Yu Juntong

Both Wutong and He Qianyu tightened their minds, one was guarded, the other was resisted, only Wuyou ignored everything and turned to look at him.

It's not that Wuyou has never seen a beauty before. Both of his fathers are stunning men, and his father Baili Rong is also considered a gentleman. The people around him are all peerless and independent gentlemen, but they have never been like him. .

The lavender gauze was worn over the white inner garment, a piece of red jade was pinned to the waist, and a white paper fan was held in the hand. All the blue hair was scattered on the back, and only some hair fell on the sides of the cheeks.The complexion is pale, the chin is thin, the corners of the lips are slightly raised, the phoenix eyes are slender, and the phoenix tail is long and narrow. The purple color of those eyes alone is rare in the world. On his face, he smiled politely, and his eyes were full of crooked moons.

Looking at his smile, Wuyou felt a heat on his face, and two flames burned in his heart, he was at a loss and panicked, and didn't know what to say.

"Yo, Master Wuyou, why are you blushing? Even my beauty doesn't fascinate you. That's what I look like when I see outsiders!" He Qianyu sneered at Wuyou with a drawn-out accent, but secretly opposed this purple-clothed man Man, no matter how you look at it, he is not a kind person.

"Shut up, who is your wife." Wuyou gave him a kick from under the table, the weight was not light, and he knew that he was abnormal, seeing that there was no place to sit around, he said to him: "It's okay , sit down!"

He nodded slightly, and said: "Thank you!" He walked from behind He Qianyu to the opposite of Wuyou, and sat down slowly.

Wutong didn't speak from the beginning to the end, his face was very calm, as if he himself was a person who didn't like to be troublesome, he took a tea cup, filled it, and pushed it in front of him, "Please drink tea."

"Thank you!" The man stretched out his hand to protect the teacup and moved it in front of him, but he didn't drink the cup of tea. "Thank you for being accommodating. I'm going to ask you, I don't know your names?"

"My name is Wuyou, he is Wutong, and this is He Qianyu." Among the three, only Wuyou replied in a seemingly grand manner. Answering while looking at Wutong's face, it was still the dead silence before the storm, and a storm was brewing in his eye sockets, so Wuyou smiled silly and stared at the cup in his hand.

"Young Xia Yuezhuo, why haven't I heard your name before?" He Qianyu saw that the master and servant were sluggish, so he had no choice but to repay Wuyou for saving his life, and launched a fierce attack on him.

Yue Zhuo laughed self-deprecatingly, even with a confident brilliance, his voice was very soft, "Of course not as famous as He Shaoxia, but Yue Zhuo has heard of your name a long time ago, and once met, maybe Shaoxia I forgot, but I remember it clearly!"

"Hmph!" He Qianyu hummed angrily. It was autumn, and he was swinging a crane feather fan around. He didn't even think about how such a distinctive weapon, the crane feather fan, would be forgotten.

"The guest dishes are here. Your vegetarian fried shredded eel, jade rabbit cabbage, Shazhou Taicui, rice stems in pepper oil, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, all the dishes are ready. Come, all the guests, take your time!" Put it on the table, don't go away, just wait by Wuyou's side, smiling all over the face, the smiling eyes are gone.

I saw Yue Zhuo took out a shadow from his waist and put it on the corner of the table. The waiter in the store even smiled, ran to him, put away the money, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you for the reward, all the guests." Officer, use it slowly, call me if you have something to do, use it slowly!"

Wuyou met Shang Yuezhuo's eyes in embarrassment, smiled at each other, picked up the chopsticks, and lost most of his appetite.To be honest, Yue Zhuo was good-looking, and Wuyou couldn't help feeling distracted when he saw it. If he made a fool of himself in front of him, Wuyou was even more depressed.

The dishes on the table were ordered by He Qianyu. The cook cooked them carefully, and the names of the dishes were also elegant. Knowing that Wuyou likes to eat rabbit meat, he specially ordered it.Wu Tong didn't care how embarrassed the people on the table were, he raised his hand to take the chopsticks, and put the dishes on the table into Wuyou's bowl one by one, Wuyou said in a low voice, "I'll do it myself!"

Wutong's chopsticks stopped in the air, and the rabbit meat broke free from the shackles of the two chopsticks and fell on the table. Wuyou carefully looked at his face, it was a kind of gray, and his eyes rested on Wuyou's face as if he was looking for something. The fallen rabbit meat was picked up again and put into his mouth, "Young master will do whatever he says!"

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Bitterness is still boring. Come here. If you want to pick up some food, give it to me!" He Qianyu sent his small bowl forward to Wutong, "Hey, look down on me Me, why don't you clip me?"

"Stop making trouble, you can't eat well, it's too noisy!" Wuyou pushed back He Qianyu's hand hanging in front of him, Wuyou already felt that he had hurt Wutong, and He Qianyu had no vision to get involved. Looking at Wutong again, he regained his composure, his face was normal, eating and drinking.Wuyou raised his head and met Shang Yuezhuo's eyes, smiled slightly, no more, just because he looked good, he looked at Wuyou shyly, and continued to eat with his head down!

