[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Dongfang Sheng returned to Beijing to report on his work. After returning to Dunhuang, it would take more than three months for everything to be arranged. Dongfang Sheng left in a hurry. He received a letter from his family and had to pack up and leave the next day.

The letter was written by Mu Zitong, and Ziyin had no idea what he wrote.The wind was strong on the city wall, and the military flag was blown loudly. Ziyin stood facing the wind, and Huafa's plain clothes danced so well that he didn't touch his body.

Wu Qing turned around, then turned back here, seeing that Ziyin was still standing still, he stepped forward to salute, coughed and said: "Master Daoist, Young Master will not let you wander around."

Ziyin glanced at him, turned around and went down the tower, Dongfang Sheng was pouring rough tea in the earthen room, squatting on the table with a tea bowl in one hand, he didn't have the image of a noble son at all, Ziyin couldn't stand it, knocked on the door outside , Dongfang Sheng looked at him, but didn't mean to come down.

"If you want to come in, stay away from me if you have nothing to do." Dongfang Sheng was very impatient.

Putting down the tea bowl with a click, Dongfang Sheng jumped down, grabbed the whip and went out. When he passed by her, Ziyin asked, "Didn't you leave for Beijing today?"

"Suddenly I don't want to leave." Dongfang Sheng leaned against the wall, wrapped his whip around his hand and said, "Actually, think about it, no matter what happens in Chang'an and the Hou Mansion, it doesn't matter to me. Go back. This has nothing to do with you, I will send someone to protect you back to the Central Plains today."

Ziyin said: "No, I will be with you."

Dongfang Sheng stared at him, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Can you be more obedient?"

Ziyin didn't speak, just walked into the room, Dongfang Sheng got a little annoyed: "If you make further progress, I will not be polite."

"Little General doesn't like others to disobey your wishes." Zi Yin tilted his head and looked at him provocatively, "I don't like being forced either."

"You really don't take me seriously." Dongfang Sheng walked in, his gentle eyes narrowed, dangerous and attractive, he raised his hand to use the whip to pick Ziyin's chin, but suddenly found that he was not tall enough.

Dongfang Sheng paused for a moment, stretched out his feet and hooked one side of the bench over, stepped on it, put his hands on his hips, and pressed Zi Yin's chin with a whip, forcing him to look up.

Ziyin couldn't hold back after all, and burst out laughing.

"You want to be with me." Dongfang Sheng ignored his happy smile, didn't know what to think about, touched his chin and said suddenly, "Do you like men or women, I'll find you two."

Ziyin couldn't laugh anymore, she stared at Dongfang Sheng in a daze, although she didn't understand how Dongfang Sheng came up with this idea, but she knew what he wanted to do.

"No, I'll just wait for you, don't make any messes." Ziyin pushed his hand away and was about to go out immediately, "You can change defenses as you like, and it will take a long time."

Dongfang Sheng shook his head, and said to his back: "Leave tomorrow, I will accompany you in the head office."

Zi Yin had already walked out, and when he heard his voice, he couldn't help but stop, leaning against the corner of the wall and looking back, looking at the heavy shadow, only the reflection of the silver armor could be vaguely seen.

Dongfang Sheng loves and pets him, even if he doesn't know that he is that little Murong, he can't help but compromise, the tenderness in his soul has never changed.

Once this indifferent and heartless person is moved and makes a choice, it will be engraved in his bones and he will never forget it.

If Ouyang Shaogong can't return to the heaven, he is destined to belong to Ziyin, even he himself can't refuse.

Do you have to go back, stay, stay with me, how good it is, you belong to me...Zi Yin is still unwilling, his hands clasped on the edge of the wall, crushing the glutinous bricks to pieces.

Departing early the next morning, Thirteen Qingqi came out slowly from under the city gate.

Dongfang Sheng changed into a crimson brocade suit, with black hair tied into a ponytail, a thick linen cloak, and a coat covering his face and hands. He rode his horse in the lead, and his gentle eyes half-closed.

Zi Yin wore a plain blue embroidered uniform and a small silver crown with red beads on his hairpin. He looked like a nobleman.He was almost dead on horseback, his face was colder than usual, and he couldn't ride a horse at all. Dongfang Shengfei didn't want to be with him, so he had to be so stiff.

He never spoke, he knew that Dongfang Sheng was paying attention to him, would look at him from time to time, and would worry about him.This illusion is so real, even the eyes are exactly the same.

Before leaving Guazhou, a group of people rested in a small town and crowded into a small inn.

The starry sky is full of stars, and it is quiet in the middle of the night. Everyone is anxious to sleep and snore. A bunch of dead people are mixed together. It is frightening to see from a distance, and no one dares to disturb them.

Before Dongfang Sheng fell asleep, he heard the sound of water rushing next door. He was annoyed, and finally couldn't help it. He went out and opened the door next door: "You take a bath, it's endless, I haven't washed it yet, why don't we go together?" ?”

It was quiet for a while, and a cold voice with a smile said: "I don't mind."

"You...you can wash it, wash it in the morning."

Ziyin listened to his voice, the footsteps were leaving, he was going downstairs, and he was going down very fast, but the footsteps suddenly stopped, there was a long silence, he let out an exclamation, and then there was no more sound.

