Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yinfengge is the only tea house near Huashi Chang Street.

Because many people think that the scent of flowers from the long street next door will mix with the nature of the tea, making the tea taste unauthentic.

Generally speaking, flowers should be paired with spirits, while tea should be light and elegant.

But the owner of this teahouse is doing the opposite.

Zhuge Xiao smiled, warmly and warmly, and said to Yan Wujiu who was sitting in front of him: "Because he feels that it is precisely because the aroma brought by the wind is different every moment, so even if it is the same kind of tea, every time he comes When drinking, the taste is also subtly different. In this way, each time is a unique memory that will never be reproduced. Although drinking tea here, it is actually drinking wind. Therefore, it is called Yinfeng Pavilion."

"It's interesting, the taste of tea is subtly different from other places."

While he was talking, Yan Wujiu took a sip of the nectar from the top of his hand, and handed it to the monk who looked at him calmly, as if he was empty-handed.

Zhuge Xiao's eyebrows frowned slightly, seeing that the demon monk who turned a blind eye to everything around him, obviously indifferent and withdrawn, but pretended to be ethereal and detached, drank the tea that Yan Wujiu had drunk naturally.

"This master is so familiar."

Yan Wujiu's expression was relaxed, a little lazy, as if he rarely came out to meet his friends.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes casually, and said casually in a familiar tone: "Isn't it the case you investigated before? Such a bad memory."

Zhuge Xiao was slightly stunned, with a gentle smile: "It turned out to be Master Fenlian, but I have a bad memory. Master is being polite."

The monk lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and said the Buddha's name in a calm voice: "Amitabha."

That handsome and dignified face, with the sharp browbones slightly restrained, can be said to be holy and abstinent, or it can be said to be cold and aloof.

The monk raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Zhuge Xiao lightly, his eyes were empty.

However, perhaps because he himself hated this person, Zhuge Xiao's back straightened instantly, and he intuitively felt that this person hated him too.

No, it's not as simple as just hating it.

Zhuge Xiao saw a more dangerous and icy coolness from the emptiness in his eyes at that moment.

Yan Wujiu smiled faintly, blinked his eyes, seemed to be bored: "Why, the case at the Guchan Temple, there is no progress in the six doors? How did I hear that it seems to be related to a certain lady in the palace. Dongfang What do you say?"

Yes, although Yan Wujiu already knew that Dongfang Xiao was Zhuge Xiao.Zhuge Xiao also already knew that Yan Qingdu and Feng Jianpo formed a temporary alliance, and he probably already knew his real body from Feng Jianpo, and he was already on guard against him.However, just like at this moment, the two people are still close friends, they both choose the same tacitly, pretending that they don't know what the other party has done, and they don't even know that the other party already knows what they have done.

Zhuge Xiao smiled with a good temper, his eyes were moist, like green bamboos reflecting water, like the breeze and light: "Master Feng and Mr. Xiaogao of the six doors have indeed found some new clues. However, the case is still in the investigation stage, and I don't know what to do next." Dare to speak nonsense. At the six gates, the case of the Guchan Temple's destruction of the gate, although the suspicion of Master Fenlian has not been resolved, but the truth must be found out soon. However, I don't know how to know without blame. The matter is related to the palace. About your honor?"

Yan Wujiu seemed to be smiling but not smiling, eyebrows and eyelashes drooping and raised lightly, like butterfly wings, voice lazily: "A few days ago I had something to enter the palace, and I met Xiao Gaoshen."

Zhuge Xiao didn't think that with Gao Xiaolou's temper, he would tell Yan Wujiu these things.

But he didn't expose it either, he smiled and followed the topic, sighing softly: "It's unbelievable that this matter will have something to do with Concubine Yun."

Yan Wujiu frowned, and smiled slightly: "Really? Who did Dongfang think?"

Zhuge Xiao's smile became more gentle and harmless, his eyes were clear, and he said softly: "I'm more curious, what do you think about Wugui."

Yan Wujiu's brows and eyes were lingering with a smile, his eyes were half-closed and he looked at him inattentively, his voice with a smile was soft and low, a little sweet like honey: "They say you can tell what other people are thinking just by looking at it, it's not as good as you Come and see me, tell me if you are right or not."

This is almost speaking to "Zhuge Xiao", not the mask of Mr. Dongfang Xiao.

Zhuge Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled warmly and harmlessly, as if he didn't hear his words of righteousness.Just flicking the fingers holding the teacup lightly.His fingers are slender and strong, and one can tell at a glance that this is the hand of a literati who is very dexterous, intelligent, and good at writing.

That hand lightly dipped in the tea, and wrote "Xu" in cursive script on the table.

Moreover, the word is facing Yan Wujiu's side.

