Secret arrows are hard to defend

Chapter 1

Quanxing County is located in the west of Liangzhou, the climate is harsh, and the wind and sand are raging all year round, so it is sparsely populated. There are occasional caravans, but only at certain certain times. Other than that, there are very few outsiders visiting. The folk customs are simple and unrestrained. .

Although he is not very used to the wind and sand raging in the northwest, Song Wuan likes the tranquility. Generally speaking, this place is passable.

Song Wuan was carrying a medicine box and was not satisfied with the run-down inn in front of him. He sat at the adjacent tea stand and ordered a big bowl of tea, and asked Xiao Er about the situation and customs and taboos in the town.

Quanxing County is not big, and there are only a handful of restaurants and inns. There is only one opposite this one, and there is no semicolon.

Song Wuan looked at the dilapidated and crumbling second-story building, and sighed helplessly. He had to bow his head under the eaves, and now he had to live here.

Lu Xuan, who was drinking by the window on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, saw the pair of hands holding the bowl from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat.Those were a pair of beautiful hands, with slender and slender fingers, well-defined joints, soft and fair skin, which contrasted sharply with the rough porcelain bowl in his hand, it seemed that the owner of the hands usually took good care of their hands.

This is a pair of hands that should be blowing willows in March, picking lotus in June, picking laurel in September, and picking plums to make tea in December. Just looking at them is pleasing to the eye.

Taking a closer look, his fingers seemed to be a bit longer than the average person, and on the index finger of his left hand was a black ring that looked like gold but not gold, jade but not jade.

These hands happened to be his favorite type.

Lu Xuan made up his mind that it was him.

Song Wuan is such a perceptive person, he felt the eyes with unknown meanings that were always shrouding himself, so he raised his head and met him, a pair of pupils that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, peach blossom eyes, eyebrows tucked into his temples, full of romantic charm, Amorous.Those eyes suddenly bent slightly, like a new moon slowly rising in the sky, filled with a smile full of moonlight.

The person opposite is very handsome, and he doesn't show off much compared to Wei Shishi, but he needs to be a little more unrestrained and less aggressive.The man blinked at him, raised the cup in his hand, slightly raised his thin lips, and the tiny red mole on the corner of his lips sank into the small dimple, as if he had fallen into a A piece of peach blossom petals in the wine, unprovoked with a three-point provocative meaning, makes people indulge in it accidentally.

Song Wu'an froze for a moment, nodded slightly, and drank the tea in the bowl.

Seeing Song Wuan's appearance clearly, Lu Xuan was a little disappointed. The man's figure was too thin, and he looked like he was handcuffed. It is more profound, presumably with some foreign blood.His skin was morbidly pale, and there were traces of blue and gray under his eyes. He looked like a hanged ghost who was sick and sleepless.

But the wonderful thing is that besides the pair of beautiful hands, there is also the pair of eyes, although they are slightly bigger, but the eyes are agile, black and shiny, as if filled with full moonlight, it is too real.Although it is not perfect, these two points are enough.

Lu Xuandu has always been thick-skinned, since he has made up his mind to make friends with him, naturally there will be no temporary stage fright.

As soon as Song Wuan entered the inn, Lu Xuandu's eyes never left his body. Even though Song Wuan had a cold personality, he stared at him strangely and felt uncomfortable.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn't say he was offended, so Song Wuan could only pretend he didn't know it, and went straight to the innermost corner of the inn and sat down.

Although it looks dilapidated from the outside, but fortunately the inside is clean and tidy. Xiaoer is not very old, probably about fifteen or sixteen years old, and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Guest officer, are you a top player or a hotel?" The young man's voice was clear and bright, showing a burst of vitality in this remote and desolate place.

Song Wuan tossed a few taels of silver and said: "It is estimated that I will stay for ten days and a half months. If you come to a room, this is considered as a deposit. If there is any excess at the checkout, let it be. If there is any shortage, I will make up for it."

You must know that three liang of silver is almost enough for an ordinary farmer's expenses for half a year in this remote town, and it is naturally enough to live for ten days and a half. The second room from the left, you just happened to come, there are only two upper rooms in the whole inn, and this is the only one left."

"What food do you have here?" Song Wuan was really hungry after driving all day.

"Yes, yes, you can see that the dishes hanging on the wall are all special dishes of our restaurant, which cannot be eaten in other places!"

Song Wuan looked in the direction of the little second finger, and there were all mutton and beef, which were too far from his usual diet. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm afraid I can't bear it, let me have a bowl of clear soup Yangchun noodles."

When the bowl of clear soup Yangchun noodles came, Song Wu'an took a sip and almost spit it out, he really couldn't laugh or cry, the clear soup of this clear soup Yangchun noodles turned out to be a bowl of mutton soup, the smell was strong and hard to swallow.

With a "click", a small and square oil paper bag fell on the table. Song Wuan looked over it a little strangely, and met Lu Xuandu's smiling eyes.

"I can tell from your accent that you are probably not used to the food here. This is the snack I brought from home when I came here. You should eat it first." Lu Xuan lifted his clothes very rudely and sat down. across from him.

