Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The sound is clear and gentle, and the sound is loud and clear.

Qinghe.

This is a name that reflects my father's expectations.

Strictly speaking, he is not a gentle and tolerant person like his father. Hua Qinghe's occasional weirdness sometimes gave Lu Xiaofeng a headache.

However, he never showed this naughty side. At least, I never showed it in front of Uncle Ye.

He didn't know if Ye Gucheng didn't like naughty children.

He only knows that the more stable he appears, the more at ease the people around him will be.

This point was completely concluded by Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng.

This is how Uncle Ye feels.

He seems to never need others to worry about him. He seems to be able to solve all the difficulties in the world. Hua Qinghe was nine years older, but she had never seen him hesitate in any way.

In contrast, when Hua Qinghe saw Lu Xiaofeng, who was lying in the pavilion, too lazy to move, with several jars of wine in front of him, looking confused, he sighed deeply, which was extremely inappropriate for his age.

I often hear people say, Lu Xiaofeng, ah, no, Uncle Lu is a chivalrous man who understands the good and evil in the world and is extremely intelligent. His agility, his calmness, and his wisdom allowed him to escape from danger again and again, but currently...

Sure enough, he should learn from Uncle Ye.

So, Qinghe, who was cutting peach branches and arranging flowers, turned around and said to Lu Xiaofeng, who was stumbling around drinking at the table, "Uncle Lu, people say that your escape from death is good luck."

"Who said that! Who said that?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened in confusion, as if he was very sober, "...don't you know that luck is also a kind of strength?"

Hua Qinghe, who originally thought he would pull out the speaker and beat him up, said: "..."

Seeing that he was confused, Qinghe had no choice but to go back to the kitchen and come out with a bowl of iced lotus seed soup, "Uncle Lu, come and have a drink. Sober up. Dad will be back tomorrow... You are in such a situation, um..."

Lu Xiaofeng took the lotus seed soup into her arms, "Huh? Is it a bad influence?"

Qinghe nodded seriously: "Yes."

"You brat, how dare you say that I have a bad influence..." He stood up abruptly and leaned against the table to pull his hair.

But all he saw was the tail of his tied hair slipping through his hands.

Lu Xiaofeng: ...It looks like my martial arts skills have improved again.

He lazily sat down again, took a sip from the porcelain bowl, raised his eyebrows, and blurted out, "Xiao Qinghe's craftsmanship has improved again."

A bunch of long black ponytails hang down from the edge of the flower pavilion, and then there is a childish face. Hua Qinghe hangs upside down on the edge of the pavilion and asks, "If Uncle Lu likes it, will Uncle Ye like it?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Can you think more about your Uncle Lu... Hey, let's think about it. When Ye Gucheng pinched Xiao Qinghe's face, it was Uncle Lu who risked his life to save you, right? When Ye Gucheng struck cold with his sword, it was Uncle Lu who saved you. Uncle Lu saved you with his sharp finger, right? When Ye Gucheng said that you were not good at martial arts and should practice rigorously, it was Uncle Lu who told your father to study appropriately? Ye Gucheng is far away, so you are too biased. "

"...Uncle Lu often lives in Huahua Xiaozhu, and Uncle Ye always lives in Baiyun City. When Qinghe cooks, Uncle Lu is always the first to taste it, but Uncle Ye doesn't."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up. Yes, in this case, Ye Gucheng is at the greater disadvantage.

It's a pity that Huamanlou has followed Bai Wan back home in the past few days, leaving only Xiao Qinghe in Hualou, and he doesn't do anything anymore.

The days are getting more and more boring.

Qinghe held the green tile eaves with one hand and landed easily, taking his wide sleeves and flowing collar with him. He sat next to Lu Xiaofeng and said firmly, "Uncle Lu wants to re-enter the world again?" He smiled, "Uncle Ye didn't say anything. Qinghe promises that if you still mention your right and wrong in front of Uncle Ye, his flying fairy sword will be pointed at you."

Lu Xiaofeng:......

He thought for a while, saw his wine bottle, looked up and down at Qinghe, touched his beard, and smiled very happily. "Xiao Qinghe..."

Qinghe couldn't help but hugged his stone stool and took a step back. The uneasiness in his heart surged, and he warned, "Uncle Lu, you must not do this, Qinghe is afraid."

"Hey, this is really a good thing. Qinghe will also be interested!"

"..." Why don't I believe it so much?

"Hey, have you ever seen your Uncle Ye drinking?"

"What do you, Uncle Lu, want to do?" I still think it won't be a good thing.

Lu Xiaofeng led nine-year-old Hua Qinghe, "Let's go! Today I will take Xiaoqing and Zhang Zhangjian."

