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The little prince was very gracious and gestured casually, but Sudan looked a little frightened. With this prince's temperament, no matter how good-tempered his authority was challenged in public, he might not be able to stay calm, and he didn't know what happened between the two of them. Seeing the little prince getting up slowly to leave, he quickly apologized:

"My lord, my junior brother is a bit stubborn, but my nature is not bad, it is definitely not disrespectful to you on purpose... Please don't blame him, my lord."

The little prince smiled:

"Is this son such a cruel and rude person in your eyes?"

Sudan said solemnly: "Absolutely not, Mr. Zhai is kind-hearted, benevolent and righteous."

The little prince accepted his pursuit with satisfaction: "That's natural, but..." Turning the subject, the little prince said flatly:

"My son is more or less a relative of the emperor. If he doesn't care about his face when he is refuted by others, I am afraid that everyone will come forward to disrespect me. What's more, he is challenging the imperial power."

These words are a bit serious, Sudan tentatively asked: "From what you see?"

The little prince is tall and tall, and smiled maliciously: "I am a little tired of being stuck here these days. I heard that Wushenghai is the best in Penglian. If there are beauties to go boating with me, I think it will be the best in the world." It's a great pleasure, I just haven't seen Young Master Yungui for a while, Brother Su thinks, will he like it?"

Seeing the smile on his lips but the sharpness in his eyes, Sudan could only bow his head: "Naturally."

Satisfied, the little prince looked at Xie Bored and followed him unhurriedly: "Mr. Xie, why don't you come together? There are so many people."

There was no sincerity in his words, Xie Wuwu naturally knew, so he raised his lips and smiled:

"My lord is polite, but I still have some things to deal with tomorrow, and I'm afraid I will disappoint my lord's kindness."

But on the Luoweicheng side, he followed Fang Jinzhou all the way to the small courtyard before stopping, and was venting his anger at a tree. Luoweicheng suppressed the embarrassment in his heart, and smiled warmly:

"What's going on here?"

Fang Jinzhou paused when he heard his voice, turned his head to look elsewhere, and said in a muffled voice:

"fine."

Luo Weicheng thought for a while and probed: "What did the prince say to you that day?"

Unexpectedly, at the mention of this name, Fang Jinzhou suddenly turned his head, his expression fierce:

"Why did you mention him!"

He has always been gentle towards Luo Weicheng, like a loyal big dog. This is the first time he has spoken sharply towards him. Always please yourself.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Fang Jinzhou also knew that his attitude was wrong just now, so he turned around and said softly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just that he..."

Luo Weicheng raised his head and smiled, and said lightly: "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, let it go, you want to go to my place? The peach blossom wine you buried under the tree before is almost ready to be opened."

Fang Jinzhou nodded nah: "Well, good."

Luo Weicheng smiled faintly, the early spring breeze gently fluttered the broken hair on his temples, and the smile spread flat in the sun was also light and shallow, like a thin layer of mist, which would disperse when the wind blows .

Fang Jinzhou panicked and raised his hand to grab his hand. When he saw Luo Weicheng's surprised face, he realized what he had done. The words of the little prince suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and changed the subject in a panic:

"It's a bit cold today!"

Looking at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, Luo Weicheng nodded silently.

Walking through the nine-turn corridor and passing a small courtyard, Fang Jinzhou suddenly stopped at a corner, pulled Luo Weicheng back two steps and stopped, and a moment later came the sound of rustling footsteps around the corner.

The approaching person walked very lightly, as if deliberately lowering his sense of presence. Fang Jinzhou frowned, not like the disciples of Zongjianmen who were so cautious. The positions of the people on both sides were staggered by a circular arch. You can't see the person on the other side.

The two probably didn't expect that there would be someone else, so they started talking in a low voice:

"How about it?"

"could not find it."

There was another silence, and one person sighed in embarrassment:

"The scope given by the prince is too large. I don't know if it is a man or a woman. I only know that it is a painting. How can I find it?"

"Stop complaining, there's no deadline anyway, just look for it slowly."

"Ah."

After the person left, Fang Jinzhou frowned and said, "What the hell is that guy doing?"

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's go... Weicheng... Weicheng? Weicheng?"

"Ah?" Luo Weicheng was startled suddenly, seeing Fang Jinzhou wrinkled and not looking at himself:

"Are you OK?"

