I am a madman

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TT This chapter was written by staying up all night, asking for comments, asking for flowers, asking for smooth hair, asking for chrysanthemums >///
Chapter [-]: Made in Heaven and Earth (The one who is forced to marry is a rogue and bully, and the one who is forced to marry is affectionate, no matter how you look at it, it is not fair (YY picture of Yan Luo is attached))

The side of the couch was covered with a soft carpet, and several layers of soft satin were added to make the cushion comfortable. Sitting on it, Ming Yu could not feel the coldness of late autumn at all.

He was leaning against the side of the couch with his legs crossed, the guqin lying across his knees, and his slender hands plucking at will. The gentle and brisk melody was pleasant. It was hard to imagine how the guqin with a low pitch echoing the vicissitudes of life could play such a brisk tune.

The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a little peace and happiness in the romantic demeanor.

Lying on his side on the couch was his beloved beauty, squinting his eyes lazily, listening to his music, and dozed off leisurely.

He has been very worried about Ning Guiyun, every time he takes his pulse, the pulse is extremely strange, sometimes stable, sometimes weak, sometimes slow, sometimes extremely fast.

This also caused Ning Guiyun's temperament to change back and forth, moody.

Often he was still smiling evilly one moment, and suddenly frowned the next moment, unwilling to say a word.

Still sometimes he was angry, Mingyu coaxed him softly, and in a blink of an eye he was pulled into his arms and kissed with a low smile.

After going back and forth like this, after a few days, Mingyu has gone from fearful to extremely tired, and then to a habit...

Two days ago, Ning Guiyun started to be in a bad mood again, instead of sneering at Mingyu, he started to smash things, Mingyu had no choice but to pick up the guqin to pass the time, unexpectedly Ning Guiyun stopped after hearing it.

After taking his pulse again, the pulse condition became much more stable, so Ming Yu would always play music for him when he was free, and after a few times, his condition gradually stabilized.

Today, there is no more unreasonable trouble, and the whole person seems to have returned to the smiling and calm personality when they first met.

Although Mingyu felt even more pity for Ning Guiyun when he showed a willful expression, but such a peerless person is still so tyrannical to be beautiful.

He continued to play until his hands were tired, and he slowly stopped picking the strings, and pressed the Guqin with both hands to silence the music.

Ning Guiyun raised his eyelids, glanced at Ming Yu who was sitting on the cushion, and asked lazily, "Tired?"

Mingyu looked up at him, and smiled tenderly: "Fortunately, it's not good to listen to music all the time, and your ears should rest."

Turning over, Ning Guiyun propped his elbows on the couch, and leaned close to Mingyu. The black mandala on his cheekbone was lifelike, setting off his light brown eyes. Even after looking at it many times, he still fell into it easily. That charming abyss.

He looked at Mingyu's enthralled expression, and couldn't help smiling. The indifferent world seemed to be suddenly colored, and it was wonderful. His pleasant voice sounded: "Ming'er, you play really well."

Mingyu's face was reddish, the corners of his slightly raised eyes were even more curved, and he smiled happily.

Ning Guiyun added: "From now on, you can only play it to me."

After finishing speaking, he stretched his head, leaned over and kissed the corner of Ming Yu's lips, tasted it lightly, then quickly opened the distance, lay back on the couch, propped his head to admire the already flushed face of the other party.

Not long after, a soft tune came from the room again, echoing throughout the Concubine Yao's residence, like a dream.

Many guests who came here asked around to find out who the person playing the piano was, but they found nothing.

How many girls felt warm in their hearts because of the sound of the piano, but they still couldn't understand who the other party was.

Concubine Yao lived in the residence, and at some point there appeared a person with superb piano skills who lived in the small building in the backyard and never came out.

Mingyu still concentrates on playing his piano, looking at Ning Guiyun from time to time, and his relationship is gradually deepening.

Sometimes, Mingyu even thinks that the two of them can just stay together forever in this exquisite small building without going anywhere.

Every time at this time, he couldn't help smiling, and looked at Ning Guiyun with more compassion and love.

He didn't dare to seriously imagine the future after he recovered from his injury.

Just as the two looked at each other again, with a tender smile and a seductive smile, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The sound of the zither was cut off, and Ming Yu raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

"Young master, it's me." Yan Luo's voice sounded outside.

Mingyu immediately stood up, came to the door and opened it, and made way sideways: "Sister Yanluo, why are you free to visit Mingyu today?" He asked with a smile, but his posture was extremely respectful.

When Ning Guiyun saw this woman who didn't look simple again, she still smiled calmly and nodded slightly as a greeting.

In fact, he had already started to feel unhappy in his heart. He always had a bad feeling that this woman would become a very annoying obstacle.

Yan Luo glanced at Ning Guiyun indifferently, then said to Ming Yu angrily: "Do you have to be free to come and see my young master?"

Ming Yu blinked, and the sweet words in his mouth came to Yan Luo without hesitation: "Of course, Sister Yan Luo is the owner of Concubine Yao's House. Not only is she beautiful, she is also the smartest woman I have ever seen. Just dealing with suitors is enough, but it is only natural to be free to see Mingyu."

Slightly joyful in her heart, her face blushed after being praised by Ming Yu, Yan Luo glanced at him, and said angrily: "Knowing that Sister Yan Luo is busy, she didn't take the initiative to come and see me, the young master must think that I am an old woman Are you bothered?"

