Fengyunyi

【Qinzhuang · Meihuawu】

Following the Taohuawu of the ancients, there is a Meihuawu in Qinzhuang, which can be said to be "the red snow is coldly picked up in the world, and the purple clouds are cut away from the dust and fragrance".If you want to say where the plum blossoms are the best in Shangyi, it must be the Plum Blossom Pier in Qinzhuang. There are no less than a hundred kinds of plum blossoms. It is simply a plum blossom grand view garden, a sea of ​​fragrant snow.

Tonight's Plum Blossom Pier was carefully decorated, and tonight's young master of the Qin family's birthday banquet was specially arranged in this plum grove, which also allowed many people to feast their eyes on the plum blossoms and drink, which was very interesting.

At dusk, Qin Feng and Qin Zhi greeted the guests outside the door, and no less than a hundred guests came in droves.

"Uncle Qin, Young Master Qin." Jiaodi's gentle voice made Qin Feng feel goosebumps all over his body, and looking around, it was his "unmarried wife" Yue Ranxin.

"Hahahaha Lao Yue, you're here." Qin Zhi greeted him calmly and greeted him for a while.

"Uncle Yue, Aunt Yue, everyone, please be polite." Qin Feng clasped his fists and saluted gracefully.

"Hahahaha, Qin Feng is becoming more and more heroic, just like when your father was young." Yue Yiqi also smiled admiringly, and patted Qin Feng's shoulder familiarly, as if the oolong marriage It did not affect the harmony of the two families at all.

But it was surging.

It wasn't until late at night that the guests sat down one by one. At the banquet, there was a staggering exchange of cups and chips, full of food and wine, or throwing pots or martial arts competitions, which always made everyone laugh.

Watching the martial arts competitions come to an end, Qin Zhi put down his wine glass and said with a smile, "Feng'er, don't practice martial arts anymore. Mr. Chen, Mr. Li, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang are not interested in fighting and killing."

Qin Feng turned around and retracted his sword, his movements were neat and suave, he looked at the officials' children kindly and said apologetically, "It's Qin Feng who didn't take good care of him."

"The owner of Qin Zhuang is a master of martial arts. It is a blessing for me to see this amazing martial arts." A slightly fat official said with a smile. The order to come to the dinner party also shows that the emperor attaches great importance to the Qin family.

Yun Cong smiled gently: "Young Master Qin just competed with everyone in martial arts, how about a drinking order?"

Qin Feng quickly answered the call, and said enthusiastically: "Good idea, then let's play 'Pai Qiling', what do you think?"

The so-called shooting of seven orders means that a group of people at the banquet will start from "one" first, and the others will shout the numbers "two, three, four..." in turn. ) and a set of sevens (a multiple of seven), the respondent will be silent.

"Okay, let's play!" Yue Qianyong raised his hands first, drunk, "The first one who makes a mistake will be fined one drink, and the second one will be fined twice, how about increasing in order?"

"Hahahaha, nephew Yue Xian is going to use up the old man's wine." Qin Zhi laughed loudly.

"Old Qin, it's a pity that you can't make that little wine, hahahahaha..." Luo Xiao also laughed.

"It's not a pity, it's not a pity, just play like this, whoever gets drunk can rest directly at the old man's place, how about when he sobers up and returns home?" Qin Zhi nodded repeatedly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone responded and the atmosphere became lively.

"Then let Mr. Shouxing drive first, and then turn to the right." Yun Cong looked at Qin Feng and said.

"Okay, let's start~" Qin Feng was in high spirits, and roared, "One"

"Two." Qin Zhi was next.

"Three." Qin Xue said.

"Four." Qin Yu continued.

"Five." Luo Xiao.

"Six." Luo Yi.

"Pa" Yuncong gracefully patted the table.

"Eight." Jiang Jingshu said lightly.

The next nine, ten, eleven... went smoothly, the rhythm became faster and faster, and the atmosphere became more and more tense. I hoped who would be the first to make a mistake.

"28." Yue Qianyong roared.

Immediately, the whole room was booing, and finally caught the first person who made a mistake.

"Master Yue, 28 is the dark seven." Yun Cong kindly reminded.

"Is that right...well, well, then I'll punish you with one drink, that's all." Yue Qianyong was dazed, and simply drank his glass of wine, "Now I'll call first, 29!"

