In the room, two people sit and stand.

Shen Wuwan's eyes reflected candles, as if they were filled with a small light, which made him more and more gentle.

"That's right." He admits it frankly.

"You can have such a creation now, it is extremely difficult to come by, how can you delay in being a woman and make a big mistake." He persuaded in a low voice, "This time, if you can break through the love tribulation, you will definitely be able to break through the Great Perfection of the Heart-burning Recipe and win the world." ”

"Won?" Shen Yanchu's eyes were heavy.

"Winning the realm, once in a hundred years!" Shen Wuwan stroked his palms and sighed, "Don't forget, you have worked hard to practice martial arts in order to avenge your mother one day." ”

"It turns out that my uncle still remembers my aunt." Shen Yanchu was half sneering and half mocking.

The man choked in his throat and lowered his face: "Rong Rong died tragically, how can I not be heartbroken, but it's a pity that ......"

He curled up his fingers, closed his eyes and sighed, and said bitterly: "It's a pity that I hurt my foundation in my early years, although I have a heart, I am powerless." ”

"It turns out that my uncle still has a heart?" Shen Yanchu's tone was even colder.

The other person opens his eyelids.

In the line of sight, Shen Yanchu was long and jade, and when he stood in the dark, he almost blended with the night, and his timbre was terrifyingly dull.

"A-Niang was harmed by you, is it possible, my uncle thinks that this matter can be hidden?"

Shen Wuwan was stunned.

"I have been chasing the murderer for many years, and I have been secretly misled." Shen Yanchu stared at him, "Presumably, these eyeliners were also arranged by you, uncle." ”

"What nonsense!" Shen Wuwan drank coldly.

"It seems that my uncle is planning to deny it." He took two steps closer and stood in the light, the candle flame casting a glare around him, dazzling and aggressive.

"My uncle met the murderer as early as ten years ago." Shen Yanchu muttered, his dark eyes were so cold that there was no trace of temperature, "Wangfeng Tower, the person who killed my aunt, the gold lord who instructed you to come to the estuary." ”

"Actually, it's the same person." He sank his eyes.

Shen Wuwan walked down and lowered his eyebrows: "What nonsense are you talking about, I am a compatriot with Rong Rong's mother, and we have been dependent on each other since childhood, how can I harm her!" Ridiculous, ridiculous! ”

The man was furious, and Shen Yanchu looked at him unmoved.

"Burn your heart, enter the Tao with ruthlessness, break your feelings, and have no distractions. Uncle practiced this technique, and brotherhood is of little importance to you. Shen Yanchu sneered, "Such a careful plan to lure me into the game and sacrifice a few people can make me reach the pinnacle on the road of martial arts, and turn me into a murderous puppet who can only obey orders." Am I wrong about this? ”

Shen Wuwan was speechless for a long time.

"You're right." Shen Wuwan suddenly laughed, as if the person in front of him who was connected to his bloodline was nothing more than a dead thing in his eyes.

"From the moment you practiced the Mind Burning Technique, it was already doomed."

He clasped his hands together and sighed: "Could it be that you really think that the girl of the Liu family regards you as a good match?" ”

"Don't forget, the Liu family is bloody, and you can't get rid of it."

"If you hadn't captured that boatman in advance, how could you have done it!" Shen Wuwan drank violently.

These words were like a thunderbolt, whipping into the bones, making Shen Yanchu stunned.

It's cold all over the body!

"If you don't want her to know, you can't help it." Shen Wuwan said faintly, walked to the desk with his hands in his hand, and pushed open a wooden box, "Tomorrow morning, I want to see the secret book of Penglai Island in the box." ”

The night sank, and Shen Yanchu returned to the room.

The house was lonely and had not yet been lit.

He followed the frosty moonlight outside the window and walked to a window.

As soon as the wind passed, the bell made a soft sound.

He looked into the distance, the grass and trees were thick, and a few fireflies shuttled through the forest, and then dispersed, drifting into the thick night sky, and the faint light of the insects faded.

