White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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The night was gloomy, and a red-clothed woman in a cloak ran in such a dark night, but she didn't stop to find an inn to rest.She ran too hastily, and suddenly she lost her foot and fell down with a clatter. There was a burning pain in her knee, which should have worn the skin, but she got up immediately, regardless of whether she was injured or not, and wanted to continue running.

The loud sound of horseshoes came from behind her. When she first heard it, it was a little far away, but when she heard it again, she was already close at hand. A figure could be seen approaching at high speed with the naked eye, which made her terrified and hurried forward a few steps.

"Duluo! Duluo!"

The woman in red was startled, stopped immediately, turned around immediately, and asked cautiously, "Liufeng? Is that you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse's hoof stopped in front of his eyes. The man sitting on the saddle was wearing a rattan hat and a cloak. He could barely see his face. He only responded with an "um" and stretched out a thick arm .

Du Luoniang grabbed this arm without hesitation, then quickly climbed onto the horse's back, and hugged his waist. The horse ran again, and disappeared into the night in a short while.

In the deep Longmianjing cave, a man wearing a daytime dog mask, and Du Luoniang, who was wearing a veil, walked through the winding path and came to a stone bridge. A man wearing a ghost mask.

During the day, the dog-masked man cupped his hands respectfully: "Master, Du Luo has brought it back."

Du Luoniang stepped forward and made a common blessing: "I have met the master. Master, Du Luo is not doing well, and the Bliss Club has been sealed up by the officers and soldiers, saying that they want to arrest Du Luo for questioning..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man in the ghost mask walked down slowly, and a heavy slap fell on her cheek, which caught her off guard and fell to the ground.The man with the ghost mask asked coldly: "Why did you run away? The imperial court sent people to capture you. As long as there is not enough evidence found in the Bliss Club, the matter will still not be exposed, but if you escape, the suspicion of the Bliss Club will become even more serious." Big!"

Du Luoniang covered her cheeks, and was taken aback when she heard it, and shouted: "Master! Du Luo made a mistake, I didn't know that things would turn out like this! Du Luo is willing to die to apologize to the master!" Suddenly drew a short sword.

During the day, the dog-masked man immediately pressed her hand holding the hilt of the sword, then took the dagger from her hand, and persuaded: "Luo Ying is dead, you can't waste your life again."

Du Luoniang shed tears: "I'm sorry for my sister. I don't even have half of her ability, so I tried to avenge her. Not only have I failed to avenge her, but I have also implicated my master. What's the use of saving my life?" ?”

The man with the evil ghost mask said: "Don't take yourself too lightly. Back then, in order to get revenge, you cruelly poisoned your husband Nangong Ye, took all his savings, established the Bliss Club, and worked for me. Great contribution, the success of this seat's plan is imminent, and the Bliss Club is no longer important, before the plan is successful, you must not leave Sleeping Dragon Well for half a step!"

Du Luoniang immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up, and said, "Yes."

The man in the ghost mask asked: "You should tell me why the bliss will be revealed?"

Du Luoniang replied: "Du Luo is not sure, but... it was only a dozen days after the three young masters left the Bliss Club, and the officers and soldiers surrounded the Bliss Club, saying that the oiran wine was related to the murder."

The man in the ghost mask asked again: "What do those three people look like? What are their names?"

Du Luoniang replied: "They are all handsome young masters, especially the young master with silver-white hair, pale eyes, fair and delicate skin, and loves rose fragrance. His name... Du Luo doesn't know."

The man with the ghost mask smiled and said, "It's Wenren Wuji! Of the other two, one must be Zhu Yanfeng, and the other should belong to Jinling Pavilion. Now Zhu Yanfeng is in our hands!"

Upon hearing this, Du Luoniang said happily, "Congratulations, Master!"

The man with the evil ghost mask proudly said: "In a few days, a net will be laid, and Wen Ren Wuji will be invited into the urn!"

