small rivers and lakes

The hot spring villa occupies quite a lot of land, and the gatekeeper handed over a few servants to lift them up in soft sedan chairs. After walking for a stick of incense, they came to a courtyard with a rather exquisite view.

After settling down in the guest room, Zhong Yi sat obliquely on the grand teacher's chair in front of the window, with her injured thigh high on the desk, playing with her folding fan in a very unsightly posture, muttering: "What a pity my fan, that's Famous calligraphy."

Le Wuyou made the bed, walked over, picked him up and walked to the bed, recalled the previous fan, and felt that there was nothing outstanding: "Which famous artist?"

"Zhonglijue, the seventh generation lord of Xianming Mountain City." Zhong Yi said sincerely.

Le Wuyou wanted to throw him to the ground.

There was a knock on the door outside, and a crisp voice said: "Little man Ajin, by order of Mr. Wei, come to serve Young Master Le."

Le Wuyou walked over to open the door, and saw a childish boy bending over and waiting outside the door, holding a stack of clothes in his hands, and said with a smile, "Bring it in."

Ah Jin walked in, put down the clothes on the bedside, retreated to the corner, and waited for orders with his hands down.

Le Wuyou looked through it, and found that it was four sets of clothes, the fabrics were soft and windproof, all of them were first-class and good materials.

"You don't need to wait here, go down." Zhong Yi said lightly, with a flick of a fingertip, a small silver ingot flicked over.

Ah Jin grabbed the little silver ingot, and immediately smiled: "Thank you two sons, the villain is waiting outside, just say hello if you have anything to do."

Zhong Yi hummed, and said again: "Go and make some food, it should be light."

"Yes." Ah Jin walked out briskly.

Zhong Yi sat leaning against the bed, stretched out her hands and shook off a rouge-colored dress, and said with a smile, "This color is bright, let me see if you wear it."

Le Wuyou was wearing Zhong Yi's old robe, his chest was cut by An Guangsha's sword, and the fabric was turned out, looking a little messy, so he took it off readily.

His lines are extremely graceful, his waist is thin, and there is no grip. The morning light shines on the white skin through the window lattice, as if it is slightly glowing with porcelain light.

Zhong Yi licked his lips involuntarily.

Le Wuyou didn't realize how attractive she was at all. With a bare chest, she picked up the dress, looked back and forth, and curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Bright is bright, but it's too bright. At my age In an ordinary family, I think he is almost a grandfather, and I can't hold back this color..."

"What?" Zhong Yi raised his voice with astonishment on his face, he always thought that he was in his youth, if Le Wuyou was about to become a grandfather, wouldn't he also want to be a grandmother?

Pooh!What are you thinking about?

Zhong Yi said: "People who practice martial arts have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and their faces age slowly. Now you have picturesque features, and you look only eighteen or nineteen years old. Why can't you suppress this color? Put it on, I want to see it. "

Le Wuyou couldn't resist him, put on the clothes obediently, and found that Mr. Wei's size, which he had learned from somewhere, was exactly the same size. He tightened his belt, and his whole ape's back was like a waist, and he immediately became energetic.

The rouge is a darker red color, which makes his fair skin more and more contrasted. He raised his head to look at Zhong Yi with a smile: "How about it... drooling down."

"...Huh? Uh..." Zhong Yi suddenly came back to his senses, touched the corner of his mouth, and found that it was dry, and couldn't help glaring at Le Wuyou.

Le Wuyou leaned over, leaned in front of him, saw her reflection in his clear eyes, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the old man is still charming."

Zhong Yi nodded vigorously, and praised: "Not only is the charm undiminished, it is simply magnificent!"

"Sycophant!" Le Wuyou flicked his fingers on his forehead, straightened up, and looked through the remaining clothes, "These two clothes are bigger than mine, and they seem to be for you, Mr. Wei What a caring person."

After a while, Ah Jin brought a little boy, knocked on the door with a few food boxes and came in. He brought a small kang table and put it on the bed, and served four dishes and one soup, including steamed bream, sea cucumber with green onion, and abalone in clear soup. , roasted duck and Luoyang jelly, the color is fresh and tender, and it looks refreshing and palatable.

The two of them only ate some Jiuniang Yuanxiao yesterday, they had already been hungry after a fierce battle all night, and they each ate two large bowls of white rice to regain their vitality.

Le Wuyou changed the medicine on Zhong Yi's leg once, shook off the quilt to let him lie down and rest, and walked out by himself.

A Jin waited at the door with his hands down: "Master Le."

"I'll walk by myself, you don't have to follow."

"Yes."

The winding path of the hot spring villa leads to seclusion, Le Wuyou casually walked along the path, passed through the moon cave gate, and smelled a hint of sulfur at the tip of his nose. Magnificent assortment of peonies.

It turned out to be a huge open-air soup pond.

Leaving the flowers, Le Wuyou approached the hot spring, and couldn't help being stunned.

I saw the shimmering waves and dense water vapor, so I couldn't see very clearly. The man in the pool was sitting in the water with his back facing him, his back was thick and thick with thick muscles.

"How is he doing?" A deep voice came through the water vapor.

"Huh?" Le Wuyou was taken aback, "Who?"

The back of the person in the pool froze, and when he turned around, he was determined and fierce, and it turned out to be Long Yunteng.

