Advise Qingshan

Miss Jiuqing's pipa is well-known, and there are not a few rich people who spend a lot of money to listen to it.For this performance, the wealthy businessman purposely built a high platform near the water. The platform was paved with flat bluestones, which was fully three feet above the water.At this time, Jiu Qing hadn't come to the stage yet, the audience was already full of voices, shoulder to shoulder, Wen Xing and the others were a bit late, so they could only find a restaurant on the second floor to sit and watch from a distance.

According to the climate of this city, Wen Xing guessed that it was located on the northerly side. At this time, the heavy snow had just stopped, and the clouds had just broken, exposing two times of shallow sunlight, which could barely fall on the edge of the table through the window.Ever since he came out of Bai Prison, Wen Xing has been particularly partial to sunny days. Even though he knew it was a dream, he rubbed his hand towards the window without any trace, and put it on the edge of the table.

After a while, the sunlight disappeared suddenly, followed by exclamations one after another, and someone excitedly said, "Look, that's the chariot of Immortal Chongning."

I saw a colorful carriage hovering in mid-air, driven by spiritual power, inlaid with plain silver and white jade, with dignified and simple lines.

Jiuqing seemed to be waiting for the Immortal Chongning on purpose. As soon as the carriage arrived, she stepped onto the stage and said softly, "When I was sending the greeting card, Jiuqing thought that the Immortal would take care of everything every day, and I never expected the Immortal to appreciate her face." She hugged the pipa Yingying bowed down and said with a smile, "I don't think the fairy is really here."

The curtain in front of the frame was not lifted, but there was a chuckle from inside, the voice line was between a boy and a young man, with a natural laziness and casual taste,

Immortal Chongning said slowly, "The beauty invites you, but Ye Zhuo is disrespectful."

The girl bowed again, hugged the pipa to cover her face, bowed her head and plucked the strings casually.

Wen Xing originally looked natural, but suddenly pinched the hem of his clothes.

Chongning Xianjun has avoided the world for thousands of years, but in all the literature and classics, only the word "Chongning" is mentioned for Xianjun. As for Xianjun's real name, it has long been lost.However, the fairy in the frame directly called himself "Ye Zhuo."

Wen Xing was a little confused for a while, he turned his head suddenly, he didn't even care about Elder Xiaquan's demeanor, he just frowned and asked, "Ye Zhu's Zhu, which Zhu is it?"

Before the little boy could speak, a big man stood beside him and said, "Little brother, why are you so confused, the Xianjun's drink is of course the drink of 'drinking wine to help Beidou, meeting in the high cold', can there be a second drink? "

The little boy also said, "Master, you are not confused. The master only told you to memorize it two days ago. You have forgotten it. The master should punish you."

Wen Xing stared at them steadfastly, turning a deaf ear to the rest, and only asked, "The lay name of Immortal Chongning is Ye Zhu?"

The big man and the little boy looked at each other, both confused, and the little boy put his face aside, and said cautiously, "Young master, haven't you been really stimulated and crazy? Chongning Immortal Lord is of course Ye Zhuo. Who dares to assume the name of Xianjun?"

Wen Xing glanced at them, then suddenly stretched out his hand to push away the tea in front of him, he swiped with his right hand, and immediately wanted to attract the flying sword, Yu Jian flew onto the carriage, and lifted the curtain to find out.

In the end, there was a sword formula in front of him, but there was nothing, but the little boy panicked and said, "My lord, have you really been haunted?"

The little prince in this dream is a mortal with no cultivation at all.

Wen Xing could only purse his lips, flick his sleeves coldly, and sat down without speaking.

Ever since he turned over Ye Zhu's window in the middle of the night, he didn't shy away from this faux pas as much as usual, and he yearned to step out of the window as soon as he raised his leg.The little boy was startled by him, he almost thought that the young master was going to jump off the building, so he rushed over, held him down, and begged, "Young master, don't think too hard, I heard that Immortal Chongning is not a bad person, and you are so handsome!" Mei, must be different from others, he will treat you well."

It's a little weird to say that.

Hearing this, Wen Xing was startled, and immediately held him through the sleeve, "What did you say?"

The little boy was about to cry, "Master, are you really stupid?"

