Sealing Knife

When Ye Fusheng woke up, it was already the next day.

He blinked and had some dry eyes. There was a pot of boiled paste in his head. The whole body seemed to become dough, and there was no energy at all. It seemed to be mixed with peas and it made the body sore and sore.

"..." Ye Fusheng stared at the ceiling for a while with a pair of dead fish eyes. He held his breath in his throat for a long time before barely squeezing out his lips and teeth, but it was concise, "Mother's."

The bunny really grew up, and from a humming crying bag became young and angry like a wolf, even if it was barely tempered, he almost tossed his old bones.

Ye Fusheng rarely had the idea of ​​scolding his mother. As a result, she was unable to scold after searching the stomach and scratching his stomach. Thinking about the broken picture before the cub turned into a wolf, he rolled his eyes and tilted his head.

When Chu Xiwei returned, he saw the person on the bed paralyzed into an air-dried salted fish, with his head on the side wall. He silenced for a moment and immediately closed the door. He put the copper tray in his hand on the wooden table, walked over to the bed and leaned down, felt his lips against Ye Fusheng's forehead for a while, and finally determined that the other party had no fever.

The young man mentioned a heart slowly falling in his throat. He whispered to Ye Fusheng: "Master, don't sleep, I'll hold you up to eat something, OK?"

Ye Fusheng shivered for the gentleness and meticulousness of his eight lifetimes, and Chu Xiwei felt the people in his arms tremble and suddenly became nervous: "Are you cold? I will light the brazier."

"... Don't move, help me get up."

Ye Fusheng's belly full of nonsense is like a catfish in the throat, and finally decided to keep a little face, forcing himself to swallow the words that came to his mouth, and squeezed out the gentle smile of the grandmother and wolf.

Unfortunately, this smile didn't last long. When Ye Fusheng took a tonic soup from Chu Xiwei, all the expressions on his face collapsed in a second. Some kind of indescribable taste was like Huo Leizhu mixed with Wuwei powder on the tip of tongue He exploded, and his head hummed before he fell down.

He swallowed the soup with the greatest patience in his life, and looked at Chu Xiwei, covering his stomach: "My teacher is here?"

Chu Xi, who was full of anticipation but did not reveal her voice, was stunned and said blankly, "Ah?"

Ye Fusheng stared at him: "You made this bowl of soup?"

"... Well, I, I asked my uncle, and he said ... I'd like to eat something to digest and replenish qi and blood afterwards." Chu Xiwei's heart was not shaken by Ye Fusheng before Qian Jun. The wrinkles become dry, and it is rare to stutter. "Is it, is it difficult to drink?"

After an upset last night, Chu Xiwei woke up early this morning, watching Ye Fusheng, who was tired and sleepy around him, suddenly filled with supreme satisfaction, holding a person under the quilt and touching it for a while. It was only then that she stood up with extreme disappointment, and was even lighter than being a thief, and never awakened Ye Fusheng from beginning to end.

He never knew that he would have such a greedy and contented desire for another life.

Chu Xiwei took care of everything, sitting on the bed and staring at Ye Fusheng's sleeping face. When the sun hit three poles and the sunlight came in, he recovered, and swept the bamboo curtain to cover it with his palm. The light, when he went out, summoned his confidant to stay in the room without leaving, but he arbitrarily dealt with two meals, striding into the small stove house in the courtyard with the footsteps of braveness and almost flying.

Brushing the pot to boil water, adding firewood to watch the fire, cooking with ingredients ... A simple thing like a bowl of ginseng chicken soup is something that Chu Xi has never done before.

However, don't you start with these ordinary times in your lifetime?

Ye Fusheng looked at Chu Xi's slightly disturbed expression, and suddenly sighed, hardened his heart and sipped out the soup in the bowl, then fell down on him feebly, sighing, "They all said that the world's most difficult relationship It ’s a mother-in-law, I was originally worried that you would n’t be able to get along with my wife and sister, now ... I think you two should be very close. "

Chu Xiwei was a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to turn the subject up here, so he had to follow him and said: "Duan Qingdao is really good."

Ye Fusheng was distressed and could not beat his chest: "Yeah, he is so good, but why did you learn this from him ?!"

Chu Xi looked at the soup bowl and thought about the outrageous "Canglu" of the pot, and finally realized that his temper would be annoyed and angry. As a result, he bowed his head to the upper leaf and smiled, so he was angry. Not coming out.

"Since it's hard to drink, why do you want to drink it all?" Chu Xiwei hugged him, rubbing on his shoulders, his tone slowed down, "You don't have to be disgusted, I will learn slowly in the future, it will always be good."

