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"Feng Yin is ventilated, and the strength is bamboo, I saw your poem and asked your name, if you can't guess it again, you are really the first fool in the world." King Lu stretched out his hand, glanced at Lu Dongli's eyes, and frowned.

"With just a few beautiful songs, they came to me...... Zhong Xiang, after so many years, your temperament has not changed at all. ”

“…… You're not dead, I already knew that. ”

The man in brocade and yellow stared at Lu Dongli, and after all, he only said this shortly.

"Then Zhao Guo is secretly sending people to hunt me down today, you also know."

Lu Dongli spoke indifferently, holding the white porcelain tea bowl in his hand, and took a sip slightly, and the mist from the tea covered his face, which was indistinguishable.

"Not only that, but I also know why you stayed in Meijiang!"

King Lu smiled bitterly, "I just didn't think you were actually ......"

He stopped the second half of the sentence, and covered Lu Donglian's eyes with one hand, the scholar was defenseless, his hand shook, and the young prince copied the fallen tea bowl with one hand, and the dripping tea flowed all over the ground.

"The injuries on your eyes and body were done by Lu Zewei's assassins?"

Lu Dongli didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was stunned, before he smiled faintly and took the other party's hand with one hand, "No...... It's my own ......"

He raised his eyes, and there was still a blood-colored figure in front of him, blurry. I remembered that I was 16 years old when I got the middle jinshi, and the royal pen personally mentioned it, and entered the Hanlin Academy to serve, and at that time I got acquainted with the little prince who was the same year as him, and the poems and books were correct, and I was introduced as a close friend. King Lu was the same year as himself, and at that time, he was also running horses and flying eagles and shooting rabbits all day long, and he was extremely broad and unbridled...... It is expected that his appearance over the years must be different from when he was a child, but he can't see it at all.

Thinking about these in his heart, he only added a trace of emotion and melancholy, thinking that at this time, physical disability was no longer regarded as hard work for him.

King Lu looked at him, and his heart was also a flurry, although he had been thinking about him for so many years, Lu Dongli in his heart was always the Hanlin who resigned from Tsinghua Literature and Literature, even if there was a shocking grievance in Dingyuanguan, he always hoped that this person would not suffer too much, but he didn't know that when he saw it at this time, it was already yesterday.

Thinking like this, the man laughed softly in his ears: "I know that you remember me, so I don't want you to see it." Lu Zewei, since you already know that I don't want to hide, why do you bother to come here? ”

King Lu didn't answer for a long time, slowly stood up, and paced to the window with his hands behind his back.

“…… If General Feng hadn't died, would you still insist on finding a shortcoming? ”

Lu Dongli was behind him, silent for a long time, and his voice was fluctuating.

"The scenery on both sides of the Meijiang River...... Sure enough, it is the most prosperous for one side. The warbler and swallow cry, the oars babble, and the breeze and rain are refreshing. ”

King Lu looked at him sideways, his eyes full of extremely complex thoughts.

"Life is not as expected, and ten people live in seven or eight. I hope that the new monarch will ascend the throne and the world will be peaceful, and there will be no more turmoil, and the stability of these decades will be maintained. ”

He took half a step back, and through the window, the night breeze blew his black hair, and the wisps brushed on his lips, nose, cheeks, and eyebrows.

In ancient times, only when the country was not quiet and the territory was in trouble, could it produce loyal ministers and good generals and become famous for eternity.

If it is a peaceful world, that person will probably indulge in the mountains and rivers accompanied by mellow and beautiful women, bury his name incognito, and be a prodigal son for a lifetime. Why do you need to be on the execution ground...... The three-foot white silk splashed with blue blood? And will he live in Beijing forever, make friends with poetry and books, and read the west window at night in his spare time?

When the young man who was a few steps away from him noticed that something was wrong, Lu Dongli smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and the cold light under his clothes flashed, and swiped towards his neck.

This time it became hasty, King Lu was taken aback, and he didn't even have time to shout "Don't", he grabbed it and grabbed the knife in the scholar's hand. His eyes were all on Lu Dongxuan's right hand holding the knife, and as soon as he grabbed the man's wrist, he didn't pay attention to the other party's left hand wave, and a finger hit him in the chest.

In fact, King Lu only needed a moment to think, and he would think that the man would never commit suicide at this time, but it happened suddenly, and Lu Dongli committed suicide with a knife and really didn't cheat at all, at the moment of life and death, even if he knew that he was wrong, he couldn't help it, and at this time, he only had time to shout "you" for half a time, and he slowly fainted on the ground.

The green-shirted scholar in front of him slowly retracted his knife, and he did his best, although he stopped King Lu, he still drew a shallow blood mark under his head.

Lu Dongli smiled and said, "Zhong Xiang, I'm really sorry. Lu Zewei is a smart and stable person, and today's events should not affect you. ”

After a pause, he reached out and picked up the young man and placed him on the chair under the window. The wind outside the window is fine, sending a burst of cinnamon fragrance.

This strategy was originally used by him to rack his brains and design the Wind Festival.

At that time, there was a holy decree in Dingyuanguan, although Lu Dongli ordered someone to report the news quickly, he also expected that the person would not be obedient. At that time, he thought that if Feng Jinjie returned to Dingyuan Pass, he had no choice but to threaten him with his life and beg him to leave. So after thinking about it repeatedly, I thought of this overlord's stupid plan to make a bow, and I thought that it would be regarded as the way of the other, and I would give it back to the other.

It's a pity that I always lose to that person...... On that day, the west wind was strong, the clouds were light and the sky was high, and the wind in the silver armor and white robe laughed all the way, went straight up to the hall, and knelt on the ground to receive the order.

Thinking of this, there was a sudden cramp in his heart, Lu Dongli's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and he held the corner of the table with one hand, gasping lowly.

Memories are like yesterday.

The moonlight is still bright, and the wind outside the window is still fragrant with flowers, but he seems to be at the edge of the desert, the young general in white has a smile on the corner of his lips, and there is a free and proud between his eyebrows and eyes, and the moonlight is windy.

…… He only said that the thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces, what does Wei Chen say?

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The night in Meijiang is gentle and beautiful.

Pale gray clouds roll the moon, reflecting the intricate and well-built dwellings. The rain fell like cow's hair, dotting the gray tiles and white walls. The snow-white figure swept under the moon, like an eagle piercing through the clouds.

Along the way, I have already planned seven or eight ways to get out of my heart, either walking or hiding. Who knew that before anyone arrived at the Dyechun Hall, they suddenly heard a commotion on the street, and a group of black-clothed and armored soldiers galloped over and surrounded the Dyechun Hall.

Because of this unexpected change, he was slightly taken aback in his heart, not to mention that the manpower arranged by Lu Zewei did not move so quickly, and the pursuit of Lu Dongli was a very secret order of King Rui, if that person acted, it should not be so abrupt. But in this way, not to mention that it may not be easy to go with Lu Dongli, it is the iron-like formation in front of you, and it is extremely difficult to get out of Meijiang.

His mind has always been extremely calm, and he was not flustered at this time, but just lifted his breath, fluttered like a cloud and climbed up the eaves, and leaned towards the window, quietly watching the changes.

