Zhang Wenxue stood still, as if struck by lightning.

They. What?

He hardly heard a word Sheng Hechen said.

All that was left in his mind was Sheng Hechen's initial words, and he suddenly felt that what he had done was meaningless. His younger brother really had something in his heart, and he had even developed to this point. At this moment, he obviously has nothing to do but bless Jiang Su.

Sheng Hechen was still excited and muttered, "I just saw them coming back hand in hand, reeking of alcohol. This is the first time I've seen him drink so much."

Zhang Mengxue suddenly heard the smell of alcohol, lowered his eyelashes, murmured, and said, "he's drunk."

Sheng Hechen: "drinking is the most promiscuous sex."

Zhang Wenxue turned to go out and said, "I'll go and prepare sober soup for him first."

Sheng Hechen was stunned.

He originally thought that Zhang Wenxue would be as indignant as he was, but he didn't want Zhang to understate his grievances, so he had no place to vent his grievances, so he had to hold it back and gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never give up lightly."

Zhang Mengxue just smiled bitterly and said, "but I know my brother, and he is not the one who will give up easily."

If so, how could he be the first sword on the right path today?

Sheng Hechen also wanted to say again, but Zhang Wenxue had already waved his hand.

"all right, Lord of the League, go back." Zhang asked Xue to close her eyes slightly and said, "I am his brother. When my brother has a loved one, I should be happy."

……

The next morning, Zhang Mengxue specially got up early in the morning and prepared a sober soup for Jiang Su and sent it to Qianqiu Garden. He saw Jiang Su, who was supposed to have a hangover, practicing his sword in the courtyard. He was stunned and looked at the courtyard. He saw Mu Yichuan sitting on the side eating steamed bread, Sheng Hechen squatting on the edge of his house, Huo Huo sharpening his sword, everything was different from what he thought.

Jiang Su had seen him, put back his sword and sheathed his sword, and said to him that there was no sign of a hangover on his face. Zhang Wenxue had to put the sober soup on the small stone table in the courtyard. "I listened to the attendant in the courtyard yesterday and said," when you came back smelling of alcohol, I stewed sober soup for you

Jiang Su was stunned, smiled and shook his head: "Brother, I didn't drink. That's the smell of alcohol on Elder Ding Yesheng."

Zhang asked Xue: "Ding Yesheng?"

"yesterday, me and Mu Shao. The wooden master and nephew went out together and ran into Elder Ding drunk. " Jiang Su forcibly reversed his title to Muyichuan so as not to be discovered by Sheng Hechen. "I helped Elder Ding back together with my nephew, and the smell of alcohol should have been picked up at that time."

Zhang Wanxue did not feel relaxed in his heart.

Since they didn't drink, of course there is no such thing as drunken promiscuity. Both of them are wide awake, that is to say. Zhang Mingxue had a pain in her heart and was about to put away the sober soup and leave, but she remembered something.

That Muyichuan is still injured, and one side of his right hand is absolutely untouchable, but in just a few days, the wound has only just formed a scab. if strenuous exercise involves the wound, it is bound to crack, and looking at Jiang Su's attitude a few days ago, he attaches the most importance to this matter. Such being the case, it will not be unbearable even for such a few days.

Not to mention. Zhang Wenxue saw that Jiang Su and Mu Yichuan looked as usual today, unlike physical discomfort and no more intimate attitude. when he had doubts, he could not help testing and asked, "that last night.". "

Jiang Su wondered, "Last night?"

Zhang asked Xue with a cough and said, "Brother, are you not feeling well?"

Jiang Su was very confused: "No."

At this point, he had already sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, moving his wrist subconsciously, and pondering Zhang Wenxue's sentence, he suddenly realized, "how did my brother know?"

Zhang asked Xue with a tremor in his heart: "you are sure enough."

"Last night, I slept with a sword in my arms." Jiang Su sighed, "the pressure makes the muscles and veins of the arm not smooth, and it is still a little sore and numb up to now."

Zhang Wanxue: "…."

What, holding the sword?

Zhang Mengxue consciously looked back at Sheng Hechen, who was sharpening his knife behind him. Sheng Hechen was also a little surprised. Their eyes converged. Zhang Wenxue understood that Sheng Hechen should have misunderstood last night, and could not help but stare at Sheng Hechen, while Sheng Hechen felt guilty and had to look down, but in his heart he was happy, and his lips could not help smiling.

……

Jiang Su was silent.

He didn't know what happened last night, and the scene was really ambiguous in his eyes.

The elder brother glared at the Lord of Sheng League, and the Lord of Sheng League bowed his head with a smile on his lips. What's going on? He clearly remembered that the relationship between the elder brother and the Lord of Sheng League had never been very good. After only one night, the two seemed to become ambiguous, and they even flirted and felt affectionately in front of him.

Wait.

Jiang Su is acutely aware of one thing with a keen sense of smell.

Zhang Wenxue's kung fu is enough to rank in the top 50 in the world, while Sheng Hechen's kung fu is higher than he is. If he really has something, he will make a match between himself. Matchmaking a top 50 is a red margin of 20, and if two people add up, won't he accomplish half of the task?

Jiang Su was excited and calm in his heart, just looking around, thinking and looking for an opportunity to match the two.

Sheng Hechen, who is that? Jianghu Beauty he chooses jianghu as a typical career guest on a blind date. If he chooses a complementary partner for him, he obviously needs a good wife and a gentle and considerate little wife to take care of him.