Wen Xing was raised in Xiaquan and seldom entered the world. These dark and dark things did not make any sense at all, but after staying with Ye Zhuo for a long time, after listening to the silly words, he could also hear the meaning behind the words, and immediately frowned and said, "What the hell is going on?" what for?"

The little boy cocked his neck and said, "Master said, Xianjun came to the state capital in the past two days, and he must have a waiter by his side."

He sneaked a glance at Wen Xing, seeing that his expression was as usual, he continued, his voice became smaller and smaller, "The master also said that it is a great blessing to be a servant of Xianjun, if the young master does well, everyone in the Jiang family will , wealth and wealth are at your fingertips."

It turned out to be given to Chongning Xianjun as a pet.

The surroundings became quiet for a while, the big man waited for a long time, finally he was able to interject, and asked the little boy, "What's the relationship between your son and Mr. Jiang?"

The little boy lowered his head and said cowardly, "Young master is the master's son, son."

The big man clicked his tongue, and then asked, "Where is his mother? The father gave his son as a gift, and the mother won't stop me?"

The little boy shrank his neck, "Ma'am has passed away, and now this is the second wife."

The bystanders sighed.

Wen Xing stood where he was, with only the word "ridiculous" in his mind.

Chongning Immortal Monarch Yuzhi's sword cultivation is like the Jiuzhong Emperor Queyu's scholar in the world, shouting names is already blasphemy.In Jianxiu's mind, his description and behavior are like the white snow on the top of the spring, or the bright moon hanging high above the nine sky.Regardless of whether Chongning Immortal Monarch is related to Ye Zhuo or not, Wen Xing absolutely cannot believe that such a person would go out to prostitutes.

He felt it was absurd, and thought to himself, "Is it possible for Yingzhou Palace in Donghai to completely disregard the reputation of the palace owner in order to test a demon?"

He also thought, "The formation method varies from person to person, and the inner demon most reflects the state of mind of the person involved. I actually felt that the Immortal Chongning is Ye Zhuo. Could it be that he has been bewildered these two days?"

He stood there with a very cold expression on his face. The boy looked a little scared and didn't dare to stay longer. He tugged Wen Xing's sleeve and asked him, "Master, should we go back first?"

Wen Xing didn't answer, his face became more and more ugly.

At this time, the sound of Miss Jiuqing's pipa suddenly became louder, and the originally quiet voice suddenly became high-pitched, like yellow sand sweeping across, war horses neighing, and the song was coming to an end.

After the sharp strings, she raised her hand to make a lingering sound, gently rubbing the strings with her little finger, the sound of the piano spread like smoke and disappeared into the air.

The lingering sound curled up, and no one under the high platform spoke.

A moment later, Immortal Chongning in the curtain of the carriage applauded first, and said with a smile, "Farewell Zhang He, the girl's piano is as good as before."

Wen Xing involuntarily held his breath.

At the beginning of the sentence that Chongning Xianjun said, Wen Xing's attention was all on the word "Ye Zhuo", and he didn't pay attention to his voice. Now when I listen to it again, I am lazy and cynical, it is indeed Ye Zhuo's sound.

His brows were furrowed even tighter.

Jiuqing held the pipa in her arms, Shi Shiran saluted, and said, "Thanks to the immortal Lord for your love."

Wen Xing's face had completely turned cold, he left his seat, turned his head and went downstairs, and the little boy followed Wen Xing obediently, scrutinizing his face secretly, but he didn't dare to speak.

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This body was really tired and weak, Wen walked in a hurry, with no clothes on, and within two steps, he began to cough lowly.The little boy handed him the clothes, and said hesitantly, "My lord?"

Wen Xing stopped, turned his head slightly, and asked him nonchalantly, "When?"

He has always said very little, he only talks more when he is talking to Ye Zhuo, and when he is talking to others, he is born with the dignity of a monk. What?"

Wen Xing said, "When will I..."

He paused, a little embarrassed, "Give it to Xianjun?"

Xiaotong couldn't help but glanced up at his face, and said softly, "It's tonight."

Wen Xing nodded and stopped talking.

Back in the bedroom, the snow that had just stopped fell again unknowingly, the sky was misty, Wen Xing was sitting under the eaves, and in the small courtyard in front of him, someone planted a wintersweet in a large porcelain bowl, and the branches and leaves were full of flowers. There was a lot of snow, and the flowers tremblingly protruded from the inside, releasing a little bit of cold fragrance.