"..." Hua Qinghe said heavily, "Uncle Lu, I will definitely tell the city lord about this."

Lu Xiaofeng raised her eyebrows and patted him on the shoulder, "You little child, how can you be so self-taught when it comes to filing a complaint? If you file a complaint, I'm afraid I'll lose."

Hua Qinghe looked expressionless and suddenly glanced behind him, "Oh, Uncle Ye."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and said, "You don't have to scare me, Ye Gucheng is still blowing the sea breeze in his Baiyun City at this time." Over the years, in order to avoid the troubles at the top of the Forbidden City in the past, Ye Gucheng has never stepped out of Baiyun City again. He hadn't left the city in eight or nine years. On weekdays, Lu Xiaofeng would visit him all the time, but he had never seen Ye Gucheng go out.

He and his name are a perfect match. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is alone in the lonely city.

Then he followed Hua Qinghe's gaze and turned his head. The smile instantly froze on his face.

Face, like, dead, gray.

Seeing his funny expression, Hua Qinghe couldn't help but curl his lips.

In front of the attic where flowers are blooming, there stands a figure in white clothes that are as white as snow.

He is tall, with cold eyebrows and eyes, and looks solemn and noble. On his belt, which is covered with brocade clouds, there is an ancient long sword.

He doesn't look like a swordsman at ordinary times.

"Uncle Ye!"

Hua Qinghe straightened his expression and walked over seriously. He is naughty sometimes, but it's okay for Uncle Lu to know about this, but of course the city lord can't know.

In any case, in the eyes of Uncle Ye, you have to maintain your image.

Jiang Chen leaned over and stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes that had just been rubbed on the eaves of the pavilion.

Hua Qinghe touched his head, and it seemed that he still didn't maintain it well, "Thank you, Uncle Ye." He only paid attention to the arrival of people and didn't pay attention to other things. Uncle Ye has always liked cleanliness and is usually spotless. Seeing this today, will he be unhappy?

When he realized what was happening, Lu Xiaofeng smiled widely, "Ah! The city lord is here! I'm honored to have the city lord visit me!"

Jiang Chen, standing at the door looking at the flowers, faced the extremely enthusiastic Lu Xiaofeng:...

For some reason, he felt a sense of conspiracy.

He was silent for a moment, and replied, "This is not your home."

Lu Xiaofeng said decisively, "What's the matter! Qi Tong's home is my home!"

Hua Qinghe walked over holding his sleeve, and said seriously, "If Uncle Lu can say this to Fourth Uncle..."

Lu Xiaofeng really shut up.

Hua Qinghe's Fourth Uncle. Isn't that the one who only cares about money and doesn't recognize people...

Seeing Hua Qinghe staring at him without blinking, Lu Xiaofeng:...

Okay, Hua Manlou's son is really his nemesis.

"The city lord has come from afar, please come in, come in quickly."

It stands to reason that Jiang Chen was happy to see Lu Xiaofeng after not seeing him for a year. But looking at him at this time, for some reason, Jiang Chen always wanted to give him a sword on the head.

Lu Xiaofeng: "City Lord, you don't have to look at me like this, I'm afraid."

He really retracted his gaze and replied lightly, "... There is still you in the world that Lu Xiaofeng will be afraid of."

"Everyone in the world knows that I'm most afraid of you." It's not that he's afraid of his sword, but when this man looks at him, Lu Xiaofeng always feels that his past is exposed. He is really worried that he went to which red building last night and had a spring breeze with that girl, but Ye Gucheng swept it all away with one glance.

Ahem, it's not suitable for children to say it again.

"Afraid?" Jiang Chen said, "When did your Lingxi finger become useless? You are afraid, I believe it."

"..." He saw that this man really wanted to abolish his Lingxi finger.

Lu Xiaofeng held his lotus seed soup and drank it up, then said, "You are a step late. Qi Tong returned to the main house of the Hua family yesterday."

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that Uncle Qinghe had a daughter in his old age, and Qi Tong went back to celebrate."

Jiang Chen glanced at Hua Qinghe.

Hua Qinghe understood, "My cousin was born, Qinghe should have gone back."

"Uncle Lu is here, I can't leave."

"I'm not, I didn't, it has nothing to do with me." Lu Xiaofeng said, "I left naturally when Qi Tong was not there. Even if I stayed in the cottage, it wouldn't cause any trouble, and Qi Tong left very relieved..." You little kid, why are you still worried.

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang in the inn next to the cottage.

A huge log fell from the second floor of the inn.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and with a sword, the flying wooden stake broke into pieces.

"Lu Xiaofeng!" He shouted angrily.

