Chapter 95: undercurrent

The so-called don't meet each other is not necessarily the joy of knowing other people in other countries, but it may also be embarrassment.
Of course, Chu Ziyu didn't talk about the secret love in front of outsiders. He quietly gave a glance to Duan Wang. Duan Wang put down his glass and got up with landing Mingyuan to Qinglianju next door.
Lu Mingyuan hesitated and presented the letter that Ruan Feiyu indicated to be handed over to the emperor, and then looked back at Chu Xiwei, with a sad expression in his face, but he only received a glimpse of silence and had to follow him.
As soon as they left, Qingyi, who was behind the screen, also came out with a harp. There were only Chu Xiwei and Chu Ziyu left in the dark incense, and there were no other idlers.
Chu Xiwei sat down with her clothes lifted and took a glass of unused wine to pour herself into a full cup. She sullen blankly.
Chu Ziyu was close to him at that time, and naturally knew that this cousin had some temperament. In the past, as a brother, he always followed the majority, but now he is the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. When he saw Chu Xiwei like this, his heart suddenly became a bit complicated.
It seemed that the rotten seed had broken out of the ground in his heart. The green sprout was not big and was so fragile, but he couldn't bear to step it back on.
The two brothers who were once intimate became such a situation today. To say that Chu Ziyu regarded this as idle, it was absolutely a lie.
Especially Chu Xiwei himself from beginning to end, there is nothing sorry for him.
What Chu Ziyu cared about was Chu Xiwei's parents and that when the palace changed, he thought for a long time afterwards, and he couldn't think of Chu Xiwei's fault.
The unknowing is not guilty, not to mention that he was still so young.
However, there are many things in the world that are hard to say, and there is no right or wrong. As of today, how many grievances have come to an end yesterday, and the enthusiasm of those fellows who intersect with each other, as well as their opposite positions, is nothing more than empty talk for the two of them.
Chu Ziyu rolled all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but there was no water on his face. After reading the blood-stained letter, he raised the jug after a long silence and continued to drink a cup for Chu Xiwei. Then he smiled and said: "Do not worry about me poisoning ?"
"Brother Ziyu has come from princes, if you use poisoning tricks, you just insult yourself." Chu Xiwei drank the second glass of wine, and now his wine volume is not as good as it was today. It's just a tasting, not even half-conscious.
He said this sentence firmly, not only understanding Chu Ziyu, but also grasping himself.
It was really different from the kid who knew how to cry and howl.
Chu Ziyu hurried back and forth that night, Chu Ziyu sent away the knife again, and his heart was entangled. It was also complicated and difficult for Chu Xiwei. He didn't take a serious look at how he looked like.
After hearing this, I looked at Chu Xiwei ’s beautiful eyebrows through the bright candlelight in the room. Chu Ziyu was in a trance. He quickly recovered and took a drink, saying: "I thought that last time , It ’s Yongjue. "
"I thought I would be very comfortable seeing your face?" Chu Xiwei put down the glass and said his face mercilessly, and his face didn't look good either.
He let go of his love and hatred for Ye Fusheng, but he still had a grudge against Chu Ziyu. Although there was no plan to kill him, it was impossible for him to have two guesses.
His words are not polite, Chu Ziyu is not angry, after all, there are too many people who have seen many mouthfuls of honey belly swords in these years, like this straightforward likes and dislikes, but it is what he wants.
Chu Ziyu smiled, but there was coldness in his eyes: "I am so rude to a prince of a country, are you afraid of me treating your sins?"
"It's Cao Min's fault." Wen Yan, Chu Xiwei's mouth slowly pulled a smile, "Cao Min Chu Xiwei, see the emperor, long live your majesty, long live, long live ... so, okay?"
His words were very decent, but he didn't see any respect at all, and he didn't even salute. Instead of seeing the emperor, it was the same as seeing the red and white face on the stage.
However, after answering this question, the coldness in Chu Ziyu's eyes melted away.
He laughed lowly, and the laughter rolled twice between his throats before overflowing the corner of his mouth, reaching for the corner of his eyes and saying, "Xiwei, you have changed."
Chu Xiwei finally took a straight look at him.
For the second time in ten years, compared to the rush to see Yedu's upset last time, under the bright lights, he is really looking at this person who is not what he is.
Chu Ziyu is only four years older than him, and now should be the age of Fenghua Zhengmao, but his eyes already contain a stream of sea. Although he didn't speak three minutes, he was more awe-inspiring.
Miao Jinyu crowned her long hair upright, but with Chu Xiwei's eyesight, she still saw a few traces of frost.
At the age of only fifteen years old, the boy became the last winner in the Bloody Palace. I do n’t know how many blood bones are stepped on, but everyone knows that when he sits in that seat, it is the beginning of all swordsmanship.
Thoughtfulness is a tool that is more inspiring than ruthless years, and it is easy to be a mediocre, but Chu Ziyu has Ling Yunzhi in mind and vows to reform and reform and take a new path.
