Caisang under the clear moon

Feel sorry! "

Zhu Li was startled, but saw Wu Sang raised his eyes and looked at him at this moment: "That night is about to part, I drank a few more glasses, so I can't control it!"

Zhu Li: "..." His cheeks burned even more when he heard it, and he had a bad premonition.

But Wu Sang was very solemn, and said it with great difficulty and shame: "I'm sorry, if it wasn't for the white and mellow pear blossoms, I drank a few more glasses, and I would never dare to offend you." Wu Sang took a step forward: "You If you are angry about this, you will kill or fight, I have no complaints."

Zhu Li didn't know that it would be so embarrassing to talk about it face to face, and besides, his mind was full of past events, he just felt his back was burning, so he couldn't help but took a step back, but almost tripped himself: "I'm not angry about that! "

Wu Sang thought differently from ordinary people. He didn't think that Zhu Li was not angry anymore when he heard this, but he immediately thought that Zhu Li was not angry for this one thing, but for another thing: "The night you got married..."

Zhu Li thought that Wu Sang was talking about something serious, but he couldn't get back to his senses for a while to concentrate on dealing with it.

He didn't know if he was embarrassed or not, but subconsciously wanted to force himself to calm down, so he forcibly put on a straight face and kept his voice steady: "The question is about the wedding night!"

Wu Sang leaned against the tree trunk with his back, looked at Zhu Li who took a step back, and sighed a little: "That night...that night you drank medicinal wine in Yihuan Tower, and when I brought you out, you always went to me. Rubbing on your body, I'm...I'm the one who kissed you." He was breaking the can, but seeing Zhu Li's face getting worse and worse, he regretted that he had pushed his obsession on Zhu Li, so he had to bow his head: " It's my fault, I always..."

With a firm sound, Zhu Li shot very quickly, the blade that was two inches away from his neck just brushed against his neck this time, and nailed to the tree trunk. If you want to kill, you have to do what you want." He couldn't say the words, he thought that Zhu Li was impatient and wanted to take revenge.

However, Zhu Li didn't know whether he was so embarrassed by Wusang's words that he lost his mind, or because he was afraid that the threat from the sword would not be enough, he put his hand on Wusang's mouth, and said extremely difficultly: "Stop talking!"

Is it true that he met Wu Sang in Yehe Lane, and...

Although Zhu Li's hands and feet were weak from the embarrassment, he recovered his superficial composure within a few breaths. He withdrew his hand as normal as possible: "You have wounds on your body, I smell blood!"

He changed the subject, wanting to expel the embarrassment and the rapid heartbeat together.

But Wu Sang waited for his hand to move away, and said: "You seem to have a fever, your hand is very hot!"

in unison.

Wu Sang: "Skin wounds, don't get in the way!"

Zhu Li: "It doesn't matter if you catch a cold!"

in unison.

Zhu Li coughed, and rubbed his fingers on his forehead again and again, not daring to speak.

It was Wu Sang who broke the silence: "You... newlyweds, why did you come out?"

"Because because..." Zhu Li suspected that the climate in the north was so weird that people had hallucinations. He could hear Wu Sang's tone softened. He paused and stroked his tongue vigorously: "I'm just I am waiting for you here for this matter, I have something important to ask you!"

"En." Wu Sang pinched his fingers together, pulled out the sharp sword on the side of his neck, and inserted it into Zhu Li's scabbard. Seeing Zhu Li take a few steps forward, he also followed: "Ask."

Zhu Li lowered his voice and rubbed his ears: "Lin Buyue was killed on the night of getting married..."

Wu Sang didn't react for a moment: "Who?"

"bride."

Wu Sang looked slightly cold: "I didn't kill her, why did I kill her?!"

The climate in the north is not strange, and Zhu Li couldn't hear Wusang's words softly. He didn't know where he hid his reason that night, so he followed Wusang's words: "Why did you kill her? That's a shame. I should ask..." Fortunately, I stopped in time, the embarrassment was gone, and there was only coldness left in the atmosphere.

"When did you enter Zhu's mansion on the wedding day? Why were you not seen at the banquet? When did you leave Zhu's mansion? What did you see?"

Wu Sang: "... What do you think?"