The wood chips flew and scattered, and a tall figure appeared.

At first glance, there was a human flesh wall weighing several hundred kilograms. He had bronze skin and knotty muscles, and looked very powerful. His face was covered with a circle of tattered black cloth, and you could see that it was the sunken area after he lost his eyes. When this person came, he blindly slapped the things around him with a palm, and the flower vine frame in front of the small building flew into pieces. Even Hua Qinghe couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Who is Lu Xiaofeng! Roll over and die!"

Hua Qinghe couldn't help but look up at Lu Xiaofeng after hearing this. In fact, Daddy was worried about leaving him alone, right?

Jiang Chen tilted his head slightly and cast a look: indifferent. Remember what you just said?

Lu Xiaofeng: What did I say? I didn't say anything.

No one answered, and the visitor became more and more irritable, with veins on his forehead bulging, and he kicked a few times, and the flower pots at the door shattered with a clang. Gray soil and broken petals were scattered, and the originally clean and tidy yard suddenly became a mess.

He seemed to be still unsatisfied. He took a few big steps, picked up the stone lion at the corner of the archway at the door, and smashed it down towards the yard with all his strength.

There was no sound of the stone lion hitting the ground, but a strong wind was heard.

Before he could dodge, the stone lion had already reached his chest, carrying the huge figure, and smashed the small building more than five meters away.

A huge pit appeared on the bluestone ground of the street. The huge figure lay on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and regardless of the broken ribs, he lifted the stone lion with one hand and stood up again.

Hearing the indifferent words from the place filled with the fragrance of flowers, "...Is that enough?"

"Lu Xiaofeng?" The man held the stone lion in one hand, and the shadow at this moment fell, just like a small mountain. With a gloomy face, he asked in a muffled voice to the yard, "Are you Lu Xiaofeng?"

Seeing that if he continued to ignore it, this small building full of flower fragrance might be stained with blood, Lu Xiaofeng sighed and finally spoke, "Lu Xiaofeng is here."

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"

"Jiang Shaman, do you still remember!"

Jiang Shaman...Mrs. Lu...

Lu Xiaofeng's face turned pale. How happy they were in the past, how painful they are now.

They finally left the pain, why now, there are still people who want them to remember.

Why are there still people who always try to use this poor girl, use her to deal with him.

Shaman, I'm afraid she has already seen this, so in the end, she chose to leave.

Before leaving, she said, "You are a phoenix soaring in the sky, you should not be constrained by love, I am very happy to have a period of time in my life with you."

Lu Xiaofeng never saw her again.

This is also the reason why he drank in Jiangnan Tavern for more than half a month and finally settled here.

"Remember."

"She is dead."

Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth, "... Who did it?"

"It's you!"

The death of Jiang Shaman made him step into the world again.

Jiang Chen had no other words about this. He did not give any advice on Lu Xiaofeng's justice as Hua Qinghe thought.

However, Hua Qinghe knew that he did not agree with what ordinary people said was right.

The next day, Hua Manlou came back and saw that half of the decorations in the yard seemed to have been changed again.

When they were changed, it was always related to Lu Xiaofeng.

Ye Gucheng's arrival was a bit unexpected by Hua Manlou. As Lu Xiaofeng said, Ye Gucheng had not set foot in the Central Plains for nearly ten years.

However, Hua Manlou understood a little better than Lu Xiaofeng. Ye Gucheng had never been a sword. He had never regarded Ye Gucheng as a sword.

They were the same. What they liked was fresh life, and his sword was often wielded for fate.

That was not the sword-wielding of the young knight in the traditional Jianghu who ignored right and wrong and only considered closeness for the sake of chivalry.

Chivalry is important, or life is important.

Because of chivalry, do you have the right to end other people's lives at will?

In this regard, Hua Manlou did not think that this Jianghu was completely correct.

Because no one has the right to end another person's life.

Another half month passed, and Lu Xiaofeng returned safely, just like every time he was involved in a storm before.

When he came back and saw Jiang Chen, he pulled his sleeve and howled like a ghost. On the pavilion, Hua Manlou only heard him crying, and didn't know how miserable he was crying.

He just cried, and he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything, and they didn't ask.

Hua Qinghe brought the wine jar without thinking.

Lu Xiaofeng let go of Jiang Chen, opened the wine jar, and drank it violently. He saw two people, one big and one small, standing on one side, holding the wine jar to Jiang Chen, "Come on! Ye Gucheng! Drink!"

Jiang Chen: "I'm not good at drinking. You drink it."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't seem to hear it. He finished a jar of wine and opened another one. "A drink can relieve a thousand worries! Treat me as a friend, and drink ten or eight jars of it!"