He had just held his breath when the small lattice window beside him suddenly creaked and slowly opened. Feng Jinjie slid one hand on his waist and lightly pressed the handle of the knife, slightly tilting his head.

The night is getting deeper, the rain is getting more and more rapid, and it goes straight into the window, and only in a moment does someone sigh leisurely, lingering slightly.

It wasn't loud, but it made him tremble.

Outside the window, he only heard the very familiar and elegant voice, and whispered in the room:

"Jinjie ......"

Life is like a dream, a hundred years have passed, Lu Dongli is holding the window, and his heart is still echoing with King Lu's piercing words.

- If General Feng is not dead, do you still insist on finding short?

"If you don't die, I won't. But you want me to be useful for him to ......"

As soon as his eyes were closed, the babbling skin yellow on the stage in front of him and the light and shadow of the wind and sand in Dingyuanguan were intertwined. Get on the horse to hit the crazy Hu, get off the horse to write the military book, the moon and the moon travel together to see the lonely smoke of the desert, the life and death of the city, a meeting, after all, it is empty.

He chuckled, turned around, and slammed the door open.

The man who was left standing by the window on the eaves of the house, the night wind and rain, wet the black hair and white clothes.

At this time, there was silence under the Dyechun Hall, and the old bustard and the musicians were stunned, and the door was closed for two minutes. More than 20 ironclad sergeants came in, and without saying anything, they all rushed them to an inner room.

Then stepped in a tall man dressed in brocade black.

At this time, the scholar in blue was also holding on to the fence and slowly descended from the stairs.

The man stared at Lu Dongli tightly, arched his hand slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In Xia Mu Yunping, the deputy commander of the guard with a knife in front of the emperor, Marshal Lu, I have been looking up for a long time. ”

His complexion is slightly dark, his voice is deep, and even if he speaks so flatly, he has a terrifying majesty, which shows that his martial arts attainments are not equal.

And Lu Dongli nodded, he is no longer a marshal, and now he is an official, but he has not paid any attention to this identity title. His eyes were inconvenient, but he just listened to Mu Yunping's name, and showed a relieved smile, "His Royal Highness King Lu is drunk, and now upstairs." ”

As soon as he heard this, Mu Yunping's two thick black sword eyebrows furrowed, his body moved slightly, and he finally stabilized and did not immediately rush upstairs, only beckoned his soldiers to help the lawless prince down.

In terms of identity, Mu Yunping came with Lu Zewei to run an errand this time, and at this time, he mobilized the crowd to surround Dye Chuntang, and he transferred troops without being ordered, and he should be punished for his crimes, but he knew that Zhao Zhongxiang was also interfering in this matter, so he couldn't stand by.

He is the son of King Lu's grandmother, he grew up with that person since he was a child, and his affection is better than that of his brother, thinking that this kid dares to go behind his brother's back to find Lu Dongli privately, and this Generalissimo Lu is a thorn in the eye of King Zhao today, and the first person he hates in his heart, for fear that he will anger the emperor's brothers, and he can't help but feel like a fire. Fortunately, a coincidence happened to him at that time, and he used this as an excuse to bring troops to him.

He had never seen Lu Dongli before, only knew that this person was born in Hanlin and was the commander of the three armies in Dingyuan Pass, and at this time he saw that he was wearing a half-worn light green cloth robe, without a crown, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, quite a weak state, but he died calmly, his expression was as usual, and he spoke lightly, which was in the middle of his heart's concern, which made people feel a sense of admiration and appreciation.

He tossed back and forth here for about half a pillar of incense, and Lu Zewei, who asked him to delay a moment of notice outside the door, had also galloped over.

Lu Zewei heard that King Lu was involved in this matter, and he got a message from Mu Yunping's envoy, saying that because of the urgent report, he had to transfer troops privately, and he also understood each other's thoughts, he was unwilling to meddle in the royal private affairs, and he was more interested in selling that person's favor and letting him solve King Lu by himself.

As soon as the others entered the door, Mu Yunping was worried about how to deal with Lu Dongxuan, and when he saw Lu Zewei coming, the two discussed for a while, he nodded, and said to the scholar: "Offended." ”

After that, the two soldiers under his command stepped forward with a rope, and Lu Dongli gently turned his hand back, and others tied him up with a backlash.

At this moment, the Wind Festival has disappeared above the beam of the hall, quietly hiding behind the large gilded plaque in the middle. He expected that King Rui had a deep grudge against the two of them in the past, so he did not hesitate to force Lu Dongli to behead him personally at Dingyuan Pass.

It's just that when I saw that person was tied in secret, there was no fluctuation between his eyebrows and eyes, and the palm holding the short knife couldn't help but tighten slightly.

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Lu Zewei followed Mu Yunping back to his accommodation, and then asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu Yunping's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and with a wave of his hand, his soldiers immediately brought someone over.

Lu Zewei looked at the middle-aged man with a frightened and embarrassed face, and vaguely remembered in his mind that it seemed to be an official from Meijiang Mansion. Mu Yunping crossed his arms, glanced at him, and then raised his chin at the man, asking him to tell Lu Zewei what he saw that night.

The man knelt on the ground, but he forgot to report his name, and stammered: "Xiaguan, Xiaguan saw the Wind Festival today!" ”

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When Mu Yunping returned to the room, he saw the lights flashing in the east chamber, so he stopped, lowered his head and smiled, turned around and walked over there. Pushing open the door with one hand, the tall young guard held on to the door frame, "Are you drunk?" ”

Facing the sneer of his good friends and good brothers, Zhao Zhongxiang was not uncomfortable at all, but generously pointed to the tables and stools in the room.

Mu Yunping pulled out a chair and sat down, poured his own tea, and then squinted at the prince, "Zhong Xiang, next time you play with fire, please give me a greeting first, okay?" ”

"And then you wonder how to put me in prison to avoid the scourge, don't you?"

The man in yellow threw the towel in his hand and sat down beside him, "Don't worry, I knew that he was not persuaded by me, so I didn't have much hope." ”

“…… Hearts and mouths are different. ”

Looking at Mu Yunping's black face, Zhao Zhongxiang sighed, turned the cup in his hand, and said softly: "Okay, you can spare me." ”

After saying this, the two did not speak for a while, but just drank tea in one sip. After a long time, Zhao Zhongxiang suddenly said: "Yunping, what if it is you and your friend dies?" ”

Mu Yunping thought for a while and said calmly: "Naturally, he takes good care of his parents, wife and children, what wishes he has, I will fulfill it for him, if he dies wrongedly, I should try my best to wash him away." ”

"What would you do if it were me who died?"

The black-clothed guard smiled and said, "You? ”

The yellow-robed prince nodded, to show that he didn't mean to joke, so Mu Yunping also frowned slightly, and his face gradually became serious.

