[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Knowing that incident was actually very accidental. Two years ago, Nanwang went to Beijing to meet the emperor, but he didn't expect that the Tianyan he saw was exactly the same as his own son. After he calmed down, he realized that this was an excellent Chance.

Li Daitao froze.

If planned properly, it may not be impossible.

It's not that Nan Wang really has no brains, but the benefits are too amazing, it seems that with just a little step, the whole world can fall into the palm of his hand.

He is tempted, he can't be tempted, no matter how good the feudal king is, how can he compare with the Ninth Five-Year King.

That being the case, in order to make the plan successful, it is necessary to find an absolutely suitable helper.

Nanwang didn't think of Ye Gucheng at first.

Although his son worshiped the famous Baiyun City Lord, he knew that Ye Gucheng was not easy to manipulate. It was not easy to tie the other party to his warship, but it was still easy to provoke him. anger each other.

But this kind of rebellious thing is almost impossible in the court, so Nanwang had no choice but to focus on the palace, and he spent a lot of money to finally get on the line with the people around the emperor.

However, how heavily guarded the court is, just having internal support is far from enough to support this daring plan.

Nan Wang had no choice but to set his sights on the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Nan Wang suddenly felt that Ye Gucheng was indeed a very suitable candidate. He had everything in fame, strength, and status. Most importantly, he still had some connection with his family.

So he asked Chang Yu to tell the whole story to the Lord of Baiyun City. He was not afraid of Ye Gucheng telling the story, because no matter how famous Baiyun City was, it was also the place where foreigners lived. What's more, Ye Gucheng was just A quack.

And the response of the Baiyun city lord was that there was no response.

The matter dragged on for more than half a year, and Nan Wang thought that Ye Gucheng's willingness to come to the Central Plains was intentional.

But he didn't want to, he still refused.

Ye Gucheng originally wanted to go back to Baiyun City first, and then go to Ximen Chuuxue.

But after he set foot on the Central Plains again, he heard that Ximen Chuixue had gone to the south of the Yangtze River, and when he saw the man, he was holding a woman in his arms.

Sun Xiuqing finally met Ximen Chuuxue.

The corners of her lips were filled with bright red that flowed out uncontrollably, but her right hand was still tightly grasping Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve,

"You and I have a grudge against our master, no matter how much I like you, I should, I should draw my sword."

"But now, I, I'm dying, Ximen Chuuxue, I like you, ahem, I'm here, a long time ago, when I saw you, I liked you, you."

No matter how indifferent Ximen Chuuxue is, he is still a man after all, and he will always feel more unbearable than before when facing a girl who likes him and is about to die.

The man who had always been as cold as frost and snow lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips.

"You won't die."

Sun Xiuqing reached out to touch Ximen Chuuxue's face as cold as a lonely cliff.

"I'm actually very envious. Xiuxue died in the arms of the playboy in the end. Now, if I die, you, will you remember me for the rest of your life?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, he hugged Sun Xiuqing horizontally, and when he was about to leave, he saw Ye Gucheng.

City Lord Baiyun's face was as pale as snow, he nodded to Ximen Chuuxue: "You want to save her?"

"Yes."

Ye Gucheng threw him a jade bottle, which contained the head of a silver-ringed snake that they had obtained together in their adventures in southern Xinjiang many years ago.

Ximen Chuixue thanked him, and then gave the food to Sun Xiuqing.

The woman quickly fell into a coma, but her fingers were still tightly grasping Ximen Chuuxue's skirt.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue found an inn to accommodate Sun Xiuqing.

Then we found another table and sat down to talk.

Before Ye Gucheng asked, Ximen Chuuxue opened his mouth on his own, as if he was explaining, but also as if he was purely puzzled.

"I've only met her a few times. The Emei faction originally went to the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan to cooperate with them in private, planning to design a siege to kill me."

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes, "She told me about it in private."

"Oh?"

"In this way, it is naturally not tolerated by the sect."

"Emei faction, she can't go back." Ximen Chuuxue looked very confused, "Why?"

He really couldn't figure it out, there was no reason for him to fall into such a situation where he almost died for a person he hadn't met a few times, even an enemy.

Ye Gucheng couldn't answer.

"How are you going to place her?"

Ximen Chuixue said; "If you hadn't come, I originally wanted to take her back to the village for treatment, but now, there is no need for that."

"Wait for her to wake up and decide for herself."

Ye Gucheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Sun Xiuqing woke up quickly, and her face looked much better. After she opened her eyes, she stared at Ximen Chuuxue in a daze for a while, before saying, "I'm not dead?"

"kindness."

When Sun Xiuqing was still in a daze, Ximen Chuuxue asked her, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Me?" The woman shook her head, "I don't know."

Ximen Chuixue said: "I have a villa near here, you can stay temporarily."

"Okay." Sun Xiuqing nodded.

After saying this, Ximen Chuuxue went out.

"Ximen Chuuxue." Sun Xiuqing suddenly stopped him again, her face was slightly red, but she thanked her solemnly, "Thank you for saving me, but the teacher's kindness is hard to bear, I..."

