win the tripod

Almost all the leaves on the towering trees outside the window fell overnight.

Beigong Qiyi lay flat on the bed, and seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of the man, he slowly closed his eyes, the man's dark green robe, dark green eyes were so deeply and clearly imprinted In my mind, I don't want to forget, and I can't forget.

Beigong Qiyi stretched out her hand to the side, just like when Beigong Juechen was there, however, what she touched was only the intangible and invisible air, Beigong Qiyi suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was empty and quiet, and he was the only one lying on the bed.

"Juechenju" with three big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes came into Beigong Juechen's eyes. Qi Yong stood behind him and said with a smile, "This is the garden I built specially for you." Beigong Juechen said indifferently. Glancing at him, he walked in with no expression on his face, Qi Yong lowered his head and smiled, and followed closely behind.

The scenes and objects of "Jiechenju" are very similar to "Lizhuang", but Beigong Juechen was unmoved. He went straight to the more remote one of the only two rooms in the courtyard, and was thrown away vigorously. The closed door almost touched the tip of his nose, Qi Yong pushed the door open with his mouth and entered, the room was still empty with only a cabinet, a table and a big bed.

The bed curtain, brocade quilt and double pillows are still bright red like a wedding room, no different from the last time when Beigong Juechen was brought by Qi Yong, Beigong Juechen frowned, pointed at the things on the bed and whispered Said: "Replace these things."

Qi Yong leaned over and lightly touched the mandarin duck embroidered pillow, as if he was stroking his lover's long satin-like hair, "Why do you change such a beautiful thing?" Bei Gongjuechen snorted coldly: "There are so many beautiful things in the world. It's impossible to like everything, and it just so happens that these are the things I don't like."

Qi Yong straightened up, Beigong Juechen was standing beside him, he could see the man's white jade-like neck covered with dense marks all over the neck, stretching all the way to the collar, Qi Yong I can already imagine what kind of scene that people love and hate on the man's body covered by clothes.

Qi Yong took a deep breath, and he straightened Bei Gong Jue Chen's slightly disheveled long hair. The two of them were about the same height, and the distance was quite close. Qi Yong could see the man's thin, moderate and beautifully shaped lips when he lowered his eyes. Small scars, those obviously bitten by someone.

Qi Yongying narrowed his eyes with determination, and the hand holding Beigong Juechen's hair subconsciously tightened, but the next moment, he relaxed his grip, "Since you don't like it, I'll have someone replace these things." " Gently caressing the hair that was wrinkled by himself just now, Qi Yong smiled lightly.

He pinched Beigong Juechen's sharp jaw. The man looked calm, and there was no extra emotion in his dark green eyes. Qi Yong sighed, "I always wanted you, but I didn't want to destroy you, but I never thought , there are people who are more ruthless and decisive than me, but I am only a step behind him. You and the Beigong family can imagine their appearance, but the blood of the Beigong family is still not flowing through your body, and he is just your name. Brother, how could you let him go so easily?"

Qi Yong let go of him, and slowly took two steps back, "Juechen, Beigong Qiyi is indeed the true successor of the Beigong clan."

Beigong Juechen sneered and said: "Who said that I would let him go easily? Everything I suffered that day will be returned to him a thousand times. Same!"

Although it is winter, the flowers in the flower garden are still flourishing.

The tea leaves in the apricot-yellow tea soup in the teapot stood upright like silver needles. After several times of flying, they reunited and stood at the bottom of the cup. Ximo put the lid on the tea, and said with a light smile, "Have you got it?" Qi Yong stood by the flowerbed , trimmed the withered flowers and leaves, and said with a smile: "Naturally."

Poured a cup of tea for himself, Xi Mo blew on the hot air and said lightly: "Usually you take care of this flower garden by yourself?" After subtracting a withered flower, Qi Yong said with a low smile: "Of course not, but today's I'm in a good mood, and I want to do it myself." Xi Mo took a sip of tea and said with a sneer, "You are in a good mood, but some people are in a bad mood."

Putting down the scissors in his hand, Qi Yong went to sit opposite Xi Mo, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't Beigong Qiyi say anything?" Xi Mo put down his teacup, half-closed his eyes, "He is very calm, as calm as if he had just woken up early." It's as if I expected Beigong Juechen to leave, and..."

"And what?" Qi Yong asked while pouring tea, Xi Mo frowned, and said in a low voice: "And he seems to have known my identity a long time ago, but he didn't expose me, and kept me by his side. "Qi Yong raised his eyes and glanced at him, then laughed and said: "If he doesn't know your identity, then he is not Beigong Qiyi."

He drank a cup of tea in a leisurely manner, before he said indifferently: "How many people in the world do you think can make Beigong Juechen fall? Not only did Beigong Qiyi do it, but he also did it very well." pretty."