As soon as the voice fell, the next person hadn't picked up the number yet, and the atmosphere was still so lively and warm. Yun Cong suddenly flew out with a slight sway, and had already fought an unexpected guest in black for more than ten rounds in mid-air. Everyone stood up in exclamation, and the whole hall was in an uproar , the heads of each sect and faction have different expressions, and they have their own calculations in their hearts.

Qin Feng immediately teleported to Jiang Jingshu and Jiang Litong's side to protect him, but he saw that Jiang Jingshu looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and he was playing with a cup of hot tea from time to time, taking a few sips from time to time, looking leisurely and elegant.

"Xiao Shu, be careful." Qin Feng frowned.

"The assassin didn't come to look for me, what am I afraid of." Jiang Jingshu laughed easily, and handed the tea in his hand to Qin Feng.

"what?"

"Suppression." Jiang Jingshu said leisurely, brought the tea to Qin Feng's mouth, and added abruptly, "Also, birthday gift."

"What a shock." Qin Feng glared at Jiang Jingshu, drank all the tea in Jiang Jingshu's hand, and said meaningfully, "Little Shu feeds me tea with her own hands... This gift is good, but It's not enough."

On the other side, Qin Zhi glared at each other, with thousands of hidden needles waving his sleeves, stabbing straight at the black-clothed assassin like raindrops: "Who dares to make a mistake in my Qinzhuang!"

The assassin was concerned about dodging the densely packed silver needle hidden weapons, but he ignored Yun Cong's capture, and felt that several big holes on his body were being held in the nick of time.

With a "bang", the black-clothed assassin fell into the courtyard.

When everyone surrounded him, like all dead men, the black-clothed assassin had committed suicide, and Li Meng immediately squatted beside the corpse to check and search.

"Report to the owner, but I didn't find it." Li Meng said.

"A Cong, are you okay?" Qin Feng asked with concern.

"It's okay." Yun Cong smiled and shook his head. He walked up to Qin Zhi and said, "I just saw this man in black flying past the house, and I shot him without reporting to Lord Qin. Please forgive me for being reckless."

"How could it be reckless? An assassin might endanger the guests here. Nephew Yun Xian made a decisive decision. It is the best policy to capture him." Qin Zhi nodded and said.

"This junior fought against the assassin, but he couldn't see what kind of martial arts the assassin used. I'm really ashamed." Yun Cong said regretfully.

"Since he is an assassin, he naturally won't use martial arts familiar to ordinary people." Yue Yiqi said deeply.

Qin Zhi thought about it in his own mind, he pondered for a moment, and cupped his hands and fists to the guests: "I'm really ashamed, I wanted to take advantage of my son's birthday to have a drink with all my friends, but this happened to spoil the fun."

"Where is the owner of Qin, we don't want this to happen. I think it's getting late now, so let's let it go tonight." Luo Xiao said, "It's better for the owner of Qin to handle the affairs of the village."

"It's been a long time tonight, we might as well get together next time." Yue Yiqi agreed.

"I'm really sorry, everyone." Qin Zhi cupped his fists in apologetic salute.

"It's easy to say, I'm drunk too, so I'll go back first."

"Master Qin, take your leave."

"Farewell."

The guests said their goodbyes and left one after another, thinking about each other. A lively birthday dinner came to a hasty end.

"Feng'er, you are tired too, go back and rest." Qin Zhi said.

"Father, this..." Qin Feng hesitated to speak.

"Our Qin family is a family of martial arts, and we also came from fighting and fighting. It's not surprising that some enemies seek revenge." Qin Zhi patted Qin Feng's shoulder and smiled, "Why, our young master was scared to death? "

"No." Qin Feng pouted and said.

"Our Qin Zhuang is not so easy to bully." Qin Zhi touched Qin Feng's head and said lovingly, "Father will protect you."

"Father, it's almost time for me to protect you and Qin Zhuang." Qin Feng laughed.

"You boy, it's good not to cause trouble for me." Qin Zhi pretended to be angry, "It's late, go back to bed for me."

"Yes, yes." Qin Feng nodded obediently.

After Qin Feng left, Qin Zhi called Li Meng.

