The lord can't get along with this butterfly

Hua Zhuo's heart skipped a beat for no reason, her face was unbelievably hot, and she made a nasal sound that didn't mean anything, which was a response.

"Yes, yes." Hua Zhuo suddenly thought of an important matter, hurriedly changed the subject, put down the beads in her hand, got up and ran to the closet to open the door, took out a sword case with great effort, and put it on the table superior.

Ji Xiao's eyes changed slightly, he got up and walked over.

The whole body of the sword box is black with a visible luster. It is made of high-quality ebony. Show Ji Xiao something.

"Here." Hua Zhuo said.

Ji Xiao stared at the sword in the box, his chest heaved violently, he stretched out his hand to caress the cold scabbard, moved his lips, and said, "This is..."

"Sword of Heaven." Hua Zhuo added.

Ji Xiao stretched out his hand, took out the sword steadily, grasped the hilt and pulled out the sword, making a cold and crisp sound, the cold sword body glowed with a white cold light, tough and cool.

Ji Xiao stared at the sword in his hand, stroking the clear lines on the blade with his fingertips, the feeling was so cold that it was unreal, then he turned his head to look at Huazhuo with deep eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why do you..."

Hua Zhuo rubbed his nose and said: "Actually, the purpose of my coming back this time is to get you a sword. Didn't you say that you want to use it to win the martial arts leader and avenge your friends? I thought since you came here for Kuang Fu justice, this sword happens to be idle and useless, it is better to give it to you as soon as possible to make use of it. Anyway... before I got married, my father told me that this sword will be yours sooner or later, and now it is ahead of time Two or three years."

Ji Xiao's eyes moved slightly.

After saying this, Hua Jue coughed lightly, and began to complain about his sufferings as if asking for credit, saying: "You don't know, at first my father and my mother didn't agree to give you the sword so soon, saying they were afraid of me. If you don’t have something to hold in your hands, you will suffer in Wanqing Mountain Villa. I begged them for a long time in the morning, and the lips were worn out. They finally let me give you the sword. You know me How difficult is it to get this thing from them, I still..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xiao suddenly reached out and hugged him, his movements were a little stiff, because of the difference in stature, Hua Zhuo's whole body seemed to be embraced by him.

Hua Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately forgot what he was going to say.

"Cheng Yan, thank you very much." Ji Xiao whispered.

Hua Zhuo's face flushed suddenly, and suddenly she ran out of words, and let out a monotonous "ah".

"Chengyan, as I said before, as long as you are still in my Wanqing Villa for one day, you are a member of my Wanqing Villa." Ji Xiao said, "So no matter whether there is a sword of heaven or not, I will never You don’t have to worry about it because of you.”

"Hmm." Hua Zhuo responded, feeling a little warm in her heart, thinking that he hadn't actually worried about this issue, and said vaguely, "What I want to talk about is not this..."

Ji Xiao stuck very close to him, and the familiar fragrance penetrated into his nostrils very clearly, he asked: "What is that?"

Hua Zhuo looked at the ceiling quietly, and said: "Actually, when I went to the street today, I saw a white jade brush washer, um...it cost 500 taels of silver."

"That's it?" Ji Xiao felt amused.

Hua Zhuo let out a muffled "hmm".

What's wrong with too little?

Ji Xiao agreed, "I will buy it for you tomorrow."

Hua Zhuo nodded, the two just hugged without speaking, and the room became quiet for a while.Ji Xiao sensed that the atmosphere was not right, but it was not right to let go at this time, and it was not right to continue to hold it, the situation was a bit awkward.

Hua Zhuo didn't feel any embarrassment, squinted his eyes, his thoughts wandered, and suddenly remembered what happened on the day of his marriage. There was a question that he had been thinking about for a long time, and now might be a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Hua Zhuo raised her hand, stretched out her index finger, pressed it on Ji Xiao's chest, and slowly drew a circle.

Ji Xiao froze, and pushed him away with a blunt expression.

Hua Zhuo observed his expression carefully, and curiously asked: "The day I got married... Where did I touch you?"

