Chapter 22: 022

Not to mention just a few disciples of Baishantang, even if Lou Kexin came in person, he couldn't invite Yushengyan.
Fu Wanqing believed that Yu Shengyan would not leave her side, just like believing that Guili would not be defeated. In the alley ahead, a few warriors fell on the ground, clutching their wounds and cried out in pain, the howling wind poured into the narrow alleys, and the return was like a gust of wind, disappearing in front of everyone.
When Fu Wanqing retracted her eyes, she met Yu Shengyan's faint eyes. Fu Wanqing stared at her plain and slender hand stretched out towards her in a daze. It wasn't until a chill came from her fingertips that she turned from the misty state. She held Fu Wanqing's hand and curled her lips.
Passing by the three white-shirted men who looked like stone statues, Fu Wanqing shot a few sharp edges between her left hand.
Walking out of the alley, there is a bright and spacious street in front of you. The autumn wind was bleak, and the plane tree in the road was dragged down and fell into the ditch. Yu Shengyan didn't know where Fu Wanqing wanted to go, she just led this person aimlessly along with the surging crowd.
In the small wine shop on the street, the mellow taste of wine came, and Fu Wanqing glanced at the burning stove, and suddenly stopped. "I want to drink," she said.
"Good." Yu Shengyan nodded.
This is a small wine shop, except for a dozing shopkeeper and a small servant who burns and delivers wine, there are no other helpers. There are also very few people in the wine shop, and there are only six or seven people. The tables and stools seemed to have not been wiped for a long time, and they were all splattered with oil and wine stains. There was loud noise in the street, and in the wine shop, the man in short clothes pressed the knife on the stool, panting heavily, shouting to add wine.
The autumn wind is very cold, and the spirits entering the throat are very hot.
Fu Wanqing squinted her eyes comfortably, and she slowly said, "The three of Baishantang can't go back."
Yu Shengyan nodded calmly, the wine in front of him steaming.
"Among the four churches of Bishui Church, Baishantang disciples are the most capable, and Heishantang is the second. Lou Kexin sent the people from Baishantang. He seems to want you to return to the teaching. I'm very curious. After finishing the action, why is the left envoy you taught in still missing?"
"I don't know." Yu Shengyan replied, shaking his head. She really didn't know that as the leader of the Bishui Sect, she never cared about things in the teaching. Whether the person under her hand does good or evil, it has nothing to do with her. To indulge or restrain his subordinates, the right is between the two envoys of Bishui.
"Oh?" Fu Wanqing smiled, looked down at the wine bowl, and asked, "Is this wine not good?" The face tainted by the alcohol seemed to be a gorgeous peach blossom. Her eyes were condensed with Yushengyan, her hand was stroking the edge of the wine bowl, her focused eyes, and her gentle and slow movements were like feathers scratching Yushengyan's heart. She went into a trance until the hot wine burned her throat. "Bang--" With a loud sound, the wine bowl hit the table, and all the wine was poured onto Yushengyan's white clothes.
"Your mind is not here." Fu Wanqing wiped the wine stains from the corners of Yusheng's lips, her eyes fell on the slightly damp white clothes. She sighed with regret, "I wanted to watch a show here, but the clothes are dirty, let's go back." Then she stood up and left a few coins on the table.
It is leisurely and comfortable when it comes, and anxious and anxious when it leaves.
Fu Wanqing took Yu Shengyan's hand, carrying light work like a gust of wind.
Moisture is entangled, and the figure hidden behind the screen is beautiful and enchanting.
The clothes slid down his shoulders, and his hands lightly covered the unhealed scar. The sound of rustling undressing, the sound of splashing water. Yu Shengyan sat at the table with his back facing the screen, and the scroll in his hand had not turned the page for a long time. Perhaps it was the residual smell of alcohol on her clothes, which made her a little drunk, and her clear eyes suddenly became misty.
"Yushengyan, come here." Fu Wanqing's voice was accompanied by a chuckle.
Yu Shengyan put down the scroll, she turned to look at the red clothes hanging on the screen, and did not move until the call sounded again. The landscape screen was dampened by the water splashing from the wooden barrel, and the long ink hair was drawn to the chest, revealing a half-round shoulder with a trace of bruise. Amidst the water vapor, Yu Shengyan stopped, and she snorted, "Huh?"
"Come here." Fu Wanqing's voice changed, seemingly painful.
"Is it a wound?" Yu Shengyan frowned and moved his footsteps. People had already reached the side of the wooden barrel. Oncoming him was a splash of hot water and a lovely spring love. The water dripped down the face, Yushengyan couldn't move his footsteps, and couldn't look away, his eyes just looked at Fu Wanqing quietly.
