[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

When night fell again, Jianzi had already stayed in the courtyard of Shulou Xifeng, playing chess with Mu Xianfeng.

Although he came according to the appointment, his mind was out of order, and within half an hour, the situation was gone within an inch.

Xianfeng knocked on the chess piece leisurely, "Mr. is not thinking about chess today, so Feng'er took advantage of it."

Jianzi was not angry either, he threw the piece he pinched into the chess basket as an admission of defeat, and said with a smile, "Feng'er's chess skills have improved again, I am willing to bow down."

"Sir, do you want another game?"

"No," Jianzi got up and looked in the direction of the kitchen, "Longsu has been away for a long time, could it be that the Confucianism sect broke out again and sneaked away without us?"

Xianfeng covered her lips and smiled, "Sir, I don't know, the heat of the lotus seed soup is the most important, especially for this hundred-year-old red lotus, if it is an ordinary person, if you want to fully brew the medicinal properties, let alone half an hour, it will take more than half a day. The master has profound skills, and with his skills to activate the fire, sir, just need to wait patiently for a while, and it should be ready to be released."

Jianzi wanted to say more, his expression moved, and the night breeze brought a sweet fragrance.

Long Su approached with a lotus-pattern carved lacquer and gold-filled tray, and put it down on the packed sunflower-pattern round rosewood wood scroll pattern. He freed a hand to push back the hair that fell in front of him. He said without complacency: "My friend, please use it."

On the gorgeously carved tray, there was a cup of sweet white porcelain with clean glaze and pigment. When the sword lifted the lid, you could see the hot air steaming up, and a pool of clear fresh soup exuding a strong aroma. After stirring with a spoon, half a bowl of soup contained round and white lotus seeds.

When entering the mouth, the soup is thick but not greasy, neither thin nor thin, and the lotus seeds are soft and soft. When you taste it carefully, there is a special fragrance between the teeth and cheeks.

"This is?" Even though Jianzi was well-informed, he also showed doubts.

Long Su waved his treasured fan with a smile on his face, and explained to him, "This is to make clear soup with ham, scallops, elbows, etc. After steaming three times and filtering it three times, the soup is as bright as clear water. Then take a hundred-year-old red lotus and peel off the lotus seeds. , Take out the lotus core, fill it with turtledove meat, fresh mushrooms, young bamboo shoots, and dried scallops, and mix and chop finely. Put the lotus seeds into the broth, simmer for half an hour on low heat, and this is the lotus seed soup."

Jianzi was stunned, and sighed, "Long Su really never tires of food and fine food."

When you pick up the lotus seed soup and taste it, you can taste the complex taste between your lips and teeth.The lotus heart is bitter. After gouging out the heart, fill it with turtledove meat.

——It's really a lot of affection... a lot of hypocrisy.

Long Su stared at him with a smile, and drank the sword slowly, treating him as if he didn't see him, but the colder he looked, the more frightened he felt in his heart.

He didn't know why Long Su deliberately pretended to be intentional since he had no intentions. Whether he wanted to see him waver and lose his mind, or to make use of his old feelings, it was always... either to read a joke or to take advantage of it. Withdrawing from a century-old love entanglement, so thoroughly, watching the fire from the other side.

Thinking of this, a sudden tiredness swept over, Jianzi put down the spoon, he originally wanted to keep calm and accompany Long Su to continue the performance, to see what Long Su was planning, but now, he suddenly didn't bother to play tricks up.

Jianzi remained silent all this time, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated, which made Long Su aware, he asked, "Jianzi, you seem to be preoccupied today?"

You see, the Confucian voice is soft and gentle, neither overstepping nor losing closeness, and the proportion is just right-Shulou Longsu is like this, if you want to treat someone well, even if you know it is false, it is unbearable to criticize.

Jianzi almost wanted to laugh out loud, but he couldn't. Even though his heart was full of turmoil, there were countless words, he wanted to question, criticize, sigh, and regret, but when it came to his mouth, he just said lightly, "Enough is enough. .”

Long Su's eyes froze, he turned his wrist to cover his chin with the fan, he didn't smile or speak, as if he was waiting for Jianzi to explain.