His eyes soon fell on the food basket filled with sober soup.

According to his understanding of the elder brother, there can't be only sober soup in this basket, it should also contain the breakfast made by the elder brother himself.

And Jiangsu knows a truth.

If you want to catch a man's heart, you must first catch his stomach.

Zhang Wenxue's cooking skill is a little worse, but most of it is reflected in the strange medicinal diet, if the proper cooking, the taste can still be imported, jianghu people, do not stick to trivialities, a little taste deviation, it is really not a big deal.

Besides, although my brother's food is a little bad, he has been very considerate to himself over the years. Isn't this the wife who is walking?.

Jiang Su had brought the food basket over. As he opened the food basket, he smiled and asked, "what delicious food did brother make?"

Zhang Mengxue then came to her senses and slowly said, "inside is"

Jiang Su turned to look at Sheng Hechen: "Sheng League Lord, one piece?"

Sheng Hechen smiled: "Su er was invited, but it was disrespectful."

Zhang Wanxue: "Chicken soup."

Jiang Su: "."

Muichuan: "…."

It's over.

Jiang Su feels that the pair of elder brother and the master of Sheng League may not be able to match up in this lifetime.

……

The black chicken soup was placed on the stone table, and there was a strange smell around it. Sheng Hechen shook his hands and scooped up a spoon, only wanting to give himself a slap.

He should have politely refused what was disrespectful.

But the gentleman said, the horse is irrecoverable, and he can't die here because of a mouthful of chicken soup. Maybe it just smells bad, but it may still taste good. Sheng Hechen took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly. Put the spoon into your mouth.

Wei Lei Fang sensed that this was enough to impact the soul, so a guard in the Wulin League hurried up and said, "report!"

Sheng Hechen: "."

Sheng Hechen was in tears in his heart.

Damn it, why couldn't he have reported it earlier?

He finally swallowed the soul-killing soup, opened his mouth with a trembling voice for a while, and asked, "what's the matter?"

The guard replied nervously, "Wanshe Island mainly killed Elder Ding, and they have already fought!"

Sheng Hechen was obviously stunned, and some of them could not recover: "what?"

The guard thought over and over and didn't know how to explain it, and after holding it for a while, he could only spit out a sentence: "if you don't get there, it may be too late!"

……

Jiang Su is curious.

People in the rivers and lakes all know that Ding Yesheng and the owner of the island of Wanshe Island have a close friendship. They are usually called brothers. They have never quarreled with each other for so many years. Ding Yesheng can also be regarded as the second leader in Wanshe Island. For two people who have such a good relationship, what must be done to make them fight?.

Watching the hustle and bustle is never too big. Jiang Su immediately dragged Mu Yichuan and followed Sheng Hechen and Zhang Wanxue to the small courtyard where Wanshe Island lived. the fight had stopped, and Fang Yuanluo, the deputy master of the gang living in the next courtyard, separated the two people from each other. He forcibly stopped the fight and kept persuading on one side: "We are all brothers, so what can't be said properly?"

Master of the island: "Bah, I regard him as a brother, but he"

As he became angrier and angrier, he inevitably kicked Ding Yesheng again, but Ding Yesheng did not avoid the flash, but only bowed his head. Jiang Su saw that Ding Yesheng had a few colors on his face, which was really embarrassed, but if he remembered correctly, Ding Yesheng's kung fu was far above the master of the island, and if he really hit it with a hard hand, the injured person should also be the owner of the island.

Is it. Does Ding Yesheng have a hangover?

Jiang Su turned his eyes to Ding Yesheng again. He wanted to find traces of drunkenness from Ding Yesheng, but he saw at a glance that Ding Yesheng was now in messy clothes. In such a cold season, he only wore a single coat with an open neckline, revealing a muscular chest, and ….

How many ambiguous scratches?

Jiang Su: "."

Jiang Su began to panic.

You know, this is the world of some tang literature. Last night, he threw a drunken Ding Yesheng into the house of his disciple on Wanshe Island, and something that should have happened in the book would happen. By the way, mention the disciple of Wanshe Island. Which disciple of Wanshe Island did he entrust Ding Yesheng to last night?

Jiang Su looked around the courtyard and caught a glimpse of the door of a room on one side, and then a man poked his head and looked out carefully.

Looks like this is the room.

As soon as he was about to walk over, Lord Sujima had grasped Sheng Hechen's hand and seemed to ask Sheng Hechen to make the decision for him, but he was unable to open his mouth because of the presence of a large number of unrelated people in the courtyard. He hesitated again and again and pulled Sheng Hechen to the side of the house. He was full of resentment and said angrily, "Lord of Sheng League, you must make the decision for me."

Seeing this, Jiang Su hurriedly followed the pace of melons. Except for the guards and the disciples of Wanshe Island, several people in the courtyard immediately followed into the house. Even Ding Yesheng came in dejected. As soon as the door was closed, Sheng Hechen said that the master of Fusu Island sat down first, and Fang Yuanluo, the deputy helper of the beggar gang, hurriedly followed and said, "everyone is brothers. Just sit down and talk."

"Oh, brother." Lord Ishima smiled angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "I regard him as a brother, but he is plotting against my son!"

Jiang Su: "."

It's over.

They're not really having sex after drinking, are they?! W, please remember:,