The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

Ye Wenyan smiled softly, "Everyone is my guest today, since we meet each other by fate, why don't you give me a noodle, and let go of the grievances of Jianghu."

Mo Qingqian snorted coldly, "Young Master Ye, Xunhuan Villa promised to help you. In addition to His Royal Highness's promise, there is another item that is to assist Xunhuan Villa to obtain white jade flowers with the help of the government. Is it still worth it?"

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "Naturally."

Mo Qingqian looked at Su Muhua, "I don't know what Master Su said?"

Su Muhua said lightly, "Yes."

Seeing his arrogant attitude, Shen Toutuo felt that his poison was seriously injured by Su Muhua, and he showed a look of hesitation on his face, "What's the intention of Master Su? You really don't think much of me."

"What I mean... Xunhuan Villa takes the white jade flower, and Chunfeng proudly enters the treasure building without interfering." Su Muhua caressed the bamboo flute in his palm, "Su was entrusted by someone back then and kept the white jade flower for a period of time. Huaiyang Waterway Ji Han used to be in charge of my building, and took advantage of my father's death to steal this thing and set up another house. Now Baiyu Fuqu is living in the rivers and lakes. If Xunhuan Villa can get it, Su has nothing to say. The last time Baiyu Fuqu appeared It was in Guiyun Village, Jinan Prefecture, where Mr. Lu died at the hands of Qianjin Yiming, the number one killer in the world. The owner of Wushiting Pavilion claimed that Qianjin Yiming had withdrawn from the Jianghu, Bai Yufu disappeared, and there is no more news about Su."

Mo Qingqian saw that he should be forthright and more willing to help each other, and he didn't want to make more powerful enemies, so he said with a smile, "Then I will thank Master Su for his success."

Su Muhua smiled and said, "Master Mo is being polite."

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Today, my second brother and I bothered the two hall masters for a glass of wine."

Everyone sat around the table, and Su Muhua didn't provoke any more. Although Shen Toutuo was not angry, he was afraid of Su Muhua's martial arts, so he didn't care too much.Ye Wenyan talked about the idea of ​​placing people from the Jianghu in the Yan army. There was a very bad-tempered landlord Su Muhua beside him, and he looked like everything was easy to negotiate.Everyone in Xunhuan Villa can bear to keep their names anonymous, and they can abide by the clear rules and precepts.

Ye Wenyan finished the discussion and said, "Since everyone agrees, why don't you follow me into the army?"

Mo Qingqian said, "I still have a group of disciples in this mountain, please give us an hour, Young Master Ye."

Ye Wenyan clasped his fists and said, "Ye is looking forward to it."

A cold light flashed, and Lu Jiuhan, who was lying on the bluestone to put the corpse on, suddenly rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and a throwing knife was nailed into the bluestone against his hair.

Ye Wenyan stopped in his tracks, "Is this person still alive?" He asked Lu Jiu coldly, "Your Excellency is probably a martial artist if he can escape my throwing knife."

Lu Jiu coldly clasped his hands in his sleeves to say goodbye.Ye Wenyan, Mo Qingqian, and Shen Toutuo teamed up, and he couldn't please him tonight, and there were still a group of children from Xunhuan Villa outside the cave.Xiao Su didn't know what was on her mind.

"Wait a minute, I saved this man, brother, let him live." Su Muhua supported Lu Jiuhan's chin with his flute, and the cold bamboo flute swept over his slightly protruding Adam's apple.The young man leaned over and looked at him condescendingly.The girdle is tied outside the large robe, which is a romantic moment worth embracing.Lu Jiuhan thought of the perfectly fitting tactile sensation of the young man's body leaning against his arms, and a tingling warmth rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Anyway, it's a human life. There's no point in killing more, so just be a slave to me." Su Muhua's subordinates used some strength, and the rough edge of the bamboo flute scratched Lu Jiuhan's neck. Do something."

Lu Jiuhan blinked vigorously at the upturned phoenix eyes, and smiled lazily at the man, "I can eat and sleep."

The bamboo flute trembled, and it was quickly retracted.

The moon is shining in the middle of the sky, shining on the simple military tent.

After Su Muhua took a bath, he untied his hairband and let his hair loose, and put on his robe to read a book of stories by the candlelight.In the storybook, there are life and death wonders, chivalry and courage.Ye Wenyan was afraid that he would be lonely on the march, so he prepared words to relieve his boredom, just like when he was a child. This kind of intention was not insincere, but it was too obvious.

Su Muhua entered the army as the owner of the Treasure Building, so naturally it is not appropriate to share the account with Ye Wenyan.Ye Wenyan had already reported that Murong Jiangli had friends from all corners of the country who came to help him, and asked them to set up several tents.There are many people in Xunhuan Villa, and there are seven tents in total, like the moon surrounded by stars.Su Muhua is at ease, eat well and sleep well.He turned the page of the book again, and heard voices from outside the tent calling, "Slave."

Before Lu Jiuhan could answer, he heard someone calling from outside the tent, "Second brother, are you going to sleep?"

Su Muhua put down the scroll in his hand, and waved to Lu Jiuleng.

Lu Jiuhan retreated to the outer tent knowingly.

Ye Wenyan stood outside the tent, the scattered starlight shining on his white clothes.Seeing Lu Jiu with a cold smile, he lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

Su Muhua looked at him under the lamp.

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "Finally, I'm done with my work. I'd like to thank my second brother today. If it wasn't for my second brother's intimidation with force, these martial arts people would not be so easy to get along with."

Su Muhua didn't speak, and continued to look at him.

Ye Wenyan continued nonchalantly, "Second brother was injured because I was poisoned by the intoxicating Huangquan, and I used my true energy today, is he all right?"

Lu Jiuhan's eyes twitched when he heard this sentence outside the tent, Xiao Su was poisoned because of this person?Su Muhua said slowly again, "Brother, I drank that glass of poisoned wine by myself. During these days in the border town, I have already figured it out. I am no longer the ignorant boy I was back then. It's like a knife. From the beginning of your acquaintance, you have had the intention of taking advantage of it. It is I who admire you, and you are not deceiving me. In fact, I... have never blamed you. "

Listening to his words coldly, Lu Jiu felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. It turned out that Xiao Su had always liked his elder brother.He committed himself to me...and me, yes, Xiao Su said that she had a romantic relationship, but it was just a word of romance.

Ye Wenyan's eyes were filled with joy. Seeing Su Muhua's hair hanging around his neck, his amber eyes were less sharp than the day, and there was a kind of softness with lowered eyebrows, which made him feel love.He lowered his body towards Su Muhua, and took the hand that was used to holding a knife in his hand.

Su Muhua's hands felt warm, with thin calluses on the fingertips, and memories of the past flooded into his heart.

Su Muhua didn't struggle.

Ye Wen said softly, "Mu Hua, I am really happy in my heart tonight. You still remember that you once gave me an inkstone, there was a poem on it, what is the most affectionate, and the oriole made three or two sounds. I didn't know that I I didn't figure it out until these few days..."

What is related to love, knowing that it is approaching calculatedly, but this heart has already grown up and flew away without knowing when it started.

Lu Jiuhan couldn't take it anymore, turned around and left.

The starlight shines on the camp, the bonfire is still burning, and the blue mountains are far away, lonely and cold.

Now that the two of them are reconciled, the drop of dew from him, Lu Jiuleng, should disappear knowingly.

Lu Jiuhan has been through the flowers all the time, how could one or two romances be put in the heart of a vagabond like him.

He raised his head to look at the stars, and suddenly wanted to drink.

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