Baishou loses Shaohua

When he woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun, and Ji Yinghan, who was used to getting up before dawn to practice martial arts and calligraphy, was a little unaccustomed to the glaring light. He squinted his eyes and raised his hands to cover them.On the wrist, a red thread came into view, and Ji Yinghan was slightly taken aback.

He felt the warm chest pressed against his back and the arms on his waist and abdomen.Ji Yinghan remembered the madness and indulgence last night, and his face burned uncontrollably.

"Are you awake?" At this moment, Xuan Lie woke up, retracted his arms, and pulled Ji Yinghan into his arms.

"En." Ji Yinghan responded, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse.

Xuan Lie stretched out one hand to attach Ji Yinghan's, and interlocked his fingers.Moved the red line to Ji Yinghan's eyes.

"I begged at Yuelao Temple yesterday, and I heard it was very effective." Xuan Lie kissed Ji Yinghan on the shoulder, and leaned into his ear and said, "You are mine now."

Ji Yinghan blushed and dodged away, and gently broke free from Xuan Lie's embrace and sat up.He looked around and took Xuanlie's outer robe from the bedside, put it on his body, and got out of bed.Ji Yinghan usually wears white, but Xuanlie's clothes are darker in color, which makes him look thinner when wrapped around Ji Yinghan's body.Xuan Lie stared up at Ji Yinghan's exposed calf.Ji Yinghan was thinner than Xuan Lie, he walked to the piano case and bent over, his robe slipped down to reveal his white left shoulder, and a clear cross scar on it.

Xuan Lie stared at the cross scar, remembering that day, in the East Han Building, he could not help but be distracted by pressing the wound for Ji Yinghan.From then on, he began to feel sorry for him.No, maybe from earlier, from the night when we first met, from his tear, from his lonely and sad back.

From then on, he began to like him.

Now, there are dots of red plums printed around the scar, which are delicate and eye-catching.Xuan Lie raised the corners of his lips, what he thought that day, he got today.In all these, the satisfaction of the heart far exceeds the pleasure of the body.

Ji Yinghan felt in his wrinkled white clothes on the couch, held something in his palm and walked to the bed.He opened his hand, and in his palm lay the white jade pendant that he bought at Liubifang for 3000 taels of silver the day before. The difference was that the jade pendant now had more red tassels than yesterday.He took the bamboo flute that Xuan Lie had kept on the bedside, and tied it on.

"You bought it for me?" Xuan Lie was a little surprised, he didn't arrive first, and the jade pendant Ji Yinghan bought in front of him turned out to be for himself.

"Of course it's for you." Ji Yinghan handed the bamboo flute to Xuanlie.The black flute and the white jade are beautiful.

"You went looking for this tassel yesterday?" Xuan Lie took the bamboo flute from Ji Yinghan's hand, holding the jade pendant in his palm cherishingly.

"En." Ji Yinghan nodded, with a three-point smile on the corner of his lips, as soft as sunlight slanting through the window.

After breakfast, Ji Yinghan practiced his sword in the yard unmoved, while Xuanlie leaned on the recliner, watching with relish.

Ji Yinghan held a sword flower, and with the sword in his right hand, his wrist lightly pressed the long sword and flew towards the peach tree in front, just in time to cut a falling petal in half, then turned around and fell back steadily Ji Yinghan's left hand.Ji Yinghan's left shoulder injury has healed, and this move of "Reincarnation" has become more and more superb.

Tired of practicing, Ji Yinghan put away the long sword and sat opposite Xuan Lie.Xuanlie pushed the tea, which had been dried to a perfect temperature, to Ji Yinghan.Xuan Lie was idle and bored, so he took out Ji Yinghan's long sword and took a look.The body of the sword is made of fine iron, thin and very sharp.

"Is this sword a family heirloom?" Xuan Lie asked.

"This sword is called 'Wen Han', and it was given to me by my uncle." Ji Yinghan put down his teacup.

"uncle?"

