Brother, this showman

The situation inside was not much better, the lampstands were scattered all over the place, the shadows of candles were everywhere, and the door curtain was rustled by the wind.

Wen Yu held a sword in one hand, and stood on the stone steps of the main hall holding his most distressed kitten in the other. The jade crown was crumbling, and the most important demeanor was ignored at this time.

"Mr. Wen." Ye Wenqing stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Wen Yu's frowning brows slowly relaxed, sighed, his face was tired, his eyes were flickering with resignation, and his tone was cold: "It's the first time he was bullied to such an extent and let him run away."

"Mister, do you know who this person is?" Ye Wenqing asked.

Wen Yu shook his head: "I don't know."

"I'm ashamed to say, I can't even catch ten palms from him." Wen Yu rubbed the sleepy cat in her arms a little uncomfortable.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ye Wenqing's eyes. Wenyu is the person with the highest cultivation level in Yanrantai after removing the master. If he is not even a match for a high-level second-level monk, what cultivation level should that person have?

"Go and see your master." Wen Yu put away his sword, his expression was a little dazed, he didn't know whether he was angry or tired, "He is not in a good condition now, I have to take someone to rectify it."

Hearing Wenyu mention Xuanyan, Ye Wenqing couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, and hurriedly walked towards his yard.

Master has been suffering from illness due to overwork all year round, and has been in seclusion in recent years, and he rarely shows up. Hearing Mr. Wen's tone just now, I think it is a little more serious.

As soon as Ye Wenqing took a step, he saw Feng Lianchen walking in in a hurry and almost bumped into him.

"Let's go, follow me to see Master." Before Feng Lianchen could speak, Ye Wenqing spoke first.

Feng Lianchen was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Xuan Yan has always been a quiet person, and the courtyard is in the most remote corner, with a row of green bamboos planted in the courtyard.Sitting by the window in leisure time, listening to the rustling sound of the breeze blowing the forest leaves, no matter how irritable the mood is, it will be soothed.

Ye Wenqing sneaked here to hide when he didn't want to listen to Wenyu's lectures when he was a child. No one dared to come here to catch him anyway.Later, Xuan Yan found out, took him directly to Wen Yu and gave him a good beating, and then he dared to hide here again.

The layout of the courtyard was exactly as it was in memory. Ye Wenqing walked to the door of Xuan Yan's bedroom with ease, and knocked on the door: "Master."

"Come in." A pleasant voice sounded from inside, but it was also short of breath.

Ye Wenqing pushed open the door, and as soon as he took a step forward, he saw Feng Lianchen standing quietly on the porch, without any intention of going forward.

"Aren't you coming in?" Ye Wenqing asked.

Feng Lianchen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Is it Ah Chen?" Xuan Yan's voice sounded again.

"Zhan Mingzun." Feng Lianchen lowered his head and shouted respectfully.

Regarding Feng Lianchen's address, Ye Wenqing frowned, and looked at him puzzled.

Xuan Yan inside was also silent, and after a while, he let out a soft sigh: "You have left yourself too open."

"Don't stand there, come in." Xuan Yan said, "Achen, you come in too."

Feng Lianchen was still a little hesitant, Ye Wenqing couldn't control that much, so he directly pulled people to his side and walked in together.

Xuan Yan was wearing a white undershirt, and the fine silk had a soft luster, which made Xuan Yan's demeanor more gentle and elegant.The phoenix eyes are slightly closed, and there is three points of tenderness.The long hair hanging by the side is more translucent under the candlelight.I have to say that the two most memorable things about Xuan Yan are his temperament, and his hair, which is dark and bright.

There are many shampoos sold under the banner of Xuanyan among the people, and the advertisements are all "Yanran's Zhanming Immortal Venerable agrees to use it."

It's just that Xuan Yan's complexion is pale at this time, which adds to his morbid beauty.

