Breeding Jiao

At that time, the Shuixiao Palace was just a Beihai palace, and its specifications and standards were already considered magnificent, but now the Dragon Lord's ostentation is even more astounding.

The engagement banquet was held in the main hall of Shuixiao Palace, and the attendants of the two clans stopped outside the door. According to the rules, the bride of the Yu clan was not allowed to show up. As soon as she got out of the car, she was helped by the maids to the back hall to rest. The remaining envoys of the two clans They entered together.

Wang Shu was restless, looking sideways at the main hall. The red candles in the hall were flickering, and the light gauze was swaying the floor. There were waiters who had already set up various desks. Wine and snacks were all ready. Except for the absence of the protagonist, the rest of the place can be called flawless.

This is not Zongwu's handwriting, I don't know who arranged it, Chi Zhe?Still Xiaobai.

Wang Shu was unavoidably a little nervous, he wanted to meet his old friend sooner, but he was worried that there would be troubles, so he was uneasy for a while, so he just followed Yi Xin into the hall in a daze, the envoy of the Dragon Clan was chatting with Yi Xin, and Yi Xin He is good at sociability, speaks without leaking, and talks eloquently, so it seems that Wang Shu is very withdrawn.

"This fairy is a bit unfamiliar, but the new young master of the Yu clan?"

When everyone was seated, an old man with white beard and hair sitting at the head of the Dragon Clan smiled kindly.

Wang Shu was looking out of the hall in a daze, Yi Xin lifted his elbow and pushed gently, Wang Shu turned his head suddenly, and looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "The young master doesn't need to see outsiders. Now that the two clans are married, they will be in-laws who will come and go frequently in the future. If the young master doesn't mind, he can also stay in Beihai for a few days. The old man can show the young master to experience this in person. Sea scenery."

Wang Shuxin said that I have been living in the sea, and I only see so many things every day, and I can see some flowers, but she smiled slightly on her face, and replied: "That's exactly what I mean."

Yi Xin frowned slightly, and took up the conversation with a light cough, "My younger brother has just recovered from a serious illness, and Master is only willing to release him these few days, for fear that it will disturb the prime minister's purity."

The old man smiled and waved his hands, busy talking.

Wang Shu only mentioned it casually, but the old man's words really reminded him that there are many eyes and ears here, what should he do if he encounters an old friend and loses control for a while, Wang Shu thought like this, his fingertips hidden under the case lightly Huang, quietly cast an illusion on himself, so as not to be recognized by others.

Yi Xin talked slowly with the old man, Wang Shu turned his head to look outside the hall, only took a glance, but suddenly his whole body was shaken, and he saw a familiar tall figure from the back.

Yu Xiao, who had led his troops to meet him earlier, was talking sideways with a heroic man in a red brocade robe, his eyes moved slightly as he spoke, and he couldn't help but glance into the hall. What, Yu Xiao responded heavily, turned around and continued to perform duties in front of the main hall.

The back of the man in red looks very much like Chi Zhe.

Wang Shu pursed the corners of his lips, let out a light breath, looked away, and quickly stretched out his hands to sip from the jade cup.

When Wang Shu turned his head to look again, Chi Zhe had disappeared at some point, and there was no one outside the hall.

Wang Shu felt lost for a moment, the old man was in front of him, but it was not the time to recognize each other, before he got up his spirits, a terrifying aura suddenly swept into the hall like a wave from outside the door.

Wang Shu gasped for breath, and could not help leaning forward slightly, only to see a tall figure walking calmly from outside the door, behind him were dozens of handsome young men with valiant posture holding golden knives, following the leader .

Wang Shu's shoulders sank suddenly, Yi Xin's face was solemn, he put one hand on Wang Shu's shoulder, and pressed him firmly on the seat.

Wang Shu hurriedly took a deep breath, but his eyes couldn't help sticking to the man.

Zong Wu really changed a lot.