Wu Sang sighed in frustration, he didn't have the courage to sit at the banquet to receive a glass of wine from Zhu Li majestically, and even gave him a wedding speech!With what mood can he go after his new house to see what can happen there!What can happen there on your wedding night? !

Fortunately, Zhu Lishi's physical skills are top-notch. Even though he stumbled and stumbled twice after walking three steps in embarrassment and remorse, he managed to maintain a calm face: "When did you leave?"

"At the same time as you, just behind you."

"Oh!" Zhu Li didn't dare to ask.

Seeing that he was very depressed, Wu Sang patted him on the shoulder: "Well, why does a man have no wife, you...sorry."

Zhu Li turned to look at him: "I'm not sad!"

Under the moonlight, those eyes were so bright and breathtaking that Wu Sang paused for a moment.

It was not easy for him to do business this trip, he went through hardships all the way, and then walked from Zhaozhou to Luocheng after killing someone, who would have known that the ups and downs of his mood in this short period of time would exceed the ups and downs of his journey!

Zhu Li didn't know what to think of, so he lowered his head and turned the topic again: "The Zhu family is in trouble because of this, I just want to find out the truth of this matter as soon as possible."

"...Oh" Wu Sang felt his heart fall from the peak to the bottom of the valley, and the strong wind was blowing in his chest, making it feel empty and cold.

Zhu Li lowered his head and walked forward, but Wu Sang fell two steps behind. He was tired and didn't want to move, so he stood behind and watched Zhu Li's back as he moved forward.

The author has something to say: the slow-moving author should be dragged out and beaten~

My heart hurts when I think of going to the dentist/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Sunny and cold, it is the kind of night when the sky is dark blue, the moonlight is very bright, but it is extremely cold, it is not a typo::>_<::

Thank you, those who wrote comments, those who cast thunder, and those who poured nutrient solution, you made me not lonely, let me persevere, do more exercises, and strive to write better (bow)!

☆, good night is short

The moon cast a pale light, stretching Zhu Li's figure very long. Standing a few steps away, Wu Sang watched Zhu Li walk alone, getting further and further away from him.

He was dizzy by Zhu Lirao tonight, and he no longer knew how to think. He only knew that the person walking in front, whether in the past or in the future, was someone he could not catch up with, and could only stare at silently.

While Zhu Li in front was walking, he staggered for some reason, this was not the first time tonight, Wu Sang frowned slightly, and rushed to help Zhu Li: "What's wrong with you?"

Regarding how to deal with Zhu Li, he has determination and self-control occasionally, but he has no ambition at all.

But as a person whose life is on the edge of a sword, what is his ambition to do in this matter!

Zhu Li just said lightly: "Legs are weak!" When he supported Wu Sang's arm, Wu Sang could feel the tension in his whole body, Zhu Li just stared at the road in front of him: "Let's make it outside All night."

Wu Sang glanced at Zhu Li: "It's too cold outside." The man shivered from the cold.

Zhu Li looked back at Wu Sang suddenly, and said softly, "But the moon is shining outside."

Wu Sang: "...Okay." Zhu Li's eyes were the same as what he saw when he fell down in front of the Zhu family's carriage more than ten years ago and just woke up. No matter what he asked for, it was impossible to refuse.

He couldn't refuse.

Wusang's horse didn't go far, he took some clothes from the package on the horse's back to keep out the cold, and sat down with Zhu Li under the tree.

The surrounding fields are open and the moonlight is quiet, Wu Sang's heart is empty just looking at it, and Zhu Li doesn't know how to see the moonlight!

When Wu Sang turned his head to look, the person who said the moonlight was good was not looking at the moonlight, he had already fallen asleep with his head tilted!

From Xuzhou to Luocheng, this person had traveled for several days, and he looked really haggard and tired. Wu Sang looked at it for a long time, then looked away.

It was okay when he was active in the wilderness, but it was even colder when he sat quietly. Wu Sang put his clothes on Zhu Li and sat cross-legged, exercising Qi and expelling the cold. Suddenly, Zhu Li was short of breath, his face was flushed, his whole body was shaking violently, and even his teeth were chattering.

Wu Sang was taken aback, and stretched out his hand to touch Zhu Li's forehead. The temperature was frighteningly high. He tried it again with his chin, but it was still hot. It seemed that Zhu Li's words of "it's okay if you catch a cold" were completely unacceptable!