"Achen has grown so tall." Xuan Yan looked at the senior brothers who walked in, with a gratified smile on his face.

"Master, did you fight that person?" Ye Wenqing asked worriedly.

Xuan Yan nodded slightly: "Yes, he is a difficult character."

"Does Master know his details?" Ye Wenqing asked, "What is the purpose of trying to divert us away and sneak into Yanran?"

Seeing Ye Wenqing's urgent desire to find out, Xuan Yan couldn't help but laugh: "Do you really think you are a teacher or a god?"

"Of course." Ye Wenqing chuckled, "Master is Zhan Mingzun, who goes to heaven and earth, and is omnipotent."

Xuan Yan laughed lightly, then frowned and said, "This time it was really sudden, and I don't know why that person came here. The moves I used are all new to me, even Mr. Wen has never seen it before."

The smile on the corner of Ye Wenqing's mouth slowly faded, and his expression was a little dignified: "If you don't even know about Master, then there is really nowhere to find out."

"It's up to people." Xuan Yan said.

"I've known about Huamanting a while ago." Xuan Yan changed the subject, and his eyes fell on Feng Lianchen, "Achen, you did a good job this time."

"Thank you Zhan Mingzun." Feng Lianchen cupped his hands.

"Achen, how have you been in Huamanting these years?" Xuan Yan asked.

Feng Lianchen thought for a while, and slowly spit out two words: "It's okay."

"Come back." Xuan Yan sighed softly, "Hua Man Ting is not the place for you to stay, ten years is enough."

Feng Lianchen glanced at Ye Wenqing who was beside him when he lowered his head, his hands hidden in his sleeves unconsciously tightened, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Master." Ye Wenqing looked back and forth behind the two of them, completely unable to understand what the two were talking about, "What charades are you two playing?"

Xuan Yan froze for a moment, met Ye Wenqing's blank gaze, and then looked at Feng Lianchen, he was a little surprised that there were seven parts pleading and three parts mourning in his eyes.

"There's no riddle." Xuan Yan smiled, "I just want Ah Chen to go back to live with you. After all, I asked you to take good care of him back then. I never thought that after he went to Huamanting, you would never see him again. I haven't mentioned him, and I can't see anyone all day long. It's time to fulfill your obligations as a senior brother, don't you think?"

"Yes." Ye Wenqing touched his nose in embarrassment, "I brought him back a while ago."

"Really?" Xuan Yan was a little surprised.

"The roof is broken, let's stay with senior brother for now." Feng Lianchen explained.

Hearing this, Xuan Yan subconsciously looked at Ye Wenqing, with a smile in his eyes, Ye Wenqing blinked at him.

If you want to count Ye Wenqing's destructive power in detail, how many roofs of this Yanran Terrace have been lifted by him?No one dared to count in detail, not even Wenyu.One is that he loves money, and the other is that he is afraid that he will not be able to help but want to beat him to death.

Xuan Yan tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and coughed lightly: "So that's the case, then let's live with it."

After Xuan Yan talked for a while, he became a little mentally unwell, and his eyelids kept drooping.

"If the master is tired, let's rest first." Ye Wenqing said with concern, but there was a worry that could not be resolved in his eyes.

With Xuanyan's body, how could he get tired so easily?He just spoke, and almost fell asleep a few times, much worse than when he met him a year ago.

Does this mean that Xuan Yan's body is really failing?

"It's okay." Facing Ye Wenqing's concerned gaze, Xuan Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, rubbing his head as he did when he was a child, "It's just that I'm tired from confronting that person."

Ye Wenqing only felt his nose sore, he forcibly held the thing that was trying to blur his vision, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then master, rest well, and the disciple will not disturb you."

After Xuan Yan fell asleep, Ye Wenqing and Feng Lianchen left.

"Junior Brother, why didn't you call Master?" Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen beside him, and asked the question that was suppressed in his heart.

"Don't dare." Feng Lianchen thought for a while and smiled wryly.