Zong Wu's complexion is light, a pair of dark pupils are deep and calm, dressed in a crown suit, with a golden crown on his head, he kept his eyes on the whole way, walked past Wang Shu, walked straight to the king's chair, then turned around and shook his sleeves. Leaning on the throne with a golden knife.

A dozen or so personal soldiers behind him were divided into various parts of the hall in an orderly manner.

Wang Shu's nails almost sank into the soft flesh of his palm, the slight tingling pain lifted his heart to his throat, and the emotion that had been suppressed for a hundred years almost burst out.

Wang Shu sat at the bottom, only a few feet away from Zongwu, but it was harder than any day of separation, he almost wanted to get up now and tell Zongwu that he was back.

But, not yet, wait a little longer, Wang Shu murmured inwardly.

"Everyone is tired from the journey, please forgive me for not being kind to you." Zong Wu said lazily with one hand on his forehead.

Everyone returned their salutes one after another, only Wang Shu was stunned on the spot, looking at the white jade wine glass on the table in front of him in a daze, Zong Wu's voice was much lower, he seemed to be very tired, Wang Shu's eyes were sore, he suppressed the suffocation in his heart, and raised his hand Wipe away the tears with the corner of the sleeve.

"Let's start." Zong Wu casually said to the envoy beside him.

After all, the envoy sang, and the waiters outside the door came in one file after another, holding various delicate dishes in their hands.

Wang Shu didn't care about the food and wine, and frequently glanced sideways at the man on the king's chair. Zong Wu seemed a little irritable, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips, and frowning.

After the dishes were served, silk and bamboo music played. Dozens of gorgeous women dressed in brocade clothes and decorated with pearls and gems of various colors lightly veiled their fingers, and the lotus steps came from both sides lightly.

Most of the women of the Yu tribe are pretty and lovely, not as charming as the women of Beihai. For a while, everyone of the Yu tribe started to watch the singing and dancing, but Wang Shufang couldn't help looking sideways at the soft and enchanting beauty in front of him. The impatient Long Jun.

When Zong Wu raised his hand, his sleeve fell down, and Wang Shu could vaguely see a very obvious scar on his arm, winding and extending from the wrist all the way to the sleeve.

Wang Shu could almost imagine how shocking the scar would be at that time, until today, Zong Wu's arm seemed to be trembling slightly.

When he first met Zong Wu, he was still a little boy not as tall as his legs, leaning pink and tender in his arms, whenever he was broken or hurt, he would hug him into his arms and comfort him, Now he has scars all over his body.

Wang Shu came back to his senses, with mixed emotions in his heart, he only felt that the noise in the hall made him upset.

As the music finally stopped, the dancers scattered like flying catkins, walked towards the various tables, knelt and sat on the sides of the tables, and waited on the nobles with words and smiles.

At the same time, Wang Shu and Yi Xin extended their hands to politely reject the dancers who wanted to serve them. The dancers stood aside and had to look at each other.

"Is the Commander looking down on my Dragon Clan girl?" Zong Wu didn't know when he looked over, and there was no emotion in his ice-like eyes, as if he was just talking about a very common thing.

Wang Shu's heart skipped a beat, even though he knew that Zong Wu couldn't see his true face, he couldn't control himself when his eyes met, so he had to turn his head away from Zong Wu.

Yi Xin said casually, "I'm waiting to send the second princess here today, I'm not here for pleasure."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the hall.

Zong Wu remained silent for a long time, Wang Shu could only feel the atmosphere in the hall becoming more and more dignified, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Yi Xin, only to see that Yi Xin was not afraid, and looked at Zong Wu generously.

Zong Wu was expressionless, then raised his brows slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth provocatively at Yi Xin, leaned back, sat on the king chair with his long legs wide open, his arms resting on both sides of the chair handle, his whole body was like A lazy male lion said, "Did you hear that, Da Si Ming is very clean and self-possessed, you should stop humiliating yourself and come here."

