Sealing Sword Chapter 179: Jiu Yao

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

He blinked a little dry eyes, his mind was a pot of boiled paste, his whole body seemed to be dough, soft and weak, but it seemed to be mixed with peas, which made his body sour. It hurts again.

"..." Ye Fusheng stared at the ceiling with a pair of dead fish eyes, suffocated in his throat for a while before barely squeezing out his lips and teeth, but his words were concise, "Mother."

Sure enough, the **** has grown up, from a humming crying bag to a young and energetic like a wolf, even if he barely restrained, he almost broke his old bones.

Ye Fusheng rarely had the thought of scolding his mother, but after searching his stomach, he couldn't scold him. Thinking of the broken picture before the cub turned into a wolf, he rolled his eyes and tilted his head-the sins of God can be forgiven, and the sins of oneself cannot live.

When Chu Xiwei came back, she saw the person on the bed paralyzed into a dried salted fish, head sideways on the wall. After a moment of silence, he immediately closed the door, put the copper tray in his hand on the wooden table, first walked to the bed and leaned down, and used his lips against Ye Fusheng's forehead to perceive it for a while, and finally made sure that the other party did not feel fever.

The young man lifted a heart in his throat and slowly fell. He whispered to Ye Fusheng, "Master, don't sleep, can I hold you up and eat something?"

Ye Fusheng shuddered for the rare gentleness and meticulousness of his eight lifetimes. Chu Xiwei felt the person in his arms shiver, and suddenly became nervous: "Are you cold? I will light the brazier." /

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

Ye Fusheng's belly full of nonsense is like a throat, and finally decided to save some face, forcing himself to swallow the words that he had said, and squeezing out a kind smile like a mountain wolf woman.

Unfortunately, this smile did not last long. When Ye Fusheng took a sip of the tonic soup that Chu Xiwei brought, all the expressions on his face collapsed in a second. Some unspeakable taste was like a mixture of fire and thunder beads. The powder exploded on the tip of his tongue, and his head was buzzing before he had a stomachache. For a while, he couldn't distinguish the north, south, east and west.

He exhausted his life's greatest endurance and swallowed the soup, clutching his stomach and looking at Chu Xiwei: "My teacher is here?"

Chu Xiwei, who was full of expectation but not showing his expression, was startled when he heard the words, and said in a daze: "Huh?"

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

"...Well, I, I asked the foster father before, and he said...after that, I have to eat something to digest and replenish vital energy." Chu Xiwei hadn't been shaken by the heart before Qianjun. Fusheng's eyes wrinkled into dried winter vegetables, and he rarely stammered, "Yes, isn't it ugly?"

After a fascination last night, Chu Xiwei woke up early this morning. Seeing Ye Fusheng who was tired to sleep next to her, she suddenly felt the supreme satisfaction in her heart. She hugged someone under the quilt and touched him. After a while, he stood up with great reluctance, even lighter than a thief, and did not wake Ye Fusheng from start to finish.

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

Chu Xiwei took care of everything, so she sat on the bed and watched Ye Fusheng's sleeping face eagerly. When the sun rose three poles and the sun shone in, he recovered and swept down the bamboo with her palm. The curtain blocked the light, and when he went out, he called his henchmen to stay in the room, but he dealt with two mouthfuls indiscriminately, and rushed into the small kitchen room in the courtyard with reluctance and joy.

Sweep the pot to boil water, add wood to watch the fire, cook with the ingredients... A bowl of ginseng chicken soup is something that Chu Xiwei has never done in her lifetime.

However, the whole life of life, doesn't it start from these plains?

Ye Fusheng looked at Chu Xi's slightly uneasy expression, suddenly sighed, hardened his heart and drank the soup in the bowl, then pour it weakly on him, and sighed: "Everyone says the most difficult thing in the world The relationship between you is the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law. I was worried that you might not get along with the wife, but now... I think you two should have a good relationship."

Chu Xiwei was a little dazed. She didn't know how the topic had come to this, so she followed him and said, "It's really good to be clear."

Ye Fusheng was heartbroken and wanted to beat his chest and feet: "Yeah, he is so good, but why did you learn this from him?!"

Chu Xiwei looked at the soup bowl and thought about the outrageous "Cang Lu" of the previous pot, and finally realized that when her temper came up, she would turn into anger, but she bowed her head and smiled at Shang Ye Fu. The anger can't come out.

"Since it's horrible, why bother to drink it all." Chu Xiwei hugged him and rubbed his shoulders, her tone slowed down, "You don't have to dislike it, I will learn slowly in the future, and it will always be better. ."

"You have a heart, I don't want to hold it enough, how can it be wasted?" Ye Fusheng returned his hand and followed his back with a smile, "It's okay to learn well, but next time you take a sip yourself."