He stood quietly in front of the window, for an unknown amount of time.

Until the stars shifted, the sun was thin and the clouds melted, and the blue sky reflected a pair of dull eyes.

There was a sigh from inside the room.

Shen Yanchu stumbled a few steps, lost his mind, and sat down. Like the child who sat in the snow ten years ago, bent his legs, curled up, and sat in the cold ground.

All arrogance, all forbearance, and all strength are all gone.

He buried his head in the crook of his arm, and grasped a purse in the palm of his right hand, and when his fingertips were tightly clasped, the neatly embroidered satin of the purse folded into a few folds.

Ruyan, how should I treat you......

The wind blows, the bell rings.

The bell seemed to be mixed with the sound of morning dew rolling down, one by one, slowly sliding down.

Eventually, he got his shirt wet......

It's good to have a sunny day.

Liu Ruyan put the washed shirt in the sun, and at the end, she turned her apricot eyes and saw that under the arch of the small courtyard, Shen Yan was waiting there and smiling at her.

She wiped her hands clean and trotted straight through.

Shen Yanchu took her hand and led people to the front.

Back to the premises.

He covered the doors and windows one by one.

Liu Ruyan sat in front of the case, with a sudden expression: "Your uncle lives next door, and he bumped into him, which is really not good." ”

Shen Yanchu smiled, turned around to open the cabinet door, and took out a jar of wine.

The wine jar was no bigger than the mouth of the bowl, and he lowered his voice while lifting the mud seal: "I promised to give you osmanthus wine before, and I still counted it." ”

Liu Ruyan smelled the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers, stretched out her hand to hug the wine jar, and a smile overflowed in her eyes: "Devil, you treat me really well, you actually remember this." ”

She took a sip of it, and the sweet aroma was even better than the last time.

Shen Yanchu took a cup, poured a cup for her, and pushed it over: "Is there any movement over there in Wangfeng Tower?" ”

Liu Ruyan picked up the cup and said, "I heard that the gold lord has arrived at the mouth of the river, so I am waiting for him to appear." ”

Shen Yanchu remained silent: "Are you sure?" ”

She leaned back on the Hu chair leisurely: "Since the secret book of Zhouzi is in my hands, if he wants to go to Penglai, he will definitely come to see him." ”

Shen Yanchu's eyebrows frowned: "The opponent is cunning, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to deal with it, if you encounter an accident......"

He paused and didn't dare to say more.

Liu Ruyan patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "It's not because of you that I'm so bold that I'm fattened." ”

He pondered, "To be on the safe side, you might as well give me the secret book for safekeeping." ”

Liu Ruyan held on to the wine glass, took out a free hand and pulled it into his arms, and threw it to him: "Oh, be careful yourself." ”

Shen Yan's heart was slightly warm, and he nodded with a light smile.

He leaned down and hugged her, the smile still in his eyes: "Ruyan—"

She looked up.

Shen Yanchu completely pulled it over, seeing that it was about to touch the corner of her lips, she couldn't help but twist her face away, blushing: "I just drank wine, you will get drunk if you touch it." ”

"It's okay—" He smiled wider.

A kiss fell, tasting the beads of her lips, slowly tracing the shape of her lips.

The fragrance of osmanthus lingers with her daughter's incense, in the room, the wine cup rolls down the end of the case, and outside the room, the magpie flutters its wings and branches.

Shen Yanchu held her in one hand and lay on her back on the desk.

The clothes are overlapped, the green silk is connected, she straightens her neck, the clothes slide off the crisp shoulders, and the red plum dots are printed, and in an instant, the beauty is boundless.

She seemed to be stepping on a cloud, biting her lip, and without a trace of strength, she melted in a blazing lava.

He picked up the man and walked slowly to the bed.

Between the beds, the brocade is covered with mandarin ducks, and when the love is thick, the red dust is thousands of miles......