Brother, this showman

Ye Wenqing froze, secretly cursing Yuan Chen for coming at an inappropriate time.

As soon as one leg reached the roof, before the other could retract, he was caught by the vassal on the ground, and for a moment, his eyes met.

The sound of the wind was gentle, and the rumbling robes rustled, but it was no match for the beating heartbeat.

Feng Lianchen's pupils shrank suddenly, a gleam of light flashed across them, but was quickly swallowed by the darkness, a deep line formed between his brows, his hands hidden in his sleeves slowly tightened, and his voice was hoarse: "Master... Brother."

"Yo! You found me so quickly?"

Since I can't dodge in time, I can only go all out, let's die together.

Ye Wenqing bent his knees, put his hands on his knees, and looked down at Feng Lianchen with a smile: "I am afraid that you will be bored by yourself, so I came here to play hide-and-seek with you."

"Brother, did you see everything?" Feng Lianchen's eyes were tense, as if he was walking on thin ice, his voice was trembling, and he bent slightly, as if he was enduring something.

"Of course I saw it." Ye Wenqing nodded, thinking that he was talking about the content on the prayer belt, pointed to the bright red tree, and smiled brightly, "I will come with you in the future."

Feng Lianchen looked back at the ribbon fluttering in the wind, and then at Ye Wenqing, with a complicated look on his face, he hesitated to speak several times, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh: "Okay."

Song Jihua's urging voice came to my ears again: "Brother Wenqing! It's too late!"

Ye Wenqing rubbed the center of his brows, and jumped, but he was caught firmly by Feng Lianchen before he could land on the ground, and his posture looked very skillful.

Ye Wenqing: "???"

Ye Wenqing stared at Feng Lianchen with wide eyes in astonishment. This kid looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was still young. Where could he have the courage to catch him?

Feng Lianchen's expression also froze for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, he put Ye Wenqing down, and took a step back, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Junior brother, would you like to go somewhere with me?" Ye Wenqing didn't pay much attention, and looked at Feng Lianchen expectantly, and he gave it his all, betting that the person in front of him was real.

Feng Lianchen lowered his eyelashes, two nests of shadows fell on his eyelids, as if there were unfinished words and thoughts carefully hidden together, he bent his eyes, and took Ye Wenqing's hand actively: "Okay."

Ye Wenqing was stunned for a while, looked at Feng Lianchen suspiciously, and murmured in his heart again: "Impossible, where did this brat get the guts to hold me?"

"Senior brother?" Feng Lianchen called softly, shaking the hands they were holding together.

Ye Wenqing came back to his senses, and flicked Yuan Chen off his shoulders with his fingers: "Go and lead the way!"

Yuan Chen turned around in the air several times before finding a place to stay, and the little thing stored in his little head was also shaken clean.Looking at Ye Wenqing pitifully, but not daring to complain, he fluttered his wings and led the way weeping.

After leaving Huamanting, a circular hole glowing with white light was half suspended in the air, Yuan Shen was wandering there, Ye Wenqing dragged Feng Lianchen into the hole without hesitation.

The endless darkness came oncoming, the soles of the feet seemed to be flaccid and weak when stepping on the clouds, and the body suddenly fell straight down, but the strength in the hands never let go for a moment.

"Brother Wenqing, brother Wenqing."

Ye Wenqing felt that there was a duck surrounded by him, quacking and quacking non-stop, grabbing something randomly and throwing it towards the source of the sound.

In a short while, you can hear the dull sound of heavy objects falling on the floor.

Ye Wenqing finally woke up, raised his eyelids, and looked up to see Song Jihua lying on his back, with half a piece of pastry stuffed directly into his nose, the crumbs sprinkled on his neck, and a wet handkerchief hanging on his forehead, it should be He just threw it out.

"Hey! Song Shiwen, are you juggling?"

Ye Wenqing propped up the bed and got up, looking at him narrowly.

"Huh? Where's my junior brother?!" Ye Wenqing turned his head and looked inside. His eyes were empty, his eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. "I came back safe and sound. Has he not come back yet?"

"How is it possible." Song Jihua sat up, lowered his head and patted off the debris on his neck, "Lianchen woke up earlier than you, and went to change clothes."

"He's awake?" Ye Wenqing was ecstatic, patted his thigh, triumphantly, and started pretending to be a wolf with a big tail again, "It seems that I caught it just right! I said it a long time ago, my junior brother will see you!" I can't help it, I can't help it, this is charm, and I can't keep a low profile. Hey, why should I tell you Song Shiwen about this, how can you understand."

Song Jihua glanced at him, and said quietly: "I see Lianchen's expression is a little weird, it's not too late for you to say this after seeing him."

"I'm going to change clothes too."

Song Jihua dropped the wet handkerchief in his hand, stood up and poured the incense ash from the incense burner into a wooden box.

"Song Shiwen, what are you doing?" Ye Wenqing leaned forward curiously, and poked the off-white incense ash with his fingers. After sniffing carefully, there was a faint fragrance, stronger than plum fragrance, and seemed to be mixed with some sandalwood.

Song Jihua paused, patted Ye Wenqing's restless hand away angrily, and gave him a sideways glance: "Of course I was afraid that you would steal your master's skills. Master has a life, and Xiao Guanzong's medical skills are not passed on to the outside world, and not a drop of medicine residue can be left behind." outside."