Zhu Li's situation couldn't be delayed, Zhu Li hugged Zhu Li with one arm, and shook his shoulder with the other: "Hey, keep it?"

If it was not a last resort, he would not dare to offend Zhu Li as he said.

dare not.

Zhu Li snorted twice in his arms, unable to open his eyes in a daze.

Wu Sang sighed, put the man on the horse's back, and galloped the horse, but a cup of tea was already beyond the city walls of Luo City, he let go of the horse, carried Zhu Li on his back, and used his lightness skills to climb up. The city wall escaped the patrolling sentries on the city wall and slipped into the inner city.

In the middle of the night and unfamiliar with the place, Wu Sang had no choice but to find a nearby inn to settle down, and asked someone to bring a brazier for Zhu Li to keep warm, and then forced the reluctant Xiaoer to invite a doctor.

Even though Xiao Er didn't want to run errands in the middle of the night, but seeing the gleaming sword blade in Wu Sang's hand, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and sneak into the night.

The house burned by the brazier was as warm as spring, but Zhu Li was still shivering under the quilt.

Wu Sang sat beside Zhu Li's bed, rubbing his palms on Zhu Li's forehead over and over again.

Forced by the livelihood, Wu Sang is good at dealing with trauma, but people like Zhu Li who are burned are confused.

It was the shopkeeper who heard Xiaoer’s complaint and ran up to take a look, and quickly asked someone to bring a basin of cold water, and directed at Wu Sang: “It’s burnt like this, quickly wrap a cloth towel and put it on his forehead, it’s a foolish burn.” !"

Only then did Wu Sang clumsily apply a cloth towel on Zhu Li's forehead.

I don't know if it's the little girl who is traveling fast or the doctor lives nearby. After a while, the doctor has already been invited to see the doctor and ask for pulse. The doctor may not have woken up. I saw him closing his eyes all the time, feeling calmly. Holding Zhu Li's wrist tightly, Wu Sang was so angry that he could hold it back with difficulty.

Wu Sang was impatient with the doctor dropping the bookbag, so he forced someone to prescribe the prescription with a cold face, and handed over the matter of getting the medicine to that waiter. To get medicine, but also to guard the stove to boil medicine.

Wu Sang wrung a cloth towel and applied it to Zhu Li's forehead. According to the doctor's account, Zhu Li had a severe fever. To cool down, it was not enough to just apply the cloth to his forehead.

Holding the dripping cloth towel in his hand, Wu Sang lingered beside Zhu Li's bed for a long time.

The northern autumn wind was strong, and Zhu Li's delicate, white and tender cheeks were chapped by the wind, a layer of dry skin hung on his reddened face, and there was a soybean-sized blister at the corner of his mouth. He looked so haggard and pitiful. , not as handsome and gentle as before, but Wu Sang looked at him so carefully, but still...

He didn't dare, but couldn't help but think about it.

Wu Sang took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to untie Zhu Li's collar. When the cold cloth was touching his chest, Zhu Li trembled subconsciously. Wu Sang hurriedly raised his eyelids to see that Zhu Li was breathing heavily, still did not wake up.

Only then did he feel relieved, and after wiping Zhu Li's chest with a cold cloth towel, he wiped his palms on his clothes, and then held Zhu Li's wrist and pulled Zhu Li's arm.

The autumn wind can't see through his clothes, and Zhu Li's body is still light wheat, with the strength of a martial arts practitioner, with a thin layer of muscles attached to his chest, Zhu Li's back is beautiful and strong, his chest is in line with his back The kind of beauty lining.

Wu Sang rubbed his nose, the autumn in the north is too dry, he drove for a long time, blowing the wind for a long time, saw Zhu Li, and even peeled off Zhu Li's shirt, he might have a nosebleed.

Wu Sang had pinched Zhu Li's wrist before. He and Zhu Li were in a difficult situation in front of the Liu Mansion in Zhuzhou. At that time, they held each other's wrists, borrowing each other's strength to keep themselves going, but this time...

Probably because they were all dressed neatly at that time, probably because they were standing side by side at that time, and also because he didn't drink too much alcohol at that time, and he didn't do those things after drinking...

