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System messages kept popping up in his mind, dragging the dazed Li Ruoshui back.

The shadows of the panes cast on the bed, pulling them diagonally into a trapezoid, as if covering them.

At this time, Li Ruoshui was still being squeezed like tofu, but she was used to it. She listened to these rewards and silently chose one.

"Check the number of favorable impressions."

[Sorry, the reward for this time can only be issued after the fragments of the previous reward are used up. 】

...

Don't you have to enter the dream again? Forget it, a little tired.

She put in too much effort last night, Li Ruoshui is still in sage mode, she doesn't want to work at all, she just wants to lie down again.

A sparrow flew in through a small slit under the branch window. It tilted its head and looked at her for a long time, chattering non-stop.

Li Ruoshui didn't move, but a red-scarred arm crossed her and put it on the windowsill, tapped with his fingertips, and the bird flew away immediately.

But Li Ruoshui seemed to read the shock of "the world is going down" from his big eyes.

It's not her fault, it can only be said that Lu Zhi's skin is so good, smooth, elastic, and feels great in the hand, and he himself made her a little heavier, so she just...

She moved a bit against her path, but didn't move completely.

After he put his hand on the window sill, he didn't put it down again, as if he had fallen asleep again.

The sun shone on his mottled arms, like a highlight, the white was whiter, the red was redder, and it looked more and more shocking.

Li Ruoshui felt guilty, she patted the man pretending to be sleeping, and was going to find some medicine to wipe him.

"I know you're awake, let go, I'll find some medicine to wipe it on for you."

The arm resting on the windowsill was immediately retracted, and it seemed to be gently resting on her shoulder, but she couldn't get up.

"I don't have pain, I don't need medicine."

Lu Zhi opened his eyelashes, and the sun was shining in his unfocused eyes.

He raised his lips and lowered his fingers down her shoulders, only to put them in Li Ruoshui's palm, wanting to wait for her to hold him.

Now his views on marriage have changed qualitatively, and the disgust and dislike of the past have been left behind by him, and the only thing left is happiness.

Marriage can be a fusion of bone and blood, and marriage can justifiably be with her.

"Let's rest in the imperial city for a few more days, and then we'll go to Suzhou together, okay?"

Li Ruoshui paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, a little puzzled: "Why take a few days off?"

Shouldn't he pack her up and take her to Suzhou right away?

"Why?" Lu Zhizhi propped himself up, a streamer flashed across his black hair, and it fell coldly on her neck.

He half opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

"Continuing to teach last night of course, I guess I still have a lot to learn, right?"

Li Ruoshui looked at the mottles on his chest and was speechless for a while.

Although he was also happy, she felt that the last one who enjoyed it was her.

Li Ruoshui reached out and poked the red mark on his arm: "For example, what do you want to learn?"

"For example, now, it seems as uncomfortable as last night, but I know you're tired... So what should I do?"

He said it in a bright light, without covering it up, but it made Li Ruoshui blush a little.

She glanced down slightly, then immediately averted her gaze. She touched the gauze skirt on her body and leaned towards him.

"You can use your own hands, or, use my skirt."

With guidance and permission, Lu Zhizhi raised his lips, put his arms around her shoulders, and slowly approached her.

He had such a situation before, but he always thought it was a chronic disease, neither painful nor itchy, and had no effect.

Since it is a chronic disease, there is nothing to worry about. He is about to die, and there is no difference between dying from illness and being killed.

——Until last night, this perception was completely subverted by Li Ruoshui.

His eyelashes were like vibrating butterfly wings, and his eyes were exposed to the penetrating sunlight, and more mist was evaporated.

"Weak water..."

His voice trembled, and then he didn't know what to think, buried his head in her shoulder and neck, chuckled softly, and the hands that held her vibrated.

He was still reciting her name, the pronunciation of which was clear and the end note rose.

The word "weak water" came out of his mouth with sweetness, but was swept in by the tip of the tongue, as if it was about to be chewed and melted into the body.

Li Ruoshui raised his hand and patted his shoulder, telling him not to get too excited.

The silver bells on her ankles would occasionally ring a few times when she was passive, and she suffered the most from the gauze skirt she just put on.

It was originally light ink, flat and light, but now it has become wrinkled.

He was like a dodder, slowly winding up from the bottom, getting tighter and tighter, wrapping her tightly in his arms.

The breeze blew in from the branch window, dissipating a lot of the warmth of the two, and after a while, Lu Zhiyao stopped.

He raised his head, touched her side face with his hand around his shoulder, kept rubbing it, and said in a hoarse voice.

"...Is it okay?"

"Can."

The moment he got permission, he kissed the corner of her lips, his back straightened, and he swallowed all the syllables.

At this point, the light ink gauze skirt was sprinkled with a little white star, like a blank space in an ink painting.

"..."

He lowered his head and murmured in her ear, speaking in Suzhou dialect that she could not understand, so as to get through the afterglow.