"Has the person sent to Yuemen come back?" Qin Zhi asked gloomyly.

"Not yet." Li Meng replied, he suddenly lowered his voice, "Master." Then he quietly spread his palm to indicate a small wooden cylinder in his hand.

"To the ancestral hall." Qin Zhi's expression suddenly became very hasty, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, "This, throw it to the dogs." After saying that, he left the banquet in a hurry.

The banquet that was lively and lively a while ago was suddenly deserted, and only the maids were busy up and down to clean up.

The world is changeable and eventful.

*****

The east side door of Qin Zhuang is for the servants to go in and out to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt in the village. There is no lighting, so it looks a bit desolate and gloomy, and no one comes in or out late at night.

With a "creak", the door opened from the inside, and an old woman walked out vigilantly, looking around.

"There's no one around, don't worry, Mama Lin."

The man in the black cloak in the dark night had a friendly and comfortable voice. Mama Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up to the cloaked man in small steps.

"Young Master Yun." Mama Lin bowed respectfully, "Except for the ancestral hall, I have searched everywhere, but found nothing."

"What happened to the ancestral hall?" The man pulled down the brim of his cloak, looking like Yun Cong,

"No one is allowed to enter or leave the ancestral hall of the Qin family. Qin Zhi has always cleaned it himself, saying that this is a family motto, and that the ancestral hall must be enshrined by the patriarch." Mama Lin said in detail, "I sneaked into the ancestral hall to check it out, but I was called to the ancestral hall on the way. The dining room helped, so I had to give up, but after I came out, it seemed that an assassin in black had sneaked into the ancestral hall."

"What did the assassin in black find?"

"I don't know that."

"It seems that this assassin in black is the one I captured at the banquet." Yun Cong thought for a long time.

"Master Yun, what should I do next?"

"Find another chance to enter the ancestral hall."

"Yes."

The conversation in the dark night was short, and in an instant the mysterious alley was deserted, only the side door of Qinzhuang was closed again with a "creak".

【Yuemen】

Yue Yiqi walked into the house with a gloomy expression, followed by his wife and daughter. He glanced at Yue Qianyong who was about to speak, and then asked his wife and daughter to go back to the room to rest. .

"Qianyong, how do you choose people." Yue Yiqi said with a bad face.

"Father, I..." Yue Qianyong was speechless.

"It's a good thing he's dead." Yue Yiqi looked serious, "Nothing was found on him, we can still plan for the next time."

"Tomorrow, I will make an appointment with Qin Feng and the others to set off for the Qingshan School together," Yue Qianyong said.

"Pay close attention to their actions along the way." Yue Yiqi said in a deep voice, "You should understand that behind them are the Qin family and the Luo family."

"Well, my child understands." Yue Qianyong nodded.

"Who!" Yue Yiqi suddenly looked towards the roof.

The guests said their goodbyes and left one after another, thinking about each other. A lively birthday dinner came to a hasty end.

"Feng'er, you are tired too, go back and rest." Qin Zhi said.

"Father, this..." Qin Feng hesitated to speak.

"Our Qin family is a family of martial arts, and we also came from fighting and fighting. It's not surprising that some enemies seek revenge." Qin Zhi patted Qin Feng's shoulder and smiled, "Why, our young master was scared to death? "

"No." Qin Feng pouted and said.

"Our Qin Zhuang is not so easy to bully." Qin Zhi touched Qin Feng's head and said lovingly, "Father will protect you."

"Father, it's almost time for me to protect you and Qin Zhuang." Qin Feng laughed.

"You boy, it's good not to cause trouble for me." Qin Zhi pretended to be angry, "It's late, go back to bed for me."

"Yes, yes." Qin Feng nodded obediently.

After Qin Feng left, Qin Zhi called Li Meng.

"Has the person sent to Yuemen come back?" Qin Zhi asked gloomyly.

"Not yet." Li Meng replied, he suddenly lowered his voice, "Master." Then he quietly spread his palm to indicate a small wooden cylinder in his hand.

"To the ancestral hall." Qin Zhi's expression suddenly became very hasty, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, "This, throw it to the dogs." After saying that, he left the banquet in a hurry.

The banquet that was lively and lively a while ago was suddenly deserted, and only the maids were busy up and down to clean up.

