Don't Forget Everything

Han Muchuan listened to Wei Chuyue tell the story, it seemed simple but inside it was the result of many entanglements and wrestling, it was not easy at all.

"You said it was close, that is, Cai Jingshan failed to hold the Chifeng camp in the end?"

Wei Chuyue nodded: "Then there was bandit trouble, and it lasted for several years until Mu Xuan came."

"It's bandits, but it's actually organized by several other families to make trouble for Cai Jingshan."

"It's like this in the Southwest. It's impossible for one family to dominate, and it's also impossible to completely trample a family to death. The Baibi Mountain Villa was burned down and the walls were left. It can still be rebuilt, and even the Baibi Zhaoxuemei that is full of the yard can be replanted." But the horse farm was too expensive, so Yuan Tao picked up a ready-made one. But Yuan Tao didn't have anyone who could raise horses well, and he couldn't breed good ones. Now it has become a hunting place for clansmen. "

"Do your masters still have teaching strategies?" Wei Chuyue has learned a lot, and he has learned everything. When Han Muchuan picked up Wei Chuyue, he was still young. How much can he learn?No matter how smart he is, he needs a good teacher.But why teach him those things?Wei Chuyue has no intention of official career.

Wei Chuyue seemed to be focused on the chess game and did not answer Han Muchuan's question.

"Are you also acquainted with Mu Xuan, the leader of Chifeng Battalion?"

Wei Chuyue frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

"You were able to let Yan Xu out for three years because you trusted Mu Xuan. Otherwise, if you borrowed someone from Wuwangzhai, he would have to transport it as a mountain of gold, and this deal may not be possible."

Wei Chuyue wanted to laugh a little: "Am I so greedy?"

"I mean you value affection."

Wei Chuyue looked sideways slightly, and said: "It's not enough to be acquainted. We have drank wine, gambled money, and raced horses together. They are friends worth making."

Drinking, gambling, and horse racing, no matter how they sound, they are all hanging out with wine and meat friends, how can they be worthy of friendship?Han Muchuan kept his eyes on Wei Chuyue, and couldn't help but want to ask more.In the past, Han Muchuan never asked. If Wei Chuyue had something on his mind, he would quietly accompany him, neither inquiring nor disturbing. Wei Chuyue would say it when he wanted to.But Wei Chuyue seldom talked about his own affairs. What happened to him when he was young, why both his parents died?Who were his masters, and where are they now?Why does he seem to be ambiguous with the court forces?

"A Yue, have you never mentioned me to others?"

Wei Chuyue was taken aback by Han Muchuan's question. He really didn't mention it. Before Han Muchuan came to Biancheng this time, no one in Wuwang Zhai had heard the name Han Muchuan from Wei Chuyue except Wei Lin. He met Han Muchuan and came to Wuwangzhai to look for Wei Chuyue, but he didn't know that Mr. Han was the famous No. [-] sword in the world, and he didn't know the relationship between Han Muchuan and Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue opened his mouth, but still didn't speak, he was a little guilty, but Han Muchuan smiled: "So, I am also the person that Ayue hides in his heart."

What Han Muchuan said was not irony, he laughed because he was sincere, what Wei Chuyue never mentioned was the most important thing hidden in his heart, like his biological father and biological mother.

Wei Chuyue's ears were a little hot, and he wanted to pull his wrist back from Han Muchuan's hand, but this time, Han Muchuan let go: "I won't hire you anymore, let's continue talking."

Han Muchuan has interrupted Wei Chuyue several times, and Wei Chuyue can no longer talk about serious things. He doesn't know where Han Muchuan learned these provocative tricks. Not only do he talk a lot, but his eyes are frighteningly straightforward, as if he wants to eat people. up.

Wei Chuyue dropped the chess piece in his hand, stood up, and looked down at Han Muchuan: "Han Muchuan, let's talk."

"This...isn't it talking?"

"you know what I mean."

Han Muchuan could hear it, but Wei Chuyue's face did not seem to be happy, but showed some entanglement and hesitation. This kind of expression was not common on Wei Chuyue's face. He was afraid that Wei Chuyue would drive him away again.

Wei Chuyue didn't say anything more, he walked over and closed the window, and when he turned around, Han Muchuan was still sitting where he was.

"It's okay if you don't want to. I didn't sleep well last night. I want to sleep a little longer. You can go out first."

When Han Muchuan heard that he was really going to chase someone away, he stood up abruptly and put it in front of Wei Chuyue: "Ah Yue, tell me, I'll listen."

Han Muchuan was almost standing close to Wei Chuyue, the two of them didn't touch each other, leaving a distance of paper, forcing Wei Chuyue to lift his chin slightly to look up at him.Wei Chuyue smiled, and suddenly remembered Han Muchuan's sword. The first sword in his hand never went straight to the opponent's throat. It belonged to Han Muchuan's sword.

Sword intent is mind.Wei Chuyue has been studying for ten years.Three years ago, he thought he had learned it, but it turned out that he lost miserably.But this time, it was Han Muchuan who delivered it to his door.

A smile flashed across Wei Chuyue's eyes, he stretched out his hand to wrap Han Muchuan's back of the neck, pressed the man in front of his eyes, and kissed him easily.

This time it was Han Muchuan's turn to be stunned, and the next moment he came back to his senses, while changing the kiss to plunder, he quickly reached out to wrap his arms around Wei Chuyue's waist, but he couldn't be told to run away.

It wasn't until both of them were out of breath that they slowed down.

"Ah Yue..." Han Muchuan's throat tightened, "What do you want to tell me?"

Han Muchuan's eyes are full of anticipation, like a doll reaching out for candy, the real expectation and longing are written on his face.

Wei Chuyue looked at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "What should I say? I don't remember."

"A Yue..."

