Jun You Ji Fou

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Youyueyueming, the atrium is like empty water, and the bamboo and cypress shadow spread into the ground with algae. A teenager practiced the sword alone in the court, but in the silence only the sound of the blade and the wind broke.

Chen Siheng's strength was weak, and his sword fluttered, and the long sword dropped and fell to the ground. He quickly retreated, but he didn't let his foot smash, but he stared at the sword for a long time, and sighed heavily. Chen Siheng touched the dagger in his arms, crouched down, could not help whispering softly:

"Sister Jingshu...I still can't hate you..."

Suddenly squeaked, the heavy house door was pushed open, and the long wind passed by. Chen Siheng grabbed his long sword, and suddenly turned to stare at the person cautiously, "Who?"

I saw two men in black pushed the door open and stood on both sides, then the two men in black followed up with a cold look and lined up left and right.

The battle instantly made Chen Siheng's cold sweat soak into his back, and he stared at the last person without moving.

There was a beautiful figure in the night, a lotus pattern on his clothes like blood, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. "Why is this expression, don't you know me?"

Chen Siheng turned to surprise, "General Chu?! You came to see me?!"

"Well," Chu Mingyun said, "Come and see if you are dead."

The excitement was suddenly extinguished, and Chen Siheng's mouth twitched, unable to answer.

Chu Mingyun looked around him and casually asked a few words about his usual situation. Then Feng suddenly turned around and said, "I have something to ask this time, even if you don't want to remember, you have to answer honestly, can't you?"

Chen Siheng smiled, a little relieved, "I have been thinking about it for so long, there is nothing that I don't want to remember. Just ask."

"What did you hear when something happened in your house?"

"I don't know anything," Chen Siheng shook his head. "When grandfather sent us away, no matter what I asked, they only told me it was okay, and the night of the fire was so sudden, everything was messy, I There was no way to see what he heard." He paused. "...I only saw Sister Jingshu rushing in and took me out."

Chu Mingyun frowned slightly and asked again: "That day in the red-sleeved trick, what did you originally want to tell Su Shiyu before I went?"

"Sister Jingshu asked me to say that the other party was called a second lieutenant," Chen Siheng looked at him, and suddenly said anxiously: "Yes, General Chu, who is the second lieutenant, would he really be the one who harmed my family?"

Chu Mingyun looked at him expressionlessly, "It's me."

"Ah?" Chen Siheng couldn't respond. "But... aren't you a general?"

"The position in North Korea's governance was a second lieutenant, and naturally he was a general on the battlefield." Chu Mingyun explained that his eyes were slightly cold. "Let me think about it. If it wasn't for me that day I happened to be with Su Shiyu. Is she going to tell me that the other party is Dr. Shishi?"

Thereby, the two of them separated, so that the Chu party and the Soviet party suffered internal conflicts, so as to benefit the fishermen.

"The abacus is really good." He snorted and took out the copper sign from his sleeve. "Immediate, do you know what this is for?"

Chen Siheng took it, shook his head, thought about it carefully, and then nodded again.

"Ok?"

"An older brother often came to visit Jingshu's sister. Once I saw that older brother gave this thing to her, and then several people listened to her send it." Chen Siheng said, "I guess it should be something like tokens. Or something that proves your identity."

"Then have you heard them mention Huainan?"

"Never." Chen Siheng's answer was decisive.

Chu Mingyun nodded his head and took the bronze symbol back, thoughtfully.

After seeing his question, Chen Siheng looked at the men in black and couldn't help but ask: "General Chu, are those people under your name?"

Chu Mingyun glanced back, "Shadow Guard."

Chen Siheng's eyes lit up, and he carefully looked at his face, and bravely said: "Then look... Can I also be your shadow guard?"

Chu Mingyun suddenly laughed, "Do you know what the movie guard means?"

"...Master's shadow?" he speculated.

"Yes," Chu Mingyun looked at him slowly. "So you think, why would I promise such a short shadow?"

Chen Siheng: "..."

Chu Mingyun smiled, turned around and walked out, waved his hand at will, "Here calmed down, hold the sword tightly, let me say, I will call you when I use it."

Chen Siheng exclaimed in surprise: "Really?"

No one answered. In a blink of an eye, Yingwei had re-closed the door, and the court was silent again, without any traces, as if no one had come.

On the ancient road back to the city, the galloping horses walked slowly, the horseshoe stepped on the new grass silently, and the accompanying shadow guard was also silent. Chu Ming Yun Gu thought about something, his eyes were up and down, and suddenly he stopped, raising his hand to stop Ying Wei's inquiry, slightly turned his head, and carefully listened.

There was a very weak piano sound, and the mellow tone was vaguely mournful, and it was as light as a spring on a stone, and it was almost unheard of in a slow place.