"You're all in my heart, I don't think it's enough to hold it. How can it be wasted?" Ye Fusheng returned his hand to his back and smiled, "It's okay to learn well, but next time you take a sip."

Chu Xiwei reluctantly "um" from the nose.

Ye Fusheng was tickled by this nasal sound, but the pain in his waist reminded him of what happened last night. His eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers lifted Chu Xiwei's chin, and a kiss like a dragonfly on his lips. Affectionate paragraph said: "Good student, Master can be tossed by you last night, how should you compensate?"

For a time, Chu Xiwei went from red neck to tip of ear. Ye Fusheng held his face and looked left and right. He saw that he was uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it. He had to say, "Follow you."

Ye Fusheng's teeth tickled when he looked at him like this, and he deliberately put people on the spot to increase the prestige of Fa-rectification.

Leaning back, he stretched out his feet and kicked Chu Xi slightly, his eyes swept across the room and said, "Go, take the makeup box."

This place is the Jiuyao City outside the Western Region. Chu Xiwei brought people that night and knocked on the gate with the token given by Duanqing. The news naturally went straight to the city's main palace.

However, he did not come by accident, the city owner had to go to Wangdu because of the war, leaving only his heart to guard the mansion. The man was clever, recognized the token as a special token that the master had confessed in his early years, and saw the breath of the blood and fire of the horses of the Central Plains team, thinking about the front line battles and the city's armed defense, he did not dare to speak out and brought it himself The old man in Fuzhong opened the secret road and brought Chu Xiwei and others into the backyard of the main palace. They were arranged in the courtyard of the concubine of Ji.

Jiu Yaocheng's main character is happy, and she has been recruiting beautiful women three years after the death of his wife, so even if someone leaks a little wind, he can always use this as an excuse to delay for a while and a half.

The house where Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng lived was originally the residence of Meiji, a Xinna. The woman made a mistake the other day and was disposed of, and the room was vacated. There was no other house hurriedly arranged. The scent of fat powder, but some things are too lazy to move, and stay here.

At this time he looked back, and indeed did put a exquisite workmanship box in front of the dressing table. Immediately, he had a bad hunch in his heart, and he said incredulously: "Do you want to paint me as a woman?"

Ye Fusheng looked at him from head to toe and shook his head: "The person is too tall, the chest is too hard, the **** is not big enough."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He stretched a coffin face to bring things over, Ye Fusheng opened the box, carefully searched for those dazzling powders, and ticked his finger at him: "Come up, close your eyes."

Chu Xiwei's expression was like a strong man's broken wrist for a moment.

He went to bed frivolously and sat cross-legged in front of Ye Fusheng. The latter measured his distance with his fingers and shook his head: "Ayao, your skin is white, clean and detailed, no makeup and powder burden, but only few cheeks. Some **** colors, looking cold and easy to get sick, but some color on the cheekbones. "

The fingertip rubbed thinly on the rouge, and lightly tapped on both sides of Chu Xiwei's eyes, slowly fading out, the color was not rich, but it added a layer of invisible blood to the pale face.

"Your eyebrows are thin and long, and look weaker than your temperament. You need to cut off the end of the eyebrow and cut out the sharp edge, and add one or two with Qingque Shidai."

Chu Xiwei's pair of eyebrows resembled a very biological mother. If he had grown up with a harsh temperament, he would not be able to suppress this pair of Liumei's delicate expressions. At this time, Ye Fusheng picked up a thin knife and scraped it against his eyebrows, Chu Xi slightly biting his scalp and endured the feeling of the knife across the face, followed by a light blow to remove the scattered broken hair, replaced by a Ge Shidai carefully described, the self-cultivation of the sharp edge quietly lengthened the dark black eyebrows and tails, added a bit of enchanting deception.

"The eyes are like apricots, the outer corners are blunt; there are lying silkworms underneath, and there is a **** when laughing. This is a full-bodied look, which is perfect for you, as for this lip ..."

Feeling the finger slip to the corner of the lips, Chu Xiwei finally couldn't help it: "Hurry up."

"Be patient, rabbit." Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, but bit his fingertips, smeared a red line on Chuxi's micro lips, and then spread them gently from the inside out. "Your lips are slightly thin, watching Some stereotypes are sharp, and this color is more suitable. "

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fusheng pulled the celadon hairpins on his hair, and the crows and feathers were flying and spreading, his fingers flexibly passed through the black hair, and a bunch of hairpins were quickly curled behind the head from the front Only half of the silhouette of the head of the crowned crane can be seen.

He leaned back against the bed rail, arms around his arms, and smiled slightly: "Okay."

