Tyrant’s Consort Too Arrogant - Chapter 228

He Lanxin finally decided to come out of the mountain.

Before leaving, he went to say goodbye to two masters.

Lu Chuan has left the pass. He is playing chess with Feng Jiu – to be exact, he is accompanying Feng Jiu who is playing chess.

Feng Jiuzheng was very happy with himself and completely ignored the ice man standing behind him.

Lu Chuan only sticks to Kendo all his life and is almost indifferent to other things.

Naturally, I don’t know chess.

However, he likes watching Feng Jiu playing chess. Focused and ethereal.

Fifteen years is just a flash for Lu Chuan.

Maybe the blade is sharper and brighter. nothing more.

Fifteen years is like a lifetime for Feng Jiu.

House arrest since childhood, the memory of the first 19 years, is the high-rise compound of the Feng family.

The memory of 19 to 29 years old is the bloody rain in the Jianghu and the treachery of the court.

Instead, these 15 years are the most comfortable time in life. They only do what they want to do every day, teach Xiaoxin, draw, play chess, or watch Lu Chuan practice his sword.

He looked at the appearance of holding sword flowers in snowflakes, peach blossoms, rain curtain and waterfall.

It’s pretty.

What is the feeling for Lu Chuan?

In fact, Feng Jiu was not clear. Maybe when he gave up entering the highest realm of kendo, forcibly destroyed half of his practice and rushed to save him from thousands of troops and horses. Feng Jiu knew that he would never lose him.

That night, the marriage ran aground. After killing the last person, Lu Chuan stood coldly in front of him.

“Is it really what you want to get married, have children and live an ordinary life? If so, I won’t appear in front of you in this life.” Lu Chuan’s voice is very weak and people can’t hear his emotions.

“Yes! Aren’t you in seclusion? Why did you come here? I can handle my business.” Feng Jiu remembered that he replied at that time.

Lu Chuan didn’t answer. He just turned around and left.

But the steps are far from as light as usual, like the wind, and even a little staggering.

Feng Jiu doesn’t know. Lu Chuan has always been as powerful as a God. He seldom walks like this.

He ran over.

Around in front of Lu Chuan, he found that Lu Chuan’s skirt had been covered with spots of blood.

Knowing that he was in danger, he gave up the once-in-a-century opportunity and swallowed his forced internal force in the fight.

For a man obsessed with martial arts, such behavior is tantamount to suicide.

He may lose all his meridians, lose all his martial arts, or never take a sword in this life.

But he still came to rescue him, and then left without saying a word.

“How are you?” he asked.

Lu Chuan just looked at him, still didn’t say anything, and continued to move forward.

Indifferent and firm.

He doesn’t need to use a bitter meat meter. This is not a bitter meat trick.

Just choice, your choice, your pride.

“Lu Chuan…” when Lu Chuan wiped Feng Jiu again, he grabbed him.

“I just lied. In fact, getting married and having children is not what I want. Maybe I want to live alone, without dispute and disturbance, and end up in the valley. I’m not… A person who knows how to respond or get along with others. Moreover, I don’t like weapons, such as swords…”

Feng Jiu talked endlessly, but she didn’t know that Lu Chuan had turned around and stared at him quietly for a long time.

Then he leaned over slightly and touched Feng Jiu’s pale lips as light as a feather.

Feng Jiu looked at him with wide eyes.

“I’m with you, just with you,” said Lu Chuan.

The word “accompany” means fifteen years of seclusion.

They accompany each other and respect each other like guests. There was no further action except the first kiss.

Every day, he studies and reads. Or he plays the piano, he dances the sword.

time went by.

He Lanxin has been used to seeing the ambiguous relationship between the two masters since childhood, and he doesn’t think so. Anyway, he knew that the two masters were both cold outside and hot inside. They loved him as their own son.

He Lanxin fell ill when he was a child. In order to save him, Master Lu Chuan lost several success to him in vain.

——For lazy people like he Lanxin, these skills have helped him a lot and saved many difficult steps of practice.

To this end, uncle Yi Jian often shook his head and said, “I think how hard your father was and how little master…”

He Lanxin just raised his eyelids and continued his spring and autumn dream.

He doesn’t have much desire for fame and wealth. He has leisure every day. If he can, he is willing to sleep with two cold masters, or play with Xiaobai for a while.

However, if it concerns your parents and sister. He can’t refuse.

The memory of childhood may be far away.

But the temperature of his father’s palm and his mother’s gentle whisper never faded.

According to reliable information, the last place they appeared was Mrs. Xi’s tomb in diaoyerhai.

However, since then, Mrs. Xi’s cemetery seems to have disappeared in the vast desert and never appeared again.

Now, the sky is different. Tourists in the desert see the illusion of the cemetery.

So

Are they coming back?

Helan looked up at the sky and threw away the kneaded leaves. The long leaves fell down slowly.