Zhao Zhongxiang sighed, "I know, if I die well, then my parents, wives and children naturally don't need you to take care of them; If I don't die well, then you can't take care of it. ”

Mu Yunping reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense! ”

He was a little angry at this time, and a pair of deep eyes were like swords, stopping at the other party. And the man just shrugged his shoulders, and his awe-inspiring momentum was like the scorching sun entering the sea of clouds, and he couldn't exert any strength.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and suddenly Zhao Zhongxiang laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "What a big deal, it's worth your anger like this." ”

Mu Yunping closed his eyes, took two sips of tea, and said slowly: "Forget it, if you are generally knowledgeable, sooner or later you will be angry." ”

When he said this, his heart was turbulent. Regarding the friendship between the two, if Zhao Zhongxiang was in danger, Mu Yunping would not hesitate to save him, but at this time, his friend asked, "If I die", his mind was blank for a while, and he didn't know how to answer.

The young man beside him put his hand on his cheek at this time, and knocked him again, "Come, let's talk about it again, Yunping, have you ever seen that Feng General who guarded Dingyuan?" ”

Mu Yunping smiled bitterly, "I'm a guard in the inner hall, and he is a border general, how can I have a chance to see him?" It's only seen on stage. ”

Zhao Zhongxiang shook his head like a rattle, "Actually, he was called to go to Beijing to receive a reward, but because of his background, he didn't enter the palace...... Now that I think about it, it's a pity that you and I missed out on this peerless figure. He said as he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "I think the second brother worked him at that time?" ”

Mu Yunping heard that there was a sound outside his strings, so he waited quietly for him to speak, but who knew that the prince smiled slightly, stabbed him with his elbow and said: "Feng Jinjie must be a beautiful man who looks like a tall man, and the soldiers of Chen Guo on the battle array saw him, and they couldn't bear to cut him with swords." ”

With a pop, it was Mu Yunping who squirted out the tea in his mouth, and he just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but the yellow-robed young man beside him smiled leisurely and said: "If it weren't for this, how could anyone else be able to lead a mere 300 cavalry and enemy 5,000 Chen troops?" ”

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The next day, Lu Zewei and his entourage left Meijiang and traced the waterway to the capital. He didn't want to attract attention when he did Lu Dongli, so he didn't even take the official boat, but the two building boats went down the river with several small boats. In this way, from the outsider's point of view, there is no difference from the fleet that comes and goes every day on the Meijiang River.

The two big boats were Zhao Zhongxiang, the king of Lu, and Lu Dongli, who they were ordered to hunt down this time. Because Mu Yunping wanted to guard with the prisoners on the same boat, Lu Zewei accompanied King Lu.

Lu Dongli has long been a dead man in the hearts of the world, and even the insiders of the Sulu family are afraid of causing trouble and dare not ask about his life and death, so Lu Zewei was not worried about someone coming to them for trouble, but unfortunately Mu Yunping brought someone and said the news, but he had to guard against it.

Mu Yunping himself didn't pay too much attention to this matter, Feng Jinjie was a sure fact that he died in Dingyuan Pass, and he didn't believe in the resurrection of the dead anyway. But Lu Zewei is different, because of King Rui's attention to the Feng Jin Festival in the early years, he has already checked the background of this person's net worth one by one, and after asking that day, he learned that the man who claimed to "see the Feng Jin Festival" was actually Liu Ming, who had a period of entanglement with Feng who was still a wealthy businessman in Ji County.

Liu Ming's narrow-mindedness is narrow-minded, and the sea has been up and down for several years, and he still remembers the humiliating past of the crazy man who couldn't help it by all means, and he didn't really recognize that person, but he shouldn't have that disaster.

At that time, Feng Jinjie naturally didn't pay attention to him, but Liu Ming vaguely saw the man in white who was still smiling proudly in Jixian County, and he was so shocked that his soul flew away.

Lu Zewei himself does not believe in the resurrection of the dead, but he is cautious by nature, and he also asked the women of Dye Chuntang about this matter, although there is no conclusion, he still orders his subordinate soldiers to be on guard sooner or later, just in case.

Boat out of the Meijiang River, more than two days of travel, the scenery on both sides of the river is absolutely victorious, the south bank of the thousand mountains show, the north bank of the maple forest such as dyeing, the thin mist in the sunshine like purple smoke rising. At that time, the autumn water was full, the river was rising, the flow speed was very fast, and the sailor's clothes were in the wind, and he felt very happy.

In the middle of the boat, Lu Zewei was chatting with King Lu with a ride, and suddenly heard a very slight "click", and there was a big commotion outside the cabin.

Lu Ze frowned slightly, there were already guards outside who came to report in a panic, and only halfway through the words, the hull of the ship was already shaking violently, tilted to the left, he had no martial arts, and he was unstable for a while, King Lu reached out to hold his arm.

At this time, the hull of the ship was seriously flooded, and it was gradually unable to support it, Lu Ze said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, please get off the boat first!" ”

Mu Yunping's big boat was ahead of him, and at this time he jumped out of the cabin, and saw Zhao Zhongxiang's ship gradually capsizing and sinking, and immediately ordered to turn around and rescue, but the sailors who had no choice but to steer moved it several times, but the hull could not be moved. The distance between the two ships gradually became distant.

Everyone on the river was busy rescuing the danger, and there was a mess for a while, Mu Yunping expected that there would be right and wrong in the future, so he immediately ordered the ship to pull the sails and slow down, and let the guards line up on both sides of the deck, urgently on alert.

At this moment, a flat boat on the river floated down from the upstream downstream.

Lu Zewei and King Lu had already been picked up on the other boat at this time, and Mu Yunping, who was standing on the deck, saw the small boat as light as a willow leaf coming like an arrow, and a young man stood alone on the boat.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the ink hair is in the wind.

Lu Ze was slightly stunned, and Mu Yunping over there was slightly startled, and immediately gave orders.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The guards on the boat stretched their bows one after another, and for a moment the arrows were like flying locusts. However, the exclamation from the mouth of this soldier almost rang out along with the arrows in the sky.

For the man saw the arrows that were like rain as nothing, and leaped from the boat, and his posture was as dashing as a flowing cloud, and he fell among the people.

Feng Jinjie threw the short white sword that he tore off to block the arrows, and the clothes fell in the river and flowed away with the water.

At this time, most of the guards on the ship were still stunned, and they didn't even notice that others threw their short knives in mid-air and cut the sail ropes.

The boat has no rudder and no sail, encounters a cross-current, floats to the most turbulent place in the center of the river when boarding, the north bank of the river is surrounded by mountains, the water flow is rapid and the reef is all over, the sailors of the boat see this situation, they have shouted loudly, jumped into the water and escaped.

Mu Yunping seemed to have heard Lu Zewei shouting over there, his mind was still clear, and he pulled out half of the sword in the sheath with one hand.

Both of them knew that there would be endless troubles after leaving Lu Dongliang, but at that moment, he couldn't do it anyway.

The people of the Wind Festival are naturally not as captivating as Han Zigao, but at that moment, the swords of the soldiers on the boat did not even greet him.

Mu Yunping gritted his teeth and ordered: "Abandon the ship!" ”

Jiang Xin hit a wave, hitting the hull of the boat, he jumped forward, his eyes fixed on the man in white who was smiling pleasantly, and roared again: "Abandon the ship!" ”

At this time, the soldiers on the boat reacted, and they took off their armor and jumped off the boat, and for a while, in the sound of falling into the water, only the long laughter of the wind could be heard.