Jiang Chen: ...

Maybe because of some reasons in the past, he rarely drinks. He used to not drink at all.

And nowadays, it is even more necessary to keep a clear mind at all times.

"Xiao Qinghe, come and try it. Let me tell you, wine, this wine, is a good thing."

Jiang Chen frowned and blocked the wine jar handed to Hua Qinghe, "You are drunk."

Lu Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide, "I want to get drunk too."

Jiang Chen walked to his side, pointed his fingertips, and hit his sleeping point with a clear target.

Lu Xiaofeng, except for his low alert now, was able to hit him because Jiang Chen did not have murderous intent.

He may trust Ye Gucheng.

However, what use is it to Jiang Chen?

Just this point, the fingertips were stained with the smell of wine.

I am afraid that he had drunk a lot before.

Lu Xiaofeng lay on the table in the pavilion, and the cold wind blew with the fragrance of flowers.

When he wakes up, the stupidest thing he has ever done in his life needs to be refreshed.

...

He is drunk. There is nothing to be sad about.

What makes people sad is that when he was drunk and confused, he cried to Ye Gucheng...

It really damaged his image.

That was Ye Gucheng.

When he saw that face in the future, how could he use his telepathic finger to block the fairy from the sky.

After Lu Xiaofeng woke up, he sighed at the table. He seemed to have forgotten the deceased. But who can say that he really forgot.

Maybe it's just that she, along with the past, was pressed into the bottom of his heart and became the most untouchable thing.

Lu Xiaofeng is still the Lu Xiaofeng who can entertain himself and smile at any time.

Lu Xiaofeng slipped away for a few days, and when he returned, he held a wine gourd.

He decisively changed the teapot and poured in the strong liquor.

Today, he must get this man drunk and win back a game.

As for the consequences... Lu Xiaofeng never considers the consequences when doing things.

Jiang Chen smelled the smell of alcohol.

Lu Xiaofeng is here.

He always smells of alcohol.

Lu Xiaofeng came over with a sad face and sat down. He took out his wine gourd and poured tea for him, "Come, City Lord, drink tea."

"..."

"How about you accompany me, you drink tea, and I drink wine?"

"..."

"Ah, City Lord, you know that Qi Tong can't drink alcohol. You can't let me go to him."

Jiang Chen picked up the teacup and smelled a strange smell when he got close. It was like tea, but not like tea.

Lu Xiaofeng had no sense of guilt, "Come! Drink!" What excuses could he make for the next cup? Lu Xiaofeng didn't think that Ye Gucheng would believe him if he simply lied and said it was tea.

If it was really a glass of wine... it shouldn't be a big deal.

Jiang Chen drank it. After drinking a glass, he frowned slightly and said, "It's wine."

Lu Xiaofeng: "It's tea."

There was silence for a while.

Jiang Chen said, "It's wine."

"It's tea."

"liquor."

"Tea."

"liquor."

"Tea."

"liquor."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ye Gucheng and patted the table to emphasize.

"..."

Huamanlou, who was disturbed by the argument between the two, looked at Lu Xiaofeng and then at Ye Gucheng.

Hua Qinghe held his father's hand and asked, "Uncle Ye is drunk?"

Jiang Chen turned his head, his expression clear and clear, "I didn't."

Everyone: "..."

Normally, he would have come over with a sharp look, coldly and without any explanation.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but test it, "Your name."

"Ye Gucheng."

"name."

This time he frowned, as if thinking for a while, "Di Xin."

"...your name?"

"..."

"Ouyang Ke!"

"ah?"

"Xuan Xiao!"

Lu Xiaofeng saw a gentle smile on his face that she had never seen before, and then without any warning, he drew his sword and struck at him, saying in a cold voice, "I would rather become a demon!"

On the table, there was a sword mark three inches into the stone.

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly dodged: "..."

What a sin have I done?

Is this the legendary cup pour?

It didn't matter that this man still drank a bottle of wine when he was at the top of the Forbidden City. Before today, he had tried every means to find an excuse to ask him to continue drinking. This was just one cup, and other tricks had not been used yet...

No, could it be that he deliberately pretended to be drunk to avenge himself? ?

After dodging a move, the flower stand in the pavilion was half broken by the sword energy.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. She always felt that drunk people were much more dangerous than sober people.

Huamanlou swept down from the second floor. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but ask Lu Xiaofeng: "...What did you do to the city lord?"

"Drink. Just one drink!"

"Really just one cup!"

But no one knows that for a soul that has multiple memories in rotation, that little bit of hesitation and lack of clarity is enough to mess up his entire life.

Before he finished speaking, another sword light came.