Luo Weicheng forced a smile: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

Fang Jinzhou said: "I didn't agree to tell you, did you not sleep well recently? Why are you in a trance?"

Luo Weicheng shook his head: "No, just thought of something, let's go."

"Well, you must tell me if you have something to do."

"Ok, I will."

painting?

What painting?

Almost as soon as he heard this word, Luo Weicheng thought of the painting in his home uncontrollably, could it be him?

The spring breeze is born, the spring forest is flourishing, the spring breeze is flying in the air with beautiful wings, the playful tail is dragged very long, dragging out a piece of green grass, the sun at noon misses the sparse branches like fish Falling on the body, the stars blinked.

Suspicions and flames also gradually came to life, Fang Jinzhou took a picture of the clay, and the strong aroma of wine rushed over his face. He raised his head and took a sip of good wine, then filled the wine glass covered with ice cracks, and handed it to Luo Wei city.

The fragrance of flowers accompanied by the fermentation of alcohol is extremely intoxicating, Luo Weicheng's tongue is hot, and he grasps the temptation to the intensity of family chat:

"Speaking of which, why does the prince live in the Zongjian Gate?"

Perhaps because of the pleasant aroma of the wine, Fang Jinzhou's expression did not resist so much, and he pursed his mouth angrily:

"Who knows what he said, he was assassinated by thieves and wanted to seek the protection of our Zongjian Sect, but I think he always goes to the courtyard of the senior brother, probably for Yungui, he is really shameless."

Luo Weicheng heard the words and spoke hurriedly: "You said he likes Yungui?"

Fang Jinzhou's reaction was particularly strong: "How is it possible! He is a man!"

There was still a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, and his expression was extremely resistant. There was a bit of inexplicable panic and helplessness in that resistance.

This is not the Fang Jinzhou that Luo Weicheng is familiar with. He has an unruly personality and is fearless. His nerves that are as thick as a moat stir up all the subtle emotional fluctuations into a puddle of muddy water. He may be at a loss, but he will never be afraid.

Those tentative schemes were suddenly defeated by this expression. Fang Jinzhou had a special person in his heart. Luo Weicheng suddenly didn't understand whether Fang Jinzhou couldn't accept men or he had someone else in his heart, which one made him more unwilling.

He was almost aggressive: "Do you care?"

Fang Jinzhou was at a loss: "What?"

"Do you care that he likes men?"

Fang Jinzhou said dryly: "I...I don't care, it's just...of course men like women, and whoever likes men is not sick."

But...he might really be sick.

Fang Jinzhou thought to himself, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Luo Weicheng looking over. There seemed to be a sea of ​​clouds churning, with unknown impurities floating there, until it gradually calmed down.

He smiled lightly: "That's right, it's not that I'm sick."

……

The little prince said that it was urgent to go boating. Due to the situation, the Sudan had no choice but to listen to the pile of requirements and write them down in the notebook, but then turned around and faced the most difficult problem.

How to get the clouds together?

It is well known that Yungui has always been honest with the little prince, and his senior brother avoided the young prince as much as he could, and always felt that he had nothing to do with this trip other than scolding, and the third junior brother had killed himself.

At the corner of Luo Jin's house, there is a courtyard with ventilation on all sides, and a laurel is planted. The laurel is old, with rings and rings. It grows very large, and it blooms very rarely. So how many small yellow pistils have not yet been smelled. When the fragrance is out of season, it falls again.

Unexpectedly, this month after the new year blooms very well. There is a golden piece in the gap between the green leaves, and the fragrance can be smelled from a distance. When Sudan passed by, he saw Yungui standing under the tree, dragging a big broom, this kind of broom They were all tied at home, thicker and bigger than those sold in the market, almost as tall as others, Yun Gui's body seemed to be unable to be dragged.

After taking a closer look, he found a plain blue oil-paper umbrella hanging on the laurel tree. Yungui probably didn't see him, so he swept the tree with a broom, and fine yellow flowers rustled on the umbrella. With a few leaves.

The Sultan probably knew what he was about to do.

Just looking at his broom, I felt a cold sweat for Luo Jin's stomach. This broom is for sweeping the floor, maybe even sweeping bird droppings or something, this master is really not picky.

only……

Looking at Yungui, he always felt that something was different.

Yun Gui was still carrying the broom hard to sweep the trees. The broom was supposed to be quite heavy. After sweeping for a while, he stopped to rest, looked at the sun above his head, and frowned somewhat dissatisfied.

