Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a while, and after carefully looking at the room, he realized that although the room was not big, it was decorated extremely meticulously, and everything was placed meticulously, even though the other rooms in the Murong Mansion were all cleaned up. , but Fu Jinghong could tell at a glance that this room was different.

He had paid special attention to the terrain just now when he was chasing the yellow figure, and found that the corridor from the third young master to here was very winding, and also passed through many secret passages that Fu Jinghong hadn't explored before. It can be said that this place should be very remote. of.

And just before he entered the house, he had also noticed the situation in front of the house. The courtyard wall in front of the house was covered with moss, and the ground was covered with peach blossoms. It didn't look like someone had cleaned it at all.

But the room was decorated extremely meticulously, spotless, and there was a peach blossom branch that didn't look like it had been picked for a long time on the table.

... So, who is it?

Fu Jinghong approached the picture of beauty.

...It really is a picture of a beauty.

The painting is a woman in red.

The cinnabar red clothes are peerless.

Looking around, her face is alluring.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help being a little dazed, if there really was a woman with such a face in this world, then the beauties in the scriptures would probably bow down for her.

There are so many beauties in this world, but he has never seen a beauty who can look like the woman in the painting before him.

There are so many beauties in this world, but he has never seen a woman more magnificent than the one in front of him.

The woman in red in front of her just raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, but the expression in that smile seemed to linger in people's hearts, especially those eyes, Fu Jinghong had never seen a pair of eyes before, more thrilling than these eyes, a glimpse, It seems that even the peach blossoms outside the court will be eclipsed by it.

The smile on the corner of her mouth seems to be frivolous, indifferent, and laughing at the chaos of the world.

Fu Jinghong thought of Tao Zhihua who was also dressed in red, but found that although Tao Zhihua also had a good skin, her expression was much worse than that of the woman in front of her. , youthful and immature, but the woman in front of me already has full charm.

And that Murong Wu, compared to this woman, is even more different, far worse.

Fu Jinghong continued to read, and found a line of writing at the bottom of the painting.

——Buddha Heart Glass

There is a name below...Murong Lin.

Fu Jinghong was stunned, this position is usually nominated by the painter... Could it be that Murong Lin was the one who drew this painting?

So Buddha Heart Liuli...could it be the name of the woman in the painting?

Fu Jinghong silently chanted the name several times, and then looked at the face of the woman in the painting, but suddenly found that the woman's face looked somewhat familiar...

When he first saw it just now, he was only surprised by the brilliance of this woman, but now when he looked at it again, he found that the facial features of this woman were very familiar...

However, although he was familiar with it, he couldn't remember when, where and where he saw it.

Fu Jinghong stared at the painting for a long time, but still couldn't see anything.

The man in yellow didn't know why he was brought here. Could it be that he wanted him to see this picture of beauty, and what does this picture imply?But after looking at it for a long time, he was still confused and got nothing.

However, from these few times, he has also seen that the martial arts of the man in yellow is better than him, but the internal strength of lightness kung fu must be somewhat stronger than him... But the man in yellow repeatedly lured him and found Murong Mansion What is the purpose of some hidden things in it?

If that person wanted to tell him something, why did he hide and hide like this?

Fu Jinghong thought for a long time, but still got nothing, so he shook his head and prepared to leave here.

Since I can't think of a clue, staying here is useless, not to mention that there are obvious signs that someone has been in this room... It would be bad if someone discovered it.

But who was the one who cleaned the room spotlessly and put a peach blossom on the table?

Murong Lin?

...or the man in yellow?

Fu Jinghong was about to return along the road, but encountered an unexpected figure at the twists and turns of the corridor.

... "Brother."

He was dressed in black clothes, the color was like thick ink.

Leng Qixuan looked at him with a complicated expression.

The boy's facial features are still very green, but his eyes seem to be calm... At least in Fu Jinghong's view, most of the time.

He likes Leng Qixuan's eyes very much, they are like splashed ink and calm.

However, at this moment, there were ripples in those eyes.

And he was the one who threw stones into the ancient well.

"Long time no see." Fu Jinghong slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled, just right, neither hot nor cold.

Leng Qixuan's expression became more complicated, and waves rose slightly in his dark eyes.

"Brother..."

He called again and stopped.

"Huh?" Fu Jinghong still raised his eyebrows, waiting patiently.

"Brother, you..." Leng Qixuan seemed to have made up his mind, and finally spoke, but then stopped.

"What?" Fu Jinghong had no choice but to speak.