The world is changeable and eventful.

*****

The east side door of Qin Zhuang is for the servants to go in and out to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt in the village. There is no lighting, so it looks a bit desolate and gloomy, and no one comes in or out late at night.

With a "creak", the door opened from the inside, and an old woman walked out vigilantly, looking around.

"There's no one around, don't worry, Mama Lin."

The man in the black cloak in the dark night had a friendly and comfortable voice. Mama Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up to the cloaked man in small steps.

"Young Master Yun." Mama Lin bowed respectfully, "Except for the ancestral hall, I have searched everywhere, but found nothing."

"What happened to the ancestral hall?" The man pulled down the brim of his cloak, looking like Yun Cong,

"No one is allowed to enter or leave the ancestral hall of the Qin family. Qin Zhi has always cleaned it himself, saying that this is a family motto, and that the ancestral hall must be enshrined by the patriarch." Mama Lin said in detail, "I sneaked into the ancestral hall to check it out, but I was called to the ancestral hall on the way. The dining room helped, so I had to give up, but after I came out, it seemed that an assassin in black had sneaked into the ancestral hall."

"What did the assassin in black find?"

"I don't know that."

"It seems that this assassin in black is the one I captured at the banquet." Yun Cong thought for a long time.

"Master Yun, what should I do next?"

"Find another chance to enter the ancestral hall."

"Yes."

The conversation in the dark night was short, and in an instant the mysterious alley was deserted, only the side door of Qinzhuang was closed again with a "creak".

【Yuemen】

Yue Yiqi walked into the house with a gloomy expression, followed by his wife and daughter. He glanced at Yue Qianyong who was about to speak, and then asked his wife and daughter to go back to the room to rest. .

"Qianyong, how do you choose people." Yue Yiqi said with a bad face.

"Father, I..." Yue Qianyong was speechless.

"It's a good thing he's dead." Yue Yiqi looked serious, "Nothing was found on him, we can still plan for the next time."

"Tomorrow, I will make an appointment with Qin Feng and the others to set off for the Qingshan School together," Yue Qianyong said.

"Pay close attention to their actions along the way." Yue Yiqi said in a deep voice, "You should understand that behind them are the Qin family and the Luo family."

"Well, my child understands." Yue Qianyong nodded.

"Who!" Yue Yiqi suddenly looked towards the roof, pulled out his long silver whip from his waist and slashed across the air, and ruthlessly killed the hidden man in black. Moved to attack the uninvited guest on the roof.

"Keep alive." Yue Yiqi said coldly, "I want to see who dares to attack my Yuemen at night!"

The man in black was besieged by the father and son and could only run away with all his strength. Suddenly, a burst of sword energy came out of nowhere during the match of moves. Without both sides noticing, the sword energy quickly and accurately attacked the father and son of the Yue family. , Straight to the gate of life.

The father and son of the Yue family felt that the man in black was trying his best to fight back, so they turned around and backed away without thinking about it. The man in black quickly seized the opportunity to hide in the night and disappeared without a trace.

"Qin Zhi's people." Yue Yiqi sneered.

"Father, what should I do!" Yue Qianyong was very nervous.

"I want to go with me, but it's a pity that what he wants is not in Yuemen." Yue Yiqi smiled sarcastically, put away the long whip and turned away as if nothing had happened.

Second Monk Yue Qianyongzhang was puzzled, worried and confused, so he could only obey his father and go back to his room to rest.

The moonlight is blurry tonight, like a game of chess at a loss, who will win the game.

【Qinzhuang Ancestral Hall】

Rows of spiritual tablets are enshrined day and night, incense is lingering, red candles are peaceful, and the ancestral hall is always the most holy place.

When Qin Zhi suddenly pushed the door open and entered, the cold snow disrupted the warm scent of incense in the ancestral hall, he frowned deeply, and went straight to the row of coffins to take down Meng Rui's coffin.

A holy Ouija holds a dirty secret.

Qin Zhi pressed a small mechanism on the bottom of the spiritual tablet, and a hidden space was opened on the back of the spiritual tablet, but there was nothing in the hidden space!

Qin Zhi's face darkened, he looked at Li Meng who was standing beside him and said coldly, "Where's that little wooden cylinder!"