Seeing that he was silent, Hua Zhuo stared at his chest and guessed, "Is it here?"

Ji Xiao twitched his eyebrows when he heard this, picked up the sword from the table with a cold expression, turned and walked out.

Hua Zhuo looked innocent and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ji Xiao felt cold all over, ignored him, stepped out the door, and closed the door with his backhand.

After a while, the sound of practicing swords came from the courtyard.

Hua Zhuo thought it was fun, laughed uncontrollably for a while, took off her coat, wrapped the quilt tightly and rolled onto the bed, waited for a long time and saw that he had no intention of coming back, then closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze .

The next day, according to the agreement, Ji Xiao first took him to the teahouse at Dongjiekou, took a seat by the window, ordered a pot of Biluochun, ordered a few plates of fruit, and quietly waited for the storyteller to arrive.

Storytelling usually starts at Si time, and there is still time for a stick of incense, and the number of people in the teahouse has gradually increased.During the day, most of the people who like to gather in the teahouse are scholars from rich families, or elderly people, sitting here at the same table, chatting with each other about the trivial things that have been heard recently.

Hua Zhuo likes to join in the fun and listen to other people's gossip. While peeling peanuts, she listens to the middle-aged Confucian scholars chatting at the next table.

"Hey, do you know about the Fengxue Gate in our city?" the white-clothed Confucian scholar suddenly asked after taking a sip of tea.

Hua Zhuo's eyes brightened, and she listened attentively.

"I know." Scholars have always been interested in the ups and downs of the world, and the blue-clothed Confucian scholar replied enthusiastically, "Didn't the young master of his family just get married two months ago?"

"I married to Wanqing Mountain Villa in the south of the Yangtze River, one of the four famous sects in Jianghu." The Confucian scholar with a mustache around his mouth answered.

The Confucian scholar in white corrected his tone with seriousness: "Now he is the leader of the four major sects in Jianghu."

"Why?" The other Confucian scholars hurriedly asked.

"Because I married Fengxuemen." The white-clothed scholar said, "I heard that since the son of Fengxuemen married, the owner of Wanqing Villa intends to pass the position to the current young owner. Now the entire villa Already under the jurisdiction of that young and talented Young Villa Master, coupled with the influence of Fengxuemen, Wanqing Villa can now be said to have leapt forward, directly pressing on the other three sects."

Hua Zhuo blinked and looked at the person in front of him, Ji Xiao shook his head helplessly.

"Really?" This topic is obviously very popular, and everyone sighed, "Then this young master is really a young talent. He is still so young, and he will definitely become famous in the world in the future!"

"Isn't that so?" The Confucian scholar in white saw that everyone was very interested, and said urgently, "It is rumored that the young owner of the village has the true biography of the old owner, and he is young and powerful in martial arts. He is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts. Very famous."

"It's so powerful." Everyone praised him endlessly.

"More than that." The white-clothed Confucian scholar said with more enthusiasm, "I also heard that the owner of the Shaozhuang was born with a diamond-like iron frame, and he is a rare and unrivaled genius. He is more than nine feet tall, has a burly figure, and is as strong as an ox. At the age of ten, you can lift a thousand catty tripod, and you can make the ground tremble three times while walking on the road!"

"Hoo—" Everyone was amazed and even clapped their hands.

Hua Zhuo laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, and the peanuts were scattered all over the floor.

After this topic finally passed, the bearded Confucian scholar started another conversation, and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard about it recently? There are rumors in the capital that our current emperor actually came from a wrong path. On the surface, no one dared to mention it, but privately it was rumored that when the first emperor died, the current emperor tampered with the edict and changed the name on it to his own, so that he won the throne."

The Daxuan Kingdom is now in a time of prosperity and prosperity, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful. The people live a prosperous life and the folk customs are open. When they have nothing to do after tea and dinner, they will talk about trivial family and country affairs. As long as the words are not too violent, no one will care.

"Is there such a thing?" A few Confucian scholars were shocked, their voices lowered several tones, and they whispered, "Isn't it a big deal for the emperor to pass the throne? How could there be a mistake?"