"Your Highness?!" Zi Yin stood up from the water, called out again, and hurriedly put on his clothes and went out.

It was already bright, the air was humid and comfortable, and it was misty and rainy outside the door.

He came out of the desert. Yesterday the sun was scorching like fire, and it rained heavily. It would never have been such a misty light rain. The misty verdant green was like the south of the Yangtze River.

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and when Dongfang Sheng's voice could be heard, Ziyin's heart was relieved. Hearing the sternness, he didn't know who provoked him.

In the middle of the night and daytime, the northern border is south of the Yangtze River. Interesting, what happened in this illusion.

Zi Yin straightened his clothes, went downstairs and walked out, the rain and fog outside were thick, pattering, intermittent, people came and went in a hurry, Dongfang Sheng stood at the bottom of the steps, pointing at the people on the ground and reprimanding them.

The one who didn't get up on the ground was a young scholar, with a box next to him, everything spilled out, and he was still holding a banner for measuring characters in his hand.

Dongfang Sheng said that the scholar was still speechless, Ziyin walked to Dongfang Sheng, looked at the scholar, and felt very familiar, it was... Ouyang Mingri's... friend, he looks very similar, uh... Baili Tusu .

Perhaps also, Baili Tusu's previous life.

No.80 four times

It had been raining for several days, and it was damp and cold everywhere. Chen Sanliu bought some things and wanted to go home early to be with his mother.

Holding a pile of things, he was running fast, trotting on the slippery road, and collided with someone when he staggered. He was obviously a small boy, but he didn't move, and fell down by himself.

Chen Sanliu brushed aside his wet bangs, looked up to see this young man in red, he was the most handsome boy he had ever seen, but the look on his face frightened him, I'm afraid he couldn't be kind.

"If you are in a hurry to reincarnate, can I help you?" Dongfang Sheng threw the ponytail behind him, took off the whip from his waist, raised his hand, and was grabbed by Ziyin.

Zi Yin took the whip from his hand: "Little General, why are you angry?"

Dongfang Sheng stared into his eyes, the gray eyes were like snow fields, cold and silent, untouched, lonely world.This person may not be disturbed by the world, and can stand outside the world and watch with cold eyes.

"What's wrong with me being angry? I see that everyone in this world is angry!" Dongfang Sheng withdrew his hand, and seeing Chen Sanliu getting up, he kicked Chen Sanliu hard on his stomach so hard that he couldn't stop. I couldn't stand up and almost vomited blood.

Zi Yin frowned, looked at the people around him, but couldn't say a word, the red dress was like a fire, burning his eyes so much that he almost shed tears.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he hugged Dongfang Sheng into his arms, stroked his hair, and comforted him: "Be quiet, okay?"

Dongfang Sheng looked at him, and he really came down obediently, almost startled Ziyin, looked at him several times, then put the whip back on his waist, let him go gently, walked down the steps, trying to help him up Chen Sanliu.

Someone took a step ahead of him and dragged the scholar on the ground up. He was a young man in a blue dress. From his appearance, he was clearly Fang Lansheng.

But it wasn't Fang Lansheng, he was holding the sword tightly, his face was cold, his eyes were faintly dark, he was holding the scholar with one hand, he took a glance at Zi Yin, and healed the scholar.

Zi Yin opened his mouth to ask his identity, but before he could speak, the young man said directly, "I'm Jin Lei."

"Thank you, young man." Ziyin squatted down to pick up Chen Sanliu's things, but suddenly a woman said, "Your people are domineering, why pretend to be kind."

There is a woman behind Jin Lei, Zi Yin took a look, and recognized her at a glance, it is the woman in red in the painting in Zixian Villa.

From Xianshanzhuang, no matter how far you go, you finally entered the topic.

Ziyin unconsciously thought about this illusion, and behind Dongfang Sheng pointed at the woman, and shouted: "How are you talking!"

After finally coming down obediently, it exploded again, Ziyin felt a headache, and immediately got up to stop him: "Be quiet, please be quiet, okay?"

Dongfang Sheng ignored him this time and pointed at the woman with a whip: "Don't hide behind that kid, what's his name? Come out."

The woman came out, raised her chin and said, "My name is Ye Chenxiang."

"Little general, you shouldn't have hit someone." Zi Yin continued to persuade.

Jin Lei also said to Ye Chenxiang: "Don't meddle, that kid is full of hooliganism." He even gave Dongfang Sheng a glance.

Can Dongfang Sheng endure this? When it got even hotter, he was about to throw Zi Yin away. Chen Sanliu, who hadn't interrupted his voice from the beginning to the end, saw that a fight was about to start, and after humming for a long time, he finally said timidly: "Don't you guys?" Fight, yes... I bumped into that young man in red first, don't be angry, young man, it's not good to fight too much."

Ziyin turned to look at Chen Sanliu, a scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken, with such a soft appearance, even if he looked very similar to Baili Tusu, it was hard to see him as a person.

Jin Lei said to Chen Sanliu: "You have internal injuries, why don't you go back with me and find a good doctor to show you."

This group of people are all vicious, where is Chen Sanliu?