Zhao Zhongxiang, who was the first to react, snatched the boatman's oar, and ordered a boatload of soldiers to shake the boat towards the center of the river.

King Lu exhaled loudly, his voice burning.

However, Mu Yunping just looked at Feng Jinjie, his eyes were on the spot, and his whole body was on guard.

Xuan Xuan Shaoju, Lang Lang Yushan, the man in white clothes like frost and snow, his posture was extremely chic, his voice was very good, and a pair of black eyes with a lazy smile looked at him, frank and unrestrained.

Mu Yunping sighed in his heart.

The man in front of him, whether it was the wind festival that came back from the dead or not, really, people couldn't have the slightest idea of wanting to be his enemy.

At this time, the hull of the ship shook violently, and it had already hit a reef, because the speed of the ship was extremely fast, and it was actually knocked sideways, and it spun two or three times on the water, but the two bodies on the deck were as stable as a mountain, and they were not chaotic at all. The river wind urged the black and white robes, one dignified and one elegant, one majestic and one free, and from a distance, it was also beautiful.

It's just that the bottom of the boat also broke a big hole, and the river rushed in.

The young man in white pointed to the surface of the water and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that this boat won't be able to hold up before half a cup of tea, why don't you jump?" ”

Mu Yunping snorted slightly, "Do you think that you can take away the imperial court prisoners so easily?" ”

"Oh, I don't know when Lu Dongli became a prisoner of the imperial court."

The two of them confronted each other on the deck, but Lu Dongli was extremely ignorant in the cabin.

Although Lu Zewei had not given him any torture instruments in the past few days, because he knew that he had martial arts, he restrained his acupoints on the boat, making him unable to move freely. And Lu Dongli's eyes are not very convenient, so he is completely ignorant of the changes outside.

At this time, the waves in the river were strong, the sound of water and wind were mixed, and the two people on the boat spoke with true qi, word by word, clearly into his ears. The ship was jolting on the river, and he could not move, and he hit the bulkhead, and the broken waves splashing up from the hatch immediately wet his face. And he still shouted in a deep voice: "Don't be mistaken! ”

As soon as the words were spoken, both of them on the deck were silent for a moment before a voice sneered.

"Three days ago, who said in front of the Dyeing Spring Hall, if I don't die, he won't look for a short-term vision."

The boat was moving quickly, and the cold wind and waves were surging by, and at this time, Lu Dongli's eyes and hearts were suddenly blank.

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Since the moment he boarded the boat, Feng Jinjie has been thinking about how to solve Mu Yunping.

He originally entered the WTO, and he did not have the cultivation that he had been tempered in his previous life as a general and marshal, although he was not powerless, but his martial arts were discounted, which is also true.

And the black-robed and purple-robed young guard in front of him has a deep and powerful gaze, and it is obvious that he is not only extraordinary, but also has a very steady and heavy path, which is undoubtedly extremely tricky for him who only wants a quick word at this moment.

Mu Yunping obviously ate this to him, he was not arrogant or impatient, pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and let the boat toss with the waves, just standing like a mountain.

After answering Lu Dongliang's words, Feng Jinjie raised his eyebrows and smiled.

This smile was extremely bright, and it made his face show a fiery taste, which was dizzying.

So a cadre of people in the boat in the distance saw the black and white, entangled in one place in a blink of an eye, their clothes dancing, and their hands were as handsome as eagles and falcons fighting in the sky.

It's a fight, but it's actually just three rounds. Feng Jinjie attacked first, cut Mu Yunping's left shoulder with one palm, and the black-clothed guard grabbed his wrist with his hand, and drew his saber with a shake of his empty left hand.

Others are right-handed swords, but Mu Yunping can use both hands, the place on the boat is narrow, he is not restrained at all, holding the long sword upside down, and swiping it towards the waist of Feng Jinjie.

The young man in white lowered his left hand, and with his right foot, he kicked the bridge of Mu Yunfei's nose, and the robe was hunting in the wind. It was also thanks to him that he was fighting in close quarters on the swaying boat like this, and he made such a move, Mu Yunping snorted, jumped half a step back, and the long sword circled.

At that moment, Feng Jinjie jumped sharply, as if he was about to send it to the opponent's sword, and suddenly the palm of his left hand flipped over, and the eight-inch-long short knife was held in his hand, and he forcibly held Mu Yunping's sword, and then his body slid and hit him into his arms.

Mu Yunping's body was slightly sideways, and he struck at the other party with the palm of his right hand.

He intended to force back the wind and strength, but at that moment, the man in white was inseparable from him, and he was slapped by him, throwing a short knife at the same time, and his hands were already pressed between his chest and abdomen.

Mu Yunping was startled, and said in his heart that he would take a break this time, not caring about the surging river behind him, and retreated sharply on his toes.

At that moment, Feng Jinjie smiled, and his hands were fierce.

The two forces combined, and Mu Yunping's whole person flew out like a paper kite, only to hear a loud bang, and just fell on the boat chasing him down.

Zhao Zhongxiang pushed away the sergeant at the bow of the boat, leaned over to pick up Mu Yunping, and said hurriedly: "Yunping!" Yunping! ”

Mu Yunping closed his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and only opened his eyes after a while, smiled astringently at him, and said in a low voice: "Hmph...... This time, it did what you wanted. ”

Zhao Zhongxiang reached out to touch his pulse, the pulse was very urgent, but it was steady as usual, and it was unharmed.

He was stunned, swallowed the smile back to his stomach, and beckoned the sergeant to sail back.

Mu Yunping let him hold him, but he didn't say a word, King Lu secretly stretched out his hand and twisted it in his waist, so painful that this strong and serious man couldn't help frowning, only to hear his brother who swore to live and die when he was a child said in his ear:

"You're hurting anyway...... It's so heavy, Lu Zewei can't sue you again, and the second brother can't punish you again, right? ”

Feng Jinjie smiled at the boat that was far away, casually raised his sleeves to wipe the vermilion hanging from the corners of his mouth, coughed twice, his mouth was salty, and a plum blossom bloomed on his snow-white sleeves.

He didn't care much about his injury, but came to the cabin, picked up the soaking scholar, and half-smiled and half-mocked.

"East Fence...... Would you like to die with me? ”

At this time, most of the hull of the boat had already entered the water, and the two of them were beaten by the broken waves, Lu Dongliang's face was extremely pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he did not say a word.

The man in white sighed and stood up with him in his arms.

When he turned around, he saw Lu Zewei gathering a row of small boats upstream, and the arrows on the sergeant's bow on the boat reflected the sunlight, and the snow was bright.

“…… You don't want to? It's a pity......"

Feng Jinjie raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "I do." ”

So he shouted "Be careful to drink water from the east fence" in the rain of arrows on the dangerous boat, and then he hugged the man and jumped into the river.

Of course, the wind festival jumped into the river to commit suicide.

When he jumped off the boat, he had firmly wrapped one hand around Lu Dongli's waist to make him hold his breath, and with the other hand, he lifted the iron anchor on the boat like a throw in the river, followed by a force with one hand, and pulled the iron ring that fixed the anchor chain from the hull of the ship, and the two followed the iron anchor and slipped into the river.

