small rivers and lakes

Le Wuyou hugged Su Yuhen to the bed, cut off the shaft of the arrow, untied his clothes, looked at the shoulder that was pierced by the arrow, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Master Zhong, please bring me a pot of hot water. .”

Zhong Yi folded his arms and stood beside him without moving.

"Master Zhong?" Le Wuyou looked up suspiciously, seeing his unhappy face, thinking that he hadn't offended this ancestor, he wondered, "If Master Zhong is okay, please bring a pot of hot water up." .”

"Humph."

Le Wuyou gasped: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"I don't know Hall Master Zhong." Zhong Yi said with a straight face.

"..." Le Wuyou grinded his back molars, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence, "Please bring a pot of hot water up, ah! Trick!"

Zhong Yi didn't need to make a transition, and instantly changed from icy cold to smiling like a flower, and said softly, "Ah Jue can do all of Ah You's requests."

Le Wuyou grasped Zhihuang's sword hilt, and it took three points of her internal strength to resist the urge to slash him with a sword.

Su Yuhen lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, Le Wuyou held the arrow and said in a low voice, "Hold on, I'll pull the arrow out."

Su Yuhen didn't speak, Le Wuyou pulled out the arrowhead suddenly with his right hand. His technique was extremely steady, and the barbs on the arrowhead brought out a few traces of flesh and blood.

Zhong Yi pinched the arrowhead, stared at the three-edged arrowhead with gold and silver staggered on it for a long time, and muttered: "There is no poisoning..."

"Brother's heart is like a curling pot Qiuyue, of course he won't quench the poison."

"Hmph." Zhong Yi was unhappy again.

Le Wuyou carefully washed off the blood near the wound, took a pot of spirits from Zhong Yi, took a mouthful, and sprayed it on the wound.

The wine was so strong that it could almost burn the wound, but Su Yuhen didn't say a word, if it wasn't for the bead-sized beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, he would have thought he was already dead.

Zhong Yi took out the medicine powder from his purse and handed it over, Le Wuyou held the medicine powder with a complicated tone: "Didn't you say that this medicine is hard to find?"

"As long as Ah You wants, let alone a thousand gold, even if it is ten thousand or one hundred thousand gold, Ah Jue won't blink an eye."

"...Thank you." Le Wuyou smiled, sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound, and bandaged it up gently.

Su Yuhen just opened his eyes, looked straight at Zhong Yi, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

Zhong Yi opened the folding fan with a bang, and said in a loud voice: "Master Zhong Yi of the Tianxia League Wangyou Hall."

"What's your mother's name?"

"...Huh," Zhong Yi was stunned, blinked his eyes, and said seriously, "What is Guzhu Su asking, and Jiaci's name can be freely announced by him?"

Su Yuhen stared at him with sharp eyes for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Ayou, this kid is full of nonsense, you have to be careful."

"Hey, hello!" Zhong Yi called, "Isn't it because you refused to tell you my mother's name, and you just sowed discord like this? I have a loyal heart to Ah You, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other! Ah You, don't you think so? "

Le Wuyou wiped off the sweat from Su Yuhen's forehead with a damp cloth, and said lightly: "Monster, your body is much worse than before."

"Why are you ignoring me?" Zhong Yi grabbed Le Wuyou's sleeve, shook it twice, and said sadly, "Ayou, tell me, is my loyalty to you a lesson? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?"

Le Wuyou sighed: "You are so annoying."

"..." Zhong Yi's face was hurt all of a sudden.

As the night gradually deepened, Su Yuhen fell into a deep sleep, Le Wuyou took a jar of stale wine, jumped up to the roof, and looked at the blurred crescent moon in the night sky.Not long after, a figure lightly landed beside him, with the sweetness of roasted chestnuts in sugar.

Zhong Yi stuffed a chestnut into Le Wuyou's mouth and muttered: "You are so impatient with me tonight."

Le Wuyou laughed, thinking because you are really annoying.

The two sat side by side on the roof, peeling sugar-fried chestnuts and drinking. After a while, Zhong Yi said softly, "Long Yunteng has been looking for you."

"I know." Le Wuyou replied lightly.

"But you're not going to meet him."

Le Wuyou took a sip of wine, leaned back, and lay down with his head on the ridge of the roof. After a long time, a low voice came: "If you want to let big brother know my past grievances, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, He will also go forward, but what I am doing now is that if I make a mistake, I will be lost forever, so why drag him into the water?"

"En." Zhong Yi responded and stopped talking.

Le Wuyou looked up and saw him sitting in the moonlight, his white clothes reflected the moonlight, like a piece of jade, gentle and quiet.

Zhong Yi lowered her head and looked at him, and the two looked at each other in the moonlight.

Le Wuyou suddenly realized that the person in front of him was so handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, with affectionate brows and eyes that were as gentle as crumbled moonlight.

He couldn't help laughing: "Little beauty, if you go to the Jinfen Building to list, I'm afraid even the most popular Miss Liu will be compared."

Zhong Yi frowned and smiled, as if enjoying his teasing, and said with a light smile, "Ayou, if Long Yunteng and I fall into the water together, which one would you save?"

"..." Le Wuyou was taken aback.

Zhong Yi blinked, and asked in a soft voice, "Well, will you save me?"

"..."

"Hmph, you will definitely save Long Yunteng, I knew it," Zhong Yi said angrily while pinching a candied chestnut, "You two are friends of the president, I only met after you tied your hair , I lost from the beginning, and Long Yunteng cares about you so much, he has been working on your old case for ten years, and Haitian Liancheng is so rich and powerful, the emperor has only six drivers, and he dares to drive eight horses, I A shabby little beggar who doesn't even have a carriage... How can I compare him to him..."

Le Wuyou silently covered her ears, thinking gloomily: Although you have little money, you talk a lot.

Zhong Yi turned over, pressed on his body, pulled away his hands covering his ears, stared straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "Why does he care so much about you? Are you broken sleeves?"

Le Wuyou's face suddenly changed, his hands broke free from the restraints, and he swung his palms to hit his chest.

Zhong Yi didn't move, and received his slap, her beautiful face twitched in pain, and she grinned: "Ayou, you still have me in your heart, you don't even use [-]% of your internal strength."

Le Wuyou didn't expect that he didn't even hide, and pushed him away, trying to stand up, but Zhong Yi became stubborn, grabbed his wrists with both hands, and pressed him back.

"Let me go!" Le Wuyou struggled angrily.

Relying on his tall body, Zhong Yi pinned him down firmly, looked into his eyes with a smile, and asked with a nonchalant smile, "Ayou, have you ever seen the sea on a moonlit night?"

"The black sea water is slightly rippling, and the water is full of fine moonlight. The breeze ruffles the surface of the water, and I can only see the night tide of thousands of miles, shining with silver... just like your eyes."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yi leaned over and kissed his eyes lightly.

Le Wuyou held his breath in surprise.

The faint smell of alcohol lingered between the two of them, Zhong Yi pecked and parted, there was a slight smile on the corners of the eyes and brows, and a long sigh overflowed: "My Ayou..."

Le Wuyou suddenly got into trouble, threw him away with all his strength, jumped on him, grabbed his collar, and asked viciously, "You... what do you mean?"

Zhong Yi was pressed down by him, looked at him frankly, and said with a smile: "I can't help it."

The author has something to say: Zhong Yi, the top brand of Jinfenlou, is 22 years old, 180 in height, 70 in weight, (beep...) 18, good at dancing Errenzhuan (fan dance), and prefers missionaries beep beep beep...

Performing arts does not sell body, when the beneficiary is Le Wuyou, sells body but not art.