Seeing his clear expression, the two of them suddenly felt a headache and avoided it.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be completely unable to see Hua Manlou, and silently pursued Lu Xiaofeng, who was chasing the Master of Justice.

Lu Xiaofeng: "Seven children, please save me!"

There was a lot of excitement in the courtyard.

Even so, apart from the flower vines that fell for the first time, there was no other damage.

But the faster Lu Xiaofeng ran away, the more murderous the people behind him became.

Killing intent.

Hua Manlou frowned slightly, Liu Yunfei sleeve blocked the long sword.

The tip of the sword comes with cold light.

"City Lord."

Jiang Chen had no expression on his face and saw the blood streaks on the neck of the person in front of him.

Hua Manlou took two steps closer, but the sword on his neck did not move again. He passed the needle, and Ye Gucheng's pupils dilated slightly, unable to reflect other people's figures, and he fell down.

Hua Manlou breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out the numbing needle from his waist.

Lu Xiaofeng jumped over and poked Jiang Chen, "Are you fainted?"

Huamanlou: "Do you still want to run on the wall?"

"..."

"I didn't know he poured a glass of wine."

Huamanlou felt that she once again had a new understanding of this person's ability to cause trouble.

"I think you should think about how to explain it to the city lord who wakes up."

"..." I'm sorry, Qitong, I was wrong. Please help me think of a reason.

Hua Manlou sighed, "If you are more sincere, there is nothing wrong."

"Take the person to the guest room."

Lu Xiaofeng took his hand, threw it on his back, and said sadly: ...You have committed an evil act.

…

Three days later, everyone was worried about him.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and saw Lu Xiaofeng, who looked like a little daughter-in-law beside the bed:...

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, speechless for a while.

"Go away." Jiang Chen smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, and felt a little disgust.

"City Lord, you finally woke up!"

If he doesn't wake up, Qitong will really beat someone.

That one glass of wine will make you faint for three days.

Huamanlou heard the noise, opened the door and came over, "City Lord?"

"Hmm." This was a short sound, but extremely hoarse. Jiang Chen frowned slightly. He probably didn't do much recently.

"The city lord still remembers... before..."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and seemed to have never thought of it before, "Forgot."

Lu Xiaofeng, who had been shaved, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Actually, I just drank a glass of wine by mistake. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

"Why are you drinking?"

"..." Lu Xiaofeng: "Yes, it's me. I poured the wine into the wrong teapot, hahahaha."

Jiang Chen: "You did it on purpose."

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard and smiled.

"snort."

Lu Xiaofeng knew that he was fine.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xiaofeng had to add one more sentence, "... City Lord, never drink alcohol in the future." If he drinks alcohol like this, it may be very dangerous.

But not necessarily. Dangerous, he might be his enemy.

Jiang Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, "Of course I know."

Hua Qinghe brought a bowl of soup, "Uncle Ye, hangover soup."

"Thank you Qinghe."

This matter still seemed to have some impact on him, Ye Gucheng said goodbye immediately, and Huamanlou failed to retain him.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaofeng took Qinghe to Feixian Island to apologize.

Landing on the island, September of the Renchen year.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that it was absolutely right to bring Hua Qinghe with him.

If Lu Xiaofeng was alone, he would easily be thrown into the sea.

In front of Ye Gucheng, he always behaved particularly well.

In October, they made a bet.

Hua Qinghe lost again in the same Tianwai Feixian. This is understandable, he is only ten years old. Even Lu Xiaofeng, who also used the Tianwai Feixian sword, did not dare to say that he could beat Ye Gucheng.

"If the sword is broken, the heart is also broken."

"Qinghe's heart is not easy to break."

His expression was still calm, but Hua Qinghe felt that he was satisfied with this answer, "The human heart is the human heart, and there is no need to change it for external things."

"Qinghe, you must have the ability to keep everything you have, don't be like some people, wait until you lose it, and then denounce the uselessness of the sword in your hand. It's not that the sword is useless, it's that the person is useless."

The words are implicit...

Hua Qinghe glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, who suddenly became silent and shrank aside, trying to be forgotten by the city lord.

Standing with the sword in hand, he answered obediently, "Yes, Qinghe will remember."

To protect what you cherish, the premise is, are you strong enough?

Hua Qinghe left the island and went to the feet of the emperor.

Took the jade from the Fengtian Hall, engraved some words, and put it back.

"In October of the Renchen year, I lost another move to Uncle Ye, and engraved jade as a witness. Qinghe."

For the behavior that was not very respectful to the royal family, Lu Xiaofeng rarely did not stop it. Not only did he not stop it, he also helped Hua Qinghe.

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