Chapter 61 Chapter 61 (End added) Boil the little wood in warm water...
The days go by.
After the identity of the so-called "son of a noble family" was exposed, Jiang Yan had more troubles.
It seems that more and more people are chasing him.
This range is not limited to the Hehuan Sect, and disciples from other sects are gradually coming to Anshui Town in the hope of encountering them.
Miss Jiang is easy to recognize.
He looks like a fairy, but he is as cold as ice. He doesn't talk much. If you talk to him, you have to say three sentences to get one reply.
He was a swordsman and carried a long sword with him. The scabbard was quite pretty, inlaid with a gem that looked like light moonlight and hung with a red peace knot tassel.
Lady Jiang raised two tall, chestnut-colored horses. Sometimes when she rode through the streets, she would see him riding one or riding the other.
There is a high probability that you will run into Lady Jiang by waiting and wandering around places like Zuixianlou, the front door of Yuyuan Inn (the back door is now off-limits), Huang's Roast Chicken, Huang's Beggar Chicken, and East Street Bookstore (which only sells serious books).
But you must be careful.
Anyone who pesters Jiang Yan and insists on buying him a drink in Zuixianlou will be taken out and beaten up by the guards who suddenly appear.
Anyone who reveals their intention to lie in wait for Jiang Yan at Yuyuan Inn will either be asked to leave the inn with a smile by the innkeeper, or will later find out that their room rate is several times higher than that of others.
In Huang's Restaurant, if you approach Jiang Yan in front of the owner, there is a chance that the owner's little daughter will come with a cuju and ask to play with her. Miss Jiang will immediately leave the person you are approaching and go into the yard of the restaurant.
As for other locations, each has its own emergencies and precautions.
Everyone sighed with emotion, saying that this flower was indeed the top-grade flower of the Hehuan Sect. Not only was it difficult to pick, even getting close to it was a problem.
Within the sect, some people gradually gave up their pursuit.
I started to treat Jiang Yan as a food ordering machine.
"Senior Brother Jiang, this is a handkerchief I knitted for you," said Junior Brother Lin.
"This - it's not convenient for me to accept it, sorry." Jiang Yan was embarrassed.
"Brother, don't get me wrong. I just want to ask, what will we eat in the cafeteria today? Will there be roast duck?" Junior Brother Lin's face was full of anticipation.
Jiang Yan: “…maybe.”
Junior Brother Lin put the handkerchief into his palm, put his hands together, and made a sincere wish: "Disciple has been eating vegetarian food for two days in a row, I only wish to see roast duck, roast duck, roast duck..."
Jiang Yan: “…………There will be.”
Junior Brother Lin was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior Brother! I'll embroider a handkerchief for you some other day, or if you accidentally cut your collar while practicing sword, I can fix it for you."
Jiang Yan responded politely.
Junior Brother Lin went to class with a longing for roast duck.
Jiang Yan scratched his cheek. He had just finished a class and was about to return to the courtyard.
He turned his head to the shadow beside him and said, "Tell Song Hua that the cafeteria will add a roast duck dish today... I want to eat it too."
"Yes, Immortal Lord."
The response from the Sirius Guard came from the shadows.
A breeze blew by, causing the branches to sway slightly, and Jiang Yan knew that the Heavenly Wolf Guards had gone to find Song Hua to pass on the message.
He walked across the bluestone path and returned to the courtyard.
As soon as I stepped through the hanging flower gate, I heard the man sigh softly.
"Ayan, I can also embroider handkerchiefs and mend clothes. If you need anything, why not come to me?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Jiang Yan shuddered, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and said shamefacedly: "Brother, please don't tease me."
"I'm not kidding, I'm telling the truth."
Under the shade of the tree, Gu Jingyun lay lazily on a bamboo rocking chair, gently waving a folding fan in his hand.
The weather was getting hotter, and Jiang Yan had a little sweat on his forehead as he walked back.
Gu Jingyun tapped the stone table beside him with his folding fan and said lazily:
"I've prepared some fruits and smoothies for you to cool down."
Jiang Yan didn't move. He wondered, "Are you a little too leisurely?"
Counting the time, Gu Jingyun has been here for several months.
Ever since Ji Ziheng successfully brought the toxin sample and the latest antidote pill from Qingfeng Valley to Hehuan Sect without any danger, Jiang Yan began his busy and regular research life.
He thought Gu Jingyun would leave soon, but he didn't expect that the other party would stay.
When I leave occasionally, it’s only for three or five days.
After the summer has fully arrived, it is even more reluctant to leave.
"Do we really not need to go back to Jianzong to check?" Jiang Yan asked worriedly.
