a soft wetness on his cheeks, and a burst of fragrance from the tip of his nose - Guan Yixiao kissed him on the face like a butterfly, She flew away again, looking at him with a smile.

"Do you do this often?" he asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Do you often treat others like this?"

"None of your business!" Guan Yixiao didn't know whether it was real anger or feigned anger, and said sharply, "Do you know how many people like to kiss me? I don't just kiss people casually, a kiss is worth a thousand gold, understand? Understand?"

After speaking, he seemed to be really angry. He got up from the chair and limped out of the room without looking back.And Mu Jingnian watched him go out inexplicably, a crack appeared on his usually expressionless face.

into the night.

【General's Mansion · Xiyin Building】

After three o'clock at night, only a few stars are left to decorate the black sky, and autumn flowers close their petals and go to sleep quietly, even the softly singing insects stop their rustling sound, the frosty moon Dizzy and lightly dyed the dark night, the night seems to be rubbed in, it seems that everything in the world has fallen into sleep.

Baili Ge walked to the door like a stroll in the courtyard, leaning lightly, playing with the green finger on his thumb, and suddenly felt a burst of air flowing in front of him, accompanied by the familiar scent of concentration, which scattered the air, getting deeper and deeper. , seems to soak in every inch of air.

The visitor was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a sullen white face, three thousand hair tied with a simple plum blossom wooden hairpin, proud and unique.I saw the fan in his hand, thousands of light blue air streams flowed from the plain fan and wrapped around the plain fingers. The soft air streams instantly converged on the fan and turned into sharp air blades, flowing freely and freely like water, which is unpredictable.

"Master Fu also knows how to sneak attack." Baili Ge said coldly.Unhurriedly, he uses his palm as a sword, gracefully slashing through the air, piercing like a thunderbolt, and his strong energy is positive, sometimes it roars like a strange beast riding on a cloud, and sometimes it is broken and delicate flowers scattered, combining hardness and softness, transforming Quite quickly.

Fuxi didn't say a word, his clothes were like water, the paper fan swayed with fierce murderous aura, and the shop fan attacked fiercely, turning into thousands of water blades and attacking Bailige fiercely like a net of heaven and earth, Every move is clear and stretched, but murderous anger is hidden.

Bailige was even more subdued and unobtrusive, able to deal with it freely, pouring his inner strength into his palm, and the white sword light radiated all over the place. The two fought heartily and vividly in this courtyard, and it was indistinguishable.

In the end, the two of them used a move to flatten the lake and autumn water at the same time. The wind stopped suddenly, the leaves withered and the flowers fell. Rigo's chest.

"I'm just a paper fan, but the general strangles me by the neck. Is this the way of hospitality?" Fuxi stared at Bailige expressionlessly.

Bailige looked at the paper fan pressed against his chest, he gently moved the paper fan away, only to see a few silver needles glowing coldly in the leaf: "If this is really a paper fan, Fan, this general doesn’t have to be like this.”

After saying that, his inner strength shook away those few silver needles, the two of them backed away a few steps at the same time, he raised his eyes to look at Fuxi, and said bluntly: "Is the envoy from Nanping here to assassinate this general?"

"The general already has the answer in his heart, so why ask more questions." Fuxi said calmly.

"Okay, take your word for it." Bailige smiled coldly, and opened his arms towards Fuxi without fear, as if letting the other party take advantage of him.

"Saving Rong Yu is not the style of a general." Fuxi said indifferently.

"If you want to take the opportunity to kill him, I will save him." Bailige said with a light smile.

Hearing this, Fuxi just looked at Bailige in front of him without moving, his beautiful eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, and his eyes were gradually stained with a kind of plausible complaint, which made Bailige's heart stagnate.

Pre-emptively, Bailige knocked down the paper fan in Fuxi's hand with a palm, and Fuxi came back to his senses but could only retreat step by step, a little powerless, and his moves were out of order.

Bailige raised his eyebrows slightly, and after seeing the timing, he pinched Fuxi accurately, restraining all the opponent's resistance with two or three strokes, warm and soft in his arms, and the dark fragrance made Bailige smile proudly, coldly. His expression melted bit by bit.

The eyebrows of the two are against the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose touches the tip of the nose, and they can feel each other's hot airflow every time they breathe.

"Help your lord to be distracted, this general has found a bargain." Bailige said in a deep voice, with strong flirtation and ambiguity between the lines.

"Let go of me." Fuxi stared at Bailige's eyes and said word by word, imprisoned in this embrace like an iron wall, unable to move at all.

"The Fuxi in the general's memory is an elegant and gentle man, why is it so cold tonight?" Bailige said meaningfully, with an even more evil smile on his lips, he kissed Fuxi's delicate pink lips and tasted it , soft and sweet.

Just when Bailige was about to ask for a further kiss, Fuxi blushed and turned his head away, and the gentle kiss fell on Fuxi's lovely round earlobe without stopping, the tip of his nose was filled with the faint body fragrance of the other party, unexpectedly carrying Bailige's crotch was hardened by the faintly seductive look.

I only heard Baili Ge's deep and hoarse voice calling ambiguously: "My brother Changyin, long time no see."

"Who is Guan Yixiao?"

Bailige was stunned for a moment, staring at Fuxi's side face strangely, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Why, is Changyin jealous?"

Fuxi's expression remained unchanged, as if the sky was calm, but his tone became more and more angry: "No."

"It's just an actor."

Fuxi clenched his fists tightly when he heard the words, and all the anger and grievance poured out uncontrollably: "So, what they said is true?"

"They?" The corners of Bailige's mouth twitched, who was chewing his tongue again.

"You will be exempted from the court for ten days, and you will invite actors into the mansion to sing every night." Fuxi looked at Bailige coldly, the anger in his eyes almost tore Bailige to pieces.

"Changyin is so angry to ask the teacher to blame, so it's because of this." Bailige smiled handsomely and suavely.

Fuxi snorted softly, taking advantage of Bailige's inattentiveness, and issued several silver needles in succession without showing mercy.

And Bailige looked at Fuxi in amazement, leaped over staggeringly, quickly put the silver needle in his hand to dissipate all the murderous aura.When he raised his eyes, he felt a sharp palm wind that disappeared quickly, and he thought of it, and secretly pulled the wound on his right shoulder forcefully, and the blood immediately stained his clothes red.

Fuxi sensitively sensed that something was wrong with Bailige, so he subconsciously slapped his palm towards another place, and when he hurried back to Bailige, he saw the bloody right shoulder of the other party, and he was in a state of panic: "Yi, what are you doing?" When did you get hurt?"

"Changyin...you are finally willing to call me..." Bailige broke out in cold sweat from the pain, but he showed a comfortable smile to Fuxi, as if he was not the one bleeding.

Seeing that the other party was so seriously injured, all Fuxi's anger just now was thrown out of the sky, he frowned slightly, he was obviously worried but insisted on a nonchalant expression, and said awkwardly: "It's better to die."

Bailige smiled weakly, but liked the cute appearance of the other party very much, so he stubbornly endured the severe pain of the wound and pulled Fuxi into his arms and hugged him tightly.

But Fuxi was not angry, and caringly supported Bailige back to his room, not seeing the triumphant smile in Bailige's eyes at all.

In the department of infatuation, like a long stream of lingering memories, it is endless.