White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

Chapter 137

◎I changed my hairstyle◎

Early in the morning, the warm sunlight shone through the window onto the floor below the window. The gauze curtains on both sides of the bed were still hanging straight. There were two people sleeping on the bed, but Huang Yan was the first to wake up, lying on his side , with one hand propped near the temple, quietly looking at Zhu Yanfeng who was still sleeping peacefully.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yanfeng's eyelids moved slowly. He opened his eyes and lightly covered his forehead. When he saw the top of the bed, he was stunned for a while, and then slightly lowered his eyes to think about it. His face was full of puzzlement. Turning her head, she met Huang Yan's vivid peach blossom eyes, and saw Huang Yan pursing her lips and smiling.

Huang Yan opened his lips: "Are you awake? Are you awake too?"

Zhu Yanfeng turned sideways quickly, facing Huang Yan, and replied: "Last night... I didn't seem to climb up by myself, it seems... when I was at the window..."

Huang Yan said bluntly: "Last night, you got drunk faster than me, and I had to bring you to the bed."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "I, did I get drunk and say something?"

Huang Yan replied: "Maybe your heart is quiet and you don't think about anything, so you fell asleep when you were drunk."

Zhu Yanfeng asked again: "Am I heavy?"

Huang Yan said with a smile: "You feel guilty, do you want to make up for me?"

Zhu Yanfeng said: "I'm afraid that I'm too heavy and make you tired. Do you feel any pain?"

Huang Yan confessed: "Eldest brother is indeed much heavier than I imagined, I can hardly lift you with my arms, so I dragged you to the bed first, and then carried you up."

When Zhu Yanfeng heard this, he immediately touched his knee to see if there was any scratches.When Huang Yan saw his actions, he couldn't help being amused.

Zhu Yanfeng was lucky to say solemnly: "Fortunately, there is no skin trauma."

Huang Yan replied: "I have seen it a long time ago. If you have skin trauma, I should have told you."

Zhu Yanfeng suddenly frowned slightly, covered his forehead lightly for the second time, and said, "My head... I really can't drink too much wine, but now it hurts even more..."

Huang Yan looked at him, then hugged him suddenly, rolled over lightly and lay on top of him, rubbed his temples, and said while rubbing, "Perhaps I should ask someone to make you a bowl of hangover soup?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "My request is not high, a piece of ginger is enough."

Huang Yan immediately raised his upper body, raised one gauze curtain, got off the couch, quickly put on his robe, and left the guest room, Zhu Yanfeng could only continue to lie on the couch, rubbing his temples.

After a while, Huang Yan came back, dressed neatly on the couch, and lay on Zhu Yanfeng's body again, with a piece of ginger lightly held in his peach blossom lips, and the hot and sour smell permeated the tip of his nose. Ginger was handed to Zhu Yanfeng's lips.

Zhu Yanfeng immediately took the ginger in his mouth, found that it was fresh and tender sour ginger, chewed it lightly, and asked, "Where did you get this piece of sour ginger?"

Huang Yan pressed against Zhu Yanfeng's face, and gently wiped his peach blossom lips beside the corners of his lips, wiping off the sour taste left on his lips, and said: "Just as I went downstairs, I saw Xiao Er had a jar, saying that there are often people in the inn Drunk, afraid of getting drunk and smashing the store, I specially prepared this jar for sobering up, which saves trouble and is convenient."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "It's delicious, but it's a pity you only took one slice."

Huang Yan asked with a smile: "If you eat sour ginger before breakfast, won't you feel even hungrier?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "It seems...a little bit."

Huang Yan said: "I heard your stomach screaming 'I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry'."

Zhu Yanfeng said honestly: "Why is what I heard different from what you heard? What I heard was 'goooo'..."

Huang Yan smiled and replied: "Actually, what I heard was 'croak'." He hurriedly asked, "Do you feel better? It's already time, it's time for breakfast."

Zhu Yanfeng felt himself first, and then said: "It seems that my head doesn't hurt much."

Huang Yan then moved away, lay down on the bed first, washed his face, and then combed his hair in front of the mirror, gently holding the back of the comb between his lips, with both hands on the top of his head, he tied part of the hair into a bun, and then combed the front hair into a bun. The twists and turns flow around the vertebrae, leaving a beautiful tip.

Zhu Yanfeng put on his robe, came behind him, lightly snatched the comb from his lips, looked at him in the mirror, and combed some strands of hair hanging from his temples for him.

After exchanging positions, Huang Yan combed Zhu Yanfeng's high ponytail, which was obviously very easy to comb, but Huang Yan combed it for two quarters of an hour. There are nine ring scars looming between the roots, and the strands of hair are combed to the back of the head, covering the ring scars.

The two of them took their burdens, left the inn together, and sat down at a breakfast stall that passed by along the way. The owner of the stall said, "Morning guest officer" skillfully as soon as he came over, and then wiped the table with a clean cloth towel in his arms, and wiped it clean. , and then asked the two of them: "What would the guest officer want to eat?"