And once he took half a step back and returned to the room, he could smell the smell of medicine, bitter and astringent, and there was actually a small box of lip balm on the table, which was bright red and very refreshing. The body's father sent the child over.

Fortunately, no one insisted on forcing him to put on makeup, put it on the table, and left. He looked in the mirror, and found that the complexion of this skin was really outstanding. Not only did his sickly face not show decadence, but it had a desire to be bullied and destroyed.

Wen Xing understood in his heart that the identity in his dream was probably due to his poor health since he was a child and was of little value, so he simply gave it to his family as a gift.At this point, he has no idea what this demon is or how he broke it, so he stared aimlessly at the snow-soaked plum blossoms.

He was too shocked just now, Wen Xing couldn't detect it, but now everything is white, the world is quiet, and he can suddenly feel where the inner demon he is about to test comes from.

There was a boundless resentment in the boy's chest.

He is indeed unfavorable, and he has indeed given birth to a good skin, but he has never thought about who he will lie with, as a cheap gift that comes and goes when called, and if he is disgusted, he will die without a place to bury him.

This formation is indeed extremely subtle, the unwillingness and resentment were pierced into the limbs by mercury from the heart, and the cold hands and feet were cold. When he suppressed the discomfort and wanted to recite the mantra of clearing the mind, a very ridiculous thought suddenly rushed into him In his mind, even though he frowned tightly, it became more and more difficult to get rid of it.

Wen Xing suddenly felt that he, the master of the Mysterious God Realm, and the elder Xuesong who went down to the spring, were actually the same as this plaything boy whose name was not written down in the history books.

-It's just a gift.

A young man depends on his appearance, he depends on his talent. A young man is taught to be obedient and flattering, just as he was taught to be upright and dignified. He cannot make mistakes in every step of the way. There is no difference between the two.

What's more ironic is that whether it's the unknown young man who has been neglected by Zhu Jiang's family all the year round, or the talented sword cultivator who is famous in Xiaquan Palace and has a powerful sword spirit, the fate of the two will be rich and prosperous, or To be completely ignored, or to die alone in the empty white prison, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than a word of the fairy.

Wen Xing bit his lower lip hard, forcing out a little blood, and managed to keep the altar clear.

He glanced over, and saw the young man's pale face from the mirror on the dressing table, with a little blood on the lower lip spreading, which was magnificent and shocking.

At that moment, Wen Xing's soul seemed to be stripped from this skin. He watched coldly, looked carefully at the blurred eyebrows and eyes of the young man in the mirror, and thought coolly.

"The appearance is indeed not bad, but it is far from being top-notch, so it is not worthy of a fairy."

——The talent in swordsmanship is acceptable, far from being unparalleled in the world, how can you worship a fairy king.

His objective evaluation is "too young, impetuous, not from a high family background, and not even as charming as Jiuqing."

——Young and ignorant, with no character and no virtue, the status of a demon cultivator is much worse than Guangyu Yuanjun's disciple.

He thought in a daze, "How could Xianjun accept such a child? If it is not the most beautiful in the world, it should not even be qualified as a gift."

He took a deep breath, already felt the demon in his heart, and knew that he had already thought about it, but there seemed to be a fire buried in his chest, and it was suppressed for too long, even if it was sealed with ten thousand years of black ice, the sealed blood would be gone. To cool down, the fire is still beating deep in the chest, just waiting to break through the chest and burn him upside down.

Fortunately, at this moment, there was a click of footsteps.

Wen Xing woke up suddenly.

It turned out that the little boy came over and stepped on the dead branches under the snow. He walked up to Wen Xing and called young master in a low voice.

Wen Xing raised his head, his heart was very hot, but his face was cold. He nodded slightly and asked the boy, "What's the matter?"

The little boy added some clothes to him, handed him a stove, and said in a low voice, "My lord, go over, the master told Xianjun, Xianjun is waiting for you."

Wen Xing took a deep breath, suppressed the countless thoughts that were turning in his mind, pulled the fox fur, and said softly, "Let's go."

Holding the stove in his arms, he walked through the fragrant plum garden, leaving several shallow footprints on the half-foot-deep snow.

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The elder is so touching to write