Wu Sang's fingers rested on Zhu Li's wrist for a moment, he obeyed his own warning, when his eyes swept over Zhu Li's chest, he just passed by, not daring to look carefully.But when he looked up and saw Zhu Li, he was so startled that he used his hands so hard that he almost broke Zhu Li's wrist.

Zhu Li didn't know when he woke up, with a pair of clear eyes, he was staring at him under the dancing candlelight.

Wu Sang's legs were a little cramped, but he was still calm when he stood up. He swallowed, "You, you have a fever. The doctor said it's best... cold compress!"

Wu Sang was afraid that Zhu Li would not believe it, so he raised the cloth towel in his hand to Zhu Li, but he was too forceful, and all the water in the cloth was squeezed out by him, dripping on Zhu Li's chest and abdomen, the round and bright water The beads slid down along Wu Sang's skin, slipped into the clothes hanging on the side, across the waist, across the lower abdomen...

Wu Sang felt his nose itchy, so he wiped it with his hand. His fingers were covered with bright red blood, and he quickly blocked his nose with a cloth towel in his hand.

"Qiuqiuqiu...the sky is too dry!" Wu Sang couldn't breathe, his tongue was tied.

At this time, the calmness on his face became a mask, the stiffness after numbness.

The expression on Zhu Li's flushed face was also very flat, he just hummed, and made a vibrato.

Wu Sang's nose bleeds profusely, the cloth towel was stained with a large bloodstain, and the nosebleed continued.

Zhu Li wrestled the wrist that was about to be broken from Wu Sang's hand, and sat up half-supported: "Put cold water on the forehead."

Wu Sang squatted in front of the water basin, grabbed the cold water in the basin and poured it on his forehead. After splashing it several times, the nosebleed gradually stopped. stand up.

Zhu Li was sitting on the bed, not making a sound.

On the other hand, Xiao Er brought in the medicine after boiling it. Seeing Wu Sang squatting motionless by the basin, half of which was filled with bright red blood, he thought something terrible happened, so scared that he almost threw the medicine on the ground, Wu Sang He quickly caught the medicine bowl with sharp eyesight, and then he stood up and brought the medicine to Zhu Li's eyes: "The medicine is ready...it's for wind and cold."

Zhu Li leaned forward a little, took a sip from the medicine bowl in Wusang's hand, it was hot and bitter, and he frowned at the unpalatable taste.

Wu Sang fumbled around in his bosom with one free hand, and handed a round pill to his eyes: "This, hawthorn ball."

Zhu Lin let out a hum, and sat up straight on the edge of the bed. He took the medicine bowl, closed his eyes and poured down a bowl of medicine, and then took the hawthorn ball from Wu Sang's hand.

Wu Sang carried this thing with him, the sweet and sour taste dilutes the bitterness in his mouth, and when he stared blankly, Wu Sang had already taken the water for rinsing his mouth.

Zhu Li didn't refuse this time and was not polite. After Wusang finished serving him, he stretched out his hands to gather his clothes, sat upright on the edge of the bed, looked at Wusang solemnly, and secretly took a few times of luck before saying: : "Wusang, I have something to tell you, you..."

Wu Sang's hand, which was washing the cloth towels, paused for a moment, and he stood up after just one moment, squeezed the dripping cloth towels, and quickly cut off Zhu Li's words: "The doctor said that you have a severe fever, you need to take cold water Applying it, sweating, recuperating, and..." Wu Sang paused, feeling a little self-deprecating: "This is the best way."

Wu Sang was scared.

Zhu Li bit the thin flesh inside his lips with his teeth, and nodded obediently: "Okay!" He took off his burqa, coat, and middle garment consciously, and laid on the bed with his upper body covered: " You do it."

Wu Sang frowned deeply, and without looking at Zhu Li again, he put a cloth towel on Zhu Li's forehead carefully, soaked another cloth, and gently wiped Zhu Li's hot chest.

In autumn, the well water was extremely cold, and Wu Sang felt that the cold was about to penetrate to the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly a fiery hand held his cold hand soaked in well water, Usang was like a frightened bird, his nervous trembling betrayed his calm expression.

