Jianling

Shen Zhongxuan sat in the room with a gloomy expression, looking at Song Dengyun across a bowl of steaming sober soup.

He has already found out from his memory the relevant events of the Song Jiugong in front of him, and Song Jiugong is sitting opposite him, the smile on his face is full of mockery and provocation to him, Zhong Xuan picked up the soup bowl, and said lightly He took a sip and sighed: "Shen was so drunk that he didn't even recognize the ninth son. I'm really ashamed."

Song Dengyun smiled and said, "No problem, anyway, you and I don't know each other well."

Shen Zhongxuan secretly agreed in his heart, but still shook his head humbly on the face, and said sincerely: "Wrong, the ninth son and Shen are life and death friends. If there was no help from the ninth son and Miss Feng Jue, Shen would have been killed by the second highness." captured."

Song Dengyun said: "In the end, you followed along."

Chong Xuan continued to shake her head: "She followed Shen."

Song Dengyun intended to poke his sore spots, so naturally he didn't have the time to mess around with him, but Shen Chongxuan refused to take the initiative to mention Meng Xing. Song Dengyun thought he had a lot of people, so he cut to the chase and said, "Young Xia Shen, I'm actually here to ask, what's wrong with you?" People? What about the Drunken Sword? It can’t really be snatched away by that little overlord Second Highness, can it?”

Shen Zhongxuan sneered in his heart, he guessed that this guy who was lingering on him must be waiting for this certain kill, but he had already built up the city defense, and a mere Meng Xing could not hurt him.

...just a little bit of pain.

Shen Zhongxuan drank the soup with lowered eyes, not caring about Song Dengyun's gloating tone at all, and retorted: "What about Miss Feng Jue?"

"..." Song Dengyun made fun of himself, crossed his legs sideways, his expression suddenly became much more lonely, Shen Chongxuan waited for a long time, and heard Song Dengyun said in frustration, "I escaped from marriage."

Zhongxuan stopped drinking the hangover soup suddenly, and silently pushed the remaining half bowl in front of Song Dengyun, speaking sincerely: "Are you drunk too, take a sip and remember it well."

He was only 14 years old and could see the eyes of Song Dengyun looking at Feng Jue.

There is so much love and affection in it, I'm afraid only Feng Henwan, the blind man present, can't see it.

What a magnificent and fiery emotion that is, like a long-buried wine, you can smell the unguarded and ostentatious aroma of the wine before it is unsealed.

Song Dengyun's feelings for Feng Jue are definitely not fake, and Feng Jue has always been introverted, so he can't see it on the surface, Zhong Xuan guessed that she also accepted Song Dengyun in her heart.

Song Dengyun was silent for a long time, then shook his head hastily: "A Jue, she doesn't want to marry me."

Shen Zhongxuan heard that someone was worse than himself, finally became interested, raised his eyes, looked at him seriously, and said with relief: "Maybe Brother Song is thinking too much?"

"...My seventh brother, you know that too, right?" Song Dengyun lowered his eyes, completely forgetting his original intention to hit the heavy Xuan, the light in his eyes was as dim as a dying candle, "Han Shui evil, Song Zhubo."

Zhong Xuan thought of the Lingmiao Du'er Pill that had entered Meng Xing's stomach inappropriately, and nodded: "The attainment of martial arts is very deep."

Song Dengyun covered his face, took a deep breath, and said as if giving up on himself: "——Ah Jue likes my seventh brother."

Heavy and silent.

He kind of understood Song Dengyun's sadness.

"Does Senior Song also like Miss Feng Jue?"

As soon as Shen Zhongxuan finished asking, he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart. In his opinion, Song Zhubo was very different from Xiao Tongbei. Xiao Tongbei was like a magic weapon that had been fired, and looked cold and agile. Very, but after all, it is just a piece of iron that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Therefore, if it is not a common thing in the mortal world, how can it move the common heart of the mortal world?