It was the first month of the new year, and the chief rudder of Xiyutai held a congratulatory banquet. The Qing lady dressed by Yang Qingming and Zhayue were invited to enjoy delicious food together. At that time, the door servant reported that "the in-laws of Yunxiuding are here to visit", Zhayue hurried to see, and when he saw his back, he knew it was his elder brother.

In the middle of the night, the lights were on in the bathroom, and Yang Qingming sat in the bathtub, raised one arm, and scrubbed intently with the other hand.The door of the bathroom opened gently, Fu Xuehen stepped into the bathroom generously, closed the door tightly, walked around the screen generously, and walked to the bathtub.

Yang Qingming didn't raise his head, he guessed who it was just by listening to his voice, but he still focused on pouring water on his body, scrubbing his body carefully, and only said with his mouth: "Young Master also wants to come in to take a bath?" Smiling faintly: "I'm afraid it won't be until after I get out of the bath."

Xue Hen supported the edge of the tub, and replied: "Just come in and have a look."

Yang Qingming smiled faintly, and said lightly, "The drunkard's intention is not in drinking, is it? Your thoughts have already betrayed you."

Xue Hen didn't deny or explain. He lowered his head to look at his smooth and vulgar body soaked in warm water, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke his back shoulder.

Yang Qingming was slightly stunned, squinted at that place, and said seriously: "Young Master, I just washed this place."

Xue Hen said generously: "Since you mind so much, I can wash it for you once."

Yang Qingming smiled faintly: "How dare I bother the Young Master personally..."

Just as he was talking, Xue Hen had already begun to wash his back, causing him to pause, stiffen his body, Xue Hen quietly splashed water on his body, and gently scrubbed his wet skin with his bare hands.

After a while, a smile appeared on his stiff face: "Young Master's heart is already full of spring water, can't he survive tonight?"

Xue Hen replied generously: "Since you know it very well, why bother to ask."

Yang Qingming was a little cold and arrogant: "I did say that the Young Master can come to me at any time if he wants to accompany him, but it also depends on my mood."

Xue Hen asked concerned: "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Yang Qingming replied: "Young Master should know that Miss and I were invited to the congratulatory banquet today."

Xue Hen guessed: "Master Xue made you unhappy?"

Yang Qingming snorted softly before saying: "His complacent appearance is really disgusting."

Xue Hen said: "But isn't it always a taboo to be in a bad mood during the first month of the New Year? I heard that it is easy to get bad luck..."

Yang Qingming took a look at Xue Hen's face, and said with a frivolous smile: "Young Master really spent a lot of talking and talking in order to accompany me tonight."

Xue Hen immediately turned his face away, he was so nervous that he hesitated when he spoke: "I... I just... want to care about your mood, I don't want you to be with me..."

Yang Qingming held onto the edge of the tub and stood up. The water droplets immediately started from his back, chest and arms, rolled down along the smooth skin, and fell straight into the tub. He stepped over the tub wall and walked barefoot to the high In front of the square case, he picked up a wide cloth towel from the tray and generously wiped his wet body with his back turned to Xue Hen.

Xue Hen stared blankly at his actions, watched him put on a robe and a woman's dress, stared fixedly on his body, unwilling to take it back for a long time, even suddenly turned his head to meet his gaze, Still staring blankly.

Yang Qingming smiled lightly, and then said: "Young Master, let's take a bath early." Putting on a cloak and a hood to cover his face, he strode out of the bath room.

Xue Hen slowly came to his senses, and murmured: "He told me to take a bath earlier, did he change his mind?"

When the lights in Fanxingyuan were extinguished one by one, the room where Xue Hen lived was still brightly lit. Xue Hen thought about it, decided to turn off the lights, picked up the candle shade, and was just about to cover the lights Suddenly, there was an untimely knock on the door, causing him to immediately put down the candle extinguisher and go to open the door.