But Zhu Li looked straight into his eyes, and his voice was no longer as gentle and smooth as usual, but trembling and hoarse: "Wusang, do you want to..."

Startled by this turning point, Wu Sang stood up straight: "What, what?" Did he misunderstand?

However, Zhu Li bit the corner of his lips, resolutely pressed Wusang's hand to his chest, brushed his fingers on Wusang's wrist twice, and said very seriously, "Yes, that's what I mean, do you really want to?" In order to be more straightforward, Zhu Li had already drawn Wu Sang's hand half a foot across his body, and it stopped right in front of his chest.

The author has something to say: I might have to drive. I couldn’t hold back when I was writing this chapter. I ran out and weighed myself three times, but it didn’t work (I gained five catties during the Chinese New Year and still haven’t lost weight)!But the tone of this article is relatively light, not happy, so I repeated "The Love of My Life", the version sung by Yang Zi in the battle of sounds of nature, and then reversed the happy wind.

Ah, let's have a serious drive (cover your face) in the next chapter!

I wrote thank you words in the last chapter, but they didn’t show up, so let me say it again: Thank you for listening to my slow and monotonous stories, for writing me reviews, for throwing mines at me, you made me feel uncomfortable lonely.

When it comes to writing novels, I only have passion but no skills or talent. I need a lot of practice to tell the stories I want to tell wonderfully. Thank you for accompanying me on this long journey. Companionship is the longest love. Confession.

☆, good night is short

Zhu Li raised his eyes and looked at Wu Sang. He finally mustered up the courage to ask this question.

The advantage of illness is that it can wear down one's will, slow one's thinking, relax one's self-discipline, and allow one to find the crack of self-willed indulgence.

His journey was full of wind and frost, and the first breath he held was to see Wu Sang. Only by seeing Wu Sang could he verify the sprouting in his heart, and he could be sure that he never avoided talking and avoiding, and once he thought about it, the unbearable affection would come to an end Is it an illusion, or is it real.

But when he saw Wu Sang, the sprout in his heart was like a sacred tree that grows when it meets the wind, and it quickly spread and stretched, becoming a towering tree.

Even so, his introversion, Wu Sang's retreat and fear in his words and the restraint in his actions were all like a sharp sword chopping down the big tree that was about to burst into the sky, and he hesitated because of the burden.

Now that he asked the question, he held Wu Sang's hand tightly and waited for the answer.Wu Sang's fingers were thin and slender, and when he squeezed them hard, they were a little bit painful, and they had just been soaked in well water, so they were wet and cold, against his scorching chest and crazy heartbeat, it was extremely difficult to bear.

But Wu Sang quickly covered his nose with the other hand, and dark red blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Seeing this, Zhu Li picked up the slipped towel and handed it to him: "Hey, you..." This damn nosebleed came at a really bad time.

"I want to." Wu Sang covered his nose and lowered his head, but raised his eyes to look at him: "I think, really want, especially..."

When he spoke, he was as quiet as a lonely peak, and his nosebleeds flowed down like a clear mountain stream, staining his clothes. Zhu Li interrupted his solemnity, stood up, and blocked his nose with a handkerchief: "I know, I know! Wu San, apply cold water to your forehead."

The basin of water was stained red again. With a beep from the candle, Wu Sang cleaned it up and stood up: "I... want to, but you're sick..." He said nasally.

Zhu Li bit the delicate flesh inside his lips, trying his best to calm down, so that he would not show any shyness or shrink back at this time, the advantage of fever is that it can cover his flushed face.

"You're thinking too far, even... I have to do it!" Zhu Li stared at Wu Sang, watching Wu Sang's face change, but he didn't budge.

The atmosphere was dull and delicate, Wu Sang bowed his head sternly, as if he was seriously thinking about an eternal problem, Zhu Li's confidence was lost in this silent waiting.

Does it really matter?It's nothing more than... It's not that he doesn't understand, it's better to...

However, Wu Sang raised his head to look at him at this time: "Okay." He said, his eyes were too serious, blocking back Zhu Li's about to blurt out his retreat.

Wu Sang looked at him, "Zhu Cunzhi, don't regret it!"

"Why should I regret it?" Zhu Li asked back, but when he looked into Wu Sang's eyes, he suddenly realized that what Wu Sang said was not about "who will come" and not regret it!

