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Chapter 320 Chu Lang, It's Not Your Name. (one more)
"Want to learn?" Xiao Lian was a little relieved to see that although he had forgotten everything, he was still knowledgeable. "My swordsmanship is not something that any cat or dog can learn. If you want to learn, I also want to teach, but It depends on whether you are willing to give it to you or not."

"What do you think?" In Feng Junchu's eyes, there was an unprecedented scorching fire, and he grasped her wrist even tighter.

This is his swordsmanship in the first place, and now it is only natural for the property to be returned to its original owner, but Xiao Lian just looked at him playfully, trying to whet his appetite.

"You're hurting me." She snorted in a low voice.

Only then did Feng Junchu wake up slowly, and quickly let go of her hand, the wrist was pinched and left a ring of bruises.

He straightened his body, curbed his previous enthusiasm, cleared his throat, "Tell me, what do you want?"

If he could get this set of swordsmanship in exchange for keeping her as his concubine teacher, he would be willing to exchange it.

With this set of sword skills, in time, he can break free from all shackles and do whatever he wants!
Thinking of this, the frenzy that had just been extinguished in the eyes of young Feng Junchu rekindled and became more intense.

Xiao Lian lowered his head and rubbed his wrist, "Who wants what you want!"

"Don't you want to stay in Prince Jing's mansion? This son is telling you now that you have fulfilled your wish, but the condition is that you teach me this set of sword skills. If you dare to tamper with it, I can see it!" He finally These few words were spoken with great emphasis and cruelty, blatantly intimidating and threatening.

He took a step closer to her, his eyes were full of sternness that didn't match his age, "Although your swordsmanship is rare in the world, it lacks charm, and it's clearly like drawing a gourd. I don't care about the person who taught you the swordsmanship, I sent you here This, what is the purpose of seducing you with this, but you must keep this set of swordsmanship!"

Xiao Lian had never been wary of him from the beginning to the end, and now he opened his eyes and looked up at him. It turned out that he had been guarding her and testing her all along. It turned out that he had never trusted her at all.

"Chu Lang, I...I didn't..." She didn't know how to explain, how could she explain all this?She inexplicably appeared in his home to peek at his elder brother taking a bath, and then offered this set of unparalleled swordsmanship.

How could he believe that there was no purpose?

If there is a purpose, she just wants to see him.

"My words are very clear. If you want to leave now, it is already too late. Before dark, make your master's conditions, and I will agree to you. Starting tomorrow, teach me the sword skills."

After Feng Junchu finished speaking, he brushed past her indifferently, and his robe was rolled up and flowers fell on the ground, "Also, Chu Lang, it wasn't your name, even in dreams!"

He went away like a ray of wind, the yard door was closed heavily, and the outside was locked.

Xiao Lian was alone, standing alone under the peach blossom tree, at a loss for what to do.

She must have called his name in a dream and he heard her.

But what should we do now?

Xiao Lian didn't care that Feng Junchu locked her up, and he didn't care how he suddenly changed his face when he was flirting well.

She just found out why he was so lonely in his heart, he didn't seem to be happy, he didn't trust anyone.

He is already the number one sword in Jiuzhou, why is he so eager to become stronger?Is he trying to get something, or is he trying to get rid of something?
Ah, if she is a person sent by someone to pretend to be his master, what conditions should she make with him?

Xiao Lian simply sat on the ground, propping his cheeks, thinking hard under the peach blossom tree.

There must always be a reasonable reason to tell him, so that he can feel at ease, and..., and he believes that it is a good thing that she has plans for him, so that he will not be tempted by her, and when the time comes, he will go to her obediently Experience the calamity.

In that case...

Can I just look at him more and spend more time with him in this mortal world?
Since I came to be his master, what can a master with ambitions do?

Xiao Lian had a headache thinking about it, but couldn't think of it. He sat under the tree, hugged his head and groaned, rolled down in the falling flowers and groaned, "Oh, it hurts me to death!"

……

On the other side, in the flower hall, Feng Junchu made a pot of tea by himself, and a set of movements, flowing like clouds and flowing water, is better than a leisurely garden.

Tong'er, who had been guarding outside Xiao Lian's courtyard for a long time, came to report, "I've seen you."

"How? What did she do?"

The little Tong'er said: "After you leave, the female master will..."

The teapot in Feng Junchu's hand stopped, "What did she do?"

"She just rolled on the ground with her head in her arms, saying that it hurts like hell."

Feng Junchu just shook his hand and spilled the water in the pot outside.

……

Xiao Lian sat under the tree until dusk, pulled out a lot of hair and couldn't think of a good reason.

for money?no.

For revenge for killing his father?no.

To repay a favor?It doesn't work either.