Zhu Yanfeng glanced sideways at Huang Yan, and then replied: "Tofu curd, noodle soup, fried buns."

Huang Yan added: "One bowl each is fine."

The stall owner replied: "Guest officer, wait for a while." He immediately returned to the stove and started to work, and the hot air in the pot slowly buffered against the blue sky.

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help but said to Huang Yan: "Did you eat a little bit this morning?"

Huang Yan replied: "You made so many mooncakes for me to eat, I don't want to get fat into a ball before winter comes."

Zhu Yanfeng confessed: "Actually, I only wanted to bring a few, but the old man..."

Huang Yan said calmly: "Eat one or two bowls less in the past two or three days. Since we have traveled so many places like this, we should be able to lose a few catties."

The stall owner came over with a wooden tray, put it lightly on the table, put the bean curd, noodle soup, and a plate of fried buns stuffed with shrimps on the table, took the end plate away, said "Guests take it easy" and returned Keep busy at the stove.

Huang Yan took out two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and handed one pair to Zhu Yanfeng. The two shared a bowl of noodle soup and a plate of fried buns. The beancurd was fed to Huang Yan, but Huang Yan shook his head lightly, and only said to him: "Taste it first."

Zhu Yanfeng took a sip of the bean curd by himself before replying, "Sweet and salty."

Huang Yan asked: "Half-salty, half-sweet?"

Zhu Yanfeng said in detail: "It's fresh and salty, and slowly melts into a little sweetness." Then he scooped up another tablespoon and brought it to Huang Yan's lips. Huang Yan swallowed the bean curd with curiosity.

After eating breakfast and wiping his mouth clean, Zhu Yanfeng called out to the stall owner: "Boss, pay the bill!"

The stall owner responded with an 'OK', walked over immediately, and continued: "Guest officer, these three items are worth 21 coins in total."

After Zhu Yanfeng paid the money, he carried two burdens on his back and left with Huang Yan. He came to a post station, borrowed a good horse and galloped to the next city. Two days later, he changed horses at another post station. Zhu Yanfeng wrote down his name on the borrowed horse book, and stamped it with the seal of Shaoqing of Jinling Pavilion.

The station messenger took the brochure, looked at it, but suddenly froze, and asked, "Are both masters from the Jinling Pavilion in Qingluan City?"

Zhu Yanfeng confessed generously: "That's right."

The messenger of the post station informed: "Someone sent an urgent letter to the two masters yesterday. I thought that if I didn't meet the two masters today, this letter would have to be sent to another post station. "

Zhu Yanfeng was curious: "What kind of urgent letter?"

The messenger at the post station only replied: "You two masters wait a moment first, and the younger one asks someone to fetch the letter."

After a while, an envoy came over with a letter accompanied by the sound of Chuan, and presented it respectfully: "Letter from the two masters."

Huang Yan took the letter, accepted it first, turned around and took Zhu Yanfeng out of the station on foot.

At that time, Fu Zhayue returned to Yunxiu Peak, walked quickly through the quiet corridor, and suddenly a sharp knife flew out from the front, approaching her directly, she turned sideways to avoid it without hesitation, and quickly drew out her own sword The long sword confronted the figure that appeared suddenly several times swiftly and earnestly, even though he could clearly see the face of the other party, it was his elder brother.

Fu Xuehen raised his sword and stabbed at her again and again, while asking seriously: "I have been missing for so long, why do I dare to come back now?"

Zhayue dealt with her elder brother seriously, and replied seriously: "I'm back anyway! Are you going to punish me?"

Xue Hen continued: "Do you know that Zunfu sent many people down the mountain to look for you?"

Zhayue only asked back: "If I know, can I come back by myself?"

Xue hate couldn't help saying: "You are really stubborn!"

Zhayue asked: "What is brother thinking now? Are you arresting me and questioning me?"

Xue Hen dodged her sharp blade, turned around, and walked in front of him, firmly grabbed her jade wrist holding the sword, and only asked: "Speak clearly, where have you been all these days?"

Zhayue glanced at her elder brother's serious gaze, then immediately avoided and refused to speak.

Xue Hen guessed: "Did you go to see the lover in your heart again?"

Zhayue only struggled hard, broke free her hand, and immediately ran past her brother: "Don't worry about my affairs! You have your tasks, why bother with mine."

Xue Hen just blurted out the word 'you', but his sister ran as fast as a rabbit and disappeared in the blink of an eye, so it was difficult to say anything about her.Suddenly, there was the sound of 跫 from behind, and he turned his head immediately, only to meet Yang Qingming's handsome figure.

Yang Qingming saw that he was holding the long sword that had not been sheathed in his hand, and asked curiously: "Who did Young Master use force against just now?"

Xue Hen said bluntly, "It's my sister."

Yang Qingming was slightly delighted: "Miss was finally willing to come back after being missing for a while."

Xue Hen took the opportunity to ask: "You should have seen that man, is he really that good? It can make my sister fascinated."