Chu Mingyun Ningsi listened for a moment, turned over and dismounted, and threw the reins to the shadow guard behind him. "You go back first." Yan walked away.

He followed the piano to divide the flowers and brushed the willows. After turning away a prosperous peach blossom, his sight suddenly became bright, and he didn't feel a little stunned. The crimson petals pressed under his fingers made a little fragrance and stained his fingertips.

Ba Shui Tang Tang accompanied the pavilion away, Yuehua Rushuang, the young man in white in the pavilion was covered in coldness. The young man sat on the floor in the pavilion, leaning against the Zhu Hongting column, resting a tung xylophone on his knee, he lowered his head slightly and pressed the sound string, his long hair leaned forward in front of him, and it was as white as a silver embroidered robe The ink color of Xuanshang is dark and light, and the low eyebrows are the usual Qingjun.

The world's vision is indeed not bad, no one in this world except him is worthy of Wenliangruyu.

Su Shiyu heard the sound of footsteps and looked up, and the sound of the piano fell down, and he looked at the person who was approaching. "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you about this." Chu Mingyun looked around for a week and found that he was alone. "When I heard the sound of the piano on the road, I thought it was a singer actress. After looking around to see it, I didn't expect that it would be Master Su here, really. Elegant and leisurely."

Su Shiyu said indifferently: "It's not that the singer actress disappointed Master Chu. It's not too late for you to leave now."

"Why did Master Su still drive me away?" Chu Mingyun slightly raised his eyebrows, "What do you don't want to see me?"

"How come." Su Shiyu chuckled.

"You only played the funeral music?" Chu Mingyun crouched in front of him, staring slightly at him. "Are you actually hanging on the old man?"

"Why," Su Shiyu smiled, "Is Master Chu planning to comfort me?"

Chu Mingyun laughed. "My uncle died before his eyes and he can't change his face. Where can you use my comfort?"

Su Shiyu lowered her eyes and didn't answer, and put her fingers on the strings again.

Chu Mingyun didn't care too, so he sat down next to Su Shiyu, raised his hand and touched him, "changing a song."

"..." Su Shiyu looked at him sideways. "Do you really treat me as a traitor?"

"If I want to find musicians, I won't want to hear you play." Chu Mingyun returned for granted.

"That's right," Su Shiyu laughed. "Jiangnan's No. 1 piano player was bought by a lot of people and sent to your house. There is no shortage of people to play the piano."

Chu Mingyun looked at him sideways, meaning unknown: "You know a lot about my things."

Su Shiyu gestured slightly, and immediately said flatly: "It's just that the girl like Ru Ji is so well-known and even heard of me. I wanted to ask her for advice, but unfortunately I had no chance, but I didn't expect you to be dismissed later. It’s clean and there’s no trace of it so far."

Chu Mingyun smiled lowly: "Isn't this a deep root for you?"

Su Shiyu avoided his gaze, "It seems that I can only ask you, is the girl's piano skill really as rumored?"

Chu Mingyun slightly thought back and gave a three-word evaluation: "Listening to sleep."

Su Shiyu couldn't help but take a deep look at him, "With Master Chu's ability to appreciate, I can't think of a reason to try to give you a hard time."

"In the middle of the night in the wilderness of the wilderness, I wouldn't go back to the house to listen to Master Su playing the piano. You still want to despise me, which is really sad." Chu Mingyun sighed quietly.

"...What do you want to hear?"

Chu Mingyun thought for a while, "King Lanling entered the battle."

Su Shiyu suddenly raised her eyes and looked at his face carefully for a moment. "When I mention this, I thought of a question I wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"King Lanling was often humiliated on the battlefield because of his beautiful appearance. This made a grisly golden mask to deter the enemy. So how did your face cross the battlefield?"

"It's also very easy," Chu Mingyun sneered. "As long as there is disrespect, the enemy kills, and the soldiers are heavily punished. Within two months, there will be no one in the army who dares to look directly at my face."

"It really is strict in governing the army." Su Shiyu was hard to discern and praise, and after a long pondering he suddenly asked softly: "Frankly speaking, I don't think you are a person who is greedy for glory and even has no interest in many vulgar things. So why did you want to enter the battlefield and go to the court?"

"Do you want to listen to the truth or falsehood?" Chu Mingyun looked at him.

"Why should I ask you to listen to the falsehood?" Su Shiyu looked back.

Chu Mingyun looked away and looked at the shadows of thousands of mountains in the distance. The pale blue hazy mountains and the silvery white streams fell into his dark eyes, and he only spoke for a moment, and the tone was consistent and careless, but fell to the ground. There was a voice, "What I want to say, all I want is to extend the territory of Wan Wanli and call on all parties to worship."