Gu Jingyun moved his index finger, and the spiritual power in the void was condensed into a materialized silk ribbon.
The light blue silk ribbon flew towards Jiang Yan, wrapped around the immortal's slender waist, and pulled him towards itself.
"!" Jiang Yan exclaimed and staggered two steps.
Jiang Yan's body felt lighter and his vision blurred.
When her vision stabilized, the silk ribbon around her waist turned back into spiritual power, and the specks of fluorescent light slowly dissipated in the air.
The folding fan with jade pendant fell to the ground with a plop, but no one paid attention to it.
The man put his strong arms around Jiang Yan's waist and half-hugged him in his arms.
Gu Jingyun was lying on his back on the chaise longue. If Jiang Yan had not reacted quickly enough and used his arms to prop up his body in time, he would have been forced to lie on top of Gu Jingyun.
"Ayan is going to chase me away?" Gu Jingyun pretended to be sad.
"I'm not..." Jiang Yan said helplessly, "Let me go."
Gu Jingyun lifted and hugged Jiang Yan, and he changed from a half-lying position to kneeling on the man's legs.
His hands changed from being around his waist to loosely supporting his back, for fear that Jiang Yan would fall while struggling.
The bamboo chair swayed back and forth, and Jiang Yan lost his balance. He accidentally slapped Gu Jingyun on the chest.
Gu Jingyun said innocently: "I already let you go, why did Ayan still hit me?"
Jiang Yan: “.”
Jiang Yan took his hands away, held onto the armrests of the rocking chair, and said expressionlessly, "I will not apologize for this."
Gu Jingyun laughed muffledly.
"I just came back and I'm sweating." Jiang Yan said.
"So what? I don't mind." Gu Jingyun considerately took out a handkerchief, stretched out his arm, and helped Jiang Yan wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Jiang Yan turned his face to the side.
Gu Jingyun said gently: "Don't move, be careful not to fall."
Jiang Yan was very obedient and didn't move. As he was wiping, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the young master's wrist.
"Isn't this the handkerchief Junior Brother Lin gave me?" Jiang Yan was surprised. "I put it in my arms. When did you--"
"I took it out when I brought you here just now."
Gu Jingyun rolled up the handkerchief he had used to wipe his sweat with a smile. In a flash of light, the handkerchief disappeared.
"It's dirty, I'll give it back to you after I wash it."
“……”Is this also possible?
Jiang Yan was helpless.
Seeing that Gu Jingyun insisted on taking it away, Jiang Yan thought about it and let him go.
Just a handkerchief.
My brother's mood is more important.
Jiang Yan's knees were apart, kneeling on both sides of the young master's thighs, with his hips lifted up but not sitting firmly.
Bamboo is cold but hard.
He knelt for so long that his legs felt a little numb and his knees were uncomfortable.
Jiang Yan tried to stand up by holding the handrail, but Gu Jingyun held him back.
"Where are you going?"
“My knee hurts.”
"Oh..." Gu Jingyun said frankly, "Then sit on my lap."
"?ah?"
During the struggle, Jiang Yan was no match for Gu Jingyun and sat down tightly.
She didn’t have to kneel on the bamboo chair anymore, but her buttocks were pressed tightly against the man’s thigh muscles. It was hot in the summer, and Gu Jingyun’s body temperature was always very high.
With this touch, the presence of the place where the two people were in contact suddenly increased.
Jiang Yan felt uncomfortable all over.
"...It will be hot like this." Jiang Yan frowned.
Gu Jingyun refused to let him go and coaxed him with the cut melon: "Do you want to eat it? Or do you want a smoothie? Brother will feed you."
Jiang Yan didn't understand.
What kind of hobby is this for Gu Jingyun? Ever since they confirmed their brotherly relationship, he often touches me and hugs me.
Are all brothers so close?
Do you want to sit on your brother's lap and let him feed you watermelon?
Jiang Yan took a few bites of watermelon from Gu Jingyun's hand, then climbed down resolutely and chose a chair to sit on.
He said seriously, "You can't do this."
Gu Jingyun used the silver stick that Jiang Yan had bitten to poke the watermelon cubes on the jade plate and took a bite slowly.
"Why?"
"We are brothers."
"Brothers can't hug each other?" Gu Jingyun said, "You are so distant. My brother is very sad."
Jiang Yan: “…”
There's absolutely no sadness in his tone.
Jiang Yan looked at Gu Jingyun suspiciously, always feeling that something was fishy, but after thinking about it for a long time, he felt that this seemed to be the case.
If they are brothers who grew up together, fighting and physical contact should be normal.
They stick close to each other and exclude outsiders. They use the same silver stick and squeeze into the same bamboo chair.
This is even more obvious in the case of twins.