Chu Xiwei reluctantly let out an "um" cry from her nose.

Ye Fusheng was itchy by this nasal sound, but the soreness at the waist reminded his encounter last night. He narrowed his eyes and retreated a little, and his fingers pinched Chu Xiwei's chin, and his lips felt like water dripping. With a kiss, he said affectionately: "Good disciple, Master was tossed by you last night, how can you make up for it?"

Chu Xiwei turned red from her neck to the tip of her ears for a while, Ye Fusheng held his face and looked left and right, seeing that he was uncomfortable all over, but he couldn't have seizures, so he had to say: "It's up to you."

When Ye Fusheng saw him like this, his teeth were tickled, and he was determined to raise people's prestige in the right way.

Leaning back, he stretched out his feet and kicked Chu Xiwei with no weight, his eyes swept across the room, and he said, "Go, get the makeup box."

This place is Jiuyao City outside the Western Regions Pass. Chu Xiwei brought people here that night and knocked on the city gate with the token given by Duan Qing, and the news naturally went straight to the city lord's mansion.

However, he did not come by coincidence. The city lord had to go to the capital due to the war, leaving only his confidant to guard the mansion. The man was clever, recognizing that the token was a special token that the owner confessed in his early years. He also saw the blood and fire of this group of people from the Central Plains, thinking about the frontline war and the defense coalition in the city, so he didn't dare to speak loudly, so he brought it personally. The old man in the Fuzhong opened a secret road to bring Chu Xiwei and others into the backyard of the city lord's mansion, arranged in the courtyard of Ji concubine, sealed off all the miscellaneous people in the house, and sent someone to ask the city lord to return.

The Lord of Jiuyao is very happy, and has started to snare beauties 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 it for a while.

The house where Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng lived was originally the residence of Meiji of Xinna. The woman made a mistake and was dealt with the other day. The house was vacated. There was no other house that was hurriedly cleaned up. There was still a lovely smell of powder, but some things were too lazy to move, so they stayed here.

At this time, he looked back and saw that there was indeed an exquisite makeup box in front of the dressing table. He immediately had a bad feeling in his heart. He said in disbelief, "You want to paint me as a woman?"

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

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He brought things over with a coffin face stretched, Ye Fusheng opened the box, searched for the dazzling array of flower tin powder, and hooked his finger at him: "Come up, close your eyes."

Chu Xiwei's expression was like a strong man breaking his wrist for a while.

He drew on the bed and sat cross-legged in front of Ye Fusheng. The latter used his fingers to measure the distance between his facial features and shook his head and said: "Ayao, your complexion is white, clean and delicate, and you don’t need makeup powder. The cheeks are less bloody, and you may be cold when you look sick, but you can faint some color on the cheekbones."

The fingertips rubbed the rouge thinly, and lightly touched under Chu Xiwei's eyes, slowly fainting, the color was not strong, but it added a layer of invisible blood to the original pale face .

"Your eyebrows are slender and long. Compared to your temperament, you need to cut off the ends of your eyebrows and cut out the sharp edges. You can use the blue sparrows to add color."

Chu Xiwei's eyebrows look like a biological mother. If he hadn't developed a cold and stern attitude, he would not be able to suppress the delicateness of this pair of willow eyebrows. At this moment, Ye Fusheng picked up a thin knife and scraped against his eyebrows. Chu Xiwei bit her scalp and endured the sensation of the knife scratching her face, and then blew away the scattered broken hair with a light breath, replacing it with one. Mei Shidai described it in detail, and her self-cultivation sharpened her black eyebrows and tails quietly, adding a somewhat compelling enchantment.

"The eyes are like apricots, with blunt outer corners; there are lying silkworms underneath, and they have a spirit when they smile. These are full and flexible eyes, which match you well, as for this lip..."

Feeling the fingers sliding to the corners of her lips, Chu Xiwei finally couldn't help it: "Hurry up."

"Be patient, bastard." Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, but bit his fingertips, rubbed a red line on Chu Xi's lips, and then gently spread it from the inside out, "Your lips are slightly thinner. , Looks a bit rigid and sharp, plus this color is more suitable."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fusheng took the celadon hairpin from his hair, and his head was covered with crow feathers flying and spreading, his fingers flexibly passed through the black hair, and quickly tied a bunch of hairpins behind his head. From the front, only half of the outline of the head of the crane can be seen.

He leaned back against the bed rail, with his hands around his arms, and smiled slightly: "It's okay."

Chu Xiwei opened her eyes, looking into a small round mirror.