"This subordinate just found it on the assassin." Li Meng respectfully handed the small wooden tube to Qin Zhi, "Just now there was a large audience, in order to avoid crowds, the subordinates hid it privately, hoping that the owner will make amends."

"You did a good job." Qin Zhi nodded appreciatively, and hastily opened the small wooden tube to take out a stack of rolled up letters inside. When he saw the contents of the letters clearly, his face turned blue and then pale, and he put the letter back together again. Put those letters back into the hidden compartment of the spirit tablet.

"The owner?"

"Yue Yiqi!" Qin Zhi slammed his fist on the table, gnashing his teeth.

"The owner means that the assassin was sent by Yuemen?" Li Meng was surprised.

"Yeah." Qin Zhi put his hands behind his back, pacing thoughtfully, "He stole the letters I exchanged with him back then, it seems that Yue Yiqi wanted to be with me."

"Fortunately, the assassin didn't succeed." Li Meng sweated.

"Yuemen has already come to the door, and the most urgent thing is to get rid of Yuemen first." Qin Zhi waved his hands with a serious expression, "The Luo family will take it easy... No, the Luo family must make good use of it."

"But...the subordinates are worried that he will jump over the wall in a hurry and die with death." Li Meng said worriedly, "After all, he also has a copy of these letters."

"Yue Yiqi won't be so stupid. If everything is destroyed, the Luo family will become the biggest winner." Qin Zhi shook his head and said slowly, "Before Yue Yiqi, let the Luo family be used by me."

"What the owner said is true, let alone we have the upper hand right now." Li Meng nodded and said.

At that moment, there was a rhythmic knocking sound from the window sill of the ancestral hall, Qin Zhi frowned slightly, walked to the window sill and opened the window, there was no one outside except a gust of cold wind.

"Subordinates see the owner."

Qin Zhi turned his head and saw a man in black knelt down in the ancestral hall to salute.

"How about Yuemen?" Qin Zhi asked.

"I didn't find anything." The man in black looked indifferent.

"It's expected." Qin Zhi was not surprised, he continued, "Now we're standing still, you go down first."

"Yes." The man in black clasped his fists with Li Meng.

As soon as the man in black left, Qin Feng's clear voice came from outside.

"Father~Dad~"

After saying that, Qin Feng pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall, and seeing Qin Zhi holding his mother's spirit tablet in his hand, he understood, "Father, I knew you were here."

"Our young master can still predict the future?" Qin Zhi couldn't help but be kind, and the ruthlessness just now was wiped away.

"Today is my child's birthday, and it's also my mother's death day." Qin Feng's tone was also tinged with sadness. For 20 years, every day today, he went to the ancestral mausoleum to hold sacrifices in the morning, and held the birthday ceremony at night.

"En." Qin Zhi looked moved, and put the tablet back to its original position, "Kowtow to your mother."

Qin Feng nodded, knelt down on the futon and kowtowed three times.

"Father, I want to ask you something."

"ask."

"Did you wear a small bracelet for me when I was born?" Qin Feng stood up and asked. The small bracelet that he saw in Shilan that day has always been a mystery to him, until today he mustered up the courage to ask.

"No." Qin Zhi looked at Qin Feng strangely, "Why do you ask like that?"

"Oh, I see that newborn babies wear it on their wrists." Qin Feng shrugged, "I don't have it."

"You have your mother's hairpin." Qin Zhi smiled, "Why do you want it? Dad will have one for you some other day."

"Just talking, I'm already that old." Qin Feng smiled, thinking that the name on the small bracelet was similar to his own by chance.

"I'm going out tomorrow, so be careful." Qin Zhi said worriedly.

"With Ah Cong, Brother Ah Yi, Yue Qianyong and Mr. Jiang walking together, nothing will happen." Qin Feng said casually, "With so many people, are you afraid of being bullied?"

"I'm afraid you'll bully others." Qin Zhi snorted coldly, "By the way, let Gong Ling follow you to take care of you."

"Ah! No need, the little bell can't bear it all the way." Qin Feng subconsciously refused, curling his lips with displeasure, "I am a dignified Young Master Qin, I always take a servant with me wherever I go. Heroic temperament."

"Your father and I were already well-known all over the world when we were your age. You are so talented, you want to be a hero if you open your mouth and open your hands since childhood?" Qin Zhi poured cold water on him mercilessly.