These words were clearly addressed to the dancer, but secretly they were provoking Yi Xin's anger. Fortunately, Yi Xin was prepared and was not provoked. Glancing at Zong Wu, he smiled and said, "It's true that beauties are not blessed to enjoy it, so you should enjoy it yourself, Lord Long."

The dancers were not stupid, they immediately showed joy, they naturally knew who to listen to, their waists were swayed, their shoulders were half exposed, they walked towards the throne, holding the jug in their hands and pouring wine for Zong Wu, soft and beautiful Leaning on the side of the throne, looking at the man sitting on the seat with love in his eyes, it was Yiren.

Zong Wu withdrew his gaze, and drank several cups one after another with the beauty's hands.

Wang Shu knew that Zong Wu did this on purpose, but seeing him getting close to others with his own eyes, he was somewhat jealous, so he could only force himself to pretend he didn't see it, and lowered his head to sip the tea in his cup.

Yi Xin continued: "Today, I want to discuss with Lord Long about the auspicious date for getting married."

"Someone will discuss it with you." Zong Wu lightly interrupted Yi Xin, and took advantage of the opportunity to hold the arm of the dancer who was handing over the wine, and with a lift of his wrist, he pulled him into her arms. Unsteadily falling into Zong Wu's arms, the scented powder lingered in his nose, Zong Wu frowned lightly with his sword eyebrows.

Wang Shu couldn't stand it anymore, got up and said to Yi Xin: "I'll go see the second princess." After saying that, without waiting for his response, he walked towards the side door of the main hall with ease.

Zong Wu only glanced casually, but Wang Shu's back was just blocked by the jade pillar, Zong Wu couldn't see the whole picture clearly, so he casually withdrew his gaze.

It wasn't until the moment he walked out of the hall that Wang Shu really let out a sigh of relief. There was constant laughter in the hall, Wang Shu didn't miss it, and walked towards the back hall, leaving the noisy conversation far behind.

Perhaps it was because today was a special day, so the dragon soldiers in Shuixiao Palace didn't stop him. Of course, Wang Shu couldn't go to find the second princess, after all, she might be fighting with heaven and man, so going by herself would only add to her troubles.

Wang Shu fumbled to Zongwu's sleeping hall according to his memory, there was always no one going to Long Jun's sleeping hall, he could wait there for Zongwu to come back.

I just don't know what expression Zong Wu will have.

As soon as Wang Shu thought of the scene of meeting Zong Wu later, he felt the depression in his heart was swept away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his steps became brisk.

As he expected, the more he went to Zongwu's bedroom, the fewer attendants there were, and there was not even a single person around Zongwu's bedroom, Wang Shu only felt that everything went smoothly unexpectedly.

Standing in front of the door, Wang Shu raised his hand and gently opened the door. The wooden door creaked, and the sunlight shone into the room, dispelling the haze in an instant.

Wang Shu, dressed in the glow of the sun, stepped into this hut again after a hundred years.

The furnishings in the room are the same as they were a hundred years ago, Wang Shu's eyes moved slightly, he stood by the table, and tapped the table with his slender fingertips, as if the warmth from when he left in a hurry was still there.

He could almost imagine that Zong Wu lived alone for 100 years facing this small house full of memories.

A hundred years is enough to heal his death into a scar, but Zong Wu stubbornly has to uncover the scar every day, making it bloody and bloody. It seems that this heart-pounding pain can make him truly feel Wang Shu exist.

Wang Shu's eyes were slightly red, and he walked to the side of the bed. The bedding and quilt were laid neatly without any wrinkles. Seeing the breath in Zong Wu's hair, Wang Shu closed his eyes, but his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Wang Shu reached out and moved the pillow up, wanting to make the pillow more comfortable, but suddenly saw a touch of white at the end of his eyes.

what is this.

Wang Shuxin said, reaching out his hand to feel out the thing under the pillow, it was a picture scroll.

Why is the picture scroll placed under the pillow? Could it be that he doesn't snort when he sleeps?

