Time flies like a white horse, fleeting, in a blink of an eye, Qian Feng has been in the Drunken Red Mansion for more than half a month, Ah Hao is really as Lu Jiu said, good food and drink for him, the only thing that makes him dissatisfied is that she will order people to teach him all kinds of things every day, and he is not allowed to ask why. It's just that he promised Lu Jiu to be obedient, he is a person who keeps his promises, and he should do what he says.

Ah Hao warned Qianfeng not to go out at night, and every night, Qianfeng's door would be locked from the outside, and he would keep to himself for the first few days, and at night he would blow the lamp and sleep. It may have been that he had eaten too many pastries this day, Qian Feng felt that his stomach was a little swollen, lying on the bed and looking at the crimson tassel above his head, he couldn't help but think of the red kite again, and he couldn't sleep anymore after tossing and turning, and he decided to go out for a walk when he was bored.

He didn't bother to comb his hair again, hastily put on a coat, put on his Su Yun shoes, and walked towards the door. Qian Feng stretched out his hand and pulled the door, but he didn't open it, he leaned in the crack of the door and looked out, and then suddenly realized that it was locked.

Qian Feng pointed his fingers together, and swiped lightly between the cracks of the door, the door lock fell in response, and when he opened the door and looked at the thing that was broken into two sections under his feet, he shook his head and sighed lightly: "The things here are really not strong." ”

Although the time is about to pass, it is still very lively in the drunken red dust, and the long corridor can be seen everywhere Papier-mâché octagonal lanterns swaying in the wind, and everything becomes shadowy under the illumination of candlelight, like a dream.

This is a large three-story wooden building, Qian Feng walked slowly along the corridor on the third floor, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses came from time to time downstairs, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras was endless.

Why don't you go down and have a look! Thinking like this, Qian Feng had already come to the end of the corridor, and as he walked down the stairs, the wooden staircase made a slight creaking sound, and when he reached the second floor, the staircase also came to an end. Qian Feng looked around, only to find that the stairs to the first floor were on the other side of the wooden building, and in the middle was a row of guest rooms.

Without hesitation, Qian Feng gently walked through the guest rooms with slightly swaying candlelight, however, a rapid and strange sound made his steps slower and slower, this voice was very familiar to him, every time he was warm with the red kite in the past, the love was deep, and the red kite would involuntarily make a coquettish voice. It's just that...... Today's protagonist doesn't seem to have a woman.

What's going on? Qianfeng's white little face was full of doubts, and his body unconsciously approached the door where the sound came from, judging from the bed that creaked more and more frequently, the battle inside seemed to be very fierce.

Qian Feng leaned on the door and looked in through the crack in the door, where a live-action version of the spring scene was being staged in the room. The red candle has burned most of it, and it can be vaguely seen in the dim candlelight that this is a luxuriously furnished wing room, the most eye-catching thing in the room is the mahogany bed that occupies half of the room, and the Qingluo gauze tent is bound on both sides of the bed by the white jade bend, swaying gently with the movements of the two people on the bed, like water waves, tugging at the heartstrings of others. However, what made Qianfeng most curious was not what they were doing, but these two people, both men.

Curiosity prompted Qianfeng's face to get closer and closer to the door, and in the end, the whole person almost fell on the door, and Qianfeng, who was concentrating, did not find this door...... It's not actually locked. Hearing a "squeak", the door opened, and Qian Feng was caught up in the house.

With a scream full of energy, Qian Feng sat up from the ground slowly, before his head was raised, a pair of bare feet were the first to meet his eyes, looking up along the white middle coat, a strong lower abdomen, a sweat-soaked chest, and finally a somewhat familiar face, a pair of peach blossom eyes with watery water, a high nose bridge, and slightly thin lips. Qian Feng thought that he must have seen this person somewhere.

"What? Haven't seen enough? The corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was obviously hoarse after the affair, but it was more frivolous and lazy.

"You're wearing your pants so fast." Qian Feng commented truthfully.

The man's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, his lips twitched a few times, and he couldn't answer for a while.

When the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, a shrill voice suddenly came from behind the man: "Bold, don't talk to Childe like this!" ”

It turned out that the other protagonist of the spring scene picture also got dressed and walked over, Qianfeng took a closer look and found that this person was petite, slim, with red lips and white teeth, and a slightly red face, which was completely the attitude of a little daughter.

However, this person, who was more tender than the girl's family, did not welcome Qianfeng's arrival, and at this moment he stared at Qianfeng with apricot eyes and asked, "You are new here, right?" Who allows you to come out and walk around at night! ”

"Get out."

The man who had been quietly watching the play suddenly interrupted the domineering rebuke of the person next to him, and the man was even more arrogant when he heard it: "Childe let you out, did you hear that?" ”

"Oh!" Qian Feng slowly got up from the ground and was about to walk out.

"I'm talking about you." The man's voice rang out again.

"Childe ......" The petite man looked up at him in disbelief, his face full of disbelief.

"Getting the moon, don't let me say it a second time." The tone is still not salty, but it is so unquestionable.

The man who called the moon stiffened, and hurriedly bowed his head and bowed his hand, and Nuo Nuo responded: "Yes." ”

Seeing that Lang Yue slowly retreated, and closed the door with his hand. Qian Feng was in a dilemma for a while, so he had to stand there stunned.

The room was silent, and the man had the opportunity to take a good look at Qianfeng, the green silk was scattered, a childish baby face, tender and fair, and the big eyes were surprisingly clean, just like a newborn baby, far away from all greed and hatred, pure as a blank piece of paper, but the combination of such facial features together has a shocking beauty, which makes people can't help but want to get close to this purity. The man's heart was shaken, and jealousy arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to dye this white paper black and let him sink like himself.

He slowly approached Qianfeng, reached out and picked up a strand of hair scattered on his shoulder, put it between his nose and sniffed it, and then asked softly, "What were you looking at just now?" ”

Not accustomed to such closeness, Qian Feng turned his face away, and thought for a moment before answering the question with a look of understanding: "It turns out that two men can also double cultivate......"

The expression on the man's face froze instantly, and then he chuckled and said, "Hehe, yes, do you want to consider dual cultivation with me?" ”

There was a joke that flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and the tone that seemed to be true and false made people incomprehensible.

Qian Feng took a step back and decisively refused: "Don't, you're not as good-looking as a red kite." ”

Saying that, as if sleepy, he yawned, turned and walked straight to the door, opened the door and walked out.

There was another chuckle behind him: "Red kite...... Hehe, interesting, what's your name? ”

Qian Feng's footsteps did not stop, and he replied lazily: "Qian Feng." ”

"Rugged."

Qian Feng's figure was stunned: "Huh? ”

"Rugged, my name. We'll meet again, little one. ”

The last sentence was like a whisper, and as soon as it came out, it dissipated into the wind, and Qian Feng didn't hear it. His instincts told him that this man was dangerous, and that he didn't want to stay in this place for long because of the human instinct to avoid evil.