Zhu Li sat upright on the bed, held Wu Sang's hand, rubbed it a few times, then raised the back of Wu Sang's hand, and kissed lightly: "I won't regret it. And I, I think now, would you What...Brother Cheng?"

Wu Sang couldn't refuse, couldn't refuse Zhu Li's eyes at this time, and the just-right expectation and appeal when he called Brother Cheng.

Wu Sang avoided his eyes, although his face remained the same, but the stiffness and tension of his limbs revealed his embarrassment and tension: "But you are sick."

Zhu Li stared at Wu Sang with his eyes, and lightly gnawed on the back of Wu Sang's hand with his teeth: "As you said, you have to sweat to get better." He smiled with the corners of his lips raised.

Zhu Li is used to being serious and gentle, and what's more, what he said earlier was so dignified and serious. His sudden action made Wu Sang froze from his mind to his body, and he was stunned for a long time before he remembered that he had indeed said that he would sweat. If only the fever can be reduced, but does he mean that?

"It's best to sweat after taking medicine, okay?" Zhu Li asked again.

Wu Sang gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

What if Zhu Li doesn't get what he wants, what if Zhu Li recovers from his illness, what if...

Zhu Li immediately regretted it!

Zhu Li grabbed his arm and pulled it, Wu Sang fell on the bed in an instant.

Zhu Li's body was very hot, and when his fingers brushed across his face, there was a scalding mark. When he stared at him, his eyes were burning with fire, and his breath was like a hot tongue. Wu Sang felt that he was going to be set on fire. up.

Zhu Li whispered softly: "Brother Cheng... Cheng Qiu... Wu Sang! In the past, in the past, and now, every time you leave without saying goodbye, I miss you very much, very special." You can't even cry, you can only think about other things to divert your mind.

Wu Sang brushed his back with his hand: "I'm sorry, I am..." In the past, it was forced by life and caused by self-esteem. Later, it was limited by status, frightened by one's own desires, timid and cowering, and caused by low self-esteem.

"In the future..." Wu Sang couldn't continue, Zhu Li's lips still had the bitterness of herbs, dry and stinging.

It turned out that when Zhu Li wanted it, it was so fierce and fiery, and it was not like the usual March spring breeze caressing him. Wu Sang was almost taken away by him, but he still had remnants, so he pulled out the wooden hairpin that tied Zhu Li's hair, and knocked it out. lit a candle.

The moonlight is more alluring than the candlelight, and a few wisps of moonlight slipped in through the crack of the window, illuminating them vaguely, and one could clearly see a bit of the teeth marks that the young master of the Zhu family had bit on Wusang's jaw: "Wusang, you look so good-looking!" He said He breathed slightly from time to time, but his tone of voice was still calm and slow, but the hand that moved towards Wu Sang's chest was swift and powerful.

"Wusang, the curvature of your shoulders is round and powerful, very beautiful..."

"Wusang, you have a thin waist, and you look really good..."

"Wusang, your legs are straight and long..."

Wu Sang's clothes were half-removed, and he was tortured unbearably by Zhu Li's impetuous and gentle methods, as if a fire was burning on his body, and this man held the cold water to put the fire in his hand, but only sprinkled it drop by drop.

He remembered the time when Zhu Li took him away in Yihuan Tower, when he spoke on Zhu Li's neck, Zhu Li became stiff, touched Zhu Li's neck with his fingers, only moved twice, and warned him: "Don't talk!" Already!"

Sure enough, Zhu Li snorted, and squeezed the hand that landed on his thigh tightly, causing a layer of torrent to rush over Wu Sang's back, and Wu Sang couldn't help snorting.

Wu Sang, a person who was so painful that he kept silent, but the slight humming just now was very provocative, and Zhu Li was so shocked that his mind was confused. He, a sick person, didn't know where he got the strength to ruthlessly. Folding Wu Sang's leg, he stopped kissing and stroking, and rushed over with the urge to die with the enemy.

This kind of pain is very different from being cut by someone with a sword, Wu Sang could hardly bear it anymore, he ran up, but was caught tightly by Zhu Li, he couldn't get out, he didn't dare to make another sound, Fearing that Zhu Li would be excited again, he could only pant heavily.