“Are you going to find your parents?” Feng Jiu dropped the last white son and picked up all the sunspots around him. He attacked and resisted himself. He was happy, so he didn’t look up. “How do you find it? What if you can’t find it?”

“But peace of mind,” he Lanxin replied respectfully.

Feng Jiu finally looked up at him.

A 17-year-old boy is younger than when he didn’t see his father for the first time. Porcelain is as like as two peas of Helan snow. It is perfectly beautiful and lazy. Such eyes, such a loose, for the girls outside, may be even more deadly than the prince in those years.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu smiled.

Hiding Helan in the valley is a terrible thing.

“You can take me ten moves before you can go out.” Feng Jiu was going to approve, and Lu Chuan behind suddenly said faintly.

Helan’s new face immediately collapsed: Although he had learned martial arts under Lu Chuan’s seat for so long, the master’s unfathomable and unimaginable.

If he really doesn’t want him out of the valley, let alone ten moves, he’s afraid that all three moves will be difficult.

“After going out, help me bring a letter to my seventh aunt.” Feng Jiu smiled, took out a letter from her arms and handed it to he Lanxin.

In this way, Lu Chuan did not dare to stop he Lanxin.

He is now the messenger of master Feng Jiu.

Lu Chuan looked down at Feng Jiu’s smiling face, spoiled and helpless.

He was afraid that after Helan left, Feng Jiu would be lonely – he was only dedicated to the sword all his life. Although he had the heart to learn what Feng Jiu liked, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he was powerless. When he was in the valley, he Lanxin always accompanied Feng Jiu. He was proficient in everything and had the same ability. Because of this, Feng Jiu could have such a happy life in the past 15 years.

If he LAN is new, will Feng Jiu feel bored? Do you think it’s boring to accompany a sword maniac in the valley? Will you… Leave?

However, he will not disobey what Fengjiu decides.

Lu Chuan was upset. Seeing he Lanxin’s happy farewell, he just hummed coldly and turned back to the house.

Helanxin was a little frightened.

“He can’t bear you.” Feng Jiu explained with a smile, “your Master Lu is actually the most inseparable.”

He Lanxin ‘graciously’ agreed for a moment, then worshipped Feng Jiu for a few times and said, “the apprentice will come back after finishing his work. It will never delay too long. Master Jiu and Master Lu should take good care of themselves.”

“Know, go.” Feng Jiu waved and said faintly.

Then he took care of himself to clean up the chessboard, not much reluctant to give up.

Seeing this, he Lanxin didn’t bother much. He folded and walked towards Yi Jian waiting outside.

Until he walked away, Feng Jiutai raised his head and looked at the white dress piece, which disappeared into the world of mortals.

I don’t know how many years it will take to go and come back.

In the outside world, where can you get away as soon as you go?

Feng Jiu sighed a little lonely.

“Since you can’t bear it, why let him go?”

Feng Jiu’s sigh was as light as a breeze, but it was still caught in Lu Chuan’s ear.

Just because his attention is on Feng Jiu all the time. His breath, his heartbeat, his joy, his solitude. His… Sighed.

“He’s gone, doesn’t he have more time to do our own things?” Feng Jiu heard the speech, but smiled.

Then he picked up the chessboard and turned around for a long time.

Lu Chuan in front of him is still what he was 15 years ago.

The face of bullying ice and racing snow is the soul of the sword. Can not see the age, can not see the rings and traces of years.

And what about him?

Feng Jiu’s smile was a little self mockery. The side face reflected on the emerald bamboo pole was as gentle as ever, but there were already fine wrinkles.

He was born weak and didn’t practice martial arts. He was just an ordinary man.

Ordinary people can’t stand old age. He will eventually enter reincarnation.

Lu Chuan, has stopped outside reincarnation.

“What are you thinking?” Lu Chuan asked directly, sensing the loss and self mockery in his eyes.

“I was thinking, thank you for being with me all this time, although people will be different…” Feng jiudi smiled.

Lu Chuan suddenly came down the steps and held his hand.

The chessboard in Feng Jiu’s hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The pieces were scattered all over the ground.

Black and white, messy and clear.

“I live, you live. You die, I die. There will be no parting day.” Lu Chuan said calmly. Seems to be talking about the most common common sense.

Feng Jiu was stunned, then smiled, and tears filled her eyes.

When he Lanxue was shaking, Liu Zhufeng hurried forward and caught him before he fell.

He Lanxue’s face was as white as gold paper, and there was still a trace of blood on his lips.

Warm blood, blood gushing from the deepest part of the heart.

“Now that you’ve had pain… Shouldn’t I give you hope anymore?” Liu Jifeng looked at him and said to himself.

Dugu Xi finally agreed to help her.

But the flesh can no longer be used, so she can only follow the same method and let her find a flesh again.

But this time, Dugu Xi was too hasty to monitor the place where she landed, and he didn’t know who that person would be.

The Iraqi completely disappeared into the vast sea of people.