Ghosts are not evil

Du Yumen had never seen him before, that is, he was in the palace with Bai Jiao in the past. Although Bai Jiao killed people, he had never seen him. In Du Yumen's heart, his younger brother was always a figure like the breeze and the moon.

Du Yumen wrapped up the wound for him, and said in a low voice: "If you want to kill him, kill him, seven-foot man, are you still afraid of seeing blood?" But his hands couldn't stop shaking.

The night wind was brutal, chilling to the marrow of the bone, Liu Feng shuddered, brushed away Du Yumen's hand with difficulty, stood up, reached out and stroked Du Yumen's cheek, his eyes were as gentle as water, but his face was full of anger "You should belong to the bright moon. If the mountain spring is clear and the hibiscus is curled up, you should never see this kind of blood."

Liu Feng compared him to the lotus in Mingyue Mountain Spring. Although Du Yumen was ashamed, he was very happy in his heart. Even if he was a pile of rotten rocks, as long as Liu Feng felt that he should belong to Qingfengmingyue, he would be happy: "Maybe I'm tired of living this kind of life. If it's with you, it's okay to lick blood on the edge of a knife."

Taking care of one thing but losing another, how can you and I live in panic, it's my fault, it's me who provoked you, and that's the case: "You and I are clean, and we will have nothing to do in the future."

Du Yumen stared at Liu Feng intently for a long time, and finally gave a wry smile: "Guess? If you don't come to find me, how can I find you? I'm afraid that I will rely on you, afraid that I will drag you down..."

Before Du Yumen had time to take a look at him, Liu Feng struck the back of the neck with the knife in his hand, and hit him on the shoulder with a palm, pushed him down beside Jiang Xu's corpse, pulled out the small knife from Jiang Xu's throat, and took away Du Yumen's arms. The fan in the bag ran away as if fleeing.

Liu Feng found a place to stay, bandaged the wound, was exhausted but did not feel sleepy, and remembered what Du Yumen had said just now, like the early spring in a deep valley, gurgling around his heart.

I stand on the edge of the sword, how can I give you the future, if I let go of the sword, how can I give you the present.

It has been nine years since Du Yumen first tasted human affairs at the age of 16, twenty and five, and his benefactors are growing day by day.

When Du Yumen was young, he made a name for himself by dancing, and now he stands on it, it must be taught by his husband.

A musician invited Du Yumen to go on a boat, and he spared no expense of gold and silver. In order to get Hu Le, it would be the best business.

All the dancing prostitutes were at the age of jasper and scallion, with a swallow body and a waist, which was almost shoulder-length. When the person sitting on it saw Du Yumen coming, he joked, "Look at this stature, they are not as good as you. They are more than seven feet tall." , Don't feel bad."

Du Yumen strode forward, squeezed his chin and tipped the wine cup to pour him a pot, the musician Gan Chang told him to pour it vigorously, he coughed for a while but couldn't stop laughing.

Du Yumen picked up the pot and drank the remaining wine, teasing and teasing: "Although Mr. is a bit older, his appearance is not bad, it won't be too late to introduce a bustard to you someday."

Gan Chang clapped his hands to stop the singing and dancing, and ordered people to hold out the huqin: "It's really helpless to invite you here today. The host is arrogant, and he doesn't want to come. You are the only one who misses the old days."

Liu Feng found a secluded place and boarded the deck, took advantage of the servant's unpreparedness to sneak into the room, and wiped his throat with a knife.

The master seemed to be still asleep, with a wretched smile on his fleshy face, lighting the candles on the table to lighten the brocade quilt.

Du Yumen's side threw the empty pot into Gan Chang's arms: "Stop it, I'm here for Dongzhu. I didn't know it was you before I came, so don't be too sentimental."

Gan Chang hugged the pot and felt sorry for himself: "This is really sad, it can't compare to that string of beads. The clothes are already prepared, and they are in the back compartment."

Liu Feng flew out of the window, dragged a person to knock him unconscious, dragged him into the room, changed into the unconscious person's clothes, jumped over the railing into the river, and swam back to the bank.

As soon as Du Yumen took off his outer shirt, there was a commotion outside the window. When he opened the window to see clearly, the boat began to shake from side to side.

Liu Feng looked back to see the raging fire on the painting boat from a distance, the servants on the boat rushed to and fro, trampling each other and trying to get into the water first, there were endless screams, and they stayed here to watch a good show.

Du Yumen went out to have a look, and saw that the nearby painting boat was on fire, so he leaned to this side. Seeing that the fire was about to spread, everyone on the boat panicked.