The young master of the Zhu family is as familiar with the woods of Yihuan Building as his own backyard. He has bought gouache and cream for the popular young lady in Yihuan Building, but he has never called the young lady to serve him. Mendao knew it very well in his heart, but he had never had an actual battle, so he was forced to stop here at this moment. He squeezed Wusang's leg a few times in discomfort, and he could see that he was going to Wusang under the white moonlight. Mulberry legs are pinched green.

Wu Sang didn't say a word, and felt that his attack was slowing down, so he touched his back and comforted him: "Don't worry! How about I..."

Wu Sang rubbed his hands on Zhu Li's back to sweat, it was really a layer of sweat after taking the medicine, but he bit the tip of his tongue and couldn't say the words "come by yourself", he only propped up his upper body, I want to take Zhu Li into a correct posture.

Zhu Li thought that he was going to repent, so Kenyi pushed him on the chest: "Don't think about it! You, you turn around!"

Wu Sang took a deep breath, and moved forward a little before he escaped from Zhu Li's grip. After all, the young master of the Zhu family was a frequent visitor to Yihuanlou, and the way he knew it was clear, but his actions were really rude later on. Sang even legs are a little soft.

Moonlight didn't want to peep, and slipped out, leaving only darkness in the room.

He just leaned over on the bed, Zhu Li reached out his hand to grab a handful of his waist, pulled him to half kneeling, and ran his hand along his waist, the trembling stimulation was more unbearable than the pain, Wu Sang snorted again.

It was really easier this way, but Wu Sang still almost burst into tears from the pain, he buried his head on the pillow, clenched his fist with one hand to endure the pain and discomfort desperately, while with the other hand he turned his back and gently stroked Zhu Li's tense leg.

Wu Sang felt that there were very few times like this, he didn't think about anything, but his chest was still full.

This is Zhu Li, giving him a posture that would make him feel humiliated when he thinks about it, an unbearable pain, and a moment of stability that he can't usually ask for.

This is Zhu Li's first taste of cloud and rain, and with Wu Sang, he became interested, even disregarding the hardships of the journey these days and the discomfort of fever. After hearing the smell of blood, he calmed down a little, remembering that Wu Sang was still injured.

Wu Sang half-closed his eyes, only looking at him from the corner of his eyes, a vague silhouette in the darkness, his hand running along Zhu Li's waist: "It's nothing, it's just a small injury."

However, Zhu Li still died down, lying sideways beside Wu Sang, his heart beating wildly for a long time before returning to calm, he put his hand on Wu Sang's chest: "Let me show you the injury."

Wu Sang squeezed his hand: "No, it doesn't matter. I want to wash up first, you..." Wu Sang handed him a cloth towel: "Wipe it off, don't catch a cold again!"

Zhu Li propped himself up and looked at him: "I'll wash too, wait until you finish washing!"

The candle was lit, and when Wu Sang got out of bed, he put on his outer shirt, which was extremely tightly wrapped.

Xiaoer’s face was almost devastated when he brought in the hot water. There are really few people staying in the middle of the night in a small place in Los Angeles, and it’s even more difficult to go to such a place in the middle of the night. Zhu Li took out a large ingot of silver as a reward before changing it Come to Xiao Er's smiling face.

Zhu Li was half lying on the bed, listening to the sound of water, saying that he was waiting for Wu Sang to finish washing, but after a while, he was hypnotized by the sound of water, his eyelids twitched, and he only needed to tilt his head to find a comfortable place to sleep. Zi, has fallen asleep.

He was really tired, and he didn't notice it when Wu Sang wiped his body, he just sank into a dark and sweet dream, when he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the room was filled with warmth from the sunlight shining through the window sills.

The yellow sunshine in the northern autumn.

Wu Sang turned his back to him, still motionless, Zhu Li was lying still, the weakness in his body and the lethargy in his mind didn't know whether it was because of taking the medicine or sweating later, but they all disappeared.Thinking about what happened last night, he was amazed at his own cheekiness for a while, immersed in unreasonable joy for a while, and returned to full peace and harmony for a while.

Afraid of waking Wu Sang, he gently stretched out his arms to wrap around Wu Sang's shoulders, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wu Sang caught him, and Zhu Li laughed: "Are you awake?"