Sudan looked at it for a while, and finally understood what was different. This man finally had some secular air about him.

This feeling sounds absurd and absurd, but it is true. The previous Yungui looked beautiful and gloomy, but that beauty and gloomy seemed illusory. He was like a passer-by in the world, with appearance and emotion It's like they were forcibly given to him, and when he completes his mission, those things will be taken away, it's no different.

His appearance is outstanding, but vain, like a layer of beautiful and delicate painted skin, amazing, but can't feel the unique reality.

But now he seemed to be boned by someone, and the painted skin finally stood up, and only then did he feel flesh and blood.

Luo Jin didn't know when he came, so he casually leaned against the wall and greeted him, and waited for Yun Gui to scan for a while before walking over and saying:

"Yungui, it's almost there."

Yun Gui heard his voice, turned his head and smiled at him:

"Luo Jin! Luo Jin, I can make you an osmanthus cake tonight!"

Luo Jin nodded, took the broom and put it aside, and helped Yungui pick out the sundries in the umbrella. The strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus permeated the entire yard.

"what can I do for you?"

Luo Jin looked at the rare embarrassment on Sudan's face, and was quite curious. Sudan avoided Yun Gui and quietly took care of the matter from the beginning, and the point was to throw the blame on Fang Jinzhou.

After hearing this, Luo Jin sneered:

"So you are going to throw Yungui out?"

Su Dan said: "Senior brother, although the young prince has an absurd temper, most of them are just talking about taking advantage of it. In fact, it is not that bad."

Luo Jin didn't back down: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, but you are now speaking for him."

Su Su didn't change his face: "Junior brother is just talking about things. Besides, I will be at the table at the time, so nothing will happen. Peng Lian is not as open as Fu Sang about these things... Even if he teases a few words, he will be serious on the surface." dare not do anything."

Luo Jin didn't believe his nonsense at all, and whispered: "Several disciples have come to me these days. He is such a licentious person, his reputation has long been ruined, and he doesn't care about the eyes of others. Besides, he will leave when he has had enough fun. What can you do to him, how do you want Yungui to deal with himself."

Su Dan didn't expect Luo Jin to be so angry. Thinking of the master's reputation, he felt that he was underestimated. Compared with this young prince, Zongjianmen couldn't help but underestimate Yungui, just to protect Fang Jinzhou, after all After all, he is not a disciple of the sect, so the choice is naturally a bit biased.

The dispute between the two caught Yun Gui's attention, and Luo Jin turned his head and said softly:

"Isn't it about making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes? First take the sweet-scented osmanthus and wash them and dry them in the sun."

Yun Gui nodded obediently, and walked to the next door with the handle of the umbrella. Seeing him leave, Luo Jin said:

"Usually the other juniors and younger sisters don't say anything to Yun Gui if he doesn't deal with me. After all, Yun Gui has a bad temper. It's normal that you don't like him. Who spread the rumors about Yun Gui during the plague last time? A disciple in the sect, right? When I knew it, it had already become a fact. There is no way to do it. Look at the attitude of the people in the city towards him now. Now that you have caused trouble again, you still want him to help you. What is your identity? The other brothers and sisters are petty, and you are also like this?"

Sudan understands that what he said is the truth, and he dislikes many disciples of Yunguimen. He has a stern temper, and there is always a bit of malice hidden in the straight eyes when he looks at people, and he doesn't communicate with him. , following the senior brother all day long, plus protecting the junior junior sister, many disciples in the sect have a bad attitude towards him.

However, Yun Gui was also not humble, and his attitude towards him was not good, and his own attitude was even worse. No one can blame anyone, but even though Yun Gui helped everyone last time, they all knew that telling the story would make the public feel uncomfortable. I was dissatisfied with the Zongjian Sect, so when I learned that the disciples of the sect had let out their voices, I only gave a few words of warning verbally, and didn't care too much.

This time between Yungui and Fang Jinzhou, he naturally thought of Yungui, but now that he wanted to come to Yungui, he didn't have any reason to help, besides, the little prince's reputation has been ridiculous for a long time, but he was confused by the past few days of getting along, and he really thought that It was just a few superficial provocations, but now that he thought about it, if he really disregarded his reputation and spread some gossip, it would be difficult for Yun Gui to deal with himself.

"Then senior brother, how do you choose now?"

Luo Jin sighed, and finally said: "I will go and tell Yun Gui that this is the last time."