Undying Patient

Recently, a great event happened in Zhuhua Kingdom-the landlord Hua Wuyan of Huaqi Lou unexpectedly sent a general request to Chongluo National General Feng Jiuli.

This post is unique to the prostitutes in the dust, only Hua Kui can send it on the first floor, and Hua Wuyan has posted it once since the first beauty of Zhu Huaguo, as a **** doctor After Yun Mengchen got it, but the **** doctor Yun Mengchen had to post it, he never came out again.

Although Hua Wuyan is now an old man, he is still the most beautiful person in Huaqilou, so he can still post his fate.

Now he has posted another post to Chongluo Guofeng Jiuli. Even if he has released the words that the Jinpen washed his hands and no longer connects to the curtain, he still makes everyone jokingly guess whether the general will be like Like the **** doctor Yun Mengchen, when he entered Huaqilou, he never wanted to go out again, and was then trapped in Hua Wuyan's peony tattoo.

Feng Jiuli was only a bit surprised when he received the fate, but when he received the letter from his three elder brother Yun Mengchen, this surprise became a strong interest.

He scratched the letters of the posts on both sides, and Hua Wuyan's affinities were well-formed, and the words were elegant and sincere. There was no trace of prostitutes. Extraordinary atmosphere; and the correspondence sent by Yun Mengchen and affiliates was even more affectionate Sincerely, I was afraid he would not accept Hua Wuyan's fate, and asked him to come to Huaqilou in a nearly pleading tone.

Feng Jiuli couldn't help but sneer at seeing it. Previously, he avoided the painting but thought that his three elder brothers and he were a pair. He said that the reason why Hua Wuyan was not allowed to retire was his three elder brothers, but now it seems that this is not the case. .

The world is hard to find the first night spent in Zhuhua. Even if they spend all their money, they have to meet him. Since they are not a couple, he now has a fate, so why not see him?

Put the margin stickers and letters in the wooden box and close it. Feng Jiuli assembled his robes and got up to leave. He saw the attendant enter from the door and respectfully said, "General, Miss Jun Jiasi, please."

Feng Jiuli frowned when he heard the word “Jun's Family”. After hearing Xiaoyan's words, his face sank, and he waved, "No, let her go back and forth."

"Ah?" The waiter looked up blankly, but saw his general's figure disappearing quickly at the gate.

When Feng Jiuli came to the door of Peony Pavilion where Hua Wuyan met his guests on weekdays, he just ran into his third brother and greeted him, "Three brothers."

Yun Mengchen's soul didn't seem to be on his body, and his expression was arrogant. When he heard his voice, his eyes had a focal length, but half of his eyes looked away from him, and the other half was jealous.

He responded indifferently: "Master is here, it's so fast."

Feng Jiuli saw his indifference, and nodded his brows as a response, and said nothing more. But as soon as I rubbed my shoulders with Yun Mengchen, I suddenly heard him shout, "Master!"

Feng Jiuli turned to Yun Mengchen: "Brother?"

"Jinzhi he, he" Yun Mengchen's lips opened several times, and finally bowed his head, "He is not well"

"Brother——" Feng Jiuli stopped and turned around. He just met with Hua Wuyan, but didn't want to do anything. Seeing his three brothers look like this, I'm afraid that he has grown deeply rooted in that flower? Master, if you know that Brother Three is in love with such a person, you don't know what it looks like.

Yun Mengchen raised his hand to stop his words, and said astringently, "Forget it, go in now, don't let him wait for a long time." After saying this, he turned around without leaving Feng Jiuli. It was just that the pace had lost its former stability, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Feng Jiuli raised his eyebrows when he saw this. After Yun Mengchen's figure completely disappeared around the corner, he raised his hand and opened the pear-wood door with the woody residue.

As soon as the door opened, a faint bamboo fragrance came slightly. This Peony Pavilion for guests is not like other places. No matter how bright the red candle is, the more the blue scent is, there is also a kind of sway. The unscrupulous atmosphere is rather elegant and bright, but there is no smell of filth and vulgarity, and it is no different from the arrogance of the scholar Yashi when playing tea, maybe it is because the pots of Wei Zi on the terrace are not in full bloom. Right.

Feng Jiuli took his eyes off and turned to look at the young man kneeling at the low table.

The man looked down, still wearing the same purple shirt that was used when the paintings met that day, and sat down on the other side of the low wooden table in Lihua properly. When he saw him in, he raised his head sullenly. Peach blossom eyes came with affection, as if looking forward to the infatuation of those who have long returned.

It's just that the prostitutes in this building enter the curtain with more guests. How can there be true obsession?

Feng Jiuli's expression was faint, and the smile on the corner of his lips had not changed too much. He opened his clothes and sat in front of Hua Wuyan.

When the young man saw him seated, he gently exhaled, and his body was no longer tense.