Su Shiyu stunned, turned back his gaze, raised his hands to catch the strings, Jiao Jiao moonlight spread evenly on his fingers.

A piece of string is elegant, the sound is like a jade bead falling, the sound is turning to the drum and the drum is ringing, and it gradually enters the Jin Ge and strikes the Zheng Zheng, and the Tiema Binghe comes here.

The sound was full of Zhu Hong Pavilion, Chu Mingyun's elbow rested on his knee, and he turned his head to stare at Su Shiyu, holding his cheek.

Even those who dislike Chu Mingyun have to admit one thing, he gave birth to a beautiful skin. Gossips are always rare. Some people say that the arc of the thin lips evokes the soul, and some people say that the blood-stained plain white fingers are the most moving gesture when holding the fan.

Su Shiyu now suddenly felt that his eyes were really difficult to parry. When there is a smile, the spring water is full of light, and when it is quiet, the autumn water is clear and clear.

Suddenly turned the finger to close the string, the song ended, the music wave dissipated, leaving the world for a while and all the silence.

Chu Mingyun’s movements remained unchanged, and after staring at him for a moment, he suddenly said, "Is your face a little red?"

"..." Su Shiyu sighed silently. "Anyone who has been staring at you for so long will be uncomfortable."

Chu Mingyun slowly smiled, "You are better."

"What?" Su Shiyu said slightly, facing his eyes with deepening smiles, but it was hard to recover.

Chu Mingyun pointed to the piano on his lap, "Jiangnan is the first, far worse than you."

"Thank you for your compliment." Su Shiyu looked back and smiled. It was only in this phrase that although he was relieved, there was a kind of unspeakable repressive emotion that climbed up silently, unable to understand.

Chu Mingyun turned back, relaxed his body and leaned on the pavilion, "You continue to play yours, don't care about me."

Su Shiyu responded lightly, but he suddenly said again: "Right."

"how?"

"Are you sweet? I can give you some pine nuts."

Su Shiyu laughed aloud, uncomfortable, and the follower played another beautiful minor.

Chu Mingyun didn't make a sound anymore, and he closed his eyes and seemed tired. The sound of the music was gentle to his ears. He seemed to feel uncomfortable in posture, and his figure suddenly moved slightly, leaning sideways on the pavilion column, shouldering against Shi Shiyu's shoulders, and his loose long hair in shades fell with his head on the side. Su Shiyu's shoulder was lifted by the night wind and swept over Su Shiyu's chin, a little inexplicable itching and numbness.

Unprovoked heart palpitations burst forth, and Mura's voice clearly sounded in his ear:

"and so……"

"So does Aino like him?"

Su Shiyu pointed at the last mistake and the sound of the piano was unstable.

Suddenly tens of thousands of butterflies fluttered their wings and fluttered their chest full of butterflies.

"The four generations of the Su family will not lack you a general."

"I won't take you to the battlefield anymore, you just have to learn to be a civil servant in the future."

"All I want is to extend the territory of Wanli and call on all parties to worship."

--Like it?

"He is important to the country, why do you treat him so well?"

"The fog disappeared while the pretty brother was there!"

"I want to guess more, like how you think of me."

--Like it?

"Don't you have a heart?"

"No heart, no desire, no blood, no tears! You go on like this, you should be alone for a lifetime!"

"All said, please drink to celebrate, why are you still frowning?"

--Like it?

"Will Su Aiqing like this?"

"I forgot, you never like anything."

——Don’t like it?

...That why my heartbeat hurts me so much.

Su Shiyu stopped his hand, the strings were still trembling, and the song had already been out of tune, and the disorder was as disordered as his mind. A little nervous, a little joyful, a little dazed, and a little pain on the apex that cannot be ignored. It turns out that everything is true.

Su Shiyu slightly raised his head and sighed for a long time, slowly looking at Chu Mingyun beside him. He seemed to be unaware of everything, still resting with his eyes closed, his eyes quiet.

Su Shiyu stared at him for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand slowly, his fingers stretched, cautiously, trying to touch his eyes. This simple action took too long, and the sigh of the sea and the wind sighed, and the sound of running water and wind crossed his ears. His hand finally rested an inch away, and it was hard to access as hard as it was.

Because Chu Mingyun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the finger in front of him without a trace of emotion.

Su Shiyu's eyes returned to peace in an instant, and his thoughts returned clearly. He folded a very slight arc in his hand, just like just a casual pause. The letterman gently pulled a hair from Chu Mingyun's forehead, and received it in his eyes. After looking at it seriously, he said lightly, "I thought it was wrong, I thought It’s gray hair."

Chu Mingyun looked at him, raised his hand, and rubbed his sore forehead.

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The one who is tempted first loses.

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