Wang Shu stretched out his hand and stroked lightly, and the picture scroll slowly unfolded, and he saw a young man sitting leaning and laughing lightly on the paper. The young man was dressed in white clothes to outline his slender waist, and was covered with a light purple shirt that stretched to the floor. Draw the shape of the magnolia flower.

Wang Shu couldn't stop his hands from trembling, and the tip of his nose was acidic.

The person in this painting is exactly what he looks like.

The breeze broke into the house through the window frame, the veil swayed slightly, and the picture scroll glowed with fine white light. Wang Shu was startled at first, but before he could take the picture scroll away, in the blink of an eye, he saw with his own eyes that the figure in the picture scroll gradually faded away. Dissipated and turned into a blank sheet of paper again.

Wang Shu: "..."

Wang Shu had a guilty conscience of breaking someone else's things, so he quickly rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back under the pillow, but the moment he turned around, he slammed into a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Wang Shu's heart skipped a beat, an exclamation stuck in his throat, and he took a few steps back in shock to stabilize his figure.

But he was even more shocked when he saw the man's appearance clearly.

The visitor stood behind him at some point, without a trace of movement, and...not a trace of life.

But what surprised him the most was that the man was exactly the same as him, no, to be precise, the man was exactly the same as Wang Shu in the painting.

It was as if he had stepped out of the scroll.

"Who are you?" Wang Shu subconsciously shouted.The person opposite him looks exactly like himself, which is really unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, "Wang Shu" walked quietly to the bedside and sat down, leaning against the bed frame, with black hair hanging down to cover half of his cheeks, and a pair of dark pupils filled with tenderness, he was gazing intently that pillow.

It seemed that someone was sleeping there.

Wang Shu was short of breath, and he realized almost immediately that this picture scroll was a fragment of the Fengluan scroll, and this "Wangshu" was a body without a soul that Fengluan scroll transformed according to Zongwu's wishes.

The body can only move according to a predetermined movement, but "Wangshu" sat on the side of the bed with ease the moment he appeared, as if this movement had been repeated thousands of times.

Wang Shu tentatively stretched out his hand to touch another "Wang Shu". Just when his fingertips were about to touch the porcelain-white jade skin, the door was suddenly opened by a force, and there was a loud bang on the ground. On the wall, the force was so great that it almost broke the door.

Before Wang Shu could react, he saw a tall figure rushing towards him like a gust of wind. His face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he almost chose to eat someone.

He had never seen such a violent Zong Wu, but this kind of him aroused the fear in Wang Shu's heart.

Perhaps it was this fear that disturbed the two of them, and Zong Wu suddenly froze in place when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

All Wang Shu's repressed emotions erupted in an instant, without saying a word, a layer of mist filled his eyes, Zong Wu was stuck in place like a log, watching everything in front of him in astonishment.

Wang Shu took a step forward, and just about to speak, Zong Wu's figure swayed with his fingertips, Wang Shu could only catch a black shadow, and then his neck tightened suddenly, and Zong Wu grabbed his neck and threw him onto the bed, moving It hurt so much that his back hit the ground.

However, he did not see the slightest bit of joy in Zong Wu's eyes, only endless anger and killing intent.

Like an enraged lion, under the fangs is his fragile neck, Zong Wu's neck can be easily twisted with just a movement of his knuckles.

Wang Shu only felt dizzy, his eyes turned black, he felt a sense of suffocation, and his chest almost exploded. At this moment, Zong Wu really wanted to kill him.

"Who allowed you to pretend to be him to lie to me!"

"who is it!!"

Zong Wu's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, his long and slender palms were exposed with blue veins and protruding joints.

Wang Shu couldn't say a word, he could only make some meaningless "ho ho" sounds when he opened his mouth, the clasp on his neck became tighter and tighter, Wang Shu's eyes turned black, Zong Wu's face gradually became blurred, and his face was flushed red. Tears could not stop flowing from the end of the eyes, down the cheeks, into the hair on the temples.

The corners of Wang Shu's lips opened and closed, and he called out his name with difficulty.

"Zong... Wu."

The voice is weak and mosquitoes.