Yan Wujiu closed his eyes and smiled, but when he raised his eyes, the smile was blown away by the wind.

"How could I doubt the lord? Everyone in the world knows that Wu Jiu met the lord when he was a child, and we are both proud."

Zhuge Xiao was slightly surprised, his smile faded, his brows and eyes were warm and considerate, with a kind of tolerance and understanding, he said slowly: "I have heard about it too, but the world is unpredictable. Waiting for leisure to change people's hearts, how can we change our minds?" Is the heart of the old Taoist easy to change? After all, Wu Jiu is now the commander of the Forbidden Army Vermilion Bird Guard, who eats the king's salary, so he should share his worries. If the prince does something wrong, how can he watch him go further and further wrong."

Yan Wujiu looked at him quietly, then smiled suddenly, the smile was gorgeous and gorgeous, the eyebrows and eyes were curved, the waves in the eyes were like clouds and mist, beautiful and ignorant, dark and dangerous.

The width of his smile is not too big, it is quiet, and a three-point smile makes people dazzled by twelve points.

Only the corners of the eyes are arrogant and sharp.

Zhuge Xiao also smiled, but his smile seemed to be lost in his eyes, and he just smiled quietly and gently at that person without blinking.

Yan Wujiu smiled so gorgeously and contemptuously, blinked slowly, and said dispensably: "That's right."

These words, even if they listened to the whole process, they may not understand what they are talking about.

However, Zhuge Xiao and Yan Wujiu looked at each other and smiled, knowing each other well.

This is certainly not a party and play where we wear masks and maintain a plastic friendship.Instead, the two villains who knew each other's details pretended not to know each other, tested each other's next intentions, and sought to reach a cooperation deal.

Yan Wujiu pointed out his identity and asked "Zhuge Xiao" to guess what he was thinking, that was asking what Zhuge Xiao wanted to do.

Zhuge Xiao pointed directly at Xu Wang, of course he didn't really think that Yan Wujiu doubted Xu Wang, nor was he really guessing Yan Wujiu's intention, but to show his own tendency.

Yan Wujiu understood, and understood that Zhuge Xiao's choice to deal with Xu Wang was consistent with his own position, that is, they could cooperate and trade.

Therefore, he also expressed his own tendency.

Although the teahouse was a little more elegant and clean than the restaurant, it was under the watchful eyes of the public. The two of them just spoke contemptuously and smiled, and decided in a few words to get King Xu out of this chaotic situation first.

Of course, neither of them really trusted the other completely.

At least Yan Wujiu didn't believe that a person like Zhuge Xiao would honestly do nothing.

But one thing is at least certain, Zhuge Xiao chose to help the Cui family.

Yan Wujiu smiled brilliantly but silently, the dazzling brilliance of the eyes was like the shadow under the scorching sun in midsummer, he felt dark and gloomy, and said contemptuously: "The new head of the Cui family is called Cui Xuan, right?" ?”

Zhuge Xiao was a little surprised when he mentioned this person, and nodded slightly: "It seems so. Wugui knew him?"

Yan Wujiu's smile became more and more brilliant, his brows and eyes curved like moon bays: "Ah, he is a very interesting person."

It was the first time Zhuge Xiao saw him smiling so freely, like a flower under the scorching sun, quiet and brilliant.The gorgeous color like a feast will suddenly be wiped out no matter how exhausted it is.The sharpness and darkness at the ends of the eyes and brows, like the blade ending under the blossoming brocade, is sweet.

Generally, the brighter the color of the flower, the more you have to appreciate it when the storm is approaching, and the more colorful it is in the darkness.

Only pure white and flawless flowers are more suitable for the clear sky and tyrannical sun in midsummer. The starry white is dazzling, bright and radiant, which can surpass the sun and the moon.

In Zhuge Xiao's eyes, Yan Wujiu is a sea of ​​pure white and flawless flowers like moonlight and stars, the most evil yet the most beautiful, dark and gorgeous.

As he watched, the turmoil in his mind was gone, only the quiet and boundless joy remained.

Just looking at him and smiling is like guarding a sea of ​​flowers, seeing the sunset and the moon rising, the vicissitudes of life...

"It's over, let's go."

The plain white monk's robe was tinged with blue, and the movement of putting down the teacup on the table was very large. The sleeves of the monk's robe and his sideways position formed an invisible barrier between Zhuge Xiao and Yan Wujiu, and Yan Wujiu Wugui was cut off from Zhuge Xiao's world.

The gentle and ignorant smile on Zhuge Xiao's face was still there, but the pure hazy reverie in his eyes was broken.Returning to the eyes ruled by rationality, the pupils are as warm and clear as before, but only then can people see that they are still waters and coolness under the floating light and shadow.