This is a place of right and wrong, someone may come at any time... Let's talk...

"Why are you here?" Fu Jinghong suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.

Shouldn't Leng Qixuan be in the main hall at this time?

"...I saw my senior brother come out, so I followed suit.

After that, he followed his brother all the time. " Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong for a while, and then replied, his eyebrows frowned.

Fu Jinghong knew that he was confused, but he couldn't explain it right now, so he asked: "You followed me, did you see a yellow figure?"

"Yellow figure? It seems there is, but isn't that Miss Murong Fourth?" Leng Qixuan said.

"...I don't know either. After I came out, I saw a figure in front of me, so I followed." Fu Jinghong said vaguely, not wanting Leng Qixuan to get involved in this matter.

Leng Qixuan took one more look at Fu Jinghong and pondered for a while, but when he was about to speak, Fu Jinghong grabbed his sleeve.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go back to the main hall first." Fu Jinghong felt guilty, afraid that someone would come over later, so he planned to leave with Leng Qixuan first.

Leng Qixuan's tugged sleeve trembled inaudibly.

"Let's go." Seeing that Leng Qixuan didn't move, Fu Jinghong had no choice but to pull his sleeves and walk away.

Looking back, I saw Leng Qixuan looking down at his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"...Still leaving?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

"...Okay." Leng Qixuan responded in a low voice.

The two walked through the corridor and walked towards the main hall.

Leng Qixuan walked very slowly, Fu Jinghong had no choice but to slow down too.

Fu Jinghong was absent-mindedly thinking about the man in yellow and the painting of beauties, and Leng Qixuan didn't hear him calling him a few times.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Leng Qixuan had stopped, looking straight at him with a pair of black eyes.

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and first took a look at where this place was, only to find that this place was far away from that room, and very close to the main hall, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior brother..." Leng Qixuan shouted again, and then looked at him with a pair of black eyes.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jinghong sighed.

Leng Qixuan finally spoke this time, he looked at Fu Jinghong for a while, and then slowly said: "Brother, that time...why?"

Seeing that Leng Qixuan finally spoke, Fu Jinghong also heaved a sigh of relief.

"……what why?"

"Why... did you do that?" Leng Qixuan frowned and bit his lower lip.

Fu Jinghong discovered that Leng Qixuan had learned Bai Lianhua's tricks...because Bai Lianhua also liked to bite his lower lip.

Could it be that the two of them have already made secret arrangements?

"How?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

"That...to me..." Leng Qixuan lowered his eyes.

"Which way to you?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Leng Qixuan clenched his lower lip, as if he still couldn't make up his mind to speak frankly.

"That's...that..."

His face was already fair, but the expression of exertion at this time made his face even paler.

The thick black hair was tied behind the head by a hair tie, but a few strands fell on the chest.

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and noticed Leng Qixuan's hairband...it was actually given to Leng Qixuan by him when they first met.

Fu Jinghong's heart softened inexplicably.

He sighed inwardly.

"Actually... that time... I accidentally took the aphrodisiac, and you were the only one around at that time, so I couldn't hold back for a while..." Fu Jinghong stopped in the middle of his sentence, with a painful expression on his face, which was just right. It vividly expresses the expression of a senior who loves his juniors but falls into infinite remorse for doing unforgivable things to his juniors.

He let out a long sigh.

"...It's all caused by the aphrodisiac."

Leng Qixuan's expression became more complicated after hearing this.

"Then why... are you the one below?"

Fu Jinghong paused...

Was this the thing that bothered him the most?

"Cough..." Fu Jinghong looked around.

After a long time, Fu Jinghong slowly replied.

"Because...because you are my junior brother..."

"I am your senior brother..."

He really couldn't think of any reason.

... Unless there is really an aphrodisiac in the Jianghu that will automatically make women fall under people after people eat it.

Leng Qixuan paused, and fixedly looked at Fu Jinghong.

"... That's it," Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled at him. After a long time, he said slowly, "If you really... hate me that day... then forget it..."

"...just pretend it never happened..."

"How is it possible...to forget..." Leng Qixuan lowered his eyes again.

Fu Jinghong smiled helplessly: "Then I have nothing to do, or you really hate him so much, why don't you... beat me up?"

"...No." Leng Qixuan lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"From the day I met senior brother, I have regarded senior brother as father and brother..."

"Actually, that day...in my heart..."

He seemed to have finally brewed something, and was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Brother Fu, why don't you go in?"

The visitor was dressed in white, as gentle as jade.