"Long Su," Jianzi sighed, "I'm too lazy to distinguish between true and false, let's let each other go."

Long Su was expressionless, just looking at him.

Mu Xianfeng retreated quietly at some point in the night, at this time of night, the westerly wind blew heavily in the courtyard, brushed the sleeves of the light robe with the sword, and also ruffles his temples like snow.

"I said let it go at that time, not because I didn't care, it's just that you can't remonstrate with the past, and forcing it is useless to others."

Jianzi's eyes were condensed on Long Su's face, and it seemed that he was looking back to an unreachable place through the outline of the person in front of him.

It was a long time ago, when he was traveling in the Dao Realm, he was like a wild crane in the clouds, visiting deep mountains and secret mountains, drinking dew in the morning, and falling flowers in the evening, one day, when it got dark, he found a big tree like usual Take a break and fall into a dream without knowing it.

In the dream, there is a vast expanse of heavy snow, shrouded in pavilions, towers and pavilions, row upon row, with strict regulations.There are many Confucian scholars gathered in the main room, painting plums, singing snow, and antici, and there are two or three couples sitting on the fire, cooking wine and getting a little drunk.

The snow-covered Suzaku Road, the small building is silent, with icicles hanging from the eaves, Long Suyu sits in front of the piano case, facing the heavy snow falling in the courtyard, plays the piano silently, sits and watches the green bamboos transform into Qiongzhi, the courtyard is covered with white snow, only Leaving one person's footprints, and as time goes by, it is gradually covered by new snow.Long Suchui continued playing the procedure, his eyes were calm and cold, as if he was looking at the void through the dark snow curtain.

Jianzi wanted to approach through the drifting snow, but suddenly woke up, only to realize that this body is not in a difficult situation, but in an unknown mountain thousands of miles away.He was in a daze, when suddenly his face felt cold, and then he realized that his body was already covered with withered yellow leaves—the leaves on the big tree where he was resting were blown away by the cold wind overnight.In the old days, the sky was covered, and after the autumn leaves withered, the dark sky suddenly appeared before the eyes, and the clouds were bleak, and the winter was coming.

Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, the mountains are long and the waters are wide, no one knows where.

At that moment, the sudden sadness made Jianzi, who had always been open-minded, stay in place for a long time.

The dead are like husbands, all the youth and frivolity, going back and forth, will pass away one day.

"Jianzi," Long Su said suddenly, he flipped his hand out and put the fan on Jianzi's chest, creating faint creases, "Sometimes I really want to see how your heart beats."

He drew back his fan, his gilt eyes reflected Jianzi's quiet face, his brows were stern, "Shen Ziyan: The way of heaven is selfless, so it is always upright; the sky is always upright, so it is clear—is this what you want?"

Jianzi's eyes were clear, seeing that Long Su finally no longer concealed the coldness on his body - that was the Long Su he was unfamiliar with, but what was ridiculous was that it was the Confucian dragon head that almost everyone imagined. He said lightly, "I don't want to pursue your intentions anymore, so let's stop here, and you don't need to go against your own will..."

There was a momentary pause, "I can also be quiet." He finally made up his mind to say so.

The words have come to this point, there is no need to stay any longer, Jianzi picked up the whisk, and was about to leave. When he turned around, Long Su's voice suddenly came from behind him, with a flat tone:

"This red lotus was planted by him a hundred years ago."

He uses "he".

It's not to hold back, it's not to sigh, it's calm, it's like telling someone the news that doesn't hurt.

Jianzi didn't look back, and left in a hurry.

Long Su stood with his hands behind his back in the wind, showing a smile of unknown meaning, and his eyes were filled with indifference and coldness.

Suoguo is like reincarnation, cut off with a single knife, and there is no possibility of turning around.

Jianzi left Shulou Xifeng in embarrassment, and before he could return to the Sudden Realm, there was a flash of flying light in the air, and it landed in his arms, but it was Songjiju who sent the message. When he saw it, he was shocked, and his mind was confused. Press down vertically and horizontally, and rush directly to Songjiju.

Ao Xiao Hongchen was seriously injured, but fortunately a masked man appeared to rescue him and brought him back, only to save his life.