"Don't dare?" Ye Wenqing was puzzled, "Why don't you dare?"

Feng Lianchen shook his head, didn't say much, turned his head to look at the closed door behind him, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

The evening wind blew up a conversation that seemed like a world away.

"Master, what my aunt said is right. I was born to be a disaster. I don't deserve you to treat me well. Let me fend for myself."

"Trouble? Who did you harm? Wenqing? Was it your fault? Have you forgotten how you swore to me before that you would come to Yanrantai? Do you know where Hua Man Ting is? What's so natural about it, huh? Minister, I never believe in birth, you are my apprentice, you can't believe it either."

"Zhan Mingzun, I want to go to Huamanting."

……

A cold touch on his face brought Feng Lianchen back to his senses, and made him recover from Xuan Yan's disappointed but helpless eyes.

Feng Lianchen grasped the moving hand on his face, and looked at Ye Wenqing steadfastly.

"What were you thinking just now?" Seeing that one hand was being grabbed, Ye Wenqing simply shook the other hand.

Feng Lianchen froze for a moment, then grabbed Ye Wenqing's gray waving hand again.As a result, the two became a strange scene holding hands and looking at each other.

"Yo, are you still motivated?" Ye Wenqing scratched Feng Lianchen's palm with his fingers, "Okay, let go quickly, what does it look like for two men holding hands?"

Feng Lianchen let go of Ye Wenqing according to his words, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured: "Brother, what fate can you believe?"

"Destined?" Ye Wenqing raised his eyebrows, "Of course I don't believe it, but those fortune-tellers believe it first. Because they want to make money."

"Okay." Seeing Feng Lianchen's worried look, Ye Wenqing patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, "Where do young people come from with such messy thoughts, I will take you down the mountain to look around in the future, your eyes will be broadened, You won’t have the heart to think about these irrelevant things.”

Feng Lianchen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Ye Wenqing grabbed his neck and forcibly took him away.

It was rare to be quiet at night. After taking a bath, Ye Wenqing changed into a moon-white undershirt and leaned against the window.He raised his hand and tore off the hosta hairpin from his hair, letting the black silk loose behind him, the slightly opened skirt revealing the porcelain white jade skin inside, and the water droplets that hadn't been completely wiped off by the dim candlelight people shiny.

The breeze got into the skirt mischievously, blowing the neckline up and down, and the spring/color is looming/looming.

But the owner didn't notice it at all.

Ye Wenqing raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, thinking about pouring another glass, turned around and met a pair of deep and dark eyes.

Feng Lianchen was a little startled, he immediately turned his eyes away, and coughed lightly in a disguised way.

Ye Wenqing was stunned for a moment, walked to the table and poured a cup of hot tea into his hand, and said, "Don't wash for too long, it's still cold in autumn and night, drink a cup of tea to warm your body."

Ye Wenqing leaned forward, and his top opened further with his movements.

Feng Lianchen's eyes darkened, he almost snatched the teacup from his hand, poured it into his mouth, and said "I'm going to sleep first." Then he rushed out the door, with a trace of panic in his footsteps.

"It's becoming more and more difficult to take care of children now." Ye Wenqing sighed, changing the situation after a while.

Feng Lianchen leaned against the door, took a few deep breaths, felt that somewhere in his body was getting more energetic, and scratched his hair irritably.It's ridiculous to say it, he actually misses his senior brother, but he doesn't know when it started.

He only knew that for countless nights, his senior brother kept appearing in his dreams, and the first wet dream was even more difficult to tell.

Feng Lianchen simply sat on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, hoping that the cold touch would wake him up.

Ye Wenqing didn't realize that Feng Lianchen was in dire straits, but instead slept comfortably.

The next day, Ye Wenqing was awakened by the rapid knock on the door, and before he could swear, he heard Lu Yan hurriedly shout: "Sleep ass, something serious happened!"