They are not twins, but their souls are so compatible, as if they were made for each other.
Um.
A pair of brothers made in heaven.
Jiang Yan reluctantly said, "Okay, you are right."
“In that case…” Gu Jingyun spread his arms and said with a smile, “Brother Yan, come and hug me.”
Jiang Yan walked over, gave him a quick hug, and then unceremoniously squeezed over half of Gu Jingyun's bamboo chair.
Where did you get the chair? Did you have it custom made?
How come two people lying down don’t feel crowded? The size is just right and it’s quite comfortable.
Gu Jingyun leaned sideways, supported his chin with his hand, and looked down at Jiang Yan who was half lying in his arms, with a smile in his eyes.
"Why don't we take a nap together and take a break from the busy life for a little while."
Gu Jingyun coaxed softly.
Perhaps it was because the bamboo chair was so comfortable when it rocked gently, or perhaps it was because the summer breeze and the chirping of cicadas became hypnotic white noise.
The man's broad shoulders blocked the dazzling beams of light, and his strong arms and chest were the safest haven.
Jiang Yan curled up in Gu Jingyun's arms, and slowly, he actually felt a little sleepy.
“…”
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Gu Jingyun waited until he fell asleep, then carefully kissed the young man on the forehead.
It disappears in an instant, and no one can notice it.
He could hug him as a brother, but he couldn't kiss him yet.
It still takes patience to boil the rabbit spirit that is as small as a piece of wood in warm water.
**
The days go by.
The ninth day of July.
Jiang Yan went to take care of the medicinal field and was delighted to find that the Elf Mother Tree could indeed protect the growth of the Soul-Hunting Grass.
Now the backyard is full of vitality, even the elf tree is slowly growing branches, and perhaps it will bear fruit next year.
He ran to tell Gu Jingyun about this, and Gu Jingyun kissed him between the eyebrows.
Jiang Yan asked blankly: "Why did you kiss me?"
Gu Jingyun said: "It's hard to help yourself when it comes to such a happy occasion. There's nothing wrong with brothers being close to each other. Right?"
Jiang Yan thought about it all night.
Before going out to class the next day, I said to Gu Jingyun: "You are right."
The young master took the opportunity to ask for a good morning kiss, but Jiang Yan did not respond. He just said puzzledly: "Is it something worth celebrating that I go to class? Why do you want a kiss?"
"I'm leaving, brother, remember to water the flowers and plants in the backyard."
After saying that, Jiang Yan turned around and left without any regrets.
The young master sighed for a long time.
…
The third day of August.
Gu Jingyun said that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching and he had to go back to Jianzong to visit his parents.
He asked Jiang Yan if he wanted to go back with him.
Jiang Yan refused.
"I can't leave the Hehuan Sect until the Soul-Chasing Grass grows."
Gu Jingyun said: "The Soul Chasing Grass is being taken care of by the Heavenly Wolf Guards and Song Hua."
No matter how Gu Jingyun coaxed or advised, Jiang Yan's attitude was extremely firm.
"I can't leave."
It’s not “don’t want to”, it’s “can’t”.
Ever since Jiang Yan planted the soul-chasing grass and a branch in the center of the medicinal field, he has never left Anshui Town.
Even if we go to Anshui Town, it won’t take more than half a day.
There must be something special about it.
It can’t be the soul-chasing grass, because Ayan still has a lot of seeds in his hand.
…It’s that branch.
Gu Jingyun had a vague guess, but he didn't know the specific reason, and Jiang Yan didn't tell him.
Gu Jingyun did not force it anymore, and even felt a little guilty.
After all, Jiang Yan couldn't leave Anshui Town because of him.
Fortunately, it only takes a year.
When the Soul-Hunting Grass is fully grown, A Yan will be able to take the branches back from the soil - Jiang Yan mentioned this several times unintentionally.
Jiang Yan bids farewell to his brother.
Seeing that Gu Jingyun was silent, he thought he was sad that he had rejected his invitation.
Before parting, Jiang Yan pressed Gu Jingyun's shoulders, tilted his head slightly, and gently touched the man's cheek.
"Brother, have a safe journey." Jiang Yan said softly.
Gu Jingyun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
"……good."
Gu Jingyun's eyes reflected the face of the Immortal Lord, and he said, "I will be back as soon as possible."
…
August 15th.
Jiang Yan has long been accustomed to the days with Gu Jingyun's company.
Eating is for two people, practicing sword is for two people, chatting under the shade of trees, walking under the moonlight, playing music together at dusk... it's all for two people.
If he didn't see Gu Jingyun one day, Jiang Yan would feel uncomfortable and would look for him everywhere until he found out where Gu Jingyun was, or met him in person.