Song Wu'an frowned slightly. Although this person seemed to have a good heart, he was too familiar?Song Wuan looked at the small paper bag on the table and felt a little restless. Although he couldn't see it, his nose was always sensitive, and he smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus in the oiled paper early.

In the end, he still couldn't overcome his desire for sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Song Wu'an said Xie and reached out to open the oiled paper bag, as expected.

Sweet but not greasy, with a lingering aroma and a warm taste, Song Wuan knew that this was probably the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Yangzhou Yunfangzhai Die Niangzi this year, so he couldn't help being surprised.

Yunfangzhai only picks fresh osmanthus flowers in September every year to make osmanthus cakes. Butterfly Lady Yunpian has a lazy temperament. It is rare to be able to make [-] catties a year, and the output is really scarce, so it is necessary to remove the ones that are given to friends every year. A piece of pastry from Yunfang Zhaidie Niangzi can be said to be almost priceless.

This time I was really short-mouthed and soft-handed, and it was too late to regret.

Lu Xuandu leaned on his chin with one hand, and stared at Song Wuan's face without blinking. This guy looked thin and frail, but judging from his footwork just now, he knew that this man's kung fu could be considered in the world. excellent.

He doesn't eat fast, and his movements are gentle but not elegant, but the person opposite is staring at him intently. Could it be that there are flowers on his face?Song Wuan left him speechless.

Swallowing the last bite of pastry, resisting the urge to lick his fingers, Song Wuan took out a bean-green handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his hands, and had to meet Lu Xuandu's aggressive gaze, and said politely: "This brother is so nice. I am truly ashamed of receiving the pastries."

"Huh?" Lu Xuandu showed a strange expression and said, "It seems that you are eating happily, and you don't look like you deserve it. Is it delicious?"

Song Wu'an's face froze, I was just being polite, could it be that I really feel guilty?

Thinking about it this way, that originally cold face seemed to exude an aura that strangers should not enter, but, after all, the mouth of others is short...

He paused, and said honestly: "It's delicious, how can the osmanthus cake of Yunfangzhai Die Niangzi not be delicious? We met by chance, and I am indeed ashamed of receiving it, and I can't repay it."

Lu Xuan waved his hands indifferently and said: "It's just two pieces of pastry, as long as you like it." But he thought in his heart: How can there be no repayment, can't it be enough to pay with meat?

His eyes turned around in his hands inadvertently, feeling that it was a good deal.Well, these hands look soft and flexible.As for the osmanthus cake made by Lady Die in Yunfang Zhai, he doesn't like it, it's sweet and greasy, and he can have as much as he wants.

But... so far, it can be used for a hundred times, and that sleepy bug is only useful for this.Lu Xuan thought about whether to go back or continue to turn a blind eye to her.Lu Xuandu squinted his eyes, and smiled at him with a cheerful expression.

Song Wuan looked at his smile in a daze, this man is very good-looking, especially when he smiles, there are no words to describe him other than good-looking.

Lu Xuandu looked at him with somewhat dull eyes, and couldn't help feeling complacent in his heart. It looked difficult to deal with, but he was actually a gangster.

With a gentle voice, he calmly poured a little internal energy into it: "I don't know how to call you, brother?"

Song Wu'an was shocked, his eyes immediately cleared up, he concealed a bit of annoyance in his heart and said: "My surname is Song Mingfu."

"Song Fu?" Lu Xuandu's eyes lit up and he said, "The Fu that divides the flowers and blows the willows?"

"Exactly."

Hearing Song Wuan's affirmative answer, Lu Xuandu's eyes became brighter: "Ah Fu's name is very nice."

Ah Fu's name...

Ah Fu's...

Ah Fu...

Song Wu'an only wanted to help his forehead, and only his master had ever called him that.But seeing the sincere smile on the face of the person opposite, Song Wuan couldn't get angry again, so he had to admit it.

"Does Ah Fu have a sign?"

Song Wuan made him stunned for a moment. Biao characters are usually called by people who are close to each other. Even among the brothers of the Baimen, they rarely call each other like this.

Lu Xuandu blinked as if he didn't know it: "Ah Fu doesn't have a sign? How about..."

Seeing Lu Xuandu's excited expression, Song Wu'an was afraid that he would make some trouble again, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, here is the word Wu'an."

"Looking back at the present and recalling the past, can there be no sadness?"

As if he didn't expect Lu Xuan to say these words, Song Wuan smiled: "It's these two words, but not the meaning..." Not wanting Lu Xuan to continue to ask, Song Wuan blocked: " I don’t know how I should address Xiongtai?”

Lu Xuandu tactfully stopped asking further questions: "Here, Lu Yin, whose name is Xuandu." Hiding in Xuandu is really an excellent artistic conception.But Song Wu'an soon discovered that this person really...has disgraceful the meaning of the name.

He paused, and then said: "People from Yangzhou, their parents are dead, their family is rich, and they haven't married yet."

Song Wuan: ...