beg for chivalry

The bamboo is deep and the trees are dense, and the grass and insects are squatting. It is early summer.Outside the octagonal pavilion, it is sometimes rainy and sometimes sunny.Between the sun and the moon, half a month has passed without knowing it.

For the past half month, Jin Wu still couldn't move, he just took a nap in the pavilion and rested, and the rest of the time he was still flustered.The words spoken with Yan Jiubian that night seemed to have turned into nonsense when he was seriously injured, and the two tacitly stopped mentioning them, letting them fly away like ashes.

Assassins travel in pairs, except for receiving orders from the voices and hearers, the rest of the time they move together.Now that Jin Wu is injured, Yan Jiubian has to honestly accompany him to recuperate.It's just that this guy's brain may have been eaten by sperm moths. I don't know where I got the engraved copy of Tang Yin's Jingchun Picture Scroll, and I still sit beside him all day long and recite the Su Nu Jing prettily. , the flow of liquid communicates", "the deep inside slowly moves, and the desire to go in and out", Jin Wuzhi rolled his eyes when he heard it.It's a pity that he has a long-term memory and never forgets, and he actually remembers all these obscene words and pictures in his heart.

While flipping through the book, Yan Jiubian said thoughtfully: "This book contains the 'Nine Laws', dragons leaping over tigers, cicadas attaching tortoises and phoenixes, plus rabbits sucking hairs, fishes touching scales, and cranes crossing necks. I have tried all of them from time to time. But there are not only these nine styles in intercourse techniques, there are more than these. But everything should start from the simple to the deep, and you should start from the familiar ones when teaching you."

Remembering that every time he was his support person, he could always vaguely distinguish overlapping figures from behind the brocade lattice window, Jin Wu's face turned pale.He knew that Yan Jiubian was a good seducer, but he didn't want to hear how this person flirted with others.

The Cloaked Ghost closed the book, crawled up to Jin Wu, and stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder with a smile, "If you want me to say it, the 'Cicada Possession' pose is really joyful. It rides on a person and enters from behind without using flowers. It's a lot of work. But we assassins are not afraid of being tired, this matter is much less effort than you hanging from the roof."

While speaking, that hand seemed to turn into a swimming snake, slithering across his shoulder until he held Jin Wu in his arms.

Jin Wu struggled a bit, but his whole body still ached like being torn apart.So he raised his head and stared at him as hard as a rock, and said fiercely: "Do you remember? Shui Jiu. I broke my hands and feet because of my left hand, and I was able to kill a room of servants she brought."

"I remember." Yan Jiubian said with a smile, "However, what does this have to do with me?"

"...No matter how weirdly you touch me, I'm afraid I'll kill you if I miss it."

These words were harsh, but Yan Jiubian still didn't let go, and only smiled slyly: "How can this be considered weird? It's time to take the medicine, I'll help you get up and drink the medicine."

The window sash is not closed, and the noisy cicadas come in from the gap, echoing monotonously and lonely in the pavilion.Yan Jiubian supported Jin Wu's shoulders against the wall, extinguished the fire in the medicine pot, and poured out a bowl of black and bitter medicine from it.While he was busy filtering the medicine dregs, he chatted with the Raksha ghost without saying a word.

Jin Wu glared at him and said, "Hey, why did you learn so many strange tricks? I don't think the girls in Zuichun Garden can play as many tricks as you do."

Yan Jiubian was very proud, puffed up his chest and said, "That's natural! Because I have seen a lot, not only do I count girls every night, but I am often counted by girls. Half of my days are spent crawling and rolling in bed... "

The Rakshasa ghost looked at him with pity.

"Why are you looking at me like that! You Jinbu always think this is not a serious matter, but I have ambitions." Yan Jiubian blushed slightly, but angrily buried his head to scrape off the medicine dregs in the clay pot.

"What ambition? It can't be to be an oiran."

Yan Jiubian looked at him coldly, said some sarcastic words in his mouth, and said mockingly: "Climb up, the higher the better, the better. When the day comes, I will take you to the Ministry of Water to try our tricks." Hard work."

Jin Wu said: "Okay. If you can kick the left and wrong landlord, I will be an oiran."