The two never expected to meet like this, Le Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized: "Are you waiting for Mr. Wei?"

"En." Long Yunteng responded.

There was a sound of rushing water, he raised his arm from the pool, squeezed the white jade jug, poured a glass of wine, raised his head to drink, and said in a low voice, "How is Mr. Zhong?"

"He has rough skin and thick flesh, so he can't die." Le Wuyou smiled, walked to a futon beside the soup pool, sat down, picked up his wine pot, smelled it under his nose, and praised, " Good wine! Good wine!"

A smile appeared on Long Yunteng's resolute face.

Le Wuyou didn't need a wine glass either. He picked up the jug, turned his face to the spout, and poured three gulps. The rich aroma of the wine permeated the water vapor in the soup pool.

Leaning against the pool wall, Long Yunteng casually played with the white jade glass in his hand: "The matter between you and him..."

"Elder brother can't understand?" Le Wuyou interrupted him.

Long Yunteng was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "If it's just a consolation, I can understand, but I see that there is a deep affection between the two of you, and you have the intention of staying together forever."

"Stay together forever..." Le Wuyou licked the wine stains from the corners of his lips, and chuckled, "Brother, I like this word very much."

"Aunt Ruo Le knows that you are with a man..."

"She probably won't blame her," Le Wuyou snatched, "You forgot, my mother likes a handsome young man the most. With the appearance and figure of that friend, in my mother's eyes, he must be top-notch."

When mentioning his mentor, Long Yunteng smiled faintly, and a trace of tenderness flowed from the corners of his long and narrow Danfeng eyes: "Not bad."

Leaning on a round boulder, Le Wuyou leaned on a round boulder, and the thin lips and smiling eyes of Zhongyi appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but smile all over his face, and said with a smile: "Brother, Wuyou has lived for 27 years. , the first time I know what it's like to like someone."

"How does it feel?" Long Yunteng raised his arm and handed the white jade wine glass to him.

"Hey, haven't you ever liked anyone? For example..." Le Wuyou slowly poured a glass with the jug, and smiled mischievously, "Mr. Wei?"

Long Yunteng laughed: "Nonsense."

Le Wuyou smiled and said: "Although Mr. Wei is beautiful, his body is weak. He might not be able to withstand the might of the eldest brother. Why don't you try... the eldest brother finds Su Yuhen that evildoer? But he is as thin as a stick, and his hand sensitivity is not very good..."

"The more you talk, the more unbearable it is!" Long Yunteng's face darkened, but the deep love in his voice did not diminish in the slightest.

Le Wuyou laughed loudly, leaned against the boulder and raised his head, lifted the jug high, and the clear liquor flowed down and fell into his mouth violently.

Long Yunteng turned around to look at him, and saw that there were smiles on his brows and eyes, drinking and laughing wildly, wanton and flirtatious, he couldn't help but smiled slightly: "It seems that Mr. Zhong is very satisfied with you."

"Brother," Le Wuyou drank a few sips of wine, wiped his mouth, and looked at him with a smile, "With Zhong Yi, I am very happy, no matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, he always makes me happy from the bottom of my heart ...Eh, you are..."

His eyes fell on Long Yunteng's chest, and he saw that the chest was broad and majestic, with muscles like iron, and there was a black palm print near the heart.

Long Yunteng glanced down, and wrote lightly: "A few days ago, I ran into Su Yuhen by chance. After a fierce fight, I was hit by his palm on the chest, leaving this scar."

Le Wuyou remembered that it should be the fierce battle at the Taoyuan Inn before coming to Luoyang. At that time, Long Yunteng was indeed blown out of the window by Su Yuhen's palm, but he did not expect to be injured so seriously.

Yi Gu Lu fell off the boulder, knelt on one knee by the side of the soup pool, raised his hand to touch the palm print, and frowned: "I don't know where the evildoer's martial arts come from, it's very weird..."

"Wuyou, why did you hang out with this devil?" Long Yunteng didn't care about the scars, but asked about their past.

Le Wuyou sat down cross-legged by the pool, thinking back for a moment: "I met the evildoer ten years ago in Jinling, it's ridiculous to say that the two fought for Miss Liu, and I joined forces with Kaiyang, but we never fought. He didn't know each other without fighting, so he became friends. Not long after that, the case of exterminating the family in Heluo Mountain Villa came out. The devil full of evil turned out to be my good friend, I can only blame him for drinking flower wine in Jinling, and he used an alias, Suxiting..."

"What?" Long Yun hurriedly stood up.

The water splashed and splashed Le Wuyou's face.

"What are you doing?" Le Wuyou yelled angrily, but suddenly the voice stopped abruptly. Long Yunteng's muscles were covered with a thin film of water, which shone with oil under the sun. There is a clump of hair between the legs, and the dragon among the clumps is sleeping, but it is amazing in size and majestic.

Le Wuyou whistled: "Brother is so skinny!"

"Nonsense!" Long Yunteng's unsmiling face flashed an invisible trace of embarrassment, sat back in the pool, and asked with a straight face, "What do you think the devil's alias is in Jinling?"

"Suxi Pavilion," Le Wuyou was puzzled, "Is this name weird?"

Long Yunteng narrowed his Danfeng eyes slightly, and thought for a moment: "Yes, this name is a taboo in the court."