"Since he knows my identity, he will also know what I will do, so why does he keep me?" Xi Mo asked puzzledly, Qi Yong closed his eyes, and looked at the man not far away with a deep expression. The room was silent for a while before he said in a deep voice: "Maybe he had planned it long ago, maybe what we did this time was a wrong thing."

The shaking wooden chair made a "creak, creak" sound.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated the young boy's thin figure with a layer of orange fire. Beigong Qiyi lay on the rocking chair with her eyes closed. The light in the room was very dark, and he did not turn on the lamp.

There was a series of very light footsteps on the newly replaced wooden steps. Although very light, it was clear enough for the boy who was asleep. Beigong Qiyi slowly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes seemed to be burning with flames. generally.

A man in brown clothes walked over quickly. Beigong Qiyi was lying on the rocking chair without moving. He tilted his head and watched the last rays of the setting sun fade away, and suddenly asked: "Have you received any interesting business in the pavilion recently?" .”

Mu Ming glanced at the young man's graceful but slightly lonely side face at the moment, frowned and said, "Is the master in a bad mood?" Beigong Qiyi gently rocked the rocking chair, and he slowly looked back at his toes, With a wry smile, "Even you can tell that I'm in a bad mood. I'm really in a bad mood."

Mu Huan pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Is it related to the owner of Beigong?" The white jade-like fingers gently stroked the scarlet jade pendant on his waist, and Beigong Qiyi sighed softly, " And only him."

He is the only person in this world who can touch my heart so much.

The wooden rocking chair swayed and made another "creak, creak" sound. The boy lying on the rocking chair slowly closed his eyes. The robes of the beloved.

It was so tight, as if it was about to tear him apart.

Mu Ming's eyebrows frowned even tighter. He looked at Beigong Qiyi, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and said: "Master, this subordinate just heard some news." Beigong Qiyi closed her eyes and said lightly: "what news?"

"I don't know where the Liu family got the news from seeking revenge, and found the owner of Beigong..." Mu Ming said with downcast eyes, Beigong Qiyi suddenly opened his eyes, he sat up, wooden The rocking chair made an extremely loud "squeak" sound, "Then how is he doing now?" No one knows better than him what is the current physical condition of Beigong Juechen. , he went too far the night before...

Men may even have difficulty walking!

The rocking chair stopped, and the room became silent for a moment. Feeling the anger of the young man, Mu Ming lowered his head, "Reporting to Master, Master Beigong was rescued by Qi Yong."

"Pa-ta", the armrest of the rocking chair broke and fell to the ground, Beigong Qiyi squinted her eyes and said in a deep voice: "Qi Yong... was found by him first..." For Qi Yong, Beigong Qiyi felt more jealous than hatred, Qi Yong was the first person to touch a man's whole body, he was a person strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Beigong Juechen.

When mentioning Beigong Juechen in martial arts, the first thing most people think of is Qi Yong, not him, the young owner of "Li Village", Beigong Juechen's younger brother—— Beigong Qiyi!

The young man slowly lay back on the rocking chair. At this time, the light in the room was even darker, and the secret channel could no longer clearly see Beigong Qiyi's face. Love, that kind of love, is the most real, deep and even distorted love that goes through the bones and intestines.

Mu Ming lowered his head as if frightened, and Beigong Qiyi caressed the broken part of the armrest of the rocking chair. Fine pieces of wood slag pierced his fingers, and blood beads slowly oozed out However, Beigong Qiyi didn't care, he closed his eyes again, and said with a low smile: "Sorrowful for his misfortune, angry for his indisputability, Mu Ming, since my good master is so tolerant and beautiful, then you can help him a handful."

"Huh?" Mu Huan looked at the young man suspiciously, and the hand that was still leaking blood was flicking up and down casually, and Beigong Qiyi said in a deep voice: "I let him out of the village, not because I want to take advantage of others. "He turned his head to face Mu Min, and slowly opened his eyes, "Brother also wants to get rid of the Gu..." After staring at those pitch-black phoenix eyes for a moment, Mu Min withdrew his eyes heavily Nodded, "The subordinate understands."

Beigong Qiyi turned her head and closed her eyes and was lying on the rocking chair, and said softly: "It's okay, you go down first." The rocking chair creaked again, and Mu Min took a look at Beigong Qiyi, and moved softly back down.

It was completely dark in the room, and the young man closed his eyes calmly, as if he was having another beautiful dream.

A candle lamp was lit in the dark room, and the boy lay quietly on the rocking chair. The blood stains on the five fingers of his left hand had dried up, and the rocking chair started to shake slightly.

The young man licked off the blood stains on his five fingers, curled up his lips and smiled slowly.

Brother, when you come back, your body and mind will be mine...

The author has something to say: What kind of bad idea does the little pervert come up with~