"This peony pavilion is more elegant than elsewhere." Feng Jiuli took his lip corner and took the cup from the table. He poured out the tea and drank it like a drink. "But Feng is a rough man. You do n’t need to be like this. ”

Su Jinzhi smiled softly and bowed to Feng Jiuli, saying: "The impoverished room must be praised by the general."

Feng Jiuli fought for ten years on the battlefield. The most annoying thing was the pretentious style of these people in Kyoto. So when he heard Su Jinzhi's words, he couldn't help laughing and looked up at Su Jinzhi, without covering his light Alas, slowly said, "Why can't you afford it? It's not a grand palace, Wu Yan is humble."

The young man trembled as he listened to him, and looked up in disbelief. He looked down at the man's indifferent eyes.

Feng Jiuli looked at him like this, his heart was more upset, and he secretly wondered if he had said something seriously, and he couldn't wipe his head and apologize.

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Su Jinzhi raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed dullly, then raised his eyes to meet the sight of Feng Jiuli, who was looking up, so that he could see his face clearly and laughed: "The general said, No Yan is wrong. "

Su Jinzhi scored a hundred points for himself.

Feng Jiuli confronted his fabulous and beautiful face, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he and he had met countless times, and he had never felt this emotion in the past few years. But even this time, they only met on both sides.

He frowned slightly, and looked away from the enemy's thousands of horses and never flinched. He looked indifferently at the magnificent peach blossom outside the window: "How can the son be wrong, it is hard for the son to invite Feng to come, Did you just hear you admit it? "

"Of course not." Su Jinzhi also lowered his eyes. He moved his body, kneeling around the low table and kneeling in front of Feng Jiuli, as if he was about to get into his arms.

Feng Jiuli watched his movements, his brows frowned even tighter. As the youth approached, it seemed that the peony flower scent from his flesh was also approaching. Feng Jiuli leaned back slightly, trying to avoid the youth Body.

But before he moved, the young man suddenly raised his hand, grasped his palm tightly, and then looked up at him.

Feng Jiuli was trying to break away, but stopped at the red eyes of the young man.

Previously, he was far apart on the painting pad, and he could not see clearly. At this time, he was close, and he found that the eyes and pupils of the young man were a touch of brown, like the precious amber he had played in the palm, reflecting the spring. The warm light was soaked by his tears, and he looked particularly clean and clear, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. The tears in the orbital rubbed the crimson mole in his eyes and hit the back of his hand.

Feared by his tears, Feng Jiuli drew his hands subconsciously, but was caught by the youth.

The young man held his palm with two cool hands and stuck it to his soft cheeks, and guided him to trace his inch-colored eyebrows, red eyes, and princess lips with his fingers, inch by inch--

"Wu Yan asked the general to come here today, but just wanted to ask the general to remember this face?"

The young man was in tears, holding his palm gently, "but remember"

But remember that Changle, Jinzhi who has been waiting for you for ten years.

Feng Jiuli touched his warm tears and looked at his delicate face for a moment before returning to his mind. Some rough palms touched the youthful cheeks, then raised his chin, and his lips chuckled: "Feng Mou didn't know where he had seen the son, but" the man paused, and taunted involuntarily when he spoke again. "The son is so good, if Feng Mou had ever seen it, he would never forget it. "

After speaking, he took back his hand, took the white papa on the table, wiped the tear marks on the back of his hand, and finally couldn't help asking: "Does the boy behave like this to anyone?"

Sure enough, she is a prostitute. I'm afraid it's so devious to everyone, right?

The young man sat idly, watching the man move like wiping off any dirt, his lips wriggled a few times, and said softly: "Jinzhi"

Feng Jiuli did not hear him clearly and asked again: "What?"

"Jinzhi" youth bowed his head, his thin shoulders shrugged, and his voice was unheard of: "My word, Jinzhi."

Jinzhijinzhi.

Jun Chang Chang, as silk as satin, beautiful.

This is Jun Changle's father's word for him.

"The general can call me Jinzhi"

"Jinzhi?" Feng Jiuli raised his voice, repeated the name, and laughed suddenly, "Is it brocade?"

"Remember the general?" The young man thought he thought of himself, raised his head slyly, his eyes seemed dim, and he stared at him without blinking.

Feng Jiuli smiled softly, pinching the shimmering light of the youth's eyes like the wind: "Same word as the lost little boy in the Jun family?"

He was talking, repeating his name like a stranger, and the words were scornful and amusing: "I heard that Jun Changle eloped with sinners, but after all, they are also famous. Jin That's a good match for him. "

"But it's too much for the son, right?"

Feng Jiuli looked down at the young man's lost eyes and said, "It's not as good as the son is a national and heavenly fragrance, but the name Wuyan is more interesting."

Su Jinzhi looked up at him and looked at him sternly.