Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

Tomorrow and tomorrow, Yucheng of Wei State stands majestically at the edge of vision.

Although the state of Wei is a country of martial arts, there are exceptions, such as Yucheng. Yucheng is most famous for its literati building, which is dedicated to the literati who have traveled here to leave wonderful ideas and masterpieces that have been sung throughout the ages.

After booking a room at the inn, Xiao Jiu stayed to tidy up, while Ye Junan and Yu Qingwen decided to go for a walk to see the city.

This time Ye Junan was wearing wide-sleeved clothes. It was not awkward. The streets were full of literati-like dresses. Yu Qingwen also put down the bound sleeves, and the crow-colored deep clothes hid his well-proportioned muscular body. Pretend to be a literati.

After walking not far, I found that those "literati" were all holding a fan in their hands, shaking it occasionally. Yu Qingwen didn't see Ye Junan playing with the fan before. He subconsciously glanced at Ye Junan, and Ye Junan didn't care what he was complaining about , said, "Waving a fan is something that ordinary people and the emperor can do. I have been weak since I was a child, but I have never traveled with a fan."

"But the young master is more like a literati than they are without a fan." Yu Qingwen may have been deeply influenced by Xiao Jiu, and sometimes he would suddenly say something to the young master, with earnest eyes, "They draw a ladle like this, what do they look like?"

"It's painting a ladle according to a gourd." Ye Junan felt the feeling of being a teacher and teaching the way from the big man. With such corrections, Yu Qingwen gradually became a little bit poetic, and he couldn't compare with the young master.

"No matter what you draw, it doesn't look like it at all. The blood on your body is very strong." Yu Qingwen said.

"Keep your voice down, I'm not afraid someone will beat you up," Ye Junan joked with him with a smile.

"They dare not come to fight with me in front of you." Yu Qingwen is very sure that these people will not trouble him, of course, maybe secretly.

"How could it be?" Ye Junan didn't quite believe it, and looked at all kinds of colorful pottery products on the side of the road, and said in surprise, "I'm nothing, just an ordinary person, what's the difference if I read two more books?" ?”

As long as you stand there, you are already different from ordinary people.

He thought silently in his heart that Ye Junan had already picked up a Qingtong knife, looked at the pattern on the knife, and stroked the red pendant on the head of the sword, which seemed to teach him to draw out other emotions.

He looked at the sword again and again, and bought it anyway, without putting it in the scabbard, and holding it in his arms like a baby.

Yu Qingwen held the scabbard for him. Seeing that the scabbard was gorgeous and bright in color, he knew it didn't match the simplicity of the bronze sword, so he followed behind him all the time, holding the scabbard, holding it, but he didn't intend to let it get wet. to the bronze sword.Yuxi.

After that, Ye Junan didn't buy any new things that he looked at more often. He stroked the sword in his arms silently, turned and left.

From the setting sun to the beginning of the lanterns, the two walked aimlessly, and arrived in front of the gate of the literati building.

At night, the door of the literati building was also closed. Ye Junan asked Yu Qingwen to take him to the small attic near the sky, and sat in the corner with his sword in his arms. After a long time, he heard his dry voice.

"I have a very outstanding brother, very outstanding, only inferior to me in appearance, other than that, I look up to him everywhere."

"One day two years ago, he came back from his father...father's palace...the main house. He came to see me. I was awake at the time, but he thought I was asleep."

"I was the first to know that he was leaving. I might be selfish too. I think the most outstanding person in everyone's eyes would be me when my brother left. My brother finally shook my hand and packed up the little things. The wall went away, and he didn't come back."

"He has the right to inherit, but no one can be jealous of him. He is too powerful. Although he has never said it clearly, it is a blessing for Jin to have such a prince. Father doesn't like him, but only me."

"Until I also wanted to leave Jin, I went to find my father on the same windless evening."

"He told me a story."

At this point, Ye Junan stopped, he couldn't control his emotions, the sage books he had learned for many years were not enough to explain his remorse and sadness.

Yu Qingwen didn't dare to disturb him, and sat by the wall by the window without saying a word.

But Ye Junan didn't continue for a long time, just curled up and hugged the bronze sword tightly, his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the night, he could only smell a little blood, he must have been injured.

"Qingwen, this is my elder brother's sword. Whenever I cried when I was young, he would give me the saber he carried with him to play with, but I don't like cold swords. When the sword falls to the ground, the sound of crying Bigger again."

Yu Qingwen frowned, always thinking that the young master would not be bothered by things, showing such a sad expression.

The young master stroked the sword, calmed down for a while, and could no longer hear the slight trill when speaking.

"I am the number one son of the Jin Kingdom. I have gained a false name. I always feel that I am not good enough. I hope that I can become him. Until now, the most similar thing between me and him is that I left without saying goodbye and never plan to go back. "

"I didn't expect to see a similar sword in Yucheng. And my brother may have left the Western Regions alone."

"..." Yu Qingwen tried to approach him, to see his situation, Ye Junan had already stood up by himself, straightened out the blood-stained clothes, put away the sword, and looked a little calm.

"Let's go back."

Yu Qingwen led him along the ridge of the house, which was no different from the flat ground, but the wind was stronger, and the wide sleeves and hem of the clothes were blown up.

That night, the young master developed a high fever, and Xiao Jiu was so busy that he still kept talking about Yu Qingwen. He was so ashamed, so he asked to stay by the stove to boil the medicine. Beside him, a silver data flow suddenly lit up all over his body, changing his appearance from beginning to end.

It was San Er, with deep and shallow regret in his blue eyes. If the host's soul and body were not still traumatized, he would not have been so deeply influenced by the original owner. Usually, what the host hates the most is being affected by other people's emotions. control.

He reached into the basin, took out the cold towel, and covered the host's forehead, and stuffed the cold hand into the host's palm.

Looking at it, I really want to touch it, even if this is not the host’s own body, Saner can simulate the temperature of a human being, but it’s actually a little low. He sat for a while, pressed his cheek against him, and rubbed his cheek lightly, scorching hot .

It can't be cured with ancient medical techniques.

He was a little worried, secretly took out a few cold medicines and fed them to the host, and brought water to drink, he reacted weakly, and swallowed the water and medicine together.

When Yu Qingwen came back from taking the medicine, he saw Xiao Jiu resting on the bedpost, and Ye Jun'an, whose forehead was covered with a towel, blushing.

The medicine was steaming, let it cool down a bit, and then asked the young master to drink it slowly, his eyes were only opened a slit, and he was leaning on the pillow behind his back, and he was always stumbling around. When he finished drinking the medicine and went to sleep, it would be dawn.