"Well, the only relative I have left." Ji Yinghan narrowed his eyes to see a falcon flying by in the sky.

"Then your martial arts..."

"It was also taught by my uncle, even the set of swordsmanship left by my father was also taught to me by my uncle." Ji Yinghan lowered his head, lost in memory, "I was only seven years old when the accident happened at home, and I didn't understand anything When I was young, my loyal old servant rescued me with desperate protection and went to my uncle. In the next ten years, my uncle raised me, and he treated me as his own, and passed on all his martial arts knowledge to me."

"In this case, your uncle should be a well-known knight in the martial arts world, but I don't know his name."

"Uncle... I don't want to compete with others and I don't want to attract the attention of my enemies, so I have always kept my name incognito." After saying this, Ji Yinghan drank the tea in his hand and got up with his sword, "Uncle has something for me." The grace of regeneration is hard to repay in this life."

Xuan Lie saw Ji Yinghan's Wenhan sword dancing in a hunting style, and couldn't help thinking that apart from the two obvious arrow wounds and burns on Ji Yinghan's body, there were also some shallow and small scars.Those scars were probably accumulated by years of hard training in martial arts, and many of them are almost invisible. It is conceivable that Ji Yinghan was still young when he was injured.Such a small child has already suffered so much.Hearing Ji Yinghan mention that his family was killed by the enemy when he was seven years old, Xuan Lie thought to himself that the burns should be left by the enemy, but he didn't know what kind of person was so cruel that he was so cruel to a seven-year-old child Under such a ruthless hand.

It wasn't until noon that Xuan Lie realized that he hadn't seen Ye Nanqing and Yun Xin for a long time, and the door of the two people's room was also closed and no one came in or out.

"Did you go out?" Xuan Lie was a little puzzled.

"Why don't you go over and have a look." Ji Yinghan said.

"Okay." Xuan Lie walked towards the opposite room.

"Nan Qing? Yun Xin?" Standing at the door, Xuan Lie called the door, but no one answered.

Ji Yinghan raised his hand and tapped on the door, but the door opened with a "squeak".Ye Nanqing and Yun Xin were not in the room, and a letter was left on the round wooden table in the room.On the envelope was Ye Nanqing's chic handwriting, which read: From Xuan Lie Ying Han.

Xuan Lie picked up the envelope and exchanged a glance with Ji Yinghan, then pulled out a neatly folded letter paper from inside.

Letter:

Xuanlie, Yinghan.

I have been away for a while, and now I am a little concerned about things at home, thinking that Heng Bo is old, and I can't bear his overwork, so I discussed with Yun Xin and decided to return to Mausoleum.It was all because of a temporary idea, so I didn't inform you in time, and because I couldn't bear to disturb my dream, I left the book and left.If you are impolite, please return Haihan.

In addition, Mr. Rong went out to look for an old friend, and the date of return has not yet been determined.Please let me inform the two of you on your behalf.

I hope you cherish it, don't read it.

Ye Nanqing, Yun Xinliu.

Xuan Lie shook his head with a helpless smile after reading the letter left by Ye Nanqing: "Nan Qing always envied me to travel around, but now he finally has the opportunity but still can't let go of family affairs and business. It's hard that the head of the family is not as good as me Alone at ease."

Ji Yinghan took the letter in Xuanlie's hand, and read it carefully again.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Lie was about to step out the door with his right foot, but found Ji Yinghan frowning at the thin letter paper, "Is there any problem?"

"It's nothing." Ji Yinghan folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope, "I just think they left too hastily."

Xuan Lie came back and pulled Ji Yinghan's hand: "I know, you are worried about Yun Xin. Don't worry, Nan Qing will treat him kindly."

"En." Ji Yinghan nodded, but didn't say anything more.

"It's just that it seems like there are only two of us left." Xuan Lie stretched his waist, turned his head to look at Ji Yinghan, and smiled brighter than the sun above his head, "It seems not bad."