In the morning, Shen Cheng went to the study room, Lu Shenxing leaned back as the door god, his heels rubbed against the ground, his mind squirming.
Shen Cheng could endure what he did. He was completely unexpected. He would have done it a little bit harder.
A cold voice came from inside, "Come in."
Lu Shenxing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
His face straightened, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he adjusted to the right level of meekness and honesty, before he stepped in.
The study room is neat and tidy, filled with a faint fragrance of Jia Nan, and it melts into Lu Shenxing's breath, which is the smell of Shen Cheng's clothes.
On the left and right sides, there are many zizi, storing rows of books, and a table in the middle, nothing else.
Lu Shenxing stopped, "Fort Lord."
Turning over the book in his hand, Shen Cheng nodded and said nothing.
From morning till now, Lu Shenxing hasn't eaten anything. As time goes by, his originally cautious gaze is gradually attracted by the dessert on the table.
It's his favorite sweet-scented osmanthus sugar cake again, which is too attractive.
At this time, Shen Cheng got up, as if looking for some book.
Lu Shenxing quickly took a piece of it into his mouth, left it to swallow in twos, and licked his lips casually.
After taking the book, Shen Cheng sat back in his chair, as if he could not see the broken foam at the corner of Lu Shenxing's mouth. After a while, he put the book back in place, stopped there, and sorted the row of books from left to right.
Lu Shenxing ate piece by piece, and when the sweetness of his tongue overflowed, the plate was empty.
It is too obvious for anyone with eyes to see.
Lu Shenxing twisted his eyebrows and was thinking about how to deal with it, so he listened to Shen Cheng's voice, "Go down."
He was relieved, turned and left.
After the door was closed, there was a faint sigh in the study.
After lunch, Shen Cheng called Lu Shenxing to the study again, reading the book alone, silent as he did in the morning.
Lu Shenxing touched the bubble on his mouth, Shen Cheng's behavior puzzled him, and told him to come here and say nothing, not even a fart.
The hot sunlight came in from the window, swallowed every corner of the study, and swept away the last bit of shade, and the floating air suddenly became sultry.
Lu Shenxing's eyelids lifted upwards, trying to drive away the sleepiness.
The child lowered his head, with his back facing the broken sunlight, with a soft afterglow enveloping his face, tender and clear.
This is what Shen Cheng saw.
There was a sharp sound in his ear, Lu Shenxing immediately raised his head and saw that Shen Cheng's teacup was empty. He took the teapot and said, "Fort Lord, I'm going to make tea now."
The thin figure disappeared into the light and shadow. Shen Cheng looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate, picked up a piece, paused and put it in his mouth.
His eyebrows furrowed, so sweet.
The sound of flowing fire came from outside the door, "Fort Lord, the subordinates found something strange about what happened last night."
Shen Cheng's gaze condensed, "Just let this matter go."
The bloodthirsty air that burst out with that sentence made Liu Huo take a step back, his internal organs were hit, and he swallowed the blood in his mouth.
Sure enough, he guessed right, the fortress master was protecting someone.
Who will it be?
As the sun sets, Lu Shenxing walks absent-mindedly behind Shencheng, the warm red afterglow dragging their silhouettes very long.
"Fort Lord, look at the flowers." Lu Shenxing had nothing to say, resisting the urge to shoot himself to death, and squeezing out an innocent smile, "It's all open."
Shen Cheng Danyan passed, purple sleeves rolled.
Lu Shenxing watched a visual feast, and the flower images were torn and pulled with force, pulling up one after another, and gathered to Shen Cheng.
After a while, Shen Cheng passed the flower in his hand.
"..." Lu Shenxing twitched his mouth and stretched out his hand. "Does the castle master want to raise these flowers?"
The corner of Shen Cheng's eyes went down, his fingers moved lightly, and when he saw the petals on the child's head fall, he raised his foot and left.
Lu Shenxing, with his face covered in black lines, holding a large bouquet, returned to the Cuizhu Garden under the weird gaze of everyone, and found a large vase to put it in.
"Fort Lord, are you bathing?" Lu Shenxing asked, stretching his neck, "Do you need me to wipe your back?"
The hand grasping the edge of the wooden barrel suddenly tightened, Shen Cheng waved his hand subconsciously, and the drops of water he brought up splashed all over the knife. He suddenly thought of something and tried to forcibly retract the force that had been released.
Lu Shenxing saw only a vague back figure, and was blown away by a horrible fan, as if he had touched a light and slippery touch before his consciousness disappeared.
He woke up on the bed, where Flower Bo was holding a tattered book of gods talking.
Hearing the movement, Huber shifted his gaze from the book to Lu Shenxing's face, "Eleven, you are awake."
Lu Shenxing propped up, "Hua Bo, can't I die?"
"I can't die, I can't die." Huber stroked his gray beard, "There are a few bruises on the back, just a few days later, you have a fight with someone?"
"He was fanned by the main castle." Lu Shenxing drew the corners of his lips, "I saw him bathing."
"The castle owner didn't pursue it." Huber looked incredulous, and his eyes showed the color of memory. "I can't remember that it was a few years ago. It is a child about your age, and he bathed in the castle owner. Time to break in, guess how you died?"
Lu Shenxing spoke casually, "Did you feed the wolf in the mountain?"
"No, Qiqiao bleeds to death." Huber said with a lingering fear, "The blood, just spray it out, it can't be blocked, and it dries out soon."
Lu Shenxing swallowed his saliva. Is "Po Feng Jue" so scary?
He didn't understand why Shen Cheng reacted so badly. They were all men and only had one chick. What could not be seen?
"The most unbearable thing for the castle owner is to disturb him while he is bathing. Everyone knows the Youlong Fort." Huber's cloudy eyes flashed with brilliance, and he didn't see anything special about the child, which could make the castle owner make an exception. .
Lu Shenxing felt that he was lucky this time.
"Tsk tsk, now I am afraid that only these three stone mountains can find Suiwu grass." Flower Bo's thin fingers pointed to the book, "It's a good thing, except for the castle owner, whoever touches it, just take it out and let it go. Those so-called martial arts decent fight each other to the death and the life."
Lu Shenxing turned his head instantly, and sternly roared, "Didn't you say that no one has ever escaped Suiwucao?"
When Huber was trained, he curled his lips aggrievedly, "Eleventh, Huber is an old man, he has a bad memory."
The temples throbbed, and Lu Shenxing couldn't laugh or cry, "Hua Bo, I was hurt by you."