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Long and upright, white clothes like snow. If someone mentions who is suitable to wear white clothes to Lu Xiaofeng, the first thing he thinks of is Ximen Chuuxue.

He has never seen anyone who can wear white so well, and he has never seen a person whose underwear and socks are all white, as white as snow.

Cough cough, I want to ask him why he knows this... Lu Xiaofeng remembered that when they first met, he strayed into the place where Ximen Chuuxue was taking a bath, and he was sincerely glad that Ximen Chuuxue didn't kill him with a sword because of his temper. He is thankful that he has survived till now.

Ever since Lu Xiaofeng met Ximen Chuuxue, he had only seen him in white, so he always thought that Ximen Chuuxue would not have any color other than black swords on his body, but he never expected...emmm... Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were fixed on

Ximen Chuuxue's waistband The red purse he was wearing was embroidered with a small figure in white clothes only a few centimeters high. The small figure had a delicate face and held a dark iron epee in his hand. You could tell who the owner of it was at a glance.

It's kinda cute.

No, not right! Lu Xiaofeng came back to his senses abruptly, dispelling the terrifying thought that had just surfaced in him.

Dare to say that the sword god Ximen Fuxue is cute? He must have felt that his life was too long.

Ximen Chuuxue took a sip of tea, and said expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"

When she saw him, she didn't say a word, and stared at him directly.

weird.

"That's not important, that's not important!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and waved his hands, forgetting all about Shangguan Danfeng Da Jinpeng King and so on, with eight written on the left side and hexagrams written