"Who are you? How did they run into the well? "What came from above was not the scythe of the god of death who Guan Youjun imagined to harvest her life, but the loud voice of a young man in Qingyue.

Because I couldn't see my face in the moonlight, the voice came with a sense of ethereal and clarity; In Guan Youjun's ears, it is no less than Tianlai.

He is like the breeze on the river, and when the wind rises, it takes away the frost.

Not the one who came to kill her! Hope suddenly rose in Guan Youjun's heart, and the warmth seemed to wander around her limbs again, she would be saved!

"I—I'm the little passer of the celebrant priest. Who is there, and can you pull me out of the bottom of the well? ”

The person above did not speak, as if he was tilting his head to look at her; After staring at her for a while, he said, "Wait a minute! - "Then there was the sound of footsteps moving away.

As time passed, Guan Youjun and the others were anxious, and their minds began to think wildly: It can't be that they are afraid of causing trouble and run away...... Or did he feel like he was lying to him? ……

Guan Youjun's heart was in chaos, and he was suddenly hit by something that fell from above, interrupting his thoughts-

She looked at it, and it was with a thick hemp rope—

The voice from above continued: "I went to the cold palace and found this. You hold on, I'll pull you up—"

Hemp rope in the cold palace? It can't be used to hang yourself, right? Guan Youjun wants to cry without tears, and when she goes out, she has to take a bath with grapefruit leaves to get rid of bad luck......

Guan Youjun didn't hesitate, wrapped the hemp rope around his arm a few times, and then kicked the stone wall to borrow strength-

"I'm all right! -" Guan Youjun shouted.

The rope on the top moved, and began to pull Guan and Jun up slowly, she was halfway up, and the place where she stepped on the stone wall was a slippery moss, "Ah! - "Her feet slipped, but the rope fell a lot—

Guan Youjun looked at the man who was dragged into the well by half of his body, and asked embarrassedly: "You, ......are you okay?"

"Don't worry, it's okay! I'll keep pulling you! ——" The voice above was still clear, without a hint of blame, but Guan Youjun heard a hint of urgency to grit his teeth.

When the rope slowly pulled up, Guan Youjun was a hundred thousand careful. When the two finally worked together, allowing Guan Youjun to lie on the edge of the well and see the starry sky outside, she was stunned, what a beautiful boy this is! ——

The young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a cyan eunuch costume, with a thin figure, and the blue veins on his arms were faintly visible;

The narrow eyes are slender, as if they are about to sink into the sideburns like a knife cut; The brilliance in his eyes is flowing, his vision is faint, and he has a pair of natural affectionate eyes.

Even if the whole person is dressed in the eunuch costume, it can't hide his special demeanor: joy is like nine springs, and the chime is like autumn frost.

He has a kind of gentle and elegant temperament written in the poem, "When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes", and does not fight or grab.

Looking at his face, there is a feeling that the spring breeze is about to rise, the river is dyed green, and the spring solstice is quiet.

Guan and Jun were a little stunned...... In modern parlance, a teenager is a face with a light ceiling.

Han Yin was full of manliness at the beginning, and his facial features were bright and dazzling; But the person in front of him, with a refreshing beauty of "moisturizing things silently", even if he stands beside Han Yinchu, he will not look inferior because of his indifferent temperament.

On the contrary, the two of them stood together, just making up the sentence "Crazy, chivalrous and gentle".

Guan and Jun couldn't help but think a little more, if the two of them could pack up and make their debut...... No, you don't have to make your debut to be raised by a rich woman, this kind of stunning beauty in the world, how can you easily fall into the dust? ……

The man didn't seem to notice Guan Youjun's gaze and wandering in the world, he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and after pulling Guan Youjun up completely, the two of them lay flat on the ground together-

Guan Youjun let his violently undulating chest gasp, and thought about such a handsome guy lying beside him, and suddenly felt the old deer crashing in his chest, and after a while, he felt regained his vitality and full of vitality-

She jumped up as soon as she rolled and came to the person who saved her: "Little brother, what do you call it!" ”

Guan Hejun, who crossed over, was not big, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he also looked thin and malnourished, so when she called Luo Yaokong her little brother, Luo Yaokong didn't think much about it-

He smiled warmly, and his moist gaze fell on Guan Youjun: "My surname is Luo, everyone calls me 'Xiao Luozi', it seems that I should be a few years older than you, if you don't dislike it, you can call me 'Brother Luo'." ”

Guan Youjun's head suddenly shook like a rattle: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, how can I dislike it!" Brother Luo was shocked, and it was my great honor to be able to call 'brother'! ”

Suddenly, Guan and Jun Mengmeng returned to "Water Margin", laughing like a second fool, and couldn't wait to take the word "brother" as his mantra.

"Me? Shocking? Luo Yaokong seemed to hear some strange words, and his face was full of disbelief: "No one has ever praised me with such words, everyone says that my appearance is just 'mediocre'." ”

Guan Youjun's eyes widened, why don't the people of the Dayong Dynasty have long eyes? Is this called "mediocre"? Louis Koo's mediocre! ~

"Brother Luo, my surname is Guan, if you don't dislike it, call me 'Xiaoguan'!"

Luo Yaokong untied the thick hemp rope tied around his waist: "How come? Nice to meet you, Koseki. ”

Guan Youjun was distressed when he saw the crumpled clothes that were strangled because of the rope, and even more distressed about the waist that he had just glimpsed......

An earthy love sentence suddenly popped up in her mind: her brother's waist is not a waist, and the scimitar of the deadly Saburo ......

Hiss-ha-hiss-ss - Guan Youjun sucked the saliva that didn't exist at the corner of his mouth, "By the way, Brother Luo, why did you run to a deserted place like the Cold Palace at night!" ”

Although Guan Youjun is a nymphomaniac, he is still sensible: this kind of place, or the night of the moon and the dark wind and high murder, who would come here inexplicably? ……

"Cheng Si Rite Supervisor Guan Gonggong's blessing, we can be internal servants, and we can rest like the adults of the previous dynasty, and I ...... No family, no friends...... None. Even if he rested, he didn't know where to go, so he simply came to this cold palace to find a pure ......"

In the end, there seems to be a faint sigh, falling into the wind, without a trace.

Guan Youjun: I'm damned! ~

"By the way, Xiao Guan, you just said in the well that you are also the celebrant supervisor, do you know that Guan Gonggong?" Luo Yaokong smiled, like a branch magnolia blooming, and the spring arrived: "We are all grateful to Grandpa Guan!" Although I still serve the dignitaries and dignitaries, I can occasionally have a chance to catch my breath......