Only Fen Lian saw the coldness in Zhuge Xiao's eyes, but Fen Lian didn't care.What's more, in the glance that casually glanced at him, there was a coldness that was the same as that of him.

This coldness has existed since the moment Zhuge Xiao appeared here.Speaking of which, if you want to be angry, you should also be angry with Mr. Fen Lian.

Yan Wujiu, who was laughing wantonly and wildly, quietly and gloomyly, beautifully and evilly, was held by Fen Lian to leave the seat, lazy but obedient, and very cooperative got up and left.

He didn't look back, but tilted his head slightly and blinked his eyes at the monk who was pulling him. The smile on his face didn't disappear, and it became more gorgeous because of a little more frivolity.

Those who have never seen Yan Qing laughing will never be able to imagine that that noble face with a natural cold face and arrogance, the smile is not wide, how can it dazzle people's eyes and hearts?

Even after seeing it, Gu Yuexi, who was always cold and indifferent, couldn't figure out the answer to this question, maybe it was because that person's smile was not directed at him.

However, the person Yan Wujiu looked at with a smile couldn't answer either.

Fen Lian didn't walk fast, and Yan Wujiu, who was dragged away by him, would not feel uncomfortable no matter how slow his pace was.

Yan Wujiu looked down at him holding his hand, smiled, and leaned lazily on him.

Just like the karmic obstacles on the ascetic monk, the illusions born from the demons are as gorgeous and gorgeous.

It is reminiscent of those tales of ghosts and ghosts. The holy monk killed the demon, was haunted by the curse, and turned into a demon to confuse him all the time, eroding and shaking his Buddha heart and practice.

If not, how could there be such a soul-stirring beauty in the mortal world?

"Saint Monk? Angry?"

The monk's eyes were clear and serene, his mind kept one, without dirt or thoughts, and he said softly: "No."

"I don't believe it." The weight that leaned on his shoulder and told him to carry it, said lazily and viciously, "Even if I laugh with others, the holy monk is not jealous anymore?"

The monk closed his eyes, his brows and eyes were empty, all four things were empty, and he had no desires or desires, and said softly: "I am not angry with you."

The man who smiled as beautifully as a monster, chuckled softly: "That's why I'm angry with that person."

This time, the monk did not speak, his brows were restrained, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the lines of his brow bones became clearer.

"Duplicate Lianlian." Honey's sweet and bad voice taunted him, and the next sentence suddenly turned into domineering, "However, I just want to see you angry. You haven't told me that you like me these days, and you haven't taken the initiative to come to me When I kissed you, you didn't take the initiative. What were you thinking? You should really ask that magic machine to see you. How about we go back and find him again..."

"No." The monk's voice was restrained, and his cold voice felt warm even at this time, "That person is not a good person."

"But I'm not a nice person either."

The man rested his chin on his shoulder, and when he was speaking, his shoulders were itchy due to the slight vibration, but the monk didn't dare to move at all, like being perched on a branch by a bird, lest he make a slight movement, so that the man would discover the truth, It was about to fly away.

The monk's eyes were empty, full of long and quiet tenderness, and he said softly: "Wu Jiu is very good. Wu Jiu is the best person in the world."

This serious and focused silly talk made the man laugh, and he said nastyly, "Really? But you are the worst monk in the world. The six organs are not clean, and you spit out lies and duplicity."

The monk looked ahead, Baoxiang's solemn, desireless face was calm and gentle, only his eyes were empty, like a tidal flat about to fall.

"Yeah." He responded gently to that person.

Mi Tian laughed and sighed in a contemptuous voice: "But Lian Lian is obedient and good-looking, so whether they are good or bad, Wu Jiu only likes Lian Lian."

The monk paused for a moment, his eyes lost his focus, his adam's apple twitched slightly, and the gentleness on his face was like the rainwater overflowing from the north.

For a moment, gently, it seemed to be ruthless and desireless, like the only time in a lifetime to be sober.

"Me too, only like you."

That was August 22 in the old calendar.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

The fox and Jiujiu face each other wearing masks.

Jiujiu: Guess what I'm thinking.

Fox: I guess you want to bully King Xu.

Jiujiu: Hey, why would I think so?

Fox: It doesn't matter, everyone wants to vote him out first.

Jiujiu: Well, I will vote with the fox too.

Fox: Ah, I am so happy that I have hallucinations, Jiujiu is so cute, I think...

The vicious dog pseudo-Satsuma who accompanied him swept his tail and endured to the extreme.

The vicious dog Pseudo-Satsuma stood up, swept away the fox with its tail, picked up Jiujiu and left.

Jiujiu: Angry?

Pseudo-Satsuma the Dog: I will never be angry with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu: cute, I always like Satsuma~

Pseudo-Satsuma dog: Woo~