The person in the mirror is familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Fusheng looked at that face with a dazed look, and then explained: "The face is dyed in vermilion, the body is red; the eyebrows are cut and the ink is in the mood; as for this lips..."

The unfinished words disappeared between the lips, and the blood was licked clean by Chu Xiwei's tongue. He gently held Ye Fusheng's lips, extremely gentle and intricate.

Ye Fusheng’s eyes flashed very quickly, and the two of them fell back to the bed again in the entanglement. He used a skillful force to press Chu Xiwei under his body, seemingly unintentionally, while lighting up everywhere without a trace. Kissing the corners of Chu Xiwei's eyebrows and eyelashes attracted his attention, and his inflexible right palm pulled away the clothing of the person under him, revealing a large chest and abdomen with pale complexion and well-proportioned texture, and kissed all the way down the face and neck.

However, his left hand was placed behind Chu Xi's waist, and he was tightly grasped by his wrist at the moment he was about to slide.

"!!!"

Ye Fusheng raised his head in amazement, just to meet the eyes of Chu Xiwei when he stood up, and the next moment he felt the world spin and plunged into the bedding, but his body was tightly pressed.

Chu Xiwei knelt and sat on both sides of his body, with one hand on his face, and one hand to pinch Ye Fusheng’s restless left hand, her hair fell again, and a few strands of blue silk concealed her thin red face. The eyebrows of Qingdai's makeup are lightly raised: "Master, do you think I am an eight-year-old kid to fool you?"

"..." Ye Fusheng was startled and smiled instead. He opened his mouth and licked Chu Xiwei's fingertips that fell on the corner of his lips, and his brows darkened. "A good disciple is indeed prosperous and grown up. ..."

The last three words were bitten slightly hard, and Chu Xi shook her hand slightly, and then immediately drew away to avoid Ye Fusheng's left leg that did not know when.

"If I don't show you some color, it's really useless to be an old master!"

Men have the heart to fight for strength. When this kind of heart is placed on the bedclothes, they bring a different style and fun. The two of them coincidentally do not use their internal strength, only relying on moves to compete on the bed, Ye Fusheng With wounds on her body, Chu Xiwei only used her right hand to take advantage of him. For a while, she was inextricably fought, and together with the entangled bedding, she rolled into a big ball on the bed.

After making a fuss for a while, Chu Xiwei finally pressed Ye Fusheng under her body again, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. He was unwilling to move and said without looking back: "If there is nothing urgent, you will be at your own risk. !"

The subordinates outside the door shook inexplicably at the short eight words, and said bitterly: "Zun, Lord, Jiuyao City Lord has returned, and is waiting in the yard."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Ye Fusheng said in his heart, "God help me", and seized the opportunity to throw the person out of bed. Before Chu Xiwei lost her temper, he stood up on her waist, put on a crane cloak, and looked serious. Like: "It's not always good to be in the shadows. Let's go out and see."

"..."

Chu Xiwei stared at him, and after a while she squeezed a word from her teeth: "I'll write it down, you wait."

Ye Fusheng smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth: "Okay, I will be long in Japan, waiting for my teacher."

After a while, the two of them walked out of the room one after the other. Chu Xiwei faced a forehead lawsuit to see that no one was pleasing to the eye, but Ye Fusheng smiled happily.

Isar, the lord of Jiuyao City, is over 60 years old, his slightly curly brown hair has turned white, his face is old because of the long wind and sand, but his body is still strong and straight, and his spirit is stronger than many guards in the yard. So calm and majestic that when he looked up, Chu Xiwei instinctively blocked Ye Fusheng.

Ye Fusheng patted him on the shoulder, and his gaze quickly swept across Isar's body. The hooded cloak on the city lord of Jiuyao was still carrying sand and dust. It can be seen that he hurried back to the city and directly arrived here.

The right hand wearing the emerald ring stroked the golden tokens in the palm, and rubbed the nine heads of the snake like one by one, and finally stayed on the portrait of the woman on the back. Isar's movements were very light, and he looked at them. But like the eagle that is best at hunting outside the pass.

Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei frowned at the same time. They didn't look like they were looking at strangers, but were looking for something in them.

But Isar was disappointed.

"Ahun..." He tightened his fingers and muttered something in a low voice. Chu Xiwei could not understand the foreign language, but Ye Fusheng was stunned at this moment.

Ahuen is the language of the late Rong Kingdom, which means "brother" in the Central Plains dialect. However, Ye Fusheng quickly recalled the information about the contemporary royal family at the end of the Rong period. Even though he knew it was ominous, he had never heard of any blood brother of Jiu Yao City Lord Isar.

As he was thinking, Isar spoke again, changing into a fluent Zhongyuan dialect, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you... from Mu Qingshang?"