After the medicine dregs were sifted out, Yan Jiubian came over with a bowl.If it was in the past, Jin Wu must have frowned, and felt nauseated when he handed over the medicine bowl.But today he just leaned against the wall, put his arms against his forehead, closed his eyes and exhaled slightly, exhaling hot like fireballs.

The bright sunlight was cut to pieces by the window panes, and it covered his face like gold leaf, but it couldn't hide the paper-like paleness on his face.Jin Wu let out a long breath, his head suddenly tilted to the side, and his whole body slanted down limply.

"...It's been half a month, is the wound still not healed?" Yan Jiubian put down the medicine bowl.Seeing that he was still having a fever, he felt a little worried, so he could only put a few more pillows under his head to prop his head up.

Jin Wu said in a trance: "Maybe it's not just this injury, the old injury has not healed..."

"Before? Apart from this time, you also received the saravaka order?"

"Except when I'm partnering with you...it's always a saravaka."

The Raksha ghost lowered his eyes and said dreamily. He struggled to pull the thin quilt, turned over with all his strength to wrap himself up, and muttered: "But it's fine now. If you think it's troublesome to take care of me, you can go by yourself first." Playing around with Jin Shiba... Mynah is a bit talkative, but still reliable..."

Yan Jiubian sighed, and said with a sneer on his face: "You drink the medicine first, and then you will be a lazy piggy who can't wake up after a long sleep."

"Leave it there...I'll wake up...and drink again."

His whole body was as heavy as if he had been bound by a boulder.Jin Wu's consciousness was hazy, and he was slightly chilled in the scorching summer.He curled up quietly like this, breathing hot and long.

The temple was quiet, and the sound of the heartbeat seemed to turn into a thunderbolt, resounding firmly in the heart.The Clothes Ghost stood in the shadows holding a boiling medicine bowl, his eyes lingering on Jin Wu's body, his eyes were as cold as frost for a moment.Seven ghost paintings hang high on the top, covering my heart like a cloud.

Yan Jiubian silently took out the celadon bottle that Zuo Buzheng handed him from his bosom, and poured the medicinal solution into the bowl.Jin Wu closed his eyes against the stone wall, unable to see his actions.

After all this was done, he squatted down, shook Jin Wu's shoulders, and said patiently: "No, you have to drink the medicine first, so that you can recover quickly. Otherwise, how long will it take for you to recuperate? When will you be able to receive orders?" Jin Wuhun mumbled in confusion, shrinking into his thin quilt, Yan Jiubian managed to catch him, and brought a medicine bowl to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

Jin Wu opened his mouth slightly, and Yan Jiubian took the opportunity to pour the medicinal soup into his mouth.But before he could take a few mouthfuls, he heard him choking violently, clutching his throat and spit out most of the medicine juice.

"Why did you vomit? It's too bitter. Do you want me to add some honey syrup?" Yan Jiubian was a little flustered, but he still asked without changing his face.

The Raksha ghost coughed for a while, then raised his head suddenly.The shadow of the sun in the pavilion was fading, and his eyes immersed in the shadows were like clouds, and they seemed to burst out with burning green light, sharp and cold.Yan Jiubian's heart sank three points at first, and now he only heard him say:

"What did you give me—drink?"

This person's memory is really close to a demon, he only needs to taste the medicinal soup once to remember the five flavors in it.He remembered the taste of the medicine he drank a few days ago, and naturally knew that Yan Jiubian had added something foreign to the medicine.

Yan Jiubian was dripping with cold sweat, but he smiled and said, "It's just an ordinary medicine, the same as what you drank a few days ago, you are overthinking..."

Jin Wu also smiled in a rare way, but this smile is really not a smile, showing a merciless and acrimonious. "Did Zuo Buzheng bribe you? You still use this thing to mess with me. Is this the medicine that kills me, or the poison that makes people want to die?"

In an instant, the eyes seemed to be plunged into darkness.Yan Jiubian was holding the medicine bowl, dazed and dazed in place.It was the first time that Jin Wu looked at him so coldly, his eyes seemed to be condensed with frost.Those words were like stones thrown into the surface of a windless lake, the ripples widened and finally turned into a violent vortex.A dark hole could be glimpsed through the center of the vortex, and he was sucked straight into the gap, torn apart.