Their bodies sank sharply with the iron anchors, and when they entered the water, it was difficult for the arrows to hurt. The weight of the anchor was not light, and the two of them would not rush too far from the undercurrent for a while.

Feng Jinjie opened his eyes under the water, and his gaze swept forward like a shuttle.

On the north bank of the river, the reef is rugged, and it is not too difficult to escape by diving in the past.

In the middle of the river, his mind was not confused at all, he hugged Lu Dongli beside him with one hand, threw the iron anchor, climbed on both feet, turned around in the water, and danced in white, and his posture was still wonderful.

He knew that although he could hold his breath underwater for a long time, Lu Dongli was not good at martial arts, and he was sick and weak for a long time, so he might not be able to support him for a while, and then saw that his eyes were closed, and he immediately stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, supported his neck with one hand, lowered his head, and held his lips.

The other party's body struggled between his arms, Feng Jinjie's hand was strong, firmly clamped his arm, and the tip of his tongue spit out, knocking open Lu Dong's teeth, and crossed in one breath.

The scholar in the green shirt was half-awake and half-dazed, and because of instinct, he also grasped his clothes, and his lips were glued together for a while, and the two of them floated downstream with the undercurrent at the bottom of the water.

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The cliff shore rocky beach water is clear and moss-green, and seven or eight gray-winged sand gulls play leisurely in the water.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water, the waves splashed, and a person was revealed in the water like a fish, wrapped in white, with long black hair, drenched on his shoulders.

Feng Jinjie coughed continuously, climbed the reef with one hand, turned around and pulled Lu Dongli up, leaning against the recess of the cliff wall to shelter from the wind, before he untied the man's shirt and rubbed his chest and back with both hands.

The water in the autumn river was cold, and the two of them had been soaked for a long time, one was injured, the other was weak, and they were exhausted for a while.

Lu Dongli vomited a few mouthfuls of water, and only then did he gradually come to his senses, his blurred eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to be a little dazed.

Feng Jinjie held his hand and whispered, "Dongli? ”

The man's thin lips twitched again, "...... Jinjie. ”

When he finally spoke, he spit out these two words between his lips like a thousand pounds, but they were no longer asking.

There has never been one person in the world, who comes and goes for him, and life and death are indifferent.

The sun was gradually rising, and the white light was blazing.

Feng Jinjie smiled, "Dead and alive, I'll explain this to you after a while." Today I had prepared my horses on the shore, but unfortunately I had been entangled with the deputy commander for a long time in the boat, and the water was washed down too far, and I had to walk a few miles upstream. The cliff here is not high, I will carry you up. ”

He turned around and slapped the rough rock on the river bank with one hand, and Lu Dongli also groped his way to his feet, and the two met after the catastrophe, as if they were separated from each other. His temperament was originally light, and when he was forced to stab Feng Jinjie to death with his own hands, his heart was like cold ashes and could not be rekindled, and he was even tied up, in order to settle this grievance, there was not much fluctuation in his emotions, but at this time, he looked at the long hair on the back of the person vaguely, and couldn't help but want to choke out for a while.

Feng Jinjie was afraid that his eyes would not be able to see clearly, so he bent down slightly in front of him, took his hand, and asked him to lie on his back. He was stunned for a moment, and finally slowly stretched out his arm and hooked the other party's neck, and the two bodies were close to each other, and they felt very warm for a while.

Lu Dongli only heard the white man smile and say, "I also fell under the river embankment that day, but I never dreamed that I would pick it up for you, saving me a lot of effort", and the corners of his mouth slowly flashed a wry smile.

In fact, he still vividly remembered that he stabbed the man in the heart, and his hand trembled so much that he could barely hold the eight-inch long dagger, but he still had to grit his teeth, pull it out, and stab it again, over and over again.

The man lay quietly on his shoulder, not moving, with a smile on his eyebrows, and let the vermilion flow into a river.

Lu Dongli still remembers that he and Feng Jinjie just had a deep friendship, he always came and went, dressed in fragrant cars, beautiful wine, and looked down on the world, as if he could pick up the eternal wind on one shoulder. The two first met in Taoyuan County, and died at the desert border, the man had no parents and no wife and children, until he died, and the heart of the wind and clouds was remembered for a long time.

He has always considered himself to be extremely clumsy, and he wants to read poetry and books for the world, and he can't leave behind the high and bright and the same dust, he has sealed up the property of his colleagues and subordinates or gifts or bribes, and only used them for daily entertainment and entertainment, and does not divert any for his own use, but he can't help but envy the frankness and unscrupulousness of that man. On the acquaintance, he shouldn't have said that you and I owe it, but he really can't bear what Feng Jinjie gave him.

In the quiet of the night, he sometimes asked himself how cold his mind was, so that he could let the man be tortured, crying out in pain without saying a word.

Tears dripped on the soaked white clothes, and a wisp of heat suddenly seeped down in the cold river water that soaked through the clothes.

Feng Jinjie was climbing all the way between the rugged mountains and rocks, and at this time he couldn't help but be stunned and smiled. He climbed to the top of the cliff with his hands and feet, and the man on his back immediately let go and slipped off him.

People are in a high place, the scenery at a glance, the pine wind and jade waves in the near distance, the sky is like a round cover, the ground is like a chessboard, the river breeze blows the wet clothes, so that the wind is quite enjoyable, but he just held Lu Dongli with one hand and said softly: "Let's go, this place is windy, don't suffer from the cold." ”

The person who pulled his arm didn't move for a while, and after a while, he said quietly: "You and I crossed the cliff and went ashore, Lu Zewei won't be able to catch up for a while, you take care of the injuries on your body first, don't be reluctant." ”

Feng Jinjie was slightly startled when he heard this, and finally couldn't help but didn't ask him why he knew that he was injured, his mind turned a few times, the tip of his tongue tasted the saltiness in his mouth, and he suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help laughing.

Lu Dongli was very serious, and when he heard him laugh, he couldn't help biting his lip, a little surprised, and suddenly his hand tightened, and he was already smiling and shaking the man, and he pulled it away.

As he walked, he said, "It's okay, the scenery here is good, let's find a sheltered place to rest for the time being." When I heal your eyes, we will come to Meijiang for ten days and a half to play, and it will not be in the way. ”

The autumn wind gusts, the forest waves rise and fall, and the sound of the river still beating the reef is still heard in the distance, and the clear sound of heaven and earth washes people's hearts and lungs. Lu Dongli followed behind Feng Jinjie, and the sad thoughts in his heart faded a lot for a while, only to feel that the man's palms were slender, very warm and powerful, and after walking like this for a while, the two of them leaned on an old tree and sat down.

Lu Dongli looked at the river in the distance dimly, and blurted out two sentences indifferently, "The cloud pillow is close to a thousand peaks, and the window is open to enlarge the river", Feng Jinjie immediately praised "good spirit and good writing" beside him, Lu Dongli listened, turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help but say: "This is what you wrote." The people around him were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then raised their eyebrows and laughed, and their voices were as clear as the rocks of the river, coming from afar.