"How could it be?!" Mingyu immediately widened his eyes and acted innocently surprised: "Sister Yanluo, you really wronged Mingyu. Mingyu misses Sister Yanluo all day long, but he is worried that you are too busy, so I will disturb you." It will only add trouble to my sister, so I temporarily swallowed the pain of lovesickness, sister, Mingyu misses you so much!"

He was extremely aggrieved, his black eyes gleamed with moist light, watching Yan Luo's heart sour and sweet, warm and distressed at the same time.

Raising her hand to caress Ming Yu's fair cheeks, she sighed and said, "Young Master, the most important thing about Sister Yanluo is the Young Master, why would you find the Young Master troublesome? If it wasn't for an emergency, my sister shouldn't bother me at this time." Master's."

As she said that, she looked extremely sad, turned her face away, and frowned with her head tilted, with sorrow immediately appearing on her face.

Seeing that she was so sad, Ming Yu immediately became flustered and circled around her: "Sister, sister, what's wrong? What made my sister sad?"

When she turned her head to the side, her eyes suddenly became cold, and she glanced at Ning Guiyun, killing intent emerged.

How could Ning Guiyun be afraid?He smiled lightly.

Yan Luo snorted coldly in her heart: I want to see how long you can laugh!

Her sad and soft voice sounded slowly: "Young master, when you came out of the Nine Heavens Palace this time, did you meet the Lord of the Dead Bamboo Cliff, Zang Feng?"

Ming Yu was so anxious that he thought he was causing trouble for Sister Yan Luo, but when he heard Zang Feng's name suddenly, he couldn't help being taken aback.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt an unbearable sadness, and my heart seemed to be caught suddenly!

Seeing Mingyu's expression was stunned, as if he had fallen into the memory and hadn't come out yet, Yan Luo was even more certain.

Hearing this, Ning Guiyun's originally calm expression relaxed a little.

"Young master and Master Tibetan Fengya know each other, right?" She asked again.

The dazed Mingyu woke up and nodded immediately, with an unconcealable anxiety in his expression: "Yes, I know him, and we got separated a while ago, does Sister Yanluo know where he is now?"

Yan Luo hesitated for a long time, his face was full of hesitating expressions, as if he was struggling for the last time, considering whether to tell Ming Yu like this.

Ming Yu was so anxious that he immediately grabbed Yan Luo's sleeve: "Sister, you must tell me that he is... my good brother. I was captured because of me before, and I must find him back!"

Hearing this, the expression on Ning Guiyun's face finally changed, his face became ugly, and the evil smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and the tightly pursed lips showed the seriousness of the master.

Only then did he know that Zang Feng was the one who was arrested together with Xia Mingyu and sent to Devouring Mountain, and to Xia Mingyu, Zang Feng was obviously not just a "good brother", as could be seen from his slightly flushed face in anxiety. two.

Seeing him like this, Yan Luo finally told him: "Zang Feng, now Xiaoyao Palace..."

Like an eggplant beaten by frost, Mingyu's face was pale, his lips trembled and he said: "How...how could..."

He couldn't imagine that Zang Feng was in Xiaoyao Palace!

It was there!Then he... Then how much flesh and blood did he suffer?How much grief and indignation do you have in your heart?The original self couldn't bear it, so how could someone with self-respect like Zang Feng endure it?

Seeing Mingyu's complexion changed drastically, Yan Luo immediately understood what he was thinking, and immediately said: "Young master, don't think too much, although the cliff master was forced to stay there, he was not harmed."

With a sad face, Mingyu took a few steps back, slumped on the chair, raised his head as if he was paralyzed, and said in a trembling voice: "How could he not be hurt? It's all my fault, it's all my fault... If I had gone to save him earlier ...Woo...!" At the end, he covered his eyes with the back of his hand and started crying.

Yan Luo felt distressed, stepped forward and grabbed Ming Yu's hand that covered his eyes, hugged him, and patted his back to comfort him: "Are you still thinking that Sister Yan Luo will lie to you? What I said is true, Master Zangfengya is now the prospective son-in-law of Xiaoyao Palace, how could he be abused?"

Hearing this, Ming Yu was really dumbfounded, he opened his mouth wide open, raised his head and asked Yan Luo: "Sister...you...what did you say...?"

"Oh, silly boy, the owner of the Xiaoyao Palace has announced to the whole world that he will marry the Lord of the Dead Bamboo Cliff on the fifteenth day of next month. He is her future husband-in-law, so how can she abuse him?" The handkerchief wiped away the tears on his face, and then reprimanded him habitually: "Young master, you are a big man, why do you just drop these tears?"

For a moment, Mingyu was both happy and sad, happy because at least Zang Feng didn't suffer too much grievance, sad because this marriage, no matter how you look at it, he didn't do it voluntarily, what should I do?

He had sworn a long time ago that he would never see that person in Xiaoyao Palace again in this life, and now he might break his vow...

No matter what, he was determined not to let Zang Feng suffer any grievances because of him.

After making such a decision, he had quickly planned in his mind when he would set off and go to Xiaoyao Palace to find out the ins and outs of the matter.

But he forgot, the beauty lying on the couch behind him.

That beauty had a stern look, her eyes were narrowed dangerously, the light brown eyes were full of waves, and there was an extremely angry sneer on her lips.

The black mandala on the cheekbone is charming and ruthless......