She took a breath, blowing away a strand of hair hanging from her forehead, and then blowing away.

Forget it, if you really can't think of it, don't think about it, at worst, you will be driven away by him.

Anyway, go back to God's Domain and wait for a year or so before he should return.

At the thought of parting again, she leaned weakly against the tree root, sighed, and closed her eyes.

It so happened that at this moment, the courtyard door opened, and the sound of Feng Junchu's footsteps came.

Here comes the bill.

Xiao Lian became nervous, and simply continued to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Feng Junchu walked under the tree and watched this man roll his brocade blue robe covered with fallen flowers, his hair was a little bit fragmented, and he fell asleep sitting on the ground leaning against the tree.

He knelt down beside her and looked at her carefully.

It's so good to see an incomparable woman appearing out of thin air, pretending to be a concubine teacher. If you say that you have no plans to get close to him, who will believe it?

The master concubine sent from Yu Country was found dead at the gate of the city early in the morning. The appearance of his death was horrific.

And she happened to be here at this time.

He stretched out his hand to her top.

Xiao Lian pretended to be asleep, but remained motionless.

A person, no matter whether you are a god or a mortal, no matter how high or low your cultivation level is, your heart is your lifeblood, and you must never allow outsiders to touch it easily.

But she doesn't care, the person beside her is her Chu Lang, no matter what mess he makes, she won't mind.

Besides, he can't do anything to her with his current kid's body.

Feng Junchu's hand hung above her head for a while, seeing that she still didn't respond, he really didn't guard against him, so he pretended that she was really asleep, so he took advantage of the situation and gently used two slender fingers to run from between her hair. Clip out a petal.

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun at dusk, he took a closer look at her face reflected in the setting sun, and couldn't help but get a little closer.

"Xiao Lian." He called her.

Xiao Lian scolded in his heart, what is this money-paying ghost doing squatting next to him when he sees him asleep?shit?
She remains still.

As a result, the back of the finger with the petals in it floated on her cheek.

After a long time, the light in Feng Junchu's eyes moved, and he forcibly retracted the finger into his palm, and sat down beside her against the old tree, silently, staring at the sunset gradually falling behind the heavy cornices of the palace.

Suddenly, his shoulders sank.

Xiao Lian's head came over and landed on his shoulders, his breath was a little heavy, as if he was sleeping deeper, he suddenly froze, his waist straightened, and he didn't dare to move.

On the shoulder, Xiao Lian secretly smiled, telling you to be fierce with me, if you don't show color to you, how can you relieve your hatred!

So, she leaned on his shoulder and really fell asleep soundly.

Feng Junchu was left sitting stiffly, not daring to move, letting the rays of the sun fade away and the sky full of stars.

Xiao Lian really fell asleep.

In the past four years, she has never felt so at ease and at ease as she is now.

How long has it been since she cuddled up to her husband and leaned on his shoulder like this?

On a spring night, the peach blossoms are fragrant, and there is a refreshing fragrance in the air.

Feng Jun Chu's shoulders were sore, and he moved slightly, Xiao Lian's head tilted from his shoulders and fell off.

He hastily stretched out his hand to catch it, just in time to hold the person who was sleeping like a piglet in his arms.

With this hug, I never want to let go.

"Pity..." He spit out a word, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it.

……

In the early morning, Xiao Lian opened his eyes, and what greeted his eyes were trees and flowers.

This night, the peach blossoms bloomed again, and the corolla on the top of the tree was so prosperous that it almost covered the sky.

Tilting his head again, he was actually pillowed on Feng Junchu's lap, covered with his robe.

And he himself, wearing a single suit, leaned against the tree and fell asleep.

fool!In the chilly spring season, I can't survive the cold, but you have such a small body...!
It's bright daylight, and you're still sleeping. Could it be that you're sick?
She got up quickly, and reached out to touch his forehead.

It's a little hot when you touch it.

But not sure.

So she leaned closer and tried it with her lips.

Oops, it seems to have a fever!

Oops, my heart hurts, I just wanted to see it and left, but now it's broken.

Xiao Lian anxiously frowned, lowered his eyes, and saw that the person in front of him opened his eyes at some point, and was looking at her with some desertedness, some doubts, some guards, and some inexplicable emotions.

"What are you doing?" Touching and kissing.

"Let me see if you're freezing."

"My son is fine, get out of the way."

In order to test his forehead, Xiao Lian propped both hands on the tree trunk, enclosing him in it.

"Oh, are you really okay?"

"It's all right. Ah-choo—!"

silence.

"Chu Lang, you are sick." Xiao Lian felt distressed.

"Don't call me Chu Lang, I'm not sick! Ah Choo—!"

Xiao Lian: "..."

Feng Junchu: "..."

(End of this chapter)