With Yang Qingming's figure standing in front of her eyes, Xue Heng let him into the room without thinking, closed the door tightly, and said to Yang Qingming, "I'm about to turn off the lights."

Yang Qingming took off his cloak, and calmly replied: "Young Master can turn off the lights, it will not hinder me."

Xue Hen guessed: "You have something to tell me, and you will go back after you finish?"

Yang Qingming got straight to the point: "Did the lord explain anything?"

Xue Hen informed: "Father didn't have any special instructions, but just told you to play it by ear, and wait until my sister gave birth to a child before attacking that person."

Yang Qingming agreed heartily: "I see." Then he walked to the candle, picked up the candle extinguisher, and simply extinguished the burning light, and the room was completely swallowed up by darkness.

Xue Hen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a pair of hands tightly wrapped around his waist from behind, and a gentle wall of flesh was pressed tightly against his back, and a warm breath sent out with a gentle and sentimental low voice. To the side of the ear: "Young Master should also go to bed earlier."

When the words fell, the warm lilac robbed her neck without any scruples, and her five fingers robbed her whole body again. After a moment of intimate entanglement, the two figures entangled even more boldly on the bed, making the bed unable to hold back the sultry The atmosphere begins to sway gently, and the sound of slapping grapefruit is a good song.

Xue Hen asked suddenly: "Who are you thinking about?"

Yang Qingming said with a smile: "How does Young Master know that I am thinking of someone else?"

Xue Hen answered as a matter of course: "You have had such a night with so many people, I know there is only one you are thinking about, right?"

Yang Qingming was slightly taken aback, but then laughed and didn't answer.

Xue Hen raised his head slightly, looked at Yang Qingming, and solemnly vowed: "One day! I will take his place! One day! You think of me, not him or anyone else!"

Yang Qingming hurriedly held Xue Hen's face, covered him with flower petals, and whispered in his ear: "Young Master, don't you want to do it again?" After speaking, he robbed him with petals and cloves, and then Zhi Zhi slapped the grapefruit more vigorously, making the big waves very long this night.

When he woke up, he opened the door and saw the doorman cleaning the paths and corridors in the courtyard not far away. After closing the door with regret, he walked out of the courtyard along the path to meet his sister Zhayue.Last night seemed to be a dream, when he opened his eyes Yang Qingming was no longer there, only the stains on the lampshade proved that it was not a dream.

As usual, Yang Qingming pretended to be Qing's lady, and accompanied Zhayue to walk slowly in the yard. When Xuehen came to Zhayue, she was wearing the golden step of Liuyunyue palace rabbit given by her biological mother Yanhua. Shake, Liuyun is on the top of the hairpin handle, the moon palace is under Liuyun, a bunch of gold tassels hangs at the bottom of the moon palace, and the rabbit is at the bottom of the gold tassels, very delicate and lovely.

Xue Hen asked: "Do you like the New Year's gift from mother?"

Zhayue was in a great mood and nodded happily.

Xuehen said again: "Then when I go back, I will tell my mother."

Zhayue agreed softly with a "yes", raised her eyes, and carefully found that her brother's eyes suddenly drifted to Mrs. Qing who was beside her. Knowing what her brother was thinking, she deliberately matched her, and secretly had an idea, and deliberately said: " I seem to have forgotten something in the house, go back and get it first."

Mrs. Qing said generously: "What do you want to bring, Miss? I'll bring it for Miss."

Zhayue declined and said: "No need, I can take a few more steps to relax." She walked slowly by herself and returned to the house.

There was no one else around, so Xue Hen asked generously, "When did you go back to your room last night?"

Mrs. Qing smiled lightly, pretending not to understand: "Why does Young Master ask such a question?"

Xue Hen felt that his words were a bit strange, and immediately said: "You came to my room last night, and we spent the night together, don't you remember?"

Mrs. Qing smiled lightly, and continued to pretend: "Last night after I took a bath, I went back to the dormitory to rest. When I woke up, I was in my own room. When did I go to the young lord? Young lord, it's broad daylight. Find out if it's a dream."

