Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Zhong Ying was a little surprised. He glanced outside the courtyard, and then returned to the flower stand. His lips parted slightly, but he didn't make a sound: Why didn't you catch me?

This question was straightforward and a bit silly, but Zhong Ying didn't get a response.

After making a silence gesture, Shuying-jun withdrew his hand, propped himself up, and seemed to be planning to leave.

"Wait!" Zhong Ying's heart moved, and he sent a voice transmission directly, "You broke into the academy and were discovered?"

The wisteria flowers were blowing in the night wind, and the fragrance of the flowers was light, which slightly covered up the smell of blood. However, the monk's five senses were keen, and if Pei Wenliu entered the yard, he would still be able to detect the smell of blood.

A deep and hoarse voice came to Zhong Ying's ears: "It has nothing to do with you."

Zhong Ying bent his peach blossom eyes and continued to transmit the voice: "If you go out now, you will be discovered in a short time, and if you stay here, I can cover you."

Turning his head, Zhong Ying looked out of the yard and complained in an impatient tone: "Master, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night? I have to participate in the trial during the day, aren't you disturbing my rest?"

Pei Wenliu smiled embarrassedly: "I have something to do with you two."

Zhong Ying said bluntly: "Say something quickly."

"Let me come in first, master?" Pei Wenliu poked the void with his hand. The No. [-] courtyard of the C word has set up a guard formation. Even if he wants to force his way in, it will take a lot of effort. Agreed, let's go in generously.

However, the owner of the yard is a stalker, Zhong Ying sneered: "Don't let it go, it's late at night, sneaking around, Master, you are very suspicious!"

Pei Wenliu raised his forehead: "Where is the surprise? I'll tell him."

If you can't make sense with Zhong Ying, then find someone who can.In Pei Wenliu's heart, the little prince of Chongming Kingdom is a good student who understands etiquette.

"He's soaking in cold water..."

"cold water?"

"It's not because of the alchemy trial..."

While chatting with Mrs. Pei, Zhong Ying communicated with Lord Shuying: "Mr. Shuying, do you still remember the Qi family in Fufeng City? You once saved my life in Fufeng City."

After saying that, Zhong Ying pointed to his face.

"..."

There was no response, and Zhong Ying was not angry, but just asked briskly, "Don't you remember?"

The matter of the Qi family was depressing and disgusting to him when he was a teenager, but it seemed insignificant to the master of the evening palace, and Shuying Jun should not remember it.

Zhong Ying smiled with a smile on his face, showing his small canine teeth: "If you don't remember, don't remember, as long as I remember."

I remember the person who destroyed the Qi family and carried him off the blood altar, that was the most coquettish blood plum blossom he had ever seen on a snowy night in midwinter.

"I said at the time that today's kindness will be repaid tomorrow." Zhong Ying stood up with his hands on the stone bench, his eyes shining brightly, "So, I will definitely not betray you tonight."

Most of the cakes and spirit fruits were placed on the mat, and there were several jars of wine beside it. After kicking over several fruit and pastry plates, Zhong Ying picked up the wine jug, poured the wine on himself, and sprinkled some wine around .

The smell of wine instantly covered the smell of blood, mixed with the scent of wisteria flowers, making people slightly drunk.

Shu Yingjun's cultivation base is unfathomable, and the secret method of concealment is also profound. If Zhong Ying's spiritual sense was not strong and Shu Ying Jun was seriously injured, it would be difficult to find him with Zhong Ying's cultivation base in his youth.

The trouble is the faint smell of blood in the air.

It's too late to use the technique to remove the bloody smell. When the technique is used, it will cause fluctuations in the spiritual energy, which will make Pei Wenliu feel that something is wrong.

After all, monks are the most sensitive to aura.

In contrast, using this stupid method is more likely to fool the past.

Holding half a pot of wine in his arms, Zhong Ying's eyes fell on Shuying Jun, and he frowned slightly.

Shuying-jun was half-hidden in the flower stand, he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, and he didn't know how much Shuying-jun was injured and where the injury was.However, in the yard now, only the flower stand still has a trace of bloody smell...

Jun Shuying seemed to understand what Zhong Ying meant, and stretched out his hand.

Under the narrow vermilion sleeves, the fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints.The moonlight passed through the lush branches and leaves, and the stars fell on the red clothes, and a beam of moonlight fell on his fingertips.

A calm voice came into my ears: "Give it to me."

"Okay~" Zhong Ying threw the jug out.

After the jug crossed an arc, Mr. Shuying firmly caught it, and the wine in the jug did not spill a single bit.

Zhong Ying stared at him closely, and saw that Jun Shuying sprinkled wine on the wound without hesitation, and the blood was smudged by the wine.

The wound was soaked in strong wine, it must have been extremely painful, but Mr. Shuying was always calm, as if he didn't know the pain at all.

When there was only one-third of the wine in the jug, Jun Shuying flicked his sleeves, and the jug was sent back to the mat by a gust of wind, and a few lavender petals fell on the lid.

——Although Mr. Shuying only said "give me", his actions told Zhong Ying: I believe in you...

Zhong Ying's eyes lit up, and he felt that Mr. Shuying was worthy of being his savior, and the person he admired, just refreshing!

Outside the yard, Pei Wenliu, who had spent a long time with Zhong Ying, sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly changed his mouth: "Forget it, it's not important, and I'll tell you the same thing tomorrow."

Pulling out a communication talisman with his fingertips, Pei Wenliu lighted up the communication talisman quietly, and sent a message: Sword Master, Zhong Ying has been making detours with me, I suspect he has been hijacked and cannot help himself.

"I won't bother you anymore." After leaving these words, Pei Wenliu turned around and wanted to leave.