Song Zhubo is not a magic soldier, he is more like a pool of stagnant water full of dangers, anyone who dares to step into it will be severely injured by him, but after all, he remains motionless and has become a dry pool.

Song Dengyun really shook his head: "He doesn't like anyone."

"... Has Senior Song been like this since he was a child?" Shen Zhongxuan couldn't help but sigh.

Song Dengyun recalled for a moment, and said to himself: "No way... Seventh Brother is much older than me, and I don't know. But I know that he was the proud son of heaven since he was a child. Their generation... the guard of the Huanxi Sect Zhenjun, Baopuzi from the Pichen Sect, Feng Chenqing from the Feng family, and the Song family have to look after my seventh brother. So the seventh brother ignored people when he was young, and he just practiced swords, quite conceited."

Chong Xuan asked: "Aren't you brothers? He doesn't care about you?"

"Don't worry, he's my cousin. After my uncle passed away, Dad asked him to teach me how to practice swords." Song Dengyun wrinkled his face bitterly, "I'm much worse than Seventh Brother. I'm afraid of pain and tiredness. , is also a waste now, and A Jue is older than me, and Seventh Brother is actually a childhood sweetheart, and it is normal to like Seventh Brother more."

Shen Zhongxuan originally felt sorry for him, but now that he heard that Feng Jue and Song Zhubo were childhood sweethearts, and felt that Song Dengyun was more like fighting for love, Song Dengyun glanced at him, and before he could politely speak, he answered consciously: " You also think I'm redundant, don't you?"

Chong Xuan said: "It's not superfluous either."

"It's just superfluous." Song Dengyun didn't know how long he had held back his emotions, and finally had a chance to express it quickly, regardless of the fact that the other party was the richest man in Yangchuan, whom he hated so much, he just confided, "I know, everyone thinks I'm superfluous—— You see, how powerful Seventh Brother is. My uncle has been famous all his life, and Seventh Brother has not lost face to him. No matter how you look at it, the Song family should be passed on to Seventh Brother! The Song family is Seventh Brother's Song family, and A Jue is so good People, of course, should also be Seventh Brother's wife... But, but Brother Shen, tell me, why is it my turn?"

As an heir whose family property was robbed, Zhong Xuan felt a little bit sorry for the ninth son who was in the midst of blessings, and persuaded: "Perhaps Senior Song Mingting has seen your thoughts on Miss Feng Jue, and I hope to give you the best." everything?"

"But I don't need it!" Song Dengyun thumped the table in pain, screamed in pain, looked at his own eyes reflected in the soup bowl with a frowning face, and said dejectedly, "I don't want to fight with Seventh Brother, I Knowing that I am a waste, I will be a good waste. Anyway, there was my father before, the seventh brother now, and Chengqing in the future. Why do you have to throw it to me? No one cares about my thoughts, they think I am asleep You have to wake up with a smile, my father and I both got lucky and snatched food from our respective brothers."

Zhong Xuan patted the back of his hand and sighed silently.

"I'm not worthy of being the head of the family, and I'm not worthy of marrying A Jue." Song Dengyun's nine-foot man cried like a nine-year-old child, but he was worthy of his nine-year-old name. His eyes were red, tears flowed heavily, and he cried Xuan was used to being an old lady, so she poured wine for him consciously, and said, "Ninth Young Master, you escaped from the Song family this time, it is a heroic act, Shen respects you!"

Song Dengyun took the wine glass weepingly, drank it sobbingly, hiccupped, and said in aggrieved way: "You and my seventh brother are both dragons and phoenixes, I don't actually hate you, I also like me very much Seventh Brother. Why is Song Chengqing the only one who can worship my Seventh Brother? I do too! But he can fight with you and be blessed by my Seventh Brother. I don’t even have the qualifications to die in the sword test!"

Shen Zhongxuan felt even more distressed, and persuaded: "Why should the ninth son be humble? In Shen's eyes, such courage, such courage, and such a mind are hard to find in this world. In this regard, I am afraid that the seventh son of Song Dynasty is far behind Not as good as you."