Hearing this, Xue Hen felt even more strange, and couldn't help thinking: Why wouldn't he admit that he spent a night with me last night?Could it be... because I said that I would take the place of his sweetheart, which made him unhappy?

Before New Year's Eve, Huang Yan came to Pingjing, planning to avoid the lively New Year's Eve dinner in Qingluan City, and spend a lonely New Year in Pingjing quietly.Knowing his mood, Su Zhongming generously accommodated him, let him live in Fanhuazhai for a few days, and ordered people to send delicious meals, fruits and pastries.

As much fine wine as Huang Yan wanted, Su Zhongming generously ordered people to deliver it, but Huang Yan didn't eat much, and he didn't have the same appetite as before. After night fell, he sat alone on the roof with wine in his hand bottle, while drinking, while looking at the lights scattered in the distance, looking at the bright moon and stars that reflect it.

The cold breeze brushed his face and brushed his silver-white hair. He didn't care at all, he just drank quietly, looked at the scenery in front of him, but didn't hold the scenery in his heart, and his thoughts ran back to the long memory again .

When he was young, his lightness kung fu was already as good as a fire, and he would often compete with Zhu Yanfeng on the high roofs, or play around.It was also on such a similar night, he and Zhu Yanfeng had a boxing competition on the roof, and at the moment when the winner was about to be announced, he deliberately pretended to fall, Zhu Yanfeng hurriedly gave up the move, reached out to grab him, and pulled him into his arms with one hand.

In his ears, Zhu Yanfeng's gentle voice still sounded; "Is Yan'er alright?"

His back was tightly pressed against Zhu Yanfeng's arms, he stroked the back of the hand on his waist with one hand, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "You almost caused me to fall, I want you to be responsible."

Zhu Yanfeng never thought about whether there was any scheming in his words, and immediately asked after hearing these words: "What do you want me to do to be considered responsible?"

Huang Yan turned his head and glanced at Zhu Yanfeng's face with a smile. Zhu Yanfeng looked into his silver-grey watery eyes, and before he could answer, he gently covered his peach blossom petals.

After the four petals parted and the clove parted, Huang Yan exhaled in a little panic, and said with a smile: "You and I can't just undress and accompany us for a night in this windy place?"

Zhu Yanfeng said: "You haven't told me yet, how do you want me to be responsible? Could it be this?"

Huang Yan replied: "If it's so cheap, why should I ask you to be responsible. It's just that I haven't made up my mind yet. Let me put it on credit first, and I'll tell you when it's tomorrow."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Then tonight..."

Huang Yan smiled and replied: "Eldest brother seems to be more impatient than me, did you think about it a long time ago?"

Zhu Yanfeng explained: "I..."

Huang Yan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and immediately sealed his lips with an index finger, so that he could not continue, and then said to him: "Let's compete in boxing for a while, no matter whether you win or lose, you have to fight with me." Shower and change clothes."

Zhu Yanfeng agreed straightforwardly: "Okay."

In the starry night sky in his vision, a bright meteor suddenly flashed across, bringing Huang Yan's thoughts back to reality.He watched the shooting star go away, raised the wine bottle again, raised his chin, and poured the sweet wine into his throat, ignoring some of the wine overflowing his beautiful lips, and murmured: "Brother, why aren't you the one who can transform in the rumors?" The white fox? Why can't you turn into a white fox and run back to me? Where are you now..."

The icy cold breeze blew in one after another, and the cold wine slid down his throat again and again, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hung with a touch of bitterness and loneliness.His silver-gray eyes looked at the huge bright moon, and when he saw it, it seemed that tears were about to burst out and drop down to the world.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, smiled bitterly, and murmured again: "If I cry, will the stars and the moon cry too? But this time I won't, I will make myself strong, I will... ...find a way to get him out!"

As soon as the words fell, his other hand quietly clenched into a fist.