I heard that when Ao Xiao was brought back, he still had a sliver of consciousness. He struggled to say Shulou Longsu's name, and then fell into a coma. Now Du Yiwei has set off to find a genius doctor he knew, but there is no trace of that genius doctor. Misty, I don't know if I can find it.

Since Su Huanzhen and Fu Tianshang died together, Ao Xiao Hongchen secretly acted as the leader of the righteous way of the Central Plains. Seeing that the date of the decisive battle with the bloodthirsty clan was approaching, he suddenly encountered this catastrophe, which disrupted everyone's plans at once.

And the "murderer" that Ao Xiao referred to before he fell into a coma was also unexpected.

"Impossible," Jianzi pondered after listening to the cause and effect, "Ao Xiao was in danger last night on Xuehuangwei Slope. Until you informed me, I was a guest at Shulou Xifeng, and Longsu was also there. Only the middle half For an hour, I didn't see Long Su, but half an hour to go back and forth to Xuehuangwei slope can only be reluctant, let alone a serious injury."

Seeing that everyone still seemed to have doubts, he pointed to Aoxiao Hongchen's wound, "Besides, the wound is smooth and doesn't match Zilong."

"But, Ao Xiao said..." someone questioned.

"Seeing may not be believing." The familiar Confucian voice sounded from outside the door, Long Su waved his fan, and Shi Shi ran into the room.

"Hey! You still dare to come!" Qin Jiaxian jumped up and stood in front of Aoxiao Hongchen's bed.

Long Su wasn't as cold and stern as he was last night, but had a smile on his face, and he looked like a handsome scholar. Facing everyone's approaching enemy, he didn't show a trace of panic—it made people think he was innocent.

Jianzi looked at Long Su with a complicated expression. He had previously said that he was justifying Long Su, and what he said was reasonable, but seeing Long Su's posture, which was false and real, he couldn't be sure.

"What is needed for conviction is physical evidence. It's a pity that Ao Xiao is unconscious and unable to confront us, so as to clear my innocence. However, as Jianzi said, this sword wound cannot be deceived." Long Su said Then, he raised his sleeves and pulled out the purple dragon from the scabbard, and the room was suddenly full of pearls, and the sword was covered with dense pearls, which blinded people's eyes.

——The magnificent sword body is indeed very different from the narrow sword wound on Ao Xiao's waist.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, everyone was silent for a while.Long Su was so open-minded, which aroused many doubts about who the real murderer was.

"The most urgent thing right now is to treat Ao Xiao. When he wakes up, you will have a conclusion on whether you are the real murderer or not." Jianzi said to Long Su, with a hint of coldness in his words, and the intention of seeing off the guest is obvious.

"It seems that even my good friend Ru has doubts about me," Long Su chuckled, putting away the smile on his face, approaching Ao Xiao with a rare seriousness, "I know a little bit about the art of disobedience, let me Take a look." He actually picked up Ao Xiao's wrist in front of everyone and began to take his pulse.

"You know medicine too?" Seeing Long Su's serious diagnosis and treatment, Qin Jiaxian was also dubious, and moved aside.

Long Su didn't answer him. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he finished three parts and nine times by himself, then inspected Ao Xiao's wound, and muttered, "The pulse is large and hollow, like pressing onion tubes, it is the time of dying blood, and it is floating again To be loose and rootless, difficult and weak, it should be that the waist muscles and bones were severely injured by the sword energy."

What he said was logical, and he didn't seem to be fooling around. Seeing that everyone was no longer so close to the enemy, he said, "It's unknown when that genius doctor will come. I can't help you with sword qi injuries, but it's nothing to do with the treatment of dead blood syndrome." Next. Why don't I take Ao Xiao back to Shulou for treatment first, and send him back after he wakes up."

Everyone was a little moved, Long Su smiled, "If you don't believe me, let Jianzi..."

From far away, the familiar generous and firm poem slogan came word by word. Long Su followed everyone's gaze and looked out of the window. Seeing another long-lost friend, the light in his eyes flickered and then disappeared, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious , "Let two good friends, Jianzi and Fojian, come to Shulou together, so as to be a witness for me to save people."