"That Gong Ling's three-legged cat kung fu, when the time comes..."

"That's what you said." Qin Zhi stared at Qin Feng, "Mr. Jiang is just a commoner, and he also travels around? Besides, Gong Ling can learn martial arts, so there is no problem in protecting himself."

Qin Feng was blocked back immediately, he held his stomach full of sulking: "Oh, Dad... Isn't this to exercise my son's ability to venture into the rivers and lakes alone~"

"It's useless to say anything. If you don't bring Gong Ling with you, you might as well not go." Qin Zhi threw down the ultimatum, "You see."

"Overbearing." Qin Feng lowered his head and rolled his eyes and muttered.

"Your father and I are so domineering, what do you want?" Qin Zhi chuckled confidently, "Why, the young master is not convinced?"

"How dare you, I'm going back to my room to rest, and I'm going out early tomorrow morning." Qin Feng held his breath, saluted in a dawdly manner, and left the ancestral hall.

"Gong Ling must be brought to me." Qin Zhi said seriously.

"Got it." Qin Feng roared without turning his head, and suddenly disappeared.

Seeing Qin Feng leave completely, Qin Zhi looked at Li Meng and said, "Let's leave things as they are, and pay close attention to Yuemen's actions."

"Do you need to send someone to secretly protect the young master?" Li Meng said.

"It's enough to have Gong Ling following. If we send someone to protect him secretly, if this kid finds out, he might have trouble with me again." Qin Zhi smiled and said helplessly, "Let him live the life of a hero." Addiction."

"Yes."

"Go and explain the matter to Gong Ling." Qin Zhi waved his hand and said.

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

After everyone left, the ancestral hall returned to its original peace, and the red candles and incense burned quietly, as if trying to get rid of the trace of filth left in the air.

【Jiangyuan·Xining Pavilion】

The incense in the pavilion is elegant and the stove is warm. Jiang Jingshu sits alone in front of the desk reading the scriptures quietly. His thin body is wrapped in thick fox fur. A cup of purple sand is lightly sipped, and the gestures are graceful and graceful, unique and proud, revealing the most pure and shallow corner of the Buddha world.

The last light of the red candle flickered and gradually faded away. In an instant, the whole room fell into darkness, and the cold moonlight fell from the window sill to every corner of the room, reflecting an indifferent shadow.

Jiang Jingshu calmly relighted the candlestick in front of the desk, and the warm and jumping red flames were reflected in his indifferent and cold eyes, as if even the warmth had turned into tranquility.

The room was bright again, he gathered the fox fur on his body, his eyes drifted involuntarily to the door, and he returned to the book after only a moment's fixation, only the sound of "Sasha" reading was left in the room.

In the middle of the night, it was snowy and chilly, and suddenly there was a "knock, knock" knock on the door, breaking the tranquility of the snowy night.

"Come in." Jiang Jingshu responded lightly, as if he had expected a visitor long ago.

The door opened and the wind blew, and the cold air entered the Nuan Pavilion, and even the candlelight trembled. The visitor hurriedly closed the door for fear that Jiang Jingshu would catch the cold again. He looked at the person who lit the lamp and read at night, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is it so late in the middle of the night? reading a book?"

"There is a house of gold in the book, and in the book..."

"There is Qin Zixu in the book."

Jiang Jingshu looked up at the man in black fox fur, with an elegant smile on his brows and eyes: "Nonsense."

It was Qin Feng who came. Although he was twenty years old and his face was still a little childish, his whole figure was tall and straight, and he was dressed in a dark fox fur that made him look heroic.

"If it wasn't for Qin Zixu in the book, how could my little Shu not go to bed so late and still read it." Qin Feng teased.

"Poor mouth." Jiang Jingshu said angrily, "You don't go to bed so late, but you still come here."

"You're just right. You're not like me. You don't need to sleep for three days." Qin Feng patted his firm chest triumphantly, and sat down in front of Jiang Jingshu. He raised his hand to caress Jiang Jingshu's pale face. Looking at her face, she said distressedly, "Why are you still so weak, did you drink medicine to recuperate?"

"Healed from a serious illness, how could he be in high spirits all of a sudden." Jiang Jingshu comforted.