The bearded Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "How can we know what's going on in the palace. But to be honest, there are no groundless things in the world, and whichever is not guaranteed is true..."

The crowd discussed a few more words in low voices, and soon at Sishi, the storyteller entered the stage, and the sound of the wake-up tree sounded, the teahouse was suddenly quiet for the most part.

Hua Zhuo was still thinking about the topic just now, tugged on Ji Xiao's sleeve, and said happily: "Can I show you your family's Qianjin cauldron later?"

Ji Xiao had a headache, and said coldly: "Listen to your book carefully, where did you get the thousand-jin tripod?"

Hua Zhuo laughed even more when he heard the words, and turned her head to listen to the teacher's story while nibbling on the melon seeds.

However, after half an hour, Hua Jue collapsed a bit.

Why is the storyteller in this teahouse so bad? !

It’s okay to speak with an accent. When telling stories, I often forget words and slur my words. I don’t have the professionalism of a storyteller at all!

He remembered that he came here once before getting married, and it was obviously not like this at that time!

Hua Zhuo fell into deep confusion.

Ji Xiao also looked at him with a strange expression, "This is the gentleman you said spoke well?"

Hua Zhuo pulled out a dry smile, and pretended to be natural to cover up: "Yeah... isn't this very well said."

Instead, he continued to pretend to be attentively listening to the book.

In fact, after he came out of Zuixiao Tower yesterday, he only went to a clothing store to change his clothes. After that, he didn't go to any teahouse to listen to books, he didn't go to any jade embroidery workshop, and he didn't go to West Street to meet Chunguzui.Only when passing by the jade shop, the white jade pen wash in the eyes is real...

Hua Zhuo secretly took a deep breath, insisting on fulfilling her lies, maintaining a calm face on the surface, but in fact her heart was very broken, pretending to stare at the stage seriously - but the old storyteller didn't show any face at all, and soon Once again caught in the endless loop of forgetting words.

Xiao Er, who helped refill the tea and water, walked over with a smile, poured tea for them, and explained apologetically, "You guys are laughing, it's been cold these days, and the gentleman in our teahouse has a cold and is ill. This person was temporarily invited to cover the scene, so please bear with me if he speaks poorly."

"Ill?" Ji Xiao asked, looking at Hua Zhuo meaningfully.

"Yes." Xiao Er diligently collected the empty plate on the table, and said, "It's quite serious, this is the fourth day."

Hua Zhuo's temples throbbed, rubbed her stuffy chest, and forced herself to comfort herself that at least she wasn't sick today, otherwise she really couldn't explain it clearly.Pulling himself together, he said to Xiao Er with sincere eyes: "It's okay, I just like listening to this gentleman's storytelling, it's very good!"

Xiaoer nodded with a smile on his face and said, "As long as you like it, as long as you like it."

Huazhuo turned her head, and Chao Jixiao, who wanted to cover up, seriously emphasized, "It's really good."

Ji Xiao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Hua Zhuo continued to stare at the storyteller, determined to perform the play to the fullest, without revealing any flaws.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to talk about a book in the teahouse. After half an hour, he and Ji Xiao came out.

The two went straight to the jade shop, Hua Zhuo dragged him as if dragging a big money bag, bought a white jade pen without thinking, and even bought a matching white jade pen hanging under the strong recommendation of the shop owner .The two pieces of jade wares are put together to reflect the bright white color, and Hua Zhuo can't put it down when looking at it.

Ji Xiao couldn't help touching the purse, feeling a little headache.

Jianghu Tabloid: Recently, unknown thieves seem to be haunting the city, and a white-clothed scholar has been killed so far.According to the victim, he was followed by someone on his way home, and when he approached the end of the alley, he was suddenly put on a sack and severely beaten.And the thieves are extremely dangerous, they will run away after beating, please be more vigilant, try not to go out at night, to avoid accidents!

After getting such an important plot of Tianyi Sword, he only hugged him once, just hugged him once! !Excessive! ! (I spray myself)