Master Xiao thinks about those years

It was night, the wind was blowing, and the wind was howling.

In the silent mountain forest, even the sound of birds can hardly be heard, but there are three people galloping back and forth in this mountain forest with light work.

As the three of them shuttled back and forth, the narrow mountain forest became more and more receding. After a while, a small wooden house with orange lights appeared in the empty night.

In the boundless night, this cabin is like a harbor carved out of ice and snow.

With a quiet and peaceful gentleness.

Fu Nian stood in the forest in front of the wooden house, watched Meng Huan push the courtyard door and entered the small wooden house.

The wind and snow whistled in his ears, and his hands hidden in the cloak trembled slightly.

"My lord, don't you want to go in?"

Zuo Xiang lowered his head and asked cautiously from the side.

There was some confusion inside the rune, the person he was looking for was right in front of him, and he was looking forward to it so much, but when he got here, he became a little timid.

No, he shouldn't be afraid of Fu Nian.

He is the lord of the blood clan, what is there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, his throat rolled, and he said to Zuo Xiang: "Go", then strode boldly towards the courtyard surrounding the small wooden house.

Zuo Xiang didn't dare to say a word, and hurriedly followed.

Fu Nian didn't know what mood he was in to walk into that courtyard, the dim candlelight was close in front of him, and Fu Nian looked at the small door of the wooden house that was close at hand, and suddenly felt weak in his legs and feet.

Bite the bullet and walked to the door, with his hands hanging in the air, trying to knock on the door, but he didn't come down for a long time.

Zuo Xiang looked anxiously, almost wanting to slap the door with Fu Nian's hand.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the guts.

Fortunately, during the stalemate, the door suddenly opened with a "huh".

"Master, senior brother... you, you, you—"

Wearing a blue shirt, Meng Huan stood at the door, slurred his speech, looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, his face was as colorful as fireworks.

Fu Nian's face was dark, but he didn't look at Meng Huan. The moment the door opened, he was lying on a wooden bed with a man in white clothes. Although he only glanced at him, it was a very familiar face.

It's Mo Qing, that's right.

He felt that the blood in his veins was speeding up, and all timidity was forgotten for a while.

He was anxious to go in, but there was still Meng Huan blocking in front of him.

"Step aside"

Fu Nian returned to his usual coldness and was not polite to Meng Huan.

The panic on Meng Huan's face hadn't recovered yet, he said awkwardly, "Brother, listen to me—"

"What are you listening to? Liar without blinking an eye, didn't you tell me today that you never go out for a walk?"

Meng Huan felt guilty and helpless: "Brother, it's not—"

"Stop rambling, get the hell out of here"

Fu Nian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly threw Ren Yi aside.Meng Huan was pulled so that his body was unstable, he staggered a few steps and was about to fall, but fortunately Zuo Xiangyan quickly supported him.

"Young master, it's not that you don't know the temperament of the lord, why bother to keep Mo Qing outside without telling him..."

Zuo Xiang looked at Meng Huan, and spoke earnestly, Meng Huan frowned: "Why would I want to hide it from him..."

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Inside the cabin, candles are brightly lit.

In the center of the room was a furnace of orange charcoal fire, crackling and burning, exuding the fragrance of pine nut wood.

The whole room is filled with the warmth of an ordinary family.

A man in white was leaning on a small wooden bed in the room, quietly reading a book of poetry.

The person who read the book had a gentle and handsome side face, long ink-like hair loosely draped softly over his thin shoulders, and the small bed was close to the stove, giving him a warm orange glow.

At that time, because someone broke in, he put down the scroll in his hand, and raised his head for no reason.

Fu Nian stood at the door, looking straight up.

Four eyes facing each other.

The river is still, and the flowing clouds are stagnant.

No one spoke, Fu Nian's eyes were bright, reflecting the person in front of him, as if a star had fallen in his eyes.

The person on the bed just looked at Fu Nian quietly, with long and peaceful eyes.

Fu Nian's throat moved, he was stunned for a moment, and finally opened his mouth a little excitedly: "Moqing..."

Hearing this call, the person on the bed put down the scroll in his hand, stretched out a weak and boneless hand and pointed to the wooden chair next to him: "Sit!"

The voice was gentle, without a hint of coldness.

Fu Nian immediately sat down on the wooden chair obediently as if he had found a treasure.

"Are you... better...?"

There was a pause in the sentence twice, Fu Nian looked at the person on the bed, his eyes flickered, and he felt that his mouth was quite stupid.

Mo Qing looked at him and said lightly, "It's better."

"That……"

Fu Nian opened his eyes, and wanted to ask something, but suddenly felt that he was short of words.

There was silence in the air, with unconcealable embarrassment.Zuo Xiang was eavesdropping outside, his brows and feet twitched in embarrassment.

Fu Nian was speechless, but Mo Qing opened his mouth. His face was calm: "Are you ... a friend of Young Master Meng?"

The tone was slow and the question was earnest.

