longevity tree

Chapter 4

Not long after Dai Shen sat down, a veiled woman entered the hall, wearing a red skirt. When she walked up, the bead rings around her waist made clanking sounds. There was no extra decoration on her head, only A red hairpin was inserted in the hair, and the face under the veil was delicate and pleasant.Compared with Shui Shengyou, she has her own advantages, Shui Shengnian is a little more attractive, and Liu Zhenming is a little more beautiful.

Next to her was a little fox demon. When they came in, Qingyun noticed that spirit beasts could sense each other.Liu Zhenming lifted the veil, bowed slightly to King Shen in front of the hall, and sat down opposite.

During the banquet, there were various sounds of silk, bamboo and pipa, and the dancers were dancing Li Ji's dance in the middle. Song Wuyi watched their dresses dangling in front of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a little smile. Before I knew it, I finished eating the rice cake in front of me.Song Wuxin reached out to take it again, but the plate was already empty.Reluctantly, he lowered his fingers and tapped the beat on the table.

A hand was stretched out from the side, and a plate full of rice cakes was handed over. Lang Zhaoling smiled at him, and pointed to another plate of rice cakes beside him, meaning that I still have them here.Song Wuyi was stunned for a while, took the plate, and handed another piece to Qingyun next to him.

The hall was very lively, they were chatting with King Shen, their laughter reached Song Wuyi's ears from time to time, it was too noisy outside, the more noisy it was, the more empty the soul would be.Song Wuyi seemed to be drunk, and staggered into a precarious world, surrounded by countless crazy laughter, and messy figures, he closed his eyes, and magnified his senses, falling in disorder. The streamer disappeared, and when I opened my eyes again, it was still Qingming Palace.Song Wuwu didn't take a sip of the wine in his hand, and he wasn't drunk, but in such a lively place, he always gives people the illusion of being intoxicated, and makes people die quietly immersed in joy.

The excitement arouses the desire in the bottom of the heart, and those evil, cowardly, and shady things entangled in the body can finally be released.Song Wuxin looked at his wine glass, raised his head and drank it down. The more lively the occasion, the calmer his heart would be, and the more blurred the world, the clearer his eyes would be.He is used to prying into everyone's heart when there is a lot of people's voices, but he just doesn't say anything.

Song Wuyi looked at Lang Zhaoling quietly, he spoke decently and was gentle, his toasting gesture was bold and unrestrained, when no one was talking to him, he would just watch quietly, his eyes not revealing anything.

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It was already dark, and everyone left the hall with some alcohol. Liu Zhenming, a girl, was naturally not suitable to live with men like them, so she was led by Dai Shen to the East Courtyard. You took them to the west, and they passed through many corridors and pavilions along the way. At night, fireflies were flying, and some small, inaudible insects were chirping.

The moon was hanging high in the yard, and Abao was lying on the wooden fence waiting for Song Wuyi to come back. Abao was not within the scope of their invitation, so naturally he was not qualified to have dinner with them in the main hall. Taking him into Song Wuxin's yard early, Abao didn't cry or make trouble, and watched Song Wuxin coming from a distance, but didn't dare to greet him.

Song Wuxin patted Abao's head, saluted Shui Shengyou at the door, and retreated from each other.

At this time, Ling Zhaoling had just come out of the shower and saw Lang Ruihe practicing sword outside the house, so he picked up the flute on the table and exchanged a few moves with him.Lang Ruihe's sword slashed towards his face, Ling Zhaoling blocked it with his flute, the sword went crooked, and tore the hem of his clothes, Lang Ruihe picked up the piece of cloth with his sword, and chopped it into pieces in the air.

"Are you my brother? You're so ruthless. You can't cut off any clothes." Ling Zhaoling put away the flute and sat with him on the stone table in the yard.

Looking at his clothes, Lang Ruihe whispered in his ear, "Have you noticed that Dai Shen?" His tone was still cold, "He is not the son of King Shen, but he can sit on an equal footing with us at the banquet." What's even more strange is that a person of this status still has to do something like a servant to greet guests, what is his background?" Lang Ruihe moved very little when he spoke, looking at him from a distance like this , It's just a small fight between two brothers, nothing can be seen.

In fact, Lang Zhaoling was also surprised, but after all, he was in someone else's territory. It's not easy to ask about this kind of thing, let alone discuss it in private, but he could sense the seriousness in his tone, so he didn't say anything.

Lang Ruihe loosened his clothes and was about to go back to sleep. Ling Zhaoling was left playing his flute under the moonlight. The night wind blew the cloth strips on the ground. The sound startled the birds on the tree, and their snow-white feathers shook down together with the cold moonlight.

For the first time here, Song Wuyi turned over and over on the bed after taking a shower, so he put on his shoes and went out. When he went out, he glanced at Abao who was asleep. Abao was curled up and curled up into a small ball. She waved away the flying bugs for him, and blew out the candle in front of the bed.

Song Wuxin was lying on the roof, watching the moonlight shining into the yard not far away, a man was holding a flute in his hand, the moon was hanging above his head in the treetops, and the petals blown by the wind fell on him. shoulders, like a painting.

Ling Zhaoling played the flute, and his thoughts slowly returned to Muyan. At that time, he was still very young, and his elder brother always protected him. He didn't understand anything, but he knew that his father would bring a new one every few days. women come home, and these women fill up their house.His mother was gentle by nature and treated them well, but these women were always dissatisfied. They always knocked on the door in the middle of the night, cursed some nasty things, and poured dirty water on the windows.The eldest brother always let his mother hug his younger brother and stand in front of them himself. He also hoped that someone would hug him at this time, and hoped that his father would drive all these women out, but this was not the only woman that his father threw away. If you leave, there will be another woman.He is a man, he wants to protect his mother and brother.

Later, I don’t know when, the eldest brother became introverted and indifferent. He sharpened his edges and corners and became the armor of the younger brother. He abandoned all emotions, and nothing could move him anymore. The sharp blade of the lover, only himself, has nothing.

Those women's sharp voices and dirty words are like a knife hanging above his head, as long as he closes his eyes, the knife will fall. Lang Ruihe was woken up countless nights, and he never slept again A sense of security.So whenever there is a chance, Ling Zhaoling plays the flute while he sleeps, as if to tell him:

Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here.

He has always been well protected by his elder brother. His politeness and gentleness are all bought by his elder brother who restrained his cowardice for countless nights. The elder brother has already killed all his lovers by that lustful and incompetent father. In his heart, he only wanted to rebuild his armor to be stronger, but fortunately, he also had a younger brother.

The mother sent them to Li Ji, without her son by her side, how could she be all alone.

Song Wuyi looked at Ying Zhaoling for an unknown amount of time, but the sound of the flute was too gentle and the night wind was too cold. A Bao looked up at him in the yard, holding Song Wuxin's Cloak, Song Wuxin jumped down from the roof and squatted in front of Abao. Abao opened the cloak and put it on his body, then took out his hand and put it to his lips to breathe. Abao's hands are too small Unable to wrap herself up, she lifted off her clothes and put Song Wuyi's hand on her belly.

"Let's go back to sleep." Song Wuwu stretched out his hand from under his clothes, squeezed Abao's face, and led him into the room.

Ling Zhaoling put away the flute, and glanced at the door of the eldest brother's room from a distance. The facial features of the elder brother were illuminated by the faint candlelight, not as cold as in the daytime, and the bridge of the nose was glowing.