Song Dengyun raised his hazy tearful eyes, stopped crying, choked up and said, "Brother Shen—confidant!" He grabbed Shen Shenxuan's sleeves, wiped away the tears on his face, and said sincerely, "You speak so nicely, let me talk to you again." Say a few more words."

Zhongxuan couldn't laugh or cry, filled him with wine, sat aside and watched him drink.

Probably people living in this world will always encounter many unsatisfactory things.

Compared with Song Dengyun's self-awareness, Shen Shenxuan, who just couldn't love him, suddenly felt ashamed. After all, he was afraid that it would be impossible for him to hand over his beloved to others. As a disciple, he wished he could always keep an eye on Meng Xing's every word and deed. He couldn't help but draw his sword even if he overstepped a little.

From this point of view, he is not as good as Song Dengyun.

Song Dengyun came back to his senses, and asked: "Brother Shen, what about you? Why are you? Could it be that the Second Highness bullied others, and Drunken Sword was also bewitched by him?"

Of course Chong Xuan couldn't tell him that the so-called Second Highness was Princess Shunning, so he could only shake his head evasively: "No, it was Shen himself who made a mistake."

"How is it possible? Brother Shen, you speak nicely, act meticulously, have strong martial arts skills, and have a lot of money. How could you make mistakes?" Song Dengyun had already consciously classified himself as a brother in the heavy camp, pounding the table with righteous indignation, and said angrily, " Who dares to bully you? I must vent my anger for Brother Shen!"

Seeing his true feelings, Shen Zhongxuan was a little touched for a moment, hesitated for a moment, after all, the young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and finally took the initiative to probe: "Then brother Song thinks... how about the addiction to breaking sleeves?"

Song Dengyun stopped beating his hand on the table. Although Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, he only dared to move his buttocks to widen the distance between the two in front of Shen Shen Xuan, who was highly skilled in martial arts.

"..." Song Dengyun's drunkenness was mostly awakened by fright. He read the four words carefully several times and asked, "What sleeves? The sleeves you are wearing are worth a thousand pieces of gold and cut clouds." ?”

Shen Zhongxuan said: "This is the leftover material of my master's clothes, and I barely made an outer shirt."

Before he finished speaking, he found himself saying the word "Master" again, so he was silent for a while.

And Song Dengyun, who had enough leftovers for a year in the Song family's pocket money, didn't pay attention to this silence, just sighed, and said sincerely: "Brother Shen, if you dare to cut off your sleeves for such expensive clothes, I'll give you money." and cut off your robe."

"...It's the habit of breaking sleeves." Shen Zhongxuan said.

Song Dengyun asked curiously: "What is this?"

"..." Shen Zhongxuan sighed for a long time, and said, "That's right, I fell in love with my master."

Song Dengyun stood up in shock, looked fixedly at Shen Shenxuan's chest, and asked in confusion: "...Miss Shen?"

"..."

Song Dengyun was dumbfounded: "Nv Xia Meng?! No wonder he looks so good-looking. If it was a Xia Xia, I would actually—"

Zhong Xuan broke his fantasy, and said coldly: "They are all men."

Song Dengyun sat down.

He felt that what was under his butt was not a stool, but a cold sword light.

"...difficult to accept?"

This is also expected, Shen Zhongxuan's tone is quite peaceful.

Song Dengyun hesitated for a long time as if struck by lightning, and shook his head: "No, I just listened to what you said, I was thinking..."

"Ok?"

"I'm thinking about Seventh Brother and A Jue, which one do I really love?"

The author has something to say: the rhythm of this part is a little bit slow...because although Jiumei has little to do with the main storyline, she is very cute (not) in fact, it is an assist on Yuanyuan's way of chasing his wife, and it is also considered Yuanyuan's psychological pressure a distraction.

It's not far from the end.