Jianghuke

Jiang Wuzhou had a long, long dream.

In March of Yangchun that year, Yingming green willows.

At that time, Lingde Lake had not yet built a long embankment, and the lake was endless and sparkling.

He leaned against the peach tree by the bank, with an altar in his hand and drank the half-drunk plum wine, half-closed his eyes, feeling a little drunk in the warm spring sun, floating as if sitting on a cloud, still thinking about whether he should get a leaf or not. The boat went to the lake.

Suddenly someone came running in a hurry and whispered in his ear: "Young Pavilion Master, someone is causing trouble at the pier."

"Troubleshooting?" Jiang Wuzhou raised his eyelids, and said indifferently, "You want to ask me about such a trivial matter? Call it out."

"But that boy is here to find relatives."

"Looking for relatives? Who are you looking for? Adoptive father?" Jiang Wuzhou smiled, brushed off a few peach blossoms on the hem of his clothes, and picked up the wine jar. , It will be pierced with a casual poke. Go, go and have a look."

"But today this seems to be true, so, so the brothers blocked him by the pier and didn't let him board the boat."

"Oh? What's the real way?"

"He has the Flying Flower Sword Manual." The man said in a low voice, "It is said that it was given by the pavilion master as a token of love..."

Jiang Wuzhou paused slightly, turned his head, and said in surprise: "If that's the case, why do you still stop him?"

"Young Pavilion Master is so confused! The old Pavilion Master has been lingering and sick for more than three years, and seeing that he is about to... how can he make trouble at this time?!"

"Great rebellion!" Jiang Wuzhou frowned immediately, waved his sleeves and reprimanded lightly, "Don't let me hear such words again! If that boy hadn't lied, I would take him to see his adoptive father. If he is a liar——"

In the following years, in the dead of night, Jiang Wuzhou would occasionally think: What if that young man is really a liar?

It doesn't really matter.

The black-covered boat docked leisurely, and as soon as he set foot on the wet embankment, he was dazzled by several sharp and astonishing sword auras.The crushed reed flowers fluttered all over the sky, and the young man shuttled among them, his body was as light as flying flowers, and his sword was like a gust of wind and rain, his techniques were treacherous and brisk.

It's not pure flying flower swordsmanship, it also has some other moves mixed in, but it can still be seen the extraordinary talent of this young man.

A born swordsman.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, so fast that Jiang Wuzhou almost didn't realize it, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.Even if it is a small liar, he must find a way to keep him.

"What's your name?"

"Long Qinghuan." The young man stopped his move, took advantage of the opportunity to pull a beautiful sword flower, raised his eyebrows at him, and said provocatively, "You are also the helper they called for? Let's go together."

"..."

A good dream always wakes up quickly.

It was dark inside the house, except for a candle outside the curtain that flickered on and off.

Jiang Wuzhou felt that his throat was dry and sore, he tilted his head, brushed away the smoky veil hanging by his hand, and saw Cen Xi who was busy at the table at a glance.

"... Zixi, is there any water?"

"Brother Wuzhou!? You're awake!!" Cen Xi exclaimed in surprise, "Yes, I'll do it right away!"

Cen Xiaodoctor ran to the kitchen to pour a pot of hot water, and was about to go upstairs when someone stopped him.He watched helplessly as a certain villainous pavilion master took the pot of water from his hand, turned around and entered Jiang Wuzhou's room, and closed the door with a "bang".

Oh, and a guy named Feihong immediately stood by the door like a dog.

This master and servant is really hateful!

As soon as Chen Qinghuan entered the room, he saw Jiang Wuzhou who was holding the quilt in a daze.

"Are you awake?" He poured out a glass of water and handed it over, "You have been sleeping for three days and three nights."

Jiang Wuzhou looked at him silently, took the teacup, and drank it in one gulp.After a while, he suddenly said, "Why are you still here?"

Zhong Qinghuan said unexpectedly: "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"

"It's just a prisoner, don't dare." Jiang Wuzhou said coldly, "I just saw Zixi, he shouldn't be here."

"It's that kid who refuses to leave." Seeing that he was still holding the cup, Zhong Qinghuan reached out to take it away and put it aside, then sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "So I'll take the antidote first." I've got it for you. The Baiyun faction may still have some, but they have already sent someone to ask..."

"Give it to me? Why?" Jiang Wuzhou frowned, deliberately avoiding him, and moved to the wall, "Isn't my poisoning just what you want?"

"It's not me this time."

"So it was you that time before?"

Noon Qinghuan was silent, and suddenly found that the relationship between the two seemed to be hard to get back together, not to mention that there was a mysterious bird interfering in it back then, so that he didn't even have time to send out the antidote.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Wuzhou lowered his eyelids wearily, sighed softly, and said, "I don't know how the pavilion master plans to deal with me?"

Noon Qinghuan was just thinking about it, when he heard the words, he was confused for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "What should I do?"

"No one in Pingweizhou knows that I am a traitor of Feihua Pavilion. Why does the pavilion master pretend to be stupid?" Jiang Wuzhou slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the layers of bandages on his arms, and roughly gestured for a position, revealing His heart was as calm as ashes, "The two knives on the arm were left by the people of Feihua Pavilion."

"Who??" Zong Qinghuan was startled, "Do you know who it is? I clearly gave an order not to hurt you, which bastard is here to obey me?!"

Jiang Wuzhou looked at him quietly, until he felt flustered: "Wuzhou, I really..."

"You never poisoned me, nor did you treat me as a traitor, and you never let people chase me down." Jiang Wuzhou interrupted him, with sarcasm hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows, "So, all my injuries are my own fault, Asking for trouble has nothing to do with the Pavilion Master. Is it?"

