After returning to Lu's shop, Xiao Mei fell into a depressed state again, and the ring on his finger became dim. Xu Zhuchen helped her all the way back to the embroidered bed in the guest room, said good night to Gu Wenxu, and fell into sleep as soon as she touched the bed.
The two of them slept until dawn. Xu Zhuchen had the habit of getting up early to practice martial arts, but for some reason, he still felt that he had not slept enough until he was woken up by the little girl. Xiao Mei was soundly asleep, and Xu Zhuchen pinched his cheek for a long time before slowly waking up.
"It's not yet dawn..." Her voice was lazily, as if to seduce Xu Zhuchen to continue sleeping with her, "The weather is so cold, if you get up too early, you will be frozen and unable to grow taller."
Xu Zhuchen smiled and stretched his hand behind Xiao Mei. Xiao Mei put his arms around her neck in cooperation, lazily, like a hibernating snake hanging on a branch: "Do you really have to get up?"
Xu Zhuchen hugged her, tapped the nearby black and purple curtains with his chin, and explained patiently: "It's almost Chen time. If you don't get up, you won't have breakfast. You think it's not bright yet, just because of the surrounding environment. The agarwood is lit and the curtains are just closed." As she spoke, she gently pulled Xiao Mei off the bed and placed him on the chair, letting her put on her clothes. Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Xu Zhuchen stretched out his hand to pull the curtains around him. After a while, she actually lifted the entire curtain. Because the sunshine has lost the obstruction of this curtain, it shines into the house in splashes. It is a cloudless autumn day, and the clear and warm sunshine is really beautiful.
The room suddenly became bright, and Xu Zhuchen was inspired. Just as he was about to pull the second piece, he heard an urgent voice: "Stop! What are you doing?!" It was Gu Wenxu who came quickly with a few girls.
When Xu Zhuchen heard this, he loosened his hand, grabbed half of the black and purple curtain, rolled it down, and circled around the embroidery bed, like ink stains dripping into the water, falling down one by one, blocking the sunlight outside the window. It was airtight.
"You don't even have to get out of bed, and you don't even have food to eat. Why are you just hanging here to play with my curtains?"
Xu Zhuchen quickly admitted his mistake and begged for mercy, swearing that he would never touch anything again. Gu Wenxu had a look of worry on his face and scolded Xu Zhuchen. The content was nothing more than "touching things randomly", "being careless" and "ignorant". Xu Zhuchen also knew that he was wrong and accepted the punishment obediently.
At this time, Xiao Mei also packed up his clothes, tied up his black hair high, and left no bangs on his forehead, revealing a pair of heroic gray eyes. Xu Zhuchen felt happy when he saw it, and he pulled her happily towards the dining room. Along the way, despite the bright sunshine, Xiao Mei kept yawning.
After finishing a bowl of white porridge and two hard-boiled eggs, Xu Zhuchen had already put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but want to go to the street market. She turned to look at Xiao Mei. Although Xiao Mei had never shown any dissatisfaction with the light diet, his brows actually wrinkled slightly. Like Xu Zhuchen, she has a carnal temperament.
After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, they thanked Gu Wenxu for taking him in for the night, and said goodbye to the maids and women in the shop before picking up their swords and setting off. When he arrived at the alley, he picked up his horse and painfully paid two taels of silver for the storage fee before he really started to explore Yuandi.
But it is said that Xu Zhuchen, wearing a white shirt and a long sword, is holding a black horse in front; Xiao Mei, wearing a black dress and a short dagger, is unpredictable and leading the white horse behind. , looking more and more handsome and attractive. After finally arriving at a hotel, Xu Zhuchen tied up his horse downstairs. When he went upstairs, the boy who led the way stuffed a note into his hand. She made a conscious observation, and none of the people chatting and drinking in the guest seats on the first floor glanced at her, which proved that this kind of thing was common in Yuan Palace.
Yuan Gong should not be underestimated. Xu Zhuchen thought as he entered the guest room and saw Xiao Mei sitting in front of the bed with his eyes closed and playing the sword.
"When Concubine Ming first came out of the Han Palace, her temples were wet with tears in the spring breeze and her temples were drooping. She was looking at the shadows without color, which made the king unable to control himself.
"When I came back, I was surprised by the painter's hand. I have never seen it before in my life. I couldn't draw the origin of the mood. It was a waste of time to kill Mao Yanshou."
"As soon as I left, I knew I would never come back. I was so pitiful that I wore all the clothes of the Han Dynasty. I wanted to ask about Sainan, but only the swans flew every year.
"My family spreads the news thousands of miles away, but fortunately I don't remember each other in the city. If you don't see me close by, Gillian will be disappointed in life."
She held Xingyun in her hand, only slightly unsheathing it, and only a section of the black and red sword blade was exposed. It seemed to emit a faint light as she played and sang in a low voice. If you look carefully, you can see that it is the internal power she gathered through her skills.
Xu Zhuchen walked over to her and sat down opposite her, calming their breathing while reading the letter. After she finished reading, she handed the letter to Xiao Mei, stood up, took Xingyun, placed it on the table, pointed at the scabbard with her finger, and continued singing Xiao Mei's song:
"The imperial concubine Ming was married to a Hu'er for the first time, and hundreds of carriages were filled with Hu's. Her erotic words were nowhere to be found, and she knew she was playing the pipa.
"The golden pole stirs the spring breeze, and I watch Feihong persuade Hu Jiu. The maids in the Han Palace secretly weep, but the passers-by on the sand look back.
"Han's kindness has been shallow since his days, but his kindness has been deep. The joy of life lies in knowing each other. It's a pity that the green tomb has been ruined, but there are still mourning strings left to this day."
Xiao Mei gently raised his head to look at her and said with a smile: "Han En is deep and Hu En is deep, you are not afraid of being overheard and going to the government." After she said that, she lowered her head to "read" the letter paper.
The ink on the letter paper is specially made, thick and clear. The person who wrote the letter knew that Xiao Mei would read it, so he deliberately chose this ink. Xu Zhuchen stared at her body, feeling a little dazed for a moment. She calmed down and waited until Xiao Mei finished reading, then looked into her eyes and smiled at her.
"It is indeed the 'best sword in the world'." Xiao Mei held the letter in his hand and burned it, and joked to Xu Zhuchen: "A disciple who has only taught for a few days can escape from danger and escape from Yuangong's killer. Follow me. By your side, you can really turn bad luck into good luck."
Xu Zhuchen said with a smile: "You came with me all the way, you suffered so many injuries and suffered so much, how can you say that you can turn bad luck into good luck?"
Xiao Mei shook his head: "I remember that time when you and I met under the neem tree when we were young. Your mother was not seriously ill at that time. Not long after, I heard that she was getting better. Yes." She said. Seeing that Xu Zhuchen had no reaction, she tapped her forehead, "Did I forget it again?"
Xu Zhuchen stared at her steadily for a while and said, "You remember me."
"You remember me, we met under the neem tree, a tree full of flowers. Ah neem, you remember it right, you remembered it."
Xiao Mei smiled bitterly and pointed to her head: "Yes, when I was sleeping last night, I always felt someone pulling me, trying to make me see many memories and remind me of them." As she spoke, her voice gradually became softer. , the eyebrows also softened.
"Although it's very tiring, it feels so good to be able to think of the past with you and see us when we were young in our dreams."