Ximen Chuuxue interrupted her coldly: "When the injury heals, whether it's revenge or leaving, it's up to you."

"Crack—" The door was completely closed.

Sun Xiuqing sat on the bed, dazed for a while.

Ye Gucheng looked out of the window with his hands behind his back, among the moss on the old ground, willow branches slantedly reflected in the water, and under the water was a pool of lotus that had not yet fully bloomed.

In the distance, there are women washing clothes, boatmen with boat poles, and peddlers hawking along the river bank, making it extremely noisy.

It's already early summer, he thought, feeling that time flies by.

Ximen Chuuxue came behind him, and together they looked at the houses on both sides of the river.

Jiangnan is indeed a very beautiful place, no matter in season, summer, autumn or winter, it is beautiful and suitable.

Ximen Chuixue said: "This is the ten-mile Qinhuai River."

Ye Gucheng said: "The water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the beautiful place in Jinling, has been famous for a long time."

"My first time here."

"Nor so."

The two looked at each other, and the smile flashed in their eyes.

Qinhuai is at its most beautiful at night.

"The rain in the West Lake is late for a boat, and the Qinhuai lights are sparkling."

"Thousands of gold are thrown lightly on a beautiful woman's smile, and a good night and happy night are better than immortals."

An elegant man in a long gown passed by shaking a feather fan and sighing.

Ximen Chuuxue chartered a boat, and didn't want anything else except the boatman.

Most of the boats on the Qinhuai River are painted boats. The decorations inside are complicated and gorgeous, and the hanging lamps are enough to illuminate people in every detail. There are two bamboo and wooden lounge chairs in the center of the cabin, a mahogany table in the middle, and an incense burner at the stern.

Ximen Chuuxue opened the curtain, and looked out the window at the continuous lanterns outside.

From time to time, there will be some laughter, and there will be many people who come here to have fun.

Ye Gucheng poured himself a cup of tea.

The candlelight on the desk swayed slightly with the hull of the ship, and the bright yellow light fell on Ximen Chuuxue's pale and stern side face, as if it had become much warmer.

Ximen Chuuxue only looked at it for a while, and then stopped looking. He leaned on the rattan chair, closed his eyes and took a nap.

"Sleepy?"

"I used to be asleep by this time."

Ye Gucheng said: "Then you might as well sleep for a while, I will call you later."

Ximen Chuuxue frowned and shook his head: "It's too noisy here."

Ye Gucheng poured him a cup of tea: "Then drink some tea to refresh yourself."

Ximen Chuuxue took a sip, the taste of the tea was slightly bitter, but after a while it gradually returned to sweetness, he drank the rest, the bitterness had faded away, and he felt refreshed.

He half raised his jaw: "What kind of tea is this?"

"Bai Hao Yu Lu."

Ximen Chuuxue poured himself another cup, and slowly sipped it.

There was a sudden exclamation from outside.

"It's Miss You'er who's here."

"My God, what day is it today, Miss You'er is willing to go on stage."

"This is a feast for the eyes."

Ye Gucheng glanced out the window.

From a distance, on the deck of a two-story painting boat, a girl in a dark green gown gave a slight salute to the crowd, and then flung out her sleeves in the air, holding a sword in the other hand.

It was actually a sword dance.

Ye Gucheng looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that the person looked familiar. After catching a glimpse of the face, he finally remembered the identity of the woman.

"Ling Youyou."

Ximen Fuxue felt the same way.

"When did she come to the Central Plains?"

"Since she's fine, the young leader should still be alive."

Ximen Chuixue nodded.

He thought of what happened four years ago, but it felt like a long time ago.

"That's when I wanted to find you."

"Oh?"

"The matter about Yi Longyue..."

"He is dead." Ye Gucheng interrupted him.

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, and changed the subject: "I promised you seventeen things at that time."

Ye Gucheng paused.

"kindness."

"You haven't mentioned a single thing so far."

Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Chuuxue with unclear eyes.

"Then I will mention one now."

"kindness?"

Ye Gucheng said: "I want to hear you play the flute."

Ximen Chuuxue groped for a moment at his waist before realizing that he probably didn't bring it.

But there was a jade flute handed over in front of him.

"I wanted to send you off earlier, but I never had time."

Ximen Chuuxue took it, and upon closer inspection, it was excellent jade, transparent in color and extremely moist. He tried the tone, and it was also very clear and soothing, like flowing water.

The night is lingering and the lights are brilliant.

Suddenly, the rain hangs down, and through the rain curtain, everything seems to be wrapped in a halo, lingering endlessly.

——A real disappointment.

Ling Youyou frowned and stopped.

The sound of silk and bamboo seemed indistinct under the misty rain, but at this moment, above the incomparably beautiful Qinhuai River, there was a flute sound like light smoke.

She concentrated for a moment, then suddenly became interested, and in the face of the drizzle, she waved her long sleeves and danced a long song.

The author has something to say: I want to send the knife, but it turned into sugar in the end, powerless