He was worried about how to explain his resurrection to Lu Dongli, but at this time, he didn't care at all, just leaned on the other party's shoulder and slowly spoke.

"I told you that I was a heavenly immortal, do you believe it or not?"

Lu Dongli sat side by side with him and replied quietly, "I believe it." ”

"Oh?"

“…… What kind of person is Feng Jinjie, in my eyes and heart. Whether you are a heavenly immortal or a strange person in the world, I don't mind. Life is short, you and I have a lifetime of fate, and I am lucky enough, and I dare not ask for more. ”

Feng Jinjie heard him say the words "the fate of a lifetime", and his heart suddenly hurt, as if he suddenly revealed the boundless loneliness behind the prosperous scenery in front of him, and he couldn't answer for a while. The people around him spoke again, and said quietly:

"Jinjie, don't be too aggrieved by yourself."

When the man in white heard this, he let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, and looked at the east of the big river, and the sky was wide and the sky was wide and the clouds were under the clouds.

After staying like this for a moment, Feng Jinjie stretched out his arm and grabbed Lu Dongli's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Yes, the saint forgets his feelings, and he is the least affectionate, and the so-called love is in my generation."

As he spoke, he slowly reached out and combed the man's broken hair over his shoulder.

(ENDS)

Asking for affection is as gentle as the old (Tanmei is cautious)

The palace is a piece of bright glazed tiles, carved beams and painted buildings with heavy jade steps, and red lacquer pillars of Vermilion Bird Danqi.

Sitting on the dragon chair of the Ninety-Five, the new monarch overlooked the civil and military generals, a red and black robe and purple ribbon gold zhang, knelt at the bottom of his feet, and said long live.

In the past, the Lord Rui raised his eyes and looked straight out at the high sky of the main hall, when there were birds flying in the sky, and the wingtips brushed the clouds, leisurely passing by.

Yun Bai is as plain as the man he can't forget for a long time.

When he was still the king of Rui, he sighed that even if the world was in hand, as the supreme of the country, he would not be as happy as that person. And when he saw the Wind Festival for the first time, his first thought was why not leave the country behind, go to learn from him to lean on a tall building alone, and let go of his life.

The man looked down at him from a high place and smiled, and his clothes were as white as snow. The bloody battlefield and the wind and dust in Jingluo are like rivers flowing through the soles of his feet, even though there is a lot of hustle and bustle, but he can't catch half of his clothes.

King Rui has read history books and has always relied on his knowledge among the princes of Zhao State, but on that day he really understood the noble demeanor and elegance of the monarch and the ministers.

"If I have the wind and strength as a general, why don't I want to get drunk with him, I will lead him to saddle his horse when I go on the expedition, and I will give him a personal robe of battle in triumph."

King Rui thought like this, and in his deep eyes, there was a loneliness that could not be defeated from a high place.

At that time, Feng Jinjie had given the emperor a holy decree to be executed in Dingyuan Pass for the crime of greedy ink. And he remembered the man holding up his glass and smiling at him.

He knew it was clear, and he didn't hesitate. He is not like the admired ministers that King Rui knows, neither high nor arrogant, he just sees his sincere monarch and minister's heart through the fish and water, and then said lightly, I will advance and retreat with Lu Shuai.

He listened to the eunuch He who passed the decree talk about how Feng Jinjie reprimanded Lu Dongli in the school field, and how he was angry for that person. Lu Dong Fence Lu Dong Fence is Lu Dong Fence again, at that time, there was a pale green shadow in King Rui's heart, incomparably clear, incomparably beautiful, and incomparably hateful.

In fact, he hadn't seen Lu Dongxuan, but he just looked at the human form in his heart, and subconsciously gave birth to a cruel hatred. Later, even the female music stroked the piano for him, and he listened to the sound of the piano with a faint ancient meaning, and also thought that Lu Dongli hated Lu Dongli, and he couldn't wait to grab the pen, inkstone, and paperwork in front of the throne, and threw it at the scholar in his mind, and beat him to bruises and tatters.

He is the respect of the Ninety-Five, he overlooks the world and admires the four seas, he wants to be the first-class king of the ages to achieve the first-class feats, but unfortunately, in the first time in his life, he lost to a lonely scholar, the loss of pain and hatred, can not be forgotten for a lifetime.

Since Feng Jinjie was willing to die for Lu Dongliang, he also wanted to see if Lu Dongliang's blood could leave even a little trace on Feng Jinjie's snow-white clothes.

As a result, he didn't know if it was to his heart.

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It is a small corner of the splendid rivers under the sky.

A pool of green waves gives birth to spring grass, and a few weeping willow peach blossoms by the pond attract bees and butterflies.

Under the peach blossom tree, a young man is lying on a bamboo couch, white and purple, barefoot, lying on the child's pillow, lazily holding a wicker in one hand, to tease the red, white and white swimming fish on the shore.

Zhang Minxin's voice in the communication was extremely angry.

"If you don't get up again, you're not a wind festival, but a pig and a Han."

The girl is so conclusive, and she is quite dissatisfied with her classmates' behavior of drying their butts in the sun every day. What is even more dissatisfied is that Pig and Han will also be denied and criticized by the world, and this person, even if he is clothed and exposed, the party on the other side will come and praise him for his good Wei and Jin bamboo forest style.

Whenever she thinks of this, Zhang Minxin can't wait to take out the wind and energy.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the backyard door had already creaked, and the light robe and big sleeves fluttered in the wind, and Lu Dongli stepped on a piece of fine grass, smiling and walking towards the wind.

When the person approached, he saw that the man was covered in the wind, and he was covered with the snow-white background of his clothes, which was very beautiful.

Lu Dongli sighed slightly, put the robe in his hand on his body, and stretched his feet on the couch, which was very suitable.

The man smiled softly and lowered his head, "Jinjie, are you better?" ”

He nodded, sat up cross-legged, and patted his stomach, "It's okay." ”

"The face is not very good, it is better to take two more doses of medicine."

“…… The eye is recovering well. Feng Jinjie held the man's arm nonchalantly and squeezed it gently, "The last time I saw you, I was blind and dumb, and everyone was thin and dry." ”

Lu Dongli evoked some memories for him with a mocking tone, and his dark eyes rolled on the man's face and sighed.

A few days ago, the two of them just moved here to live, because his eyes are not very clear to see things, so he stayed with Feng Jinjie as he did in Dingyuan, in the middle of the night the man was wrapped in the quilt and shook into a ball, he woke up, at that time Feng Jinjie was so painful that he curled up into a shrimp, and he was forced to prevent him from going out to find a doctor, he must be self-healed, and the two were stalemate until dawn.

No matter how good this person is, he must be bad at being a patient, not to say that he is a doctor for himself, he can even save what he wants, and he refuses to drink the medicine well, but he is greedy for alcohol - in fact, Lu Dongli felt that most of his illness was caused by excessive drinking, but the person concerned refused to admit it.

"You still say ......" The scholar's words were halfway out, and he stared at the man with a straight eye, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

For a long time, Lu Dongli felt that he was very uncourageous in front of Feng Jinjie, obviously he had a reason, and he put pressure on him, and immediately felt empty, he commanded the three armies and made a decision without hesitation, but at this time, he struggled for a long time before he reluctantly said the second half of the sentence.