The spring is just right, and the two can stay warm for a long time.

"They definitely got the wind, otherwise how could they control everyone overnight?"

Lu Feiyue frowned and looked at Jiang Nian, pushed the tea in her hand aside, not in the mood to drink it at all.

Jiang Nian pushed the tea over again, and also pushed another refreshment to her.

"How much to eat. Don't we have an account book? Those from the Black Bandit Village and the Zheng Family are all evidence. Didn't a high-ranking official be tracked down before?"

People slowly poured into the teahouse, and the servants in the shop also began to tidy up the table, and it was time to start telling stories.

Lu Feiyue only glanced back, not too much, anyway, the most talked about teahouse in the imperial city is Yufeng Villa.

"What kind of high-ranking official is he? He's just a court speaker. He was an eighth-rank official who was just transferred last year, and this year he was a sixth-rank official. It shows how powerful the people behind him are."

She sighed slightly, picked up a tea cake and ate it.

"My master told us not to beat the grass and startle the snakes. If we can't see these abducted women, we don't even have a stick. How can we beat the grass."

Jiang Nian recalled last night, thinking in his heart how to connect with those women quietly.

"Weak water?"

Hearing Lu Feiyue's voice, Jiang Nian turned to look at the door of the teahouse.

I saw Li Ruoshui and Lu Zhiyao walking to the teahouse talking and laughing, and they seemed to want to listen to the book too.

He smiled and waved directly to the two of them.

Lu Feiyue stretched out her hand and patted him, her eyebrows were upside down, and there was some panic in her cold and beautiful expression.

"The newlywed Yan'er, what are we going to do to disturb you?"

It was too late, Li Ruoshui had already seen them.

She excitedly pulled Lu Chiao over and put all the food in her hands on the table.

"Sister Lu, do you have something to eat?"

Lu Zhiyao smiled softly as usual, and sat next to Li Ruoshui without saying a word.

Jiang Nian couldn't help sighing when he looked at the contents in the oil-paper bag.

"Are you going to buy one?"

There are many kinds of food on the table, but they are all the same. One bun, one shortbread, and a few candied fruits add up to a little bit.

After walking on the street for a long time, Li Ruoshui blushed so hot, she wiped her sweat and poured herself a cup of cold tea.

"It's not a small amount, but I bought it all for him."

She put down the teacup and pointed the way, her eyes sparkling and full of life.

"His food intake is too small, and his usual consumption is definitely not enough. I am now slowly increasing his food intake to keep it within a healthy range."

She patted Lu Zhiyao's shoulder and pushed the yellow hairband behind him.

"Did you eat so little when you were young? I don't know how you grew so tall."

Lu Zhiyao didn't answer, just pursed his lips and chuckled, he loosened his eyebrows, and tangled his hands under the table again.

"Why did you come to the teahouse?"

Jiang Nian looked at them curiously, his eyes accidentally fell on their little fingers, and his expression suddenly became envious.

"He's coming from the distance. He is very interested in teahouses now, and he has to listen to books wherever he goes."

Li Ruoshui stretched out his hand and fanned the wind, then turned his head to look: "This place is better than the teahouse in Cangzhou, and there are more people."

Lu Feiyue was drinking tea, and she wanted to join, but she couldn't think of anything to say, so she nodded to the side to indicate that she was still there.

And Lu Zhi, although he is also paying attention to the dialogue, but what Li Ruoshui said, Jiang Nian's voice has been ignored by him.

There were four people at a table, and only Li Ruoshui and Jiang Nian were really communicating.

"Everyone, today is the tradition of our imperial city, let's talk about Yufeng Villa."

There was no gavel, just a loud roar of chickens.

The storyteller blocked his mouth with a fan and simulated a scene of a dozen chickens making noise.

The teahouse gradually quieted down, everyone was smiling and knew how the story was going, but they never tire of listening to it.

"The first thing that made this Yufeng Villa famous was not his martial arts, nor his kind deeds, but the white feathered silky chicken."

Hearing the name, Li Ruoshui glanced at Lu Zhiyao, only to see a deeper smile on his lips, as if he was beginning to be interested in this story.

"We all know that the owner of the young village is called He Wenmo. He has a dignified appearance and a good demeanor. Although he is from Jianghu, he is also famous here."

Suddenly there was a sound of the piano, curling up Nana, evoking a lingering atmosphere, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

"In the early spring of that year, He Wenmo came to the imperial city to do business, which coincided with the season of pear blossoms.

At that time, the imperial city was swaying with pear petals, like snow falling all over the sky, but in the spring, the beauty of the scenery is now invisible.

When he first entered Beijing, a high-spirited teenager hit the streets, and happened to rescue the daughter of the Taifu who was kidnapped, Miss Xu Si, and a good relationship began. "

Lu Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, turned his head to Li Ruoshui's ear, and said in a low voice.

"Why does this story sound familiar?"