It's hard to digest after a meal, and two or three stones in the stomach are pressing on the stomach, which is about to burst the belly. Rubbing the stomach without worry, this is not eating, it's almost the same as eating.

"Stomach upset?"

"It's a little bloated, I'm too eager to eat!" Wuyou has a full stomach, her clothes are too big, and she can't see her bloated stomach at all. With such a full stomach, Wuyou can be regarded as No.1.

Wutong got up and warned him, "Don't rub it, wait for me to come back!" Then he strode through the crowd and walked to the street, and he couldn't even see his figure.

"Master Wuyou, don't toss about Wutong, they treat you well, and you can't move your eyes if you can't see the good-looking ones. There are many good-looking people in the world, and I haven't seen you facing the young master." Am I drooling?" He Qianyu held the chopsticks and knocked on the bowl, and with a bowl, he could go to the street to beg for food.

"Young Xia He seems to have a grudge against me. I don't know how I offended you?" Yue Zhuo looked at He Qianyu, with a bright smile that could shine in the dark, He Qianyu casually threw the chopsticks on the table, Hem sulked and said nothing.

Wuyou thought to himself, this is really a good way to make him shut up, forgetting that his stomach is swollen, "Shut up, Mr. He?"

"Hmph, you know how to bully me!"

"Ha ha!"

Wutong's hand fell on Wuyou's shoulder, and the other hand held something wrapped in oil paper, "Let's go, young master, go to the room with Wutong and get the sword!"

"Well, good!" Wuyou knew that Wutong was going down the steps for him, and hurriedly took his bronze sword with Wutong, and the collar was still in Wutong's hand, as if carrying a chicken, "Wutong, you go slowly Come on, wait for me!"

"Deserved to be cleaned up by him." He Qianyu shouted happily behind him, Wuyou was so angry that he wanted to turn around and beat him all over the place, but Wutong's hand did not relax at all, "Master?"

With the words of Indus, Wuyou obediently followed him up. The two-story inn was built of stone bricks. The stairs, doors and windows were undoubtedly made of logs by the carpenter. With a layer on, the paint color is even heavier.At the corner, there is a pot of yellow chrysanthemums on a high shelf. It is cultivated in ordinary clay pots. The chrysanthemums are in full bloom, with curly petals and stretched waists.Shi Daddy doesn't like chrysanthemums, but he has a heart for flowers. The chrysanthemums under the valley must bloom.

"The young master doesn't like being in the same room with Wutong anymore, or has he forgotten the instructions of the two fathers and is going to run away with others?" Wutong sat on the bench in the room by himself, and put the oil paper bag in his hand. On the table, "I haven't come here yet, it's not that my stomach is bloated. I bought red fruits for you."

"Indus, I'm just looking at it. Didn't you say we're married, why would I run away with someone?" Wuyou went to the table and opened the red fruit bought by Indus. The plump fruit is new these days. "It's all hawthorn, not even sugar juice."

"Of course Wutong wants to punish the young master." Wutong got up, slowly loosened his belt, and opened his coat. He was so surprised that Wuyou had a hawthorn stuffed in his mouth, and asked him, "What are you doing? Don't come. You must come tomorrow." No bed."

"Hush, young master, if you shout louder, He Qianyu and Yue Zhuo will hear you, and if you are heard, how can young master run away with others!"

Wuyou learns to be good, and resists with a shot, and puts on a fighting stance, but Wutong laughs loudly, takes a step forward, and the two fight.There are tables and chairs in the house, and there are no more bottles and objects. Wutong doesn't care about these things, and Wuyou still cares about the silver in his hand, "Wutong, if you break something, you will pay for it. Stop making trouble." Without three tricks, Wuyou would also lose at the hands of Wutong, so he simply gave up the sparring and was directly pulled into Wutong's arms.

"The doctor said that flatulence is due to eating too much, and you need to exercise more."

"Wutong!" Wuyou yelled, stunned Wutong, stopped and looked at Wuyou, only to hear Wuyou's eyes firmly say to him: "Life and death are not responsible, life and death go hand in hand."

Wutong sneered, stopped moving, hugged Wuyou tenderly, and rubbed him into his arms, "My little master!"

Wuyou thought that Wutong would let him go, at least to prevent him from making a fool of himself in front of others. However, although Wutong is not as experienced as He Qianyu and Yuezhuo Jianghu, he also knows that if he doesn't deal with this young master, he will definitely run away with others in the future .

"Wutong, you liar!" Wuyou cursed, but he couldn't stop Wutong from disciplining him, everyone sealed him up and down, and he couldn't let him say a word of complaint.

In the end, all the complaints and tempers were softened by a coquettish voice. The old bed was old, the wooden boards creaked, and there was no one around in the middle of the night.

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