"Don't work too hard, take care of yourself, I won't sleep well when you are sick." Qin Feng said helplessly, his words were full of tenderness and love.

Jiang Jing smiled without saying a word, poured a cup of hot tea for Qin Feng, and turned his eyes to the book in his hand again, ignoring this childish boy, while Qin Feng held the teacup in one hand to warm his hand and supported it on the table with the other. Gills, looking tenderly at the quiet and handsome man in front of him, he loves every inch,

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Jingshu didn't raise his head, but he could feel Qin Feng's burning and doting gaze.

"Missing you." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu and smiled dotingly, his eyes curved like crescent moons, as if he was very satisfied just looking at the other party's head down reading a book.

"Young Master Qin is really easy to talk about love." Jiang Jingshu said with a light smile.

"I just told you love words." Qin Feng took a sip of hot tea and said ambiguously, "Xiao Shu, let's talk about business."

"Tell me."

"When do you plan to consummate the house with me..."

Before the words were finished, with a "pop", a book flew straight to Qin Feng's smiling face.

"Read more sage books." Jiang Jingshu said elegantly and lightly, taking a sip of tea without raising his head.

Even if a book is smashed in the face, Qin Feng is not annoyed, his eyes are full of hot love, and his smile is ambiguous and gentle: "Xiao Shu is always shy..."

With a "snap", another book hit Qin Feng's face straight.

After the book fell down, Qin Feng still kept a smile on his face, and continued to say rascally: "Well, I'm getting angry from embarrassment."

Sure enough, after finishing the sentence, a book was thrown at Qin Feng's face again, and this time Qin Feng learned to be smart, and quickly dodged sideways, shook his head and said, "You little heartless, is this how you repay my young master?"

With a "snap", Qin Feng was hit by the book again unprepared. The smug smile on his face has not faded away, and the whole person stayed in place, and it took a long time to react.

"Fortunately, you don't know martial arts, otherwise there would be another big devil in the martial arts world." Qin Feng said sadly.

Jiang Jingshu looked up at Qin Feng who seemed to be angry, and said calmly as if nothing had happened: "Are you angry?"

"Absolutely not." Qin Feng repeatedly shook his head in denial, looking at Jiang Jingshu tenderly and affectionately, "It's too late for me to love you, how can I be angry with you."

Jiang Jingshu was not moved by Qin Feng's tenderness, and said coldly: "Okay, pick up the book."

"Hey! Got it." Qin Feng was all smiles, he worked hard and happily helped Jiang Jingshu pick up the books on the floor and put them back on the table, and couldn't help muttering, "Your uncle."

"What did you say?"

"No." Qin Feng looked innocent and dumbfounded.

"Find out that <Tea Talk Collection>." Jiang Jingshu continued to give orders calmly.

"Still watching? It's time to go to bed." Qin Feng said disapprovingly, "How dare you stay up late with such a weak body."

"You don't care about me." Jiang Jingshu glanced at Qin Feng.

"You can hit me, scold me, hit me, order me around, but I really want to take care of you." Qin Feng became serious, and immediately got up and walked to Jiang Jingshu's side, without giving the other party a chance to resist, he directly hugged him .

"What are you doing...Qin Zixu! Let me down!" Jiang Jingshu lay in Qin Feng's arms and struggled dissatisfiedly, with a look of sadness on his beautiful eyes.

"I can't see that Mr. Jiang is still so delicate." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu in his arms and smiled lightly.

"I'll sleep naturally when I'm sleepy, you put me down!" Jiang Jingshu glared at Qin Feng.

"It's not up to you. When you go to bed in the future, I can decide." Qin Feng said domineeringly, the young master of the martial arts family naturally had amazing strength, and easily carried Jiang Jingshu back to the bed.

As soon as Jiang Jingshu got out of Qin Feng's confinement, he sat up, but when he was about to get out of bed, he was held back by Qin Feng's serious and threatening eyes, and could only sit quietly on the bed.

Qin Feng carefully and considerately took off the fox fur for Jiang Jingshu, he took Jiang Jingshu's hand and kissed it affectionately, and smiled ambiguously: "Sleep obediently by yourself, or should I touch your bed?"