“…… Last time you were so sick that you talked nonsense, so you should drink less alcohol in the future. ”

It was for his illness that he persuaded him to drink less, as if he had sinned against him.

Zhang Minxin smiled in Feng Jinjie's mind, "Jinjie...... You see, he said you were talking nonsense. ”

Feng Jinjie sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, in fact, he was also afraid of Lu Dongliang, which would annoy that person, and a stubborn momentum would come up, so it would be useless for him to play tricks at that time.

So he moved his body briskly and hung on Lu Donglian's shoulder, "What nonsense am I talking about?" ”

The scholar was obviously a little sneering, and Feng Jinjie looked at him with an innocent smile.

They have known each other for a long time, and at the beginning of the Feng Jin Festival, they wandered all over the world to find pleasure, while Lu Dongli was entangled in official business and had no leisure, so they only exchanged letters every once in a while; When they get together at Dingyuan Pass, they practice tactics and drill the three armies together on weekdays, and charge into battle together during wartime, and truly form a hard-won friendship between life and death.

However, there has never been such a thing as today, leaving aside things outside of one's body and living idle together.

Watching the moon from the small window, pouring tea and gambling books, entertaining with gin and wine, listening to the warbler across the stream, and riding a horse in Chunshan. Lu Dongli was not a person who could see openly and live a leisurely life in such a secluded state, but he knew in his heart that this kind of life would not last long, but he was happy at will.

Spring is getting old day by day, and the willows are flying like snow in the smoked wind. The two of them talked under the peach tree, and the scholar in green clothes gradually got tired, so he tilted his body and lay in the arms of the white-robed man.

In my dreams, there is always a white wind festival, with a smile on my eyebrows and eyes, and I look forward to Shenfei.

- In fact, this person has always been smiling, his face is carefree, revealing a trace of indifference behind him. He loves to groom, so he wants to be dressed in brocade and white clothes; He loves pleasure, so he wants to be full of wine and beautiful people. However, in the army, cloth and vegetable food, sleeping in the open air, fighting on the battlefield, people are unbearable, but he does not change his pleasure, and comes and goes leisurely every day, without any change.

He once praised that man was open-minded and ancient, but Feng Jinjie just smiled and shook his head, and those dark eyes looked at him, and his eyes burned his heart.

He remembered that he was playing the piano, and the man came from behind, twisting one hand on the string, like a man caressing his lover's silky skin, and the clear sound of Zheng Zheng Cong and his laughter, with the sheared swallows in the spring breeze swept over the willows.

Jinjie's piano is also good, and the technique naturally cannot be compared with the national player, but there are always a few pieces of music that show the charm and taste that no one can do under his fingers.

What is the length of going east without returning? Why are you busy with red face and white hair? Pleasantness and wind and moon are always impermanent, how can life and death be shortened?

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's not that he can't see, he just can't ask. I can't ask if I can't control the land and can't be detained that day, and everything in the world is like a cloud and smoke, and I haven't been worried about it, is there also a sense of sorrow and detachment?

Min Xin smiled and teased Feng Jinjie in front of Xiaolou's main computer:

"Finally keep the clouds open and see the moon, you have to make good use of it? You say, are you taking revenge on Lu Dongli for ignoring you when you were hurt in your last life? ”

Feng Jinjie glanced up at the sky, and Min Xinden saw a pair of extremely bright eyes on the screen, glaring at her.

The sun was past noon, and it was gradually a little cold when he wore a single shirt, and Feng Jinjie slowly covered the shirt with Lu Dongliang, and his palm slid over the man's hip bone, paused, and felt that there was a bit of abruptness under his palm.

He smiled at the sky, and his radiant eyes were as beautiful as the cold glow of the stars in the sky, "I've always been very willow Hui, do you want to keep your ghost ideas and go to Qingchen's house to see the excitement?" ”

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When Lu Dongli woke up from a dream, it was already twilight in the small courtyard, and Feng Jinjie was still sitting beside him, maintaining almost the same free and easy posture as when he slept, holding his body with one hand, looking up at the sky, the clouds, the water and the sunset.

Seeing that the sun was early and it was past dinner, he smiled apologetically at the man, turned over and sat up slowly.

In the past, Lu Dongli was a "gentleman who cooks far away", and when the two first lived, they also relied on the wind festival to be a husband and learned the ability to cook twice, and used it to deal with it. At this time, the man was so sick that he could only drink rice porridge, he set up a pot and cooked it slowly, and then cut the chicken and fish meat and green vegetables and threw them into the stew, and the things that came out were also delicious, so Feng Jinjie also made fun of him, "Ten fingers do not touch the spring water, come to make soup for me."

"It's windy, go back to your room. I'm going to get firewood and make a fire. ”

In the twilight, the catkins were swept up to the sky by the wind, and Lu Dongli looked at Feng Jinjie's very thin dress, and the pure white silk on his body was disturbed like flowing water, blowing his neck and mostly bare chest to the wind, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. The man smiled, grabbed his left hand, and made him sit beside him.

His palms are still warm, and his palms are still slender and powerful, as if there is a warm blood flowing in his veins that the cold wind can't cool.

"What's the hurry?"

Feng Jinjie said this, and pulled Lu Dongli to watch the sunset by his side. The sunset burned half of the cloudy sky to the west, and the sun slid down, and a golden light was shining.

The veins of the flat forest, the cold mountain area, the twilight is getting darker.

Lu Dongli looked at the people around him, the man in white looked towards the last bit of red glow in the sky, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what to do.

He just accompanies each other indifferently.

A long time ago, Feng Jinjie once said to him, I like that although you yourself are a saint, you don't ask others to follow you as a saint. They know each other like water and do not interfere with each other, that person's temperament is not shocked, and the waves in his heart are not easy for others to know.

…… Lu Dongli remembered that the man was on the city wall of Dingyuan Pass, under a white moon in the desert, and asked him with a smile, I am dead, what will happen to you? However, it wasn't until the executioner's knife fell on the execution ground and blood splashed the sky and the earth that he was truly unforgettable—the wind and strength that shielded him from the wind and rain like dark arrows and spears, and always stood unshakable, would also be painful and weak, and there would also be a flesh and blood body, which would be injured and die.

However, he couldn't do anything for him, at most he stayed by his side, helped him to get drunk like a jade mountain's slender body, and the next day, persuaded him to drink less. Or when the storm fades away, watch the evening scene at dusk with him side by side under the willows by the pool.

Though...... The back is as beautiful as a match.

Feng Jinjie kept holding his hand under the big sleeves of the two, and gradually the scholar next to him was still smiling on his face, but the tips of his fingers gradually trembled slightly.

He looked at the sky and said to Lu Dongli: "I remember that when the two of us were leading the troops in Dingyuan, when the day was uncertain, you said a few words about life and death in Zhuangzi. ”

After saying this, he looked back and smiled at the man's clear face...... A wisp of thought, like a cigarette cage eyebrows.