There seemed to be a pool of spring water in Wei Chuyue's eyes, which were dense enough to cover the ripples on the water surface, trying to conceal it, but also hooking it faintly, Wei Chuyue put his hand on Han Muchuan's cheek and neck, and stroked his earlobes and temples with his fingers , as if scratching the itch in his heart, the person who hooked him couldn't help it, and kissed him again, the words he wanted to say had already been swallowed, all the effort of talking and talking was spent here, so there was no need to worry about anything else of?

Han Muchuan couldn't take care of it, Wei Chuyue took care of him, his palm was on Han Muchuan's belt, his fingers lightly traced the jade buckle, and he poked Han Muchuan's waist with a force so subtle that it was hard to detect, but the scorching heat burned from other places .Wei Chuyue heard Han Muchuan's heavy panting, and lightly untied his belt with his hands, and it fell to the ground with a crackling sound. There was a soft sword hidden in Han Muchuan's belt.

"You haven't carried a sword for many years, why did you bring it?" Wei Chuyue wanted to ask this question a long time ago. Han Muchuan seldom used his sword since the first battle with Han Chongwen, because there was no worthy opponent. The sword on his body was sealed, but he hid a soft sword in his waist.This is like a person with poor martial arts who hides a lot of hidden weapons and poisons in case of emergencies, and is terribly afraid of death.

"It was given by you, I dare not not wear it." Han Muchuan kissed him with a smile, and hugged him to the ground.The soft sword on Han Muchuan's waist is a treasure that Wei Chuyue found. He made a special trip to the snowfield to give it to Han Muchuan. When Han Muchuan took the soft sword, he frowned slightly. At that time, he had already sealed his own sword. , Wei Chuyue's soft sword seemed to express his dissatisfaction with his sword sealing.

Jiuque Hall is hidden in the snow field, but it is not a place as clean as snow.Regardless of whether Feng Jian is dangerous or not, Wei Chuyue just likes the way Han Muchuan wields a sword, so he has to give him another sword, just as a decoration.

Thinking about it now, Wei Chuyue regarded Han Muchuan as his own at that time, he had clear likes and dislikes, so he didn't need to make a fuss about it, Han Muchuan would follow him in everything.

"At the beginning, I clearly disliked it. A person should have a beginning and an end, and the outside and the inside are the same, so I simply dislike it to the end." Wei Chuyue's words seemed to refer to three years ago.

Han Muchuan put his hand under the robe, and whispered in Wei Chuyue's ear, "I've never been away from him. The Xing Yuan Sword has been on my side for more than ten years, and it's hard to get rid of it for a while. I can't see its goodness at first glance. I put it on. Only then did I realize that I couldn't leave, and Ah Yue should blame me for my shallow knowledge." This is a soft sword, and it seems to be responding to what happened three years ago.

Wei Chuyue's clothes were half open, revealing the collarbone below his neck. With the rise and fall of his chest, he seemed to be able to reveal more. Han Muchuan lowered his head and simply took his lips and teeth to undress, and the tip of his nose was covered with a faint fragrance of moon lin.

Following the temperature of Han Muchuan's palm, Wei Chuyue's waist and legs were rubbed into a light crimson color, hidden under the messy clothes, secretly burning, Wei Chuyue suddenly raised his knees against Han Muchuan, leaned up with his elbows, and stared Looking at Han Muchuan, he saw the brilliance of certainty in his eyes.There was such a light in Han Muchuan's eyes when he was fighting Han Chongwen, and when he was climbing the sky. Looking at him like this now, Wei Chuyue couldn't help but twitched his lips, and paused for a moment before saying, "Han Muchuan, no one has ever been able to stand up to me, Wei Chuyue." I took advantage of it, and the account of the day before yesterday has not yet been settled."

Han Muchuan took Wei Chuyue's legs in his arms, licked his lips, and asked earnestly, "How do you calculate it?"

"Hmm... I don't know either, I always feel like I'm at a loss, a blood loss, a death loss..."

"Give you the Nine Que Hall."

"Heh, didn't you say it's worthless, what can you do for me?"

"Ayue, what I said is that Jiuquetang is worthless, so I'd rather give it to you." Han Muchuan leaned down, rubbed the tip of his nose against Wei Chuyue, greedily fell in love with the incense on his body, and smiled overflowingly: " The snow will fall in a month, and the red plums in my yard will be in bloom, and it is the most festive to hang red silk and set off with white snow."

Wei Chuyue half-closed his eyes, squinting at Han Muchuan's eyes, as if he was a little drunk, moved his waist and was held by Han Muchuan again.

Han Muchuan's two words seemed to bring Wei Chuyue back to the snowy field.Han Muchuan's courtyard is far away from the main courtyard and main building of Jiuque Hall. On the edge of a cliff, facing the sky in the distance, red plum blossoms are planted, which is extremely simple.Han Muchuan's eccentricity was born in such a minimalist and quiet environment, he was always alone, he had nothing, all he could and would give to Wei Chuyue was himself, that is everything.

"The number one sword in the world? Hmm... it seems to have some meaning."

"Only a little?" Han Muchuan's tone seemed to be begging, but his eyes were full of determination. Wei Chuyue was in his arms, and his eyes were warm and soft.

"Then Han Muchuan will be mine from now on?"

"Always."

"Let's sign the deed first, it's on the case." Wei Chuyue seemed to have set a trap for Han Muchuan, waiting for him to slip in by himself.

Han Muchuan smiled happily, and since then he has been "righteous", so he put all his weight on Wei Chuyue's body, pressed him against his chest, and pressed him into the soft quilt, trapping him, possessing everything, every collision As if to force Wei Chuyue to shout out that he is his.

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Wei Shao: I'm not the protagonist, the plot is over~ I'll sleep a little longer