Chu Xiwei opened his eyes slightly and saw a small round mirror.

People in the mirror are familiar and strange.

Ye Fusheng looked at the stunned look on that face, and explained: "The face is dyed with vermilion color, and the body is red, the eyebrows are cut and the ink is drawn, and the emotion is emotional; as for this lip ..."

The unfinished words disappeared between the lips, the blood was licked and cleaned by Chu Xiwei's tongue, he gently held Ye Fusheng's lips, and he was very gentle and gentle.

A stream of light flashed very quickly in Ye Fusheng's eyes. The two fell back to the bed again during the entanglement. He used his cleverness to inadvertently press Chu Xi slightly under him, igniting without traces, and kissing Chu lightly. Xi Wei's eyebrows attracted his attention, and his inflexible right palm pulled the clothing of the people under him, revealing a large complexion of chest and abdomen with pale skin and a well-shaped texture, and kissed down the face and neck.

However, after his left hand was placed on Chu Xiwei's waist, he was tightly grasped at the wrist at the moment of falling.

"!!!"

Ye Fusheng raised his head in amazement, just to meet Chu Xiwei's eyes as he stood up. At the next moment, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and he plunged his head into the bedding, but his body was crushed.

Chu Xiwei sat on his knees on both sides of his body, one hand fell on his face, one hand pinched Ye Fusheng's restless left hand, the hair scattered again, a few strands of green silk covered up with a thin red face, makeup Qing Dai 'S eyebrows raised lightly: "Master, are you still fooling when I am an eight-year-old kid?"

"..." Ye Fusheng stunned and smiled. He opened his mouth and licked Chu Xi's fingertips that fell slightly on the corners of his lips, and his eyebrows were deep. "The good guys are indeed breathing and growing up ... "

The last three words were slightly bitten, and Chu Xiwei shook his hand, then immediately withdrew and sideways, letting Ye Fusheng's left leg bend when he did not know when.

"If I don't give you some color to look at, I am really old and useless as a master!"

Men have a strong and competitive heart. When this kind of heart is put on the bed, they bring a different style of fun. The two did not use the internal force at the same time. They only competed on the bed by moves, and Ye Fusheng was injured. Chu Xiwei also used his right hand not to take advantage of him, and for a time he struggled to solve the problem, and he rolled into a big ball on the bed together with the wrapped bedding.

After a while, Chu Xiwei finally pressed Ye Fusheng back under him, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, he was unwilling to move the meal, and he did not turn his head back and said: "If there is no emergency, the consequences will be at your own risk!"

The subordinate outside the door shivered inexplicably for these short eight words and said bitterly, "Respect, Respect Lord, Lord Jiu Yao is back, and is waiting in the yard."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Ye Fusheng said with a heart, "God help me", seize the opportunity to throw people out of bed, waiting for the slight temper tantrum, he stood up on his waist, put on a crane, and received a decent look: " It's not good to be overshadowed by others, let's go out and see. "

"..."

Chu Xiwei stared at him deadly, and after a while he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I write down, you wait."

Ye Fusheng smiled and saw his teeth invisible: "Okay, come to Japan and wait for the teacher."

A moment later, the two went out of the room one after the other. Chu Xiwei held his head against the court to see that no one was pleasing to the eye, but Ye Fusheng smiled with a happy face.

Jiu Yao City Lord Isar has been over sixty years old, his slightly curly brown hair has been pale, his face is old because of the wind and sand, but his body is still strong and straight, and his spirit is dignified. So that when he looked up, Chu Xi instinctively blocked Ye Fusheng in front.

Ye Fusheng patted him on the shoulder, his eyes quickly sweeping across Isar. The hooded cloak of the nine lords of the Yaoyao still carried sand and dust.

The right hand wearing the emerald ring touched the gold token in the palm, brushing the snake like nine heads one by one, and finally stopped on the portrait of the woman on the back. The eagle best at hunting.

Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei frowned at the same time. It was not like looking at strangers, but looking for something on them.

However, Isar was disappointed.

"Ahuen ..." He tightened his fingers and murmured something. Chu Xiwei didn't understand foreign languages, but Ye Fusheng was stunned at this moment.

Ahuen, the language of the late Rong Dynasty, stands for "brother" in the Central Plains language. However, Ye Fusheng quickly recalled the information about the contemporary royal family at the end of the Rong Dynasty. Although he knew ominously, he had never heard of any blood brothers of Isar, the hero of Jiu Yao.

He was thinking about it, and Isar spoke again, changing into a fluent Zhongyuan dialect, and Shen Sheng asked, "Who ... are you from Muqing Shang?"