"Life and death are short, how can you force it? Is it not confusing to know that evil is to be happy? To the evil is to know the evil to die is not the weak and do not know the evil of the return? To the evil husband of the deceased does not regret the beginning of the life? ”

A soft voice flowed from Lu Dong's lips, as beautiful as the rhythm of music.

The length of a person's life is barely enough. How do I know that greed for life is not a mistake? How do I know that people's fear of death is not like being exiled when they were young and not knowing how to return to their homeland? How do I know that the dead will not regret his former survival?

Feng Jinjie smiled slightly, pointing to the ancient road of the west wind under the sunset in the distance, "I am alive, like a never-ending wandering." ”

Lu Dongli was slightly startled, grabbed his hand hard, and looked at his eyes with some trepidation.

"Jinjie ......"

"Death is like returning from a snowstorm."

The man in white did not dodge his gaze, but looked at him fixedly, Lu Dongli knew that Feng Jinjie had bipolar moving eyes, peach blossoms with smiling spring water, like woven eyelashes, and black pupils like crow wings.

A life is like a mooring, a lifetime, just like flying catkins, flying with the wind, dying more than once, where is the place to stop?

Xiaolou dreamed, he chose the pride and pain of the sergeant for thousands of years, he looked at Lu Dongli, the green robe and wide sleeves, the person was as light as a chrysanthemum, just like the scholar style of the tired dynasties.

Feng Jinjie took Lu Dongliang's hand and slowly slid it up his chest, so under the scholar's trembling fingertips, there was a heart that was beating steadily.

"East Fence...... I ask you, who are you to me? ”

The man's whole body was like a willow branch in the wind, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"It's a good friend, it's a ...... Friend. ”

The young man in white was still smiling lazily, he loved this person, even if he was embarrassed or at a loss, he was serious and sincere, and he would never change.

He nodded, whispered in his ear.

"If you hurt me, I will hurt, if you suffer, I will suffer, if you are not happy, I will not be happy, if you die......"

Lu Dongli pressed one hand on his left chest, and his heartbeat was not chaotic at all.

For a moment he thought about escaping, retreating into the farthest corner, ignoring the answer to the weight of the matter.

But the wind festival just smiled, free.

"If you die, I won't be able to say this life-and-death story here."

The man, so generously, pulled him and hugged him, and the softer his voice became, on his lips and spit in his mouth.

He just hugged each other in his arms and kissed him, stained with the fragrance of his daughter's red wine, and he clearly felt that the other party's palm gently rubbed his shoulders and back, rubbing, very warm.

With such a private intimacy, he couldn't even move, so he had to slide out of his mouth by the tip of the man's soft tongue rubbing the roof of his mouth, lingering on the lip flap, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Feng Jinjie turned his hand, rubbed on his waist, and sighed: "Dongli, you are so thin." ”

By this time, the man who should have listened to him had kissed him so dizzy that he was lying on his shoulder, his throat trembling uncontrollably, and his mind was blank.

It's not etiquette to hug and snuggle your lips and tongue like this, why do you ...... Jinjie, still full of natural calmness.

His coat of praise was sloppy, and even the inner shirt was faded to his shoulders. Feng Jinjie raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled the jade on his head, and his black hair poured down, entangled with the black silk on the shoulders of the person on the couch. At that time, Lu Dongli realized that his hair was even scattered, so he just closed his eyes tightly and let the man shake gently as if he were joking.

The man's fingers untied his inner and outer robes, his upper and lower robes, and the layers of his clothes. How many years did Lu Dongli live, and how many years he read the sage books, but at this moment, the scriptures and rituals and teachings in his mind were blank...... Three thousand worlds, all into one.

He caught a glimpse of Feng Jinjie pulling the placket of his white thin shirt, and gently pulled it, and the black hair that was close to the waist sprinkled on the slender and handsome body, chic and beautiful.

The man smiled and said, "You are too thin," and then the warm fingertips slid across his shoulders, chest, and hips, resting on his almost spasmodic skinny thighs, rubbing slightly. Even his choked throat moaned and took it into his plump lips.

His lustful needs have always been weak, and there are not many days when he has sex with his wife, and every time he follows the rules, he is safe and secure, and he is indifferent to half of the person's style.

The wind was very meek and clinging to his arched body, rubbing his shrugging shoulders, his cheeks and limbs tangled. Lu Dongli felt that his chest was rising and falling like a sob, and he was just facing the warmth of that person. Even he couldn't stand it, and the fingers he scratched around were gently copied and kissed slightly.

The extremely warm voice said to him, fool, don't say what you don't say, don't say it, get out of the way.

He closed his eyes and mouth, letting his long hair wrap around his neck and his shoulders.

In the twilight, the peach blossoms floated down and landed on his body, which was trembling and flushed with movement, covered by the burning lips and tongue, and turned into a crimson color that penetrated deep into the texture.

He shuddered and called the man's name, his nasal voice mixed with a small grunt, almost silent, clinging to the man's full-shouldered arm, his fingertips scratching deep and shallow scratches on the man's smooth ridge.

Unbearable affection, unbearable indulgence, Dong Li could still feel his trembling waist and tight legs, and the other party's movements were shaken, he pressed his face against the man's hot shoulder socket, and the other party left a string of wet kisses in his ears.

He promised him, "Dong Li, I'm here, his voice a little choppy and his breath was mellow and low.

Kill him.

The scholar was so drowsy, panting and moaning and the sound of the bamboo couch swaying, mixed together. Jinjie naturally wouldn't kill him, but at the moment of love, he bullied and pressed him, and in his suddenly sharp subtle wail, he felt that stalled heartbeat.

So he attached himself to him like a vine unto death.

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As if drunk.

Lu Dongli's whole person was like a bone for a while, softened into a ball, couldn't stop panting, beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and hung fine eyelashes.

The man casually draped his blue robe over his shoulders, and carried him back from outside, still holding his arms lightly, and kissing him on the forehead and shoulder.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Feng Jinjie, and his flushed cheeks were almost stained with a trace of pale color. Looking down, in front of me is the smooth and powerful lines of the man's upper arm, with a delicate texture.

Once that day, he personally supervised the battle at the head of the city, and the man was struggling to live and die on the couch, and he only heard that General Feng was seriously injured and rescued from a coma, covered in blood, stained with white robes.

I couldn't help but raise my hand, and before I could touch the man's shoulder, I heard him sigh in a low voice.

Feng Jinjie's fingertips groped the corners of his eyebrows, and his voice was quite lonely.

He said, "I don't know when it was hurt."

He was shocked to find that he looked down at the new wounds and old scars all over his body, his face flushed, and he bent his body, as if as long as he didn't want to look at it, he could escape the shame of that moment.

The other party just calmly held his chin with his hand, and smiled at his face.

Then he said again, "Dongli, you're so thin......

The end of the sentence dragged out a long voice, leisurely like a sigh.

On that day, the catkins were fluttering, and the spring peaches were blooming; At that moment, the sun had set, and the heavens and the earth were clear. Feng Jinjie just hugged Lu Donglian's thin shoulders tightly in his arms, closed his eyes and smiled.

Don't think about it, life is sudden, a hundred years later, where to stop, where to sustenance, who lives and dies with me, who allows me to be gentle.

(ENDS)