Zhong Qinghuan was left speechless by the question, and felt a little aggrieved.

Although it is hard to shirk the blame, but it is not so cold-eyed... right?At least, Wu Zhou would never show his face like this before, why...

He suddenly felt that the person in front of him became strange.Tore off the gentle coat, revealing some emotions hidden underneath that he has been unwilling to face.

So indifferent, sharp, and straightforward, full of repulsion and resistance.

"You really..." He murmured, "You don't like me."

Jiang Wuzhou turned his head aside: "There is nothing particularly pleasing about you."

Noon Qinghuan became anxious for no reason: "By Lingde Lake back then, when you first saw me, you should have understood what my return meant. Why did you pretend to smile and take me to see the old pavilion master? These years have been Pretending to be obedient and good-tempered, I really don’t know how many layers of masks you put on your face, so that people can’t tell the truth from the fake.”

"Enough!" Jiang Wuzhou felt faint nausea in his stomach again, and he blocked his hand, suddenly feeling a little sad, "It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, it's up to you. I'm tired."

But Zhong Qinghuan refused to let go, and asked: "Are you truly resentful about what happened back then? Then why..."

He really wanted to ask, since you hate me and blame me, why do you seem to be so sincere in your kindness to me, so good that you are willing to fall into it?

Jiang Wuzhou would be wrong.

"Can't I complain? Shouldn't I complain??" He finally couldn't help getting angry, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he said hoarsely, "Zong Qinghuan! You're deceiving people too much! You—"

Jiang Wuzhou only felt a "buzz" in his head, his eyes blurred, and the wound on his forehead felt like it was split open. The pain made him grit his teeth, curled up on the bed, unable to speak a word.

"No day?!"

Zong Qinghuan didn't expect such a big reaction from him at all, he was at a loss what to do, and hurried to the door to find Cen Xi.

After several times of tossing, Jiang Wuzhou fell into a deep sleep again.

Cen Xi wiped off the non-existent sweat, packed up the needle pack, turned his head and glared at Zong Qinghuan: "He is injured and sick, and needs to rest. Do you understand why he rests? Let me tell you, Lord Pavilion Master, what exactly do you want?"

"I..." Zong Qinghuan really felt innocent, "I just said a few words to him."

"Two words can make you so popular, the pavilion master is really good at speaking." Cen Xi wished that this guy who caused troubles repeatedly disappeared without a trace, but unfortunately he couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only get angry, " Brother Wu Zhou treats you so well, what is he trying to do? He is not cruel enough to make you angry?"

"...I want to know too." Chu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, feeling so dazed for the first time, "I've been thinking about it for so many years, but I can't figure out why he is so nice to me."

Cen Xi opened his eyes wide.

He had never seen such a cheap and good-looking guy.

Noon Qinghuan glanced at the sleeping person behind him, dragged Cen Xi out, and said, "Come with me."

"You...what are you doing!"

"Ask you something."

The pavilion master's posture is not like asking someone, he clearly wants to eat someone, so frightened Doctor Cen almost screamed, he hugged the leg of the table tightly and refused to leave: "You, you promised Brother Wuzhou , will let me go."

"As soon as the antidote arrives, I'll let you go." Zhong Qinghuan carried him into the next room, sat down on the bed, put his legs up, and said seriously, "Do you think I'm not If it's pleasing, then it's not pleasing, but in short, it's very annoying?"

Cen Xi: "..."

Cen Xi nodded carefully.

"Then why does Wu Zhou always treat me well?"

Listen, is this speaking human language? ? ?Cen Xi suddenly missed all kinds of poisons from Chi Heting's strange and strange sects very much, so why not give it to the master of the pavilion who doesn't know what is good or bad?

After a long time, he finally said: "Brother Wu Zhou is good to you, he just wants to be good to you, why are there so many twists and turns."

Zhong Qinghuan looked at him thoughtfully for a long time, changed his sitting position, and said meaningfully: "No wonder you like him."

Dr. Cen's hair stood on end for a moment, and he began to wonder if anyone would hear him if he called for help.

Noon Qinghuan didn't really want to do anything to him, seeing him like a frightened bird, he couldn't help laughing and said: "What are you afraid of, since you saved Wu Zhou from Fang Huaiyuan, you are kind to Feihua Pavilion, so naturally I don't like it." I will embarrass you again."

Hearing this, Cen Xi boldly raised his head to look at him.I saw that those eyes that were full of indifference and impatience all the year round, unexpectedly had a hint of gentleness.

It is self-evident who this tenderness is for.But Cen Xi didn't understand even more: "I don't think the Pavilion Master looks like a heartless person, and Brother Wu Zhou is easy to talk to. Why is there such a trouble between you?"

Noon Qinghuan was slightly startled, and after a long silence, he said: "Do you know that he was adopted by the old pavilion master?"

"Oh, I know, you have fought for the position of Pavilion Master. No way, if Brother Wu Zhou cares about this matter, how could he treat you so well?"

"No, it's not." Chu Qinghuan hesitated, as if he had touched some kind of taboo, and had to force himself to recall the dusty past, "My cheap daddy was flirtatious in his early years, but later he fell ill , Adopting a foster son is just a helpless move. So... After I came back, Wu Zhou became a piece of his heart."

"...Heart disease?"

"Heart disease needs to be cured. It's a pity that at that time, Wu Zhou was already a well-known young master of Feihua Pavilion in Pingwei Prefecture." Noon Qinghuan closed his eyes, "So, that old guy ruined him."

The author says:

The pavilion master's feelings for Wu Zhou are very complicated, and the background is also very complicated... It's a bit of a stomachache to write, let's switch to the other two baby bumps in the next chapter