This sentence fell into Fu Nian's ears, and it was like a huge rock stirring up a stormy sea in an instant.

What's the meaning! ?

He... don't you know him?

Fu Nian stared at the person in front of him in astonishment, his eyes burning, as if wanting him to stare at him.

Mo Qing was stared at uncomfortably, and asked again in a strange way: "Are you... are you a friend of Young Master Meng?"

Is he a friend of Young Master Meng?

Is it?

Mo Qing... Is this what you should ask?

For a moment, Fu Nian's scorching heart turned cold for the most part. He felt that the searching and unfamiliar eyes of the person in front of him were extremely dazzling, and he was driven by an impulse.Fu Nian rushed forward and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Who am I, don't you know?"

Fu Nian stared at the person in front of him with a hasty and panicked expression. His movements were not serious, and Mo Qing was frightened by the sudden change.

He frowned, trying to break free in displeasure: "My lord, I have never met you before, so how would I know who you are?"

In a word, Fu Nian's heart was completely chilled.

"Why don't you know me, you and I are—"

"What is it?"

Mo Qing raised her eyes and asked, but Fu Nian choked up again.

What is it?

what is it then?

He couldn't answer.

"No matter what it is, you know me, and you must know me."

Fu Nian's answer was almost outrageous, there was no reason, with a sense of nonsense, even the volume increased a lot.Meng Huan, who was outside the door, heard this, and thought that Fu Nian was about to get angry, so he hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.

"Brother, you said you would not bully him!"

There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, as if protecting something he cherished. Hearing this, Fu Nian became more and more depressed.

"Which eye of yours saw me bullying him? He belongs to the deity, and it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

Fu Nian let go, and sat down on the chair with a cold face.Seeing this, Meng Huan could only shut up resentfully.

On the contrary, Mo Qing, who was leaning on the bed, watched the conversation between the two of them back and forth, and the doubts in her eyes deepened.

"You are Young Master Meng's... senior brother?"

"Sorry, Mo Qing, I forgot to tell you. This is my brother Fu Nian. His sudden intrusion must have scared you?"

Meng Huan smiled slightly, with regret in his eyes.

After Fu Nian heard this, his chest became more and more turbulent.He was annoyed that Mo Qing didn't know him, and he was not reconciled because he came too late.

If he had come earlier...would it be different?

"What are you doing here today?"

The gentle voice interrupted Fu Nian's thoughts. He raised his head, looked at the ignorant Mo Qing in front of him, paused for a while, and said lightly: "Come to see you"

"see me?"

There was a strange flash of Mo Qing's eyebrows, and he asked suspiciously, "I've never met you before, how come..."

"No, we're not strangers." Fu Nian paused: "On the contrary, we... have a close relationship."

"close?"

The weirdness in Mo Qing's eyes deepened, he couldn't figure out the meaning of the word "intimacy", he just felt weird.

But Meng Huan and Zuo Xiang, who were at the side, clearly understood the implication of these words.

As a result, the insiders were confused, and the outsiders blushed first.

"Are you wondering what this intimacy means?"

In the silence, Fu Nian opened his mouth leisurely.Meng Huan suddenly had a premonition that he should not look at evil, and he was about to stop something, but the next moment he was silenced by Fu Nian and stopped.

Mo Qing had been wondering for a long time, and naturally wanted to know what Fu Nian was talking about, so she asked happily, "What does it mean?"

Fu Nian held the corner of his mouth, and his bright smile was full of sinister: "You liked me so much before, you really don't remember...the things about the two of us in bed?"

Speech is light and the sentence is slow.

After saying nothing, there was a "boom", and Mo Qing's face turned pale.

"what?"

Fu Nian's words were beyond common sense, Mo Qing's head was swollen, and his lips were trembling.

"What nonsense? I didn't say a word of nonsense, why did you forget?"

Fu Nian was grinning, with seriousness in the corners of his brows and eyes.

The person on the bed was in a daze, as if subverting the whole world.

Fu Nian was still staring at him, and now he had changed from being annoyed when he learned of Mo Qing's memory loss to being grateful.He thought, since that's the case, why not...

Turning around in a crooked mind.

Meng Huan saw through Fu Nian and was already heartbroken, while Zuo Xiang, who was standing by the door, was blushing and couldn't see it.

"I, I'm really with you..."

After being stunned for a long while, Mo Qing questioned as if seeking proof, but because of her feelings, she couldn't say the following words at all.

He couldn't say it, but Fu Nian smiled sweetly, and answered without hesitation: "You really don't remember any of the years when we were lingering together?"

"you are lying!"

Mo Qing's face was as white as paper, his lips were trembling, and his soft black hair drooped because of his trembling body, covering half of his face.

Mo Qing's long and narrow eye ends were thinly red with shame, her eyelashes trembled, and her white clothes were loosely draped over her body, revealing her fair collarbone, and she exuded an invisible temptation.

Fu Nian was originally looking at Mo Qing jokingly, but this time his whole body became hot from his shy expression.