Fu Wanqing seemed indifferent to Yushengyan's gaze, her eyes were filled with a charming smile, she pushed her long hair behind her, stretched out her hand, and pulled the still-stunned Yushengyan into the bath. In the bucket. The water splashed everywhere, and the small bathtub was filled up all at once. The light clothes were soaked, and the skin was half hidden. Yu Shengyan frowned and looked at Fu Wanqing's shoulder.
The drop of blood that slipped into the tub was swimming like light smoke.
"Your wound is open."
"Your clothes are soaked."
The two spoke almost simultaneously.
Fu Wanqing squinted her eyes, she didn't care about her wounds at all, but was in a good mood to appreciate the scenery presented in front of her. This was an inexplicable impulse. It was something outside of the plan, but Fu Wanqing couldn't get upset, she even thought it was very beautiful. She stretched out her left hand and slowly slid down from Yu Shengyan's neck, along the soaking white clothes, and fell into the water little by little.
Yu Shengyan grabbed Fu Wanqing's left hand, her face was slightly flushed, and she whispered, "What are you doing?"
Shy and timid, Fu Wanqing suddenly thought of this word, but she is Yu Shengyan, how does this word fit?
That glaring stare with anger was extremely beautiful in Fu Wanqing's eyes. Yushengyan, I like you more and more. Fu Wanqing sighed softly in her heart. She met Yu Shengyan's gaze and smiled and said, "It's better to take off your clothes if you get wet."
Yu Shengyan's body shook slightly, her eyes suddenly seemed to be smudged with thick ink, she curled her lips, revealing a light smile. Fu Wanqing had originally stared at Yushengyan maliciously, but at this time she was taken away by her smile. Yu Shengyan stood up slowly, and the water dripped into the tub, spreading ripples in circles. The pearl flower was taken off, and it was bitten in the mouth by Yushengyan, and his fingers were shuttled through the ink-colored damp hair. Once it was released, it drooped down like a waterfall.
The clothes slid over the round and smooth right shoulder, half of the breast looming.
The red and white clothes overlapped on the screen, and were blown by a wisp of autumn wind blowing from the gap between the windows.
The smoke of the incense burner floats and winds with the veil curtain.
The water in the bathtub rose again as Yusheng smoke entered, and Fu Wanqing shivered as the soft water waves stroked her shivering skin. "You..." Her heart was clearly filled with a thousand words, but at this moment she couldn't even say a word. She lowered her head and stared at the pulsating water wave, moving her legs, but when she touched Yushengyan, she trembled suddenly.
In Fu Wanqing's life, there has never been the word "withdraw", but at this time, she suddenly wanted to escape. Others say that she Fu Wanqing is charming, but how can she compare to Yushengyan? When she laughed, she felt as if she had lost her soul. It was very crowded and hot. It was a kind of heat from the depths of the soul. Fu Wanqing wanted to get up from the bathtub, but her shoulders were suddenly held down by Yushengyan.
Yu Shengyan's eyes can't see the slightest color of eroticism, and they are calm like a pool of clear water, but such eyes can also make Fu Wanqing burn from head to toe. "I--" Fu Wanqing said, but was interrupted by Yushengyan.
"Don't move, you still have injuries on your shoulders."
Fu Wanqing was taken aback and glanced at her shoulder.
Yes, there are still injuries. It seems that a long time has passed since that day, but in fact it was only three or two days. She Fu Wanqing is a human being, a body of flesh and blood, even with the best medicine, the wound cannot be healed all at once. "You think--" She felt the tip of her tongue tremble, and the voice that came out was also a little trembling.
"Don't you tell me to do that?" Yu Shengyan asked faintly, and his hand was already sliding along Fu Wanqing's shoulder to his chest. She held the towel on the side of the tub in her hand and gently wiped the skin hidden in the water. There is no trace of blasphemy on Yu Shengyan's expression, and Fu Wanqing still feels a little bit of shame in her heart.
Fu Wanqing was silent. She called Yushengyan just to play with her, but in the end she fell into a dilemma. Her skin was hot, as if she had drunk a few jars of strong wine. There were some tears in her eyes, and she bit her lower lip, not allowing the slightest warning to come out of her mouth, her hand pressed against the edge of the tub, and she couldn't help but clenched.
"The wound is cracked, don't use your right hand hard." Yu Shengyan's faint voice came, and her hand lightly patted Fu Wanqing's hip.
As soon as her right hand loosened and her toes tightened suddenly, Fu Wanqing stared at Yu Shengyan in amazement, grievance and shame were intertwined, and this all-powerful Miss Fu actually showed a look of weeping. With a bang, she rushed out of the tub, rolled up the clean clothes on the other end of the screen, and hurried away.
Yu Shengyan lowered his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.