Wu Sang still turned his back to him, hummed, and then held his hand without moving.

Zhu Li got closer, and swiped his hand from Wu Sang's shoulder, and suddenly stopped, Wu Sang also froze, and quickly turned around to face him.

"On this back..." Trapped in madness last night, he never noticed such a deep scar on his back.He finally came to his senses, Wu Sang put out the candle first, and put on his robe when he went to take a bath.

"Ugly?" Wu Sang half-closed his eyes.

Zhu Li put his arm around Wu Sang's waist, and he could still feel the scar: "It's not ugly, does it still hurt?"

The wound has been around for a long time, and it is on both sides of the psoas muscle, two long lines, this is not a scar caused by a sword, it is not left from going to Zhaozhou, so it is only Cangxia Mountain.

Because of Wu Sang's late return, or because of Wu Sang's involvement in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu under his repeated insistence and coercion?

Wu Sang hugged him tightly, and the vibration in his chest almost moved Zhu Li when he spoke: "It doesn't hurt now, really."

Zhu Lin let out a sigh, he was hurt by Usang, he struggled a bit, happened to meet somewhere under Wusang's clothes, Wusang's eyes darkened instantly, and he hid for a while.

On the spur of the moment, Zhu Li moved his hand under the quilt and touched it. Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and Wu Sang was holding his wrist and trapped him under him. Wu Sang frowned slightly, and his eyes were dark like anger , but the words he said were extremely gentle: "Young man, don't provoke me in the morning!"

Zhu Li smiled: "So what if you provoke me?"

Wu Sang let him go dejectedly, and only kissed him on the side of the neck: "Forget it, you're still sick." Zhu Li was encouraged, and had a way out, so he quickly moved over, but Wu Sang was on guard. , he was trapped by Wu Sang grabbing his hands: "Don't move."

Zhu Li was agitated by this voice, and he asked almost hoarsely, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Wu Sang smiled lightly: "You can try next time."

Zhu Li bumped his elbow and hummed twice: "It's not your turn, you agreed, and you still want to go back on your word?"

Wu Sang tightly circled him: "I don't regret it, nor do I regret it. What about you, do you regret it?"

Zhu Li shook his head: "No." He smiled a little: "I won't take advantage of it and act like a good boy!"

The author has something to say: Then, let’s move on to the plot!

This issue is bye!

After telling this story, I still have the next story to tell. Anyway, it’s Danmei. I hope I can grasp the rhythm next time and don’t be so slow. Also, the next book must be written a lot before it is released, so don’t worry anymore Update the question, and have time to carefully revise the article, huh, I hope to meet you again then.Ah, the cheerful style is the next one to try!In short, you need to practice more and tell the stories you want to tell more excitingly. Let’s go, little train

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If the two of them didn't get up again, there would be a waiter knocking on the door outside: "The medicine is ready, the guest officer can ask the younger one to bring it in."

At this moment, Wu Sang stood up and put on his clothes: "No." Two cold words.

Zhu Li rubbed Wusang's waist, and added with a smile: "Thank you, brother. I'll go out and get it myself." Laughed a bit.

Wu Sang glared at Zhu Li, and went to wash up on his own, he wouldn't be bedridden by this matter, but it was a bit uncomfortable after all.

Zhu Li comforted him: "I heard Lingqi..." He paused when he mentioned the name, "He said that when he just picked up the guests, he lay in bed for a whole day and didn't get up."

With water dripping on Wu Sang's face, he turned to look at him, and said straightforwardly: "That man put medicine in your wine!"

Although Zhu Li couldn't remember the specifics of that night, he also thought that he must be rude and lost his composure. He rubbed his fingers on his forehead and said, "He... I didn't expect him to..."

Wu Sang laughed: "Young man, you are very handsome, you'd better not mess with others!"

The corners of Zhu Li's eyes slanted when he heard this, and he was quite proud: "Wusang, are there still few rumors about you in the Jianghu? You are not impressed by your beauty, and everyone says that you probably have hidden diseases."

Wu Sang leaned over and brought a burst of cool water vapor. He looked deeply at Zhu Li: "Young man, I will not be unmoved by the beauty in front of me. If you don't believe me, just...!"

Zhu Li felt that the atmosphere was not right