Liu Feng saw Du Yumen at a glance in the crowd, stared at him for a long time, clenched his fists and wanted to leave the wrong place, Gan Chang was afraid that Du Yumen would do something good or bad, so he called out from behind the boat and asked where he was At this point, Du Yumen turned around and saw that the ship shook violently. Before he could stand still, he didn't know who was going to hit him into the water. Gan Chang exclaimed: "Yumen!"

As soon as Liu Feng heard Du Yumen's name and turned his head to look, he plunged into the water. Du Yumen knew how to swim, but he fell into the water in a panic, his left leg was convulsed and couldn't use his strength, and he was choked up several times during the ups and downs. Liu Feng took him into his arms and dragged him to the shore, Du Yumen couldn't stop coughing due to choking, he came back to see him and called out: "Liu Feng?"

Liu Feng didn't answer, but pulled him ashore with a sullen face, pushed Du Yumen's wrist away from the crowd, and went straight to the private house. In the room, throw it on the bed indiscriminately.

Du Yumen sat up and was about to open his mouth when Liu Feng stopped him with words: "It's not that I don't accompany people anymore, what's going on today?"

Hearing this, Du Yumen thought about it carefully, and immediately realized that he was completely indifferent, because he never let go, and he was in a good mood, so he sat by the bed, picked up the hem of his clothes and wrung out a puddle of water. Smiling at him, "Are you going to let me talk to you like this?"

Liu Feng looked at him by the door with folded arms, the place is secluded, the moonlight shines beautifully, and the clothes of the person on the couch are wet and clinging to his body, Liu Feng feels his throat tightening more and more, thinking that the sword is ruthless, and it is like water pouring on the top, in his heart Angrily: "If I didn't see it, I will accompany you to see the King of Hades with the money I received today."

Du Yumen said as he took off his wet clothes and hung them on the bedside: "I can swim, but unfortunately my legs are numb today, so I met you, I think it is fate.

Liu Feng saw that he took it off as if there was no one else, his heart froze, he turned his head and went to the cabinet to get a set of night clothes and threw it to him: "Nothing else, just wear it."

Du Yumen lifted his clothes around his shoulders and put his sleeves on, and took off his wet underwear, throwing them on the ground, his expression hard to tell, "Could it be that in your eyes, I only want to accompany others?"

The jade muscles were watery, under the moonlight, Du Yumen's gray legs were wide open, Liu Feng was fascinated by it, he didn't remember to answer, and I don't know how many people have seen his attractive appearance, Then he snorted again: "Can you keep people safe?"

Du Yumen got up and pressed his palms to his elbows against the cabinet, trapping Liu Feng between his arms, and jokingly said: "I always take how much money I take and how many things I do. Life is always bound by shackles, don't blame me, you can do whatever you want ?"

Liu Feng frowned and stared at Du Yumen, without being angry, he twisted his wrists behind him, pressed his elbows against the cabinet door, and the force was not light, Du Yumen hummed in pain, Liu Feng said in a deep voice: This set applies to me, you can give it a try and see if I can do what you want." Immediately, she let go of her hand and shouted outside: "Get water to take a bath."

Du Yumen turned around and said to him, "You only have this, what should I wear back home?"

When he was ready to wait for someone, Liu Feng glanced back at him, his anger still not dissipated, and asked him to add more firewood: "I promised you to go back?"

Du Yumen grinned meaningfully: "Otherwise you want to keep me overnight?" After walking to the partition screen and taking it off, Du Yumen sat in the water, opened his hands, and sighed comfortably: "This night is considered a good night." Too busy."

Liu Feng has excellent hearing, he heard the sound of water and knew that he was taking a bath, he looked back and saw that the door of the room was wide open, from outside the door, he could vaguely see Du Yumen sitting in the water with his hands crossed, and he quickly stepped forward to close the door, feeling angry but feeling helpless. He was right, so he had no choice but to give him a hard look, "You don't even close the door when you take a shower!" He rubbed his forehead with his hand, "You're getting more and more..."

Du Yumen put his hands on the edge of the bathtub, leaned over to pillow on his arms, turned his back to him, half closed his eyes, and sighed: "The next time I see you, it will be another year?"

Liu Feng looked sad when he heard the words: "I'm afraid it's not good for you if it's common."

Du Yumen got up and looked back at him, his eyes flickered, there were thousands of words in it, but he never asked a question.

Liu Feng stepped forward, stroked his temples, and kissed lightly: "Yumen, if you let yourself go, let me go too."