Ye Wenqing withdrew his hand and curled his lips: "I have long heard that Xiao Guanzong has many rules and thieves, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Song Jihua didn't speak, and continued to pack the incense ash, at a faster speed than before, and finally closed the wooden box carefully to put it away.

After Song Jihua left, Ye Wenqing couldn't sit still, and rushed to the door immediately. Just as he stepped down the steps with one foot, he saw Feng Lianchen, who was wearing a black gilded gown with piping, came in.

I saw him wearing a white jade auspicious cloud swastika pattern leather belt around his waist, and a unicorn gold armour on his wrist.

His hair is tall, his body is tall and tall, like a green bamboo standing upright among the mountains and rocks, no matter how strong the mountain wind is, it can't make it bend its waist to cover up its beauty.

I am used to seeing Feng Lianchen dressed in plain clothes, this time the outfit is really eye-catching.

Ye Wenqing whistled frivolously, leaned against the door, and imitated the bandit's attitude: "This young man is so handsome, he looks like a wealthy owner. Is it robbery or sex, or come together? Woolen cloth?"

"The clothes belong to Mr. Li." Feng Lianchen laughed, and then took a step back pretending to be panicked, with a timid look, "As for the money, it is under the control of my family, and the private money is gone. Sir If you want to rob, you can rob, but you have to be quick, or my family will find out, and I won't be able to escape."

"It turned out to be a pompous poor ghost." Ye Wenqing groaned, waved his hands in disgust, and encountered difficulties for a while, "Then let's forget about the money, sir, I don't raise poor ghosts, if you are robbed, this time is not enough for me to make use of it." ah."

Feng Lianchen hugged Ye Wenqing and pecked him on the face, as if trying to suppress something deliberately, his voice was hoarse and low: "My lord, it's not good to talk about it, you have to be more realistic. If you don't , just change me, as my guy isn’t here, I can also steal something.”

Ye Wenqing couldn't help laughing, and pushed Feng Lianchen: "Little bastard is quite courageous, you dare to steal fish, be careful of being soaked in a pig cage!"

"Is there any discomfort in your body?" Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen with concern, "Why did you get caught in a contemplation?"

The smile on Feng Lianchen's face froze, the light in his eyes seemed to be sucked away by something, and it was as deep as an ancient well: "It's Uncle Changsheng."

"He abolished the inner alchemy and awakened the thinking."

Feng Lianchen paused, looked deeply at Ye Wenqing, and smiled bitterly: "Brother must have already guessed that Uncle Changsheng is my younger brother."

Ye Wenqing nodded.

Feng Lianchen breathed out, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said quietly: "I only saw him once, and I never saw him again. I didn't know he was thrown into Yuheng Lake by Mrs. Lian. Tiger poison is not dead. Toriko, but she has no scruples."

"She wanted to train your brother into a little ghost, but she didn't practice enough and couldn't control it, which caused the little ghost to be full of resentment and harm one side." Ye Wenqing frowned.

"I forgot that senior brother has seen clearly." Feng Lianchen paused, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I thought I could hide it for a lifetime."

"You only went to Yanran Terrace when you were eight years old, where were you for the last three years?" Ye Wenqing asked.

Feng Lianchen remained silent, quietly looking up at the blue sky, counting the clouds passing by, just when Ye Wenqing thought he would not answer, he only heard him say: "I am burying someone."

"Keep digging pits and burying people. I don't know how long it took. Anyway, when it was the last corpse's turn, the person was so rotten that he couldn't see his original appearance clearly. It was full of wriggling maggots. After the burial, I just rested there, and then went to the city from time to time to inquire about Yan Rantai. Until I met Zhan Mingzun."

"I'm sorry." Ye Wenqing reached out and wrapped his arms around Feng Lianchen's waist tightly, and buried his face in his chest. How much courage was needed to be so casual as an outsider talking about his past experiences.

"It's all over, brother don't need to say sorry." Feng Lianchen hugged him back, put his chin on his shoulder, and smiled, "I just hope that from now on, brother will not forget me again, if it is really unavoidable , then please brother remember me for a few more years, even if it is one more day or one more hour."

"Are you telling me your last words?" Ye Wenqing raised his head and gave him a sideways glance, and said angrily, "Do you want me to write it down for you?"

"Alright." Feng Lianchen nodded thoughtfully.

The rolled up bamboo curtains under the flower corridor at the side were creaked by the wind, even blowing away the inexplicable sadness mixed in Feng Lianchen's words.

Ye Wenqing took the initiative to hold Feng Lianchen's hand, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he saw a panicked figure running in from the yard.

He looked only 15 years old, but he looked pretty and clean, and the light red marks at the end of his eyes added a different kind of charm to his whole face.

"I'm Li Qianjun, the second son of the Li family. My father asked me to invite Mr. Ye to the front hall. He said that he has something important to invite." The cheeks slid down, wet the broken hair on the sideburns.

Ye Wenqing could only swallow the words that came to his lips, thinking that it would not be too late to say it another day.

"Then I will trouble Second Young Master Li to lead the way."

Li Qianjun turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, a strange light flashed across his slightly narrowed eyes.