In that dark and deep hole, he glimpsed his own heart.

Vaguely, he saw the past scene clearly.The canopy bed creaked, and the paper curtain was stained with blood.In the dim light, the woman's figure was like a gigantic monster, covering his face heavily.He was silent, biting his lower lip and lying on his back, enjoying himself under all kinds of people.Sweat and tears are mixed together, pain and spiritual consciousness are like green smoke curling up from the Boshan furnace, gradually disappearing in the void.

The Assassins of the Water Ministry were like playthings in cave puppets, whose heads were twisted off by sharp claws as hard as iron, screaming one after another, turning into flesh and blood between the five fingers of the woman.Zuo Buzheng chuckled softly, whispered in his ear: Look, Shui Jiu, don't disobey me.Nobody can.

Yan Jiubian looked ashen, sweating profusely, and looked at Jin Wu with a guilty conscience.At this moment, the Raksha ghost sneered, as if he asked with great disappointment: "Did Zuo Buzheng ask you to come?"

"……Yes."

"What kind of medicine is in here?" Jin Wu stared at his silk shirt and asked word by word.Yan Jiubian hastily glanced at his chest, only to see a slight bulge on the front of his clothes, vaguely showing the outline of a celadon vase.He thought for a moment, then said with a pale face: "The medicine to cure your illness. The master from the left said... let you drink it, and the wound on your body will heal."

Raksha ghost's eyes seemed to turn into blazing flames, throwing his whole heart into torment.In an instant, there seemed to be a murderous aura in the pavilion, and Jin Wu said sharply:

"How many lies are you going to tell me!"

This drink is like a thunderbolt exploding in front of his head, and in an instant, countless snowflakes are flying in front of his eyes.Sometimes it was the appearance of Zuo Buzheng twisting the assassins of the Ministry of Water into bloody mud, and gently coaxing him; when touched.Finally, all the scenes gathered in front of his eyes, and he saw Jin Wu burning with anger for the first time, staring at him resentfully, his green pupils gleaming, and his sharp knife-like eyes pierced straight at him.

Unexpectedly, he thought that there should be a surge of blood in his chest to refute, but now it has cooled down a little bit.

Yan Jiubian smiled: "I don't care if what I said is true or not, I just want you to drink this medicine now."

"It's Zuo Buzheng... Did you ask you to kill me?"

"What are you talking about? I just asked you to drink the medicine from the left master, so that you can heal your injury sooner." Yan Jiubian said in surprise, waved his hands again and again, and then smiled softly. "Aren't we friends? How could I kill you, Jin Wu?"

After a moment of silence, Jin Wu turned his head slightly, and murmured as if sighing: "Friend, friend..." He pondered for a while, and when he raised his head, a layer of desolation like mist had accumulated in his pupils, and he laughed at himself. mouth up.

"So that was the idea. It turned out that she wanted me to treat you as a friend, so that I would be like a puppet hanging on a string, and obey her."

Yan Jiubian walked over with the medicine bowl in his hand, his eyes were clouded, he looked down at him, but there was a sigh in his voice. "What about you? We've been through life and death together too many times. How do you see me? We started working together five and a half months ago when Emperor Shiling of the Qian family in Zhongzhou, you saved me 28 times, and I will do it for you too." I have helped you nineteen times, and each time my life is hanging by a thread. Do you think we are friends?"

It was rare for the Cloaked Ghost to say such words earnestly.All his life, he has been talking sweet words, wagging his lips to seduce people in bed, and continuing his friendship in front of others.But it seems that only at this time he sincerely wants to turn his heart out for others to see, to prove that he is also a person who can tell the truth.

Jin Wu didn't appreciate it, he just sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "What kind of favor can Li Gui have? The word 'friend' is not something that one person can count on when he recognizes it."

"Yes, yes. So I am relieved to hear you say that."

Yan Jiubian nodded repeatedly and frowned, feeling a little sad in his heart, but with a pleasant smile on his face.Finally, he made up his mind and said:

"Because what I'm going to do to you next shouldn't be done by a friend."