Seeing Qin Feng's undisguised ambiguous affection, Jiang Jingshu's pale face was stained with an unnatural blush, subconsciously lying on the bed with his back to Qin Feng and pulling up the quilt.

"Qingmo~" Qin Feng called affectionately, and hugged Jiang Jingshu sweetly in his arms through the thick quilt, he kissed the other's red ears fiercely and sucked lingeringly.

Jiang Jingshu trembled all over and did not dare to move, his long eyelashes quivered slightly, and his breath became short of breath.

It wasn't until the white neck was sucked and entwined with an ambiguous hickey that Qin Feng let go with satisfaction. He reluctantly pressed his face to Jiang Jingshu's rosy cheek, and the two breathed hot and lingering together.

"Pour ink."

"Ok?"

"Maybe you don't believe me, but I really love you."

Jiang Jingshu was shocked, and lowered his eyes unnaturally, he clutched the quilt tightly for a long time, unable to respond with a word.

"Okay, let's go to bed." Qin Feng smiled indifferently and got up from Jiang Jingshu, anticipating that there would be no response.

The ambiguous oppressive feeling on his body was far away, and Jiang Jingshu felt empty and panicked in his heart. Just as he turned around to say something, his eyes suddenly became dark, and Qin Feng's figure could no longer be seen clearly.

"Zixu?" Jiang Jingshu quickly sat up and called out, and was immediately locked tightly in a warm and familiar embrace.

"Why, you thought I was going to leave, panicked?" Qin Feng pushed Jiang Jingshu back on the bed, and the two shared the bed, snuggling under the quilt.

Jiang Jingshu quietly let Qin Feng hug him to sleep, and couldn't help holding Qin Feng's arm wrapped around his waist. The two were so close that he could feel Qin Feng's every move. a breath.

"I came here specifically to have you accompany me to celebrate my birthday, why would I leave?" Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's brow and said softly, "But tomorrow I will get up early and go home, my father will send me out."

Jiang Jingshu lay comfortably in Qin Feng's arms, he smiled lightly and said, "Do you like that painting?"

"Speaking of this, you really only gave me one painting?" Qin Feng said sadly.

"Then what else do you want?" Jiang Jingshu said dissatisfied.

"I want you." Qin Feng said meaningfully.

The ambiguous but serious words made Jiang Jingshu's face blush, his heart beat so fast that he almost jumped out of his chest, and the hand holding Qin Feng's shoulder was also exerted force, and the manic struggle forced him out of breath.

"Qingmo, I will not let you down." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu tenderly, waiting patiently for the other party to agree to him.

Jiang Jingshu became confused, he looked at Qin Feng's expectant and affectionate eyes, his suppressed love instantly overwhelmed all his rationality, and in a daze he supported the other's shoulder and raised his body to offer a kiss.

As soon as their lips touched, Qin Feng turned over excitedly and pressed Jiang Jingshu under his body, kissed deeply and lingeringly, pouring out his heartfelt love.In the quiet and fragrant hibiscus tent, the two embraced each other, their lips and teeth intertwined, and their breath blended together. Their messy hair was scattered on the couch, tangled and knotted. The two of them were burning like dry wood, and their clothes, which were as thin as cicada's wings, were scattered all over the floor.

Qin Feng sucked and licked the sweet person in his arms fiercely like going crazy. His hot lips kissed the smooth and white chest, the narrow and soft waist, and gently spread the opponent's legs, and Jiang Jing Lyric is completely robbed of everything.

The moonlight shines softly, and the madness in the hibiscus tent is unstoppable, entangled like flowers and vines, lingering and sinking, it is logical but so crazy, sweet tenderness is soaked into the air bit by bit.

"Hmm..." Jiang Jingshu was so kissed that he lost all his sanity, he looked at Qin Feng in a daze, the mist in his beautiful eyes was full of affection, and his soft panting and moaning were even more tactful and attractive.

Qin Feng's eyes sank and he made up his mind, he gently supported Jiang Jingshu's slender waist, and bit by bit his stiff penis penetrated into the tender buds that had never been violated... only heard Jiang Jingshu's Aggrieved and crying soft moans echoed in the hibiscus tent.

"Zixu, don't mess around...it hurts..."

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a while." Qin Feng kissed Jiang Jingshu's frowning brows distressedly to comfort him, carefully