It's never an understatement to try to do things in its place.
Chu Ziyu rubbed a white porcelain wine glass with a finger, and laughed at the corner of his mouth: "When you left, I looked at your eyes and felt that you will never return to Tianjing in your life or come back to fight me.
Chu Xi smiled slightly.
His laughter hasn't faded yet. Chu Ziyu already felt a flower in front of him. He didn't move his upper body and turned his side slightly. Raising his hand was a form of "pulling the flower" and grabbing towards the strong wind. A little tingling has come from the side of the neck.
Chu Xiwei, who was originally sitting opposite him, crossed the small table behind him in the blink of an eye, not only tempted him to mishandle, but also put a piece of broken porcelain on his lifeline.
The sharp broken piece of porcelain has punctured the skin, and a drop of scarlet has mottled on it. Chu Xiwei's hand will be close to an inch, and Chu Ziyu will become a dead person.
The unknowing murderousness was only exposed at this moment. Chu Ziyu only felt that the breath of the person behind him changed suddenly, turning into countless fangs to pierce the flesh, and he wished to tear him apart.
There was a bronze mirror opposite, which reflected the situation behind him-Chu Xiwei's smile at the corner of his mouth had not disappeared, but his eyes were cold, as if the night suddenly became enchanted, degenerating the living into ghosts.
"I have killed many people, but I have never slaughtered the emperor ..." Chu Xiwei's mouth slowly squeezed back, and his voice changed to Sen Han, "Brother Ziyu, do you say I dare?"
Chu Ziyu's instinct as a warrior made him subconsciously want to get rid of his difficulties, but he suppressed it and turned to a glass of wine: "Of course you dare, but you won't be so stupid."
The killing that erupted at that moment was of course true, and Chu Ziyu felt Chu Xiwei's murderous intention extremely, even if his hand holding the cup was still very stable, and a cold sweat came out behind him.
He has been regarded as the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, but government affairs have occupied most of his efforts and time over the years. Even though Ye Fusheng did not hide his secrets, Chu Ziyu's martial arts progressed more than ten years ago, but he was far less than Chu Xiwei, who cast aside his foresight.
Chu Xiwei's talent was superior to him, and because he was younger when he was practicing martial arts, Ye Fusheng had already said that he would surpass himself in martial arts. It was just that Chu Xiwei was still the little emperor and grandson of Jinyiyushi. When practicing martial arts, he always likes to sneak and play. Until the palace changed and suddenly lost everything, he really used his mind in martial arts. Wuxia Amon.
A few months ago, when the rabbits fought in Yedu, Chu Ziyu had the upper hand, but in fact, Chu Xiwei was confused by his words, and he was caught off guard by a long-awaited "thunder". Although Chu Xiwei was forced to retreat, he failed to hurt him.
It was from that time that Chu Ziyu really realized that Chu Yao, who had been squeezing the round and flattened meatballs, had really disappeared, and was replaced by Chu Xiwei, the master of the hundred ghosts who was walking in the dark and killed.
It is for this reason that Chu Ziyu can make sure that he will not start.
If he was still Chu Yao, who had nothing and was full of hatred, he would be willing to dare to pull the emperor off; however, assuming the responsibility of the hundred ghost gates, he would not put his private enemies above thousands of innocent people.
A careless person can be indifferent and invulnerable, but Chu Xiwei, who has a responsibility, must think twice, no matter how much he hates, he will not really kill him.
Chu Ziyu drank all the wine in the glass, and Chu Xiwei also released the broken pieces of porcelain in his hand.
The moment when the flesh was pierced just now, countless past surges with hatred and fire, all those grudges and enemies rolled over with sorrow, joy and anger, Chu Xi didn't control himself almost, and almost cut Chu Ziyu's throat, Settle the dust for these half-turned years.
But as Chu Ziyu expected, he still did not.
Turning back to his seat and breathing as usual, Chu Xi drank a glass of wine and said, "Seeing that you are in the same room with Duan Wang, it seems that both the uncle and the nephew and the prince and the minister have reached a consensus. I ran in vain. "
"You can run this trip, which is beyond my expectations." Chu Ziyu smiled, "You must know a lot about Ruan Xiang."
Chu Xi chuckled slightly: "A position that is placed on the tip of the knife at all times, but there is a large group of things that do not know the life and death desperately want to sit up."
Chu Ziyu reached out his hand and held his forehead: "Unfortunately, if the pedestrian in this position makes a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous."
Chu Xiwei's sneer in the corner of his mouth solidified in a flash.
"The ritual wolf child's ambitions, collusion with aliens and rivers and lakes, secretly removed obstacles for his plot, and he would be too good at hiding the feathers. If there is no Ruan Xiang's plot this time, maybe I won't know who stabbed me in the back. "Chu Ziyu's finger fell on the letter, and there was sharp expression in his eyes," I'm sorry to die, but Da Chujiangshan can't fall into the hands of a villain who can sell a country for private gain. "
Chu Xiwei said: "What do you do to say this to me?"