Yang Qingming smiled, and replied: "He is a brave and handsome boy. Miss said that she met him in Pingchao Wuchang a few years ago."

Xue Hen was slightly stunned, and couldn't help saying: "He also practiced martial arts in Pingchao Martial Arts Factory? No wonder..."

Yang Qingming gently picked up Xuehen's hair, lowered his head and sniffed gently.Seeing his actions, Xue Hen was in a daze again, unable to speak for a while.

The peach tree outside is not in the blooming season at this moment, but a fragrant peach blossom quietly bloomed in Xuehen's heart, and its fragrance wafted from Yang Qingming's body.

After dusk, a couple, a pair of brothers and sisters, all sat at the big round table to enjoy dinner. Shang Yanhua was a little busy, and brought food for Fu Lianlei, then stood up again, and brought food for Zhayue. Zhayue said happily With the word "thank you, mother", Xue Hen said nothing, thinking about it while eating.

Suddenly, Zhayue felt an inexplicable vomiting in her throat, she hurriedly turned her face away, frowned slightly, covered her mouth, and vomited for a while.

Shang Yanhua was surprised: "Yue'er, what's going on?"

Because of this sentence, the two men sitting at the table also looked at Zhayue at the same time.

Zhayue let go of her hand covering her mouth, and replied: "I'm fine, but I don't know why I always want to vomit these days, but I can't vomit anything. I don't seem to have eaten anything wrong."

Shang Yanhua was startled, and after glancing at Fu Lianlei, he forced a smile: "It's fine, let's eat first."

After thinking about it, Fu Lianlei felt something was wrong, so he ordered: "Hen'er, go down now and call for a doctor to come over and give your sister a consultation."

Xue Hen immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, stood up and walked out.

Shang Yanhua said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, why should I ask the doctor to come and see it at this time."

Fu Lianlei didn't answer, but just stared at Zhayue seriously, which made Zhayue secretly feel guilty.

After a while, Xue Hen came back and sat down to continue eating dinner. Only Zhayue ate carefully, for fear of vomiting again.

The family had just finished their dinner, and the maids had just removed the utensils and leftovers from the table, when the young lady came to the dining room with the attendant, Volianlei immediately ordered her: "Miss just wanted to vomit but couldn't, Find out why for her."

The girls respectfully agreed to say yes, and then looked at Zhayue's face and facial features, and then felt the pulse of her two hands at the same time. After only two cups of tea, they told Fu Lianlei: "Master, miss Happy."

Xue Hen was shocked immediately when he heard the words, Shang Yanhua only lowered his eyes calmly, Fu Lianlei was furious, and Zhayue couldn't calm down like a bolt from the blue, his heart was beating wildly.Fu Lianlei first ordered the girls to retreat, and then reprimanded Zhayue: "No wonder you always like to run outside, and you have been missing for a long time recently, so you did such things outside!"

Zhayue hurriedly said: "Father! Me, me! I didn't mess around! He is my ideal!"

Fu Lianlei sighed softly, and continued: "I can't blame you entirely, you really look like my father when he was young, and my father should have seen it earlier."

Shang Yanhua suddenly became unhappy, and blurted out: "What are you talking about!"

Fu Lianlei didn't care at all, but right now he just wanted to question Zhayue: "Who is that man, and how long have you been entangled with him?"

Zhayue's lips trembled uncontrollably, and she refused to say a word.

Shang Yanhua interjected, trying to persuade Fu Lianlei: "Don't force her, she will naturally speak when she wants to."

Fu Lianlei was afraid that the plan would be spoiled, so he said to Zhayue flatly: "My father wants you to kill the child in these few days."

Zhayue was startled, covered her stomach with her hands, then shook her head, begging: "Father! I don't want it! I don't want to kill the child! I don't want it to die so pitifully before it's born!"

Fu Lianlei was sullen: "Okay! Then tell Weifu! Before the big wedding, how will Weifu explain to Master Xue and Xiyutai about your growing belly?"

Zhayue hurriedly knelt down face to face, crying and begging: "Father..., Yue'er begs you! Let Yue'er give birth to this child!"

Xue Hen thought about it carefully, and suddenly came up with a strategy, and quickly suggested: "Father! I have a way to get the best of both worlds. I don't need my sister to kill the child, but I can also successfully hide the truth from the head of Xue!"

Fu Lianlei restrained his anger a little bit, and replied, "Speak."

Xue Hen went on to say: "Please head Master Xue over here, and then create the illusion that he has had a relationship with my sister, making him mistakenly think that the child belongs to him, so that my sister can continue with the plan without sacrificing her chastity!" Zhayue added: "As long as my sister is willing to cooperate with this scene."

Zhayue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and replied, "Father, I... I just cooperate."

Fu Lianlei finally calmed down, and only told the two brothers and sisters: "Until you act according to plan, none of you can leave Yunxiuding, and just wait for your father's orders."

Xue Hen obediently said: "Yes!"

Zhayue also replied: "I know."