"This is not familiar. Most of the stories are the beginning of this. When you hear more in the future, you can guess the direction of the story."

Li Ruoshui also leaned over and muttered, and then she remembered something and asked in a low voice.

"Did the chicken you plucked to make ear feathers steal from this villa?"

Lu Zhiyao pondered for a while, then loosened his brows and smiled.

"Forget it, maybe."

Suddenly, a sword cry shook Li Ruoshui, who was talking secretly. She stared at the stage with wide eyes.

I saw that the storyteller pursed his lips, and the sword chant just now was actually made by him.

"Ms. Xu Si has read poetry and books a lot and lived in a boudoir, but she has never seen the real world, not to mention the pleasures and hatreds and swords and swords that she only read in books.

She naturally fell in love with such a young chivalrous man as the master of the young village.

The two moved and remained silent, and they were both literary and martial. It didn't take long for her to become a relative, and she was married to Yufeng Villa in Yingchuan. "

Li Ruoshui shook his head and sighed deeply.

Whether it's marriage or love, if you just like the mystery caused by not understanding, then the ending must be tragic.

Such feelings are like opening a blind box. After the mystery is lifted, what lies below is unknown.

"Besides, this Yufeng Villa has been passed down for four generations by then, and in terms of military force, it is one of the best in the world.

However, Shaozhuang was weak in the main body and failed to train very well. At that time, he was a little weak, and even he rarely participated in the annual competition in the rivers and lakes.

Just a few years after they got married, a red-clothed woman suddenly appeared at the competition. "

The compliment the storyteller used, but the audience in the teahouse pouted, and some even asked him to skip it.

"What are you talking about, it's not that we don't know, skip her!"

...

"I'm sorry everyone, there are still many newcomers in this teahouse. Storytellers can't be so subjective, please understand."

The storyteller pursed his mouth and exclaimed a few times, and then the sound of the sword dancing came out.

"The woman in red was carrying a big sword, and with the hilt, it was as high as her shoulders, and when she put it down, the ashes on the ring were raised a lot.

The heavy sword has no sharp edge, and she is ingenious and unworkable. She became the champion not long after her arrival. She was as light as playing a game.

What's more, this woman in red can use the long-lost puppet art, without a sword, and when the silver thread comes out, everyone has to be controlled by her. "

There was a burst of boos in the teahouse, very disdainful, and some people even started to eat melon seeds.

Li Ruoshui, who felt that something was wrong the more he listened:...

As soon as this puppet technique came out, she already knew who it was.

"The woman in red still doesn't know her name, she only knows her surname is Lu, she is beautiful and has a domineering temperament.

When there was more news, she was already entangled with the young owner of Yufeng Villa, He Wenmo.

At that time, it was widely circulated on the rivers and lakes, and many people also waited and watched with the mentality of watching the play.

Who would have thought that this domineering woman would be the biggest disaster for Yufeng Villa in the past century.

It was she who took a young man to slaughter a huge Yufeng Villa and pounded his century-old foundation.

The blood flowed into rivers, people were panicking, and the biggest tragedy in the rivers and lakes happened, and Yufeng Villa also fell.

What is the reason? See you tomorrow. "

The listeners who have heard it several times before are banging on the seeds to listen to the next story, but the newcomer is immersed in it, trying to find an answer.

For example, Li Ruoshui.

"Brother, why is this?"

She turned to look at a middle-aged man eating melon seeds, and handed him the candied fruit in his hand.

The eldest brother gave her an admiring look, took the thing, and said a word lightly.

"Why else? Isn't it just a word of love? They are just like that, hypocritical."

"Could this storyteller be wrong?"

The eldest brother took out the candied fruit and ate it: "Who knows, their love of storytelling is always mixed, so I just listen to it for fun."

He looked at Li Ruoshui, and then pointed to other people who were filled with righteous indignation.

"Don't learn from them, you will be so angry when you hear a story. You don't know if it's true or not. It's better to eat two bowls of rice if you have time."

Li Ruoshui smiled at him, and gave him another pack of chestnut cakes.

She recalled the person in the fragment and felt that she didn't seem to be the type who would chase after others, and that Miss Xu had too few roles...

Can't understand, she suddenly remembered that she still has a piece of useless, so she will use it tonight.

As he said, he did. After Li Ruoshui washed up, he lay straight on the bed and looked at Lu Kao beside him.

"I'm going to bed first, don't wake me up until tomorrow morning."

It is not within her control which memory fragments will reach Luyuan, but she believes that at least they will be touched.

[Shards open]

Li Ruoshui immediately fell asleep without any buffer.

The way to undress is far away: ?

He opened his eyelashes, touched her face gropingly, and breathed under her nose.

It was true that he slept, but this situation, how could it be so similar to the previous few times, that he slept without any warning.

With some conjectures in her mind, she moved her fingers under her nose and gently stroked her eyelids.

"...What are you dreaming about?"