Du Yumen raised his hand to hook his neck, and kissed him back involuntarily, passionately and fiercely, vowing to keep him, hugged Liu Feng tightly, panting lightly by his ear, knocking on Liu Feng's lips one after another. Xinfang: "I don't believe you can let me go."

Liu Feng didn't dare to respond to him, and couldn't move his hands to push him away. Du Yumen stood up next to him, naked (and), then let go of his hands, comforting himself in front of Liu Feng. Du, looking up at him, the water was glistening, panting in a low voice: "Liu Feng...I'll ask you again..."

Don't ask, don't ask anymore, reason, determination, choice, I don't want them all.

Liu Feng stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, hugged him by the waist, placed him on the couch, removed the jade hairpin from Du Yumen's hair, and kissed every inch of his body with forgetfulness. People say that drinking will make you drunk, and I would like to be drunk in.

At the end of the day and snow, a full moon hangs in the sky, the silver shines on the white snow, the north wind howls, the doors of every house are closed, and a lone shadow walks alone on the quiet street.

The sword drinks blood, kills for half a lifetime, and is indifferent to wind and frost. In Liu Feng's eyes, he condenses into a dreadful sharp knife.

The sword is back in its sheath, the wind and snow are just beginning, and there is endless tenderness.

Liu Feng looked to the north of the city, in the deep alley, beside the burning stove, someone was waiting for him to go home.

Just thinking of him can melt the frost and snow between Liu Feng's brows.

Turning around the corner of the alley, with a sound of "pushing", the smile on Liu Feng's lips stagnated, and he stretched out his hand to cover his heart. The person in front of him was wrapped in black clothes, and he was so happy with his hand that the black cloth covering his face couldn't hide it.

Liu Feng gathered his inner energy, and quickly slapped his palm against people's heart. The man in black fell to the side like a kite with a broken string. Finally, Liu Feng couldn't help covering his mouth and vomited a puddle of blood. Seeing the poison of blood sealing his throat, I'm afraid it is, powerless.

Your favorite daughter, Hong, has been in the cellar for decades. You and I have been together for several years. The agreement with you has never been the same. I only want to let you down in this life...

After turning a few more intersections, it is my destination, but I can't afford to go there.

In a daze, Liu Feng thought of the two people who were wet and in a mess on the bluestone board, smiling and watching the painting boat in the distance ignited into a grand firework, cuddling each other in the wooden barrel, and the clothes in the cabinet were messy...

The wind and snow stopped at night, and the person who had been waiting for the night slammed the door in anger: "Well, Liu Feng."

Du Yumen turned around a few alleys, and the heartbroken man who had made him wait for nothing all night knelt in the snow, holding his favorite daughter Hong in his hand.

Du Yumen brushed off the snow on his body with trembling hands, trying to warm his body that had already been so cold: "Liu Feng, you lied to me, right, Liu Feng, I'm not angry with you..." Hot tears rolled into the lapel of his clothes, and he felt cold. A few minutes later, weeping bitterly in the snow, did you expect today.

Du Yumen came with his fan swinging, he added wine and smiled, "Xiao Changfeng, long time no see."

Bai Yi exchanged wine for tea: "Long time no see."

Du Yumen closed his fans and shook his head and laughed straight: "You are still like this, thanks to the coincidence that you came here, I will return to Beyond the Great Wall in a few days."

Bai Yi didn't understand whether the person in front of her was Bai Zhenzhu, Du Yumen, or neither: "What are you going to do outside the Great Wall?"

Du Yumen thought for a while, then smiled knowingly: "Take my husband back to see my mother."

It's rare for Bai Yi to have a smiling face towards him. She never thought that Bai Zhenzhu would talk about someone alone, calling him her husband: "When did you get married?"

Du Yumen lowered his head and smiled, "Five years ago."

I have been in the Central Plains for 25 years, and I took the stage at the age of 16. I am famous in Yangzhou city. I have been attached to this body for ten years.

How is it a match?You have killed countless people and died at the hands of others. I am a world of mortals, and I will not leave any dust when I go home.

Daughter's wine, which has been cellared for decades, has drunk a few more people.

The frost is miserable, and the sword is ruthless. Just ask the sword-wielder, how much love can he keep.

So what if I wait for you all night, what I'm afraid of is that life and death are difficult to ask.If you can't live together, you don't want to die together. After the Sri Lankan has gone, you will bury me in my homeland and stay with me for a long time.

A lonely person in a lonely grave, smiling proudly in this world of mortals.