Therefore, when he hadn't seen Gu Jingyun for many days, he felt inexplicably depressed.
Master Hehuan thought his disciple was homesick, so he rummaged through boxes and drawers, and finally found some bland scripture to give to his little disciple.
Fan Yang and Yan Yushan tried their best to coax the cubs. The two weasel families at the foot of the mountain roasted some delicious roast chickens and beggar chickens overnight. Song Hua made a trip to get them personally and then delivered them to the mountain.
Jiang Yan felt a little warm in his heart, he really missed home.
I miss my parents and my brother.
Under the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Yan sat high on the roof, playing with a delicate and small jade flute with his fingers.
It was given to him by Gu Jingyun, who said that he had invited the top blacksmith in Ziyun Palace to melt two pieces of cold dragon jade to make the flute.
The jade flute is transparent and beautiful. The flute made of cold dragon jade is close to a magical instrument and is difficult to break. The appeal of the notes is several times stronger than that of ordinary instruments.
Its sound quality is also excellent, and it is the flute that any flute learner would want upon hearing it.
Jiang Yan played with the jade flute and wanted to play it, but was afraid of disturbing others.
Seeing the Immortal Lord's hesitation, Song Hua took the initiative to ask, "Immortal Lord, do you want to play the flute?"
Jiang Yan nodded.
Song Hua put his life and death aside and said bravely: "Brothers, we are ready, please feel free to do as you please!"
Jiang Yan shook his head slightly: "That's not good, it will disturb the people."
Song Hua was shocked.
Who was so bold as to secretly tell the Immortal King that his flute playing was very bad while the young master was away?
Don’t worry about your life!
Listening to the immortal monarch playing the flute will only make you uncomfortable for a few minutes, but being held in resentment by the young master will cause you pain for a lifetime!
Song Hua asked tentatively: "You mean..."
Jiang Yan: "No matter how beautiful the flute sounds, it's better not to make any noise in the dead of night."
Song Hua immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"We'll set up a soundproof barrier."
In fact, every time the young master and the immortal played together, they would set up a barrier. The young master was very conflicted, not wanting outsiders to hear their playing, but also wanting others to hear their love.
Therefore, every time there was a ensemble, the young master would randomly grab a Sirius Guard to sit in.
In a nice way, it's called exercise.
The ears of the Heavenly Wolf Guards were almost broken, but under the coercion and inducement of the young master, they had to praise with tears in their eyes: [The Immortal Lord’s flute sound is truly unparalleled in the world.]
Song Hua decided to contribute his own and his subordinates' ears in exchange for the Immortal Lord's good mood.
He said solemnly: "Please, Immortal Lord!"
Jiang Yan probed: "Do you want to listen?"
The group of Sirius Guards nodded in despair: "Yeah!"
Song Hua took the initiative to set up a soundproof barrier.
Jiang Yan was a little happy. Apart from Gu Jingyun, few people would take the initiative to ask to listen to his flute music.
"Then I'll start."
He put his lips close to the blowing hole of the jade flute and played it slowly.
Amid the tuneless music, Song Hua clapped with a smile on his face, but in his heart he was thinking:
I wonder if I can ask the immortal to play a song when interrogating prisoners in the future.
Maybe the prisoner will confess immediately after hearing this.
After all, killing is not the end of the world. It takes great perseverance to finish listening to this song.
Song Hua admired him immensely.
How did the young master do it?
Did true love even move the young master's ears and aesthetic taste? That's terrible. He should continue to be single.
Jiang Yan sat under the moon and played a piece of music seriously.
He was somewhat satisfied.
After putting away the jade flute, he was about to ask Song Hua and the others what they thought, but when he lowered his eyes, he was stunned.
A tall man was standing in the moonlight, looking up at him with a smile in his eyes.
His clothes were a little disheveled and he looked dusty, as he had traveled day and night to get back.
"Ayan is in a good mood." The man smiled.
"...Brother?" Jiang Yan murmured.
Gu Jingyun opened his arms towards him.
"Come."
Jiang Yan jumped without hesitation, and before he hit the ground, the man caught him easily and held him up by the waist.
Jiang Yan sat on Gu Jingyun's left arm with his legs hanging naturally.
The man's right palm stroked his brows, and his usually deep voice was gentle at this moment.
"Not thin, very good."
Jiang Yan put his arms around Gu Jingyun's neck in an intimate manner.
He didn't care about being shy or not, he leaned over and hugged her tightly.
"Did you miss me?"
Jiang Yan heard Gu Jingyun's gentle voice, and buried his head in the man's neck, and replied in a muffled voice:
“Yes.”
"I missed you very, very much."
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