After walking a few steps, the guarding formation dissipated, the door opened with a bang, and Zhong Ying's voice came: "What's the matter?"

Pei Wenliu paused, rolled his eyes, turned around and stepped into the courtyard with a lazy look: "Didn't you just say that Master and I are plotting something wrong?"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the strong scent of wine and flowers rushed over his face. Pei Wenliu looked up and saw Zhong Ying, who was half leaning on the flower stand, with Erlang's legs up.

Half of Zhong Ying's hair was loose, and he looked a little messy. He was holding a jade cup between his fingers, and the wine in the cup was rippling. On the side were wine jugs and pastry plates that had been poured down. The wine soaked a small piece of the mat.

"How did you make it look like this?" Pei Wenliu pointed at Zhong Ying and couldn't help reprimanding him.

Zhong Ying opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, the eyes were misty, with a bit of drunkenness, he said indifferently: "Let's drink and celebrate."

Erlang's legs swayed and swayed, Zhong Ying continued: "Unexpectedly, you are still soaking in cold water, and the medicine has not been cured. Master, you came here in the middle of the night and didn't say why you came. I don't doubt you. Is it strange?"

Pei Wenliu was silent.

Of course he had a reason to find No. [-] Courtyard C, he came to catch the "thief", but he couldn't make a fuss about it. If the incident of the intruder alarmed the foreign monks, the academy would be ashamed...

"Cough cough." Clearing his throat, Pei Wenliu racked his brains and started talking nonsense, "Master is looking for you. There is indeed something. Don't you think you have participated in the eight trials? I want to tell you that the next trials will be even more difficult." Difficult, don't be complacent just because you won the first test, and don't put too much pressure on yourself...replenish your energy..."

Looking at the jars of wine on the floor, Pei Wenliu said, "Don't drink in the next few days, it's a waste of time!"

Zhong Ying laughed loudly, and the laughter grew louder. He patted the stone bench beside him and said, "OK, OK, I understand."

"Master..." The peach blossom eyes were slightly hooked, and Zhong Ying started to chase the guests, "I want to rest." He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Should you leave?"

Pei Wenliu said solemnly: "Okay, I'll go first." Then he waved his sleeves, "I won't hold you accountable for drinking, but I will take away the wine."

After saying that, Pei Wenliu left, and only stepped out of the yard with his front foot, but the back foot was still in the air, and the courtyard door closed with a "wow--".

After the courtyard was clean, Zhong Ying didn't take a look at Mr. Shuying, but slowly cleaned up the scattered melons, fruits and pastries, piled up the porcelain plates and put them on the table, and then started to clean up the mats and jugs ...

During the whole process, his steps were shaky and his movements were slow, as if he was really slightly drunk.

It wasn't until he realized that Pei Wenliu had completely left No. [-] Courtyard C, that Zhong Ying's eyes regained clarity, and he threw the half-packed mat aside.

"He's gone." Zhong Ying raised his eyes, looked at the robe on the string of wisteria flowers, and said so.

Shu Yingjun straightened up, swallowed two elixirs, tore off one side of his collar, and took the medicine by himself.

During this process, Zhong Ying could only see a slender figure and crow hair woven into loose long braids.

Zhong Ying smiled and said: "This is the second time we met. You saved me once, and I helped you once. Why don't you tell me your name?"

The medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, Shuying Jun quickly bandaged the wound, pulled up the skirt of his clothes, jumped up, turned his back to the bright moon, and fell lightly on a leaf.

Slightly tilting his head, his cold eyes fell on Zhong Ying through the fluttering black veil.

Zhong Ying's eyes were fixed: "I know Shuying is not your name, I want to know your real name."

"why?"

"I want to know." Zhong Ying answered naturally.

Jun Shuying withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep and gentle voice, "Shaoshu."

"Ah?" Zhong Ying was taken aback.

Soon he realized that Jun Shuying said his name.

Shao Shu...

Recited the name silently in his heart, Zhong Ying felt that Jun Shuying's real name sounded pretty nice.Not only is it nice to hear, it's also a bit familiar. Where did I hear it?

When the picture of the Prince's Palace flashed in his mind, a voice broke Zhong Ying's thoughts.

"My dear son~" Zhong Yue's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the courtyard.

Zhong Ying: "..."

Fuck!Isn't Master Pei always unreliable in his work?Why is it so reliable this time, and even recruited cheap daddy? ? ?

Don't let daddy in!

Jun Shuying's secret technique of concealment and his little tricks can hide it from Pei Wenliu, but they can't hide it from the world's number one sword fairy.

Zhong Ying yelled out of the courtyard: "Father, don't come in!"

Zhong Yue paused, and said aggrievedly: "Son, do you despise Daddy?"

"Anyway, don't move! I'll come out right away! Come out and explain to you!"

After "pacifying" the cheap daddy, Zhong Ying said in a low voice to Jun Shuying: "You can just stay in the yard, and I will take care of everything."

The voice was inaudible, but Mr. Shuying could hear it clearly.

"Also." Zhong Ying pointed in the direction of the bedroom, "Don't go into the bedroom, don't you want to bathe in it, it seems that you won't be able to come out for a while."

After walking a few steps, Zhong Ying was a little worried, and turned back and said: "Mr. Shuying, if he finds you, just tell him that you are my friend, and don't hurt him."

"……it is good."

Zhong Yue shouted outside: "My dear son—"

Zhong Ying ran over and pushed open the courtyard door: "Here we come!" Then he closed the courtyard door smoothly without leaving a single gap.

After Zhong Ying left, Mr. Shuying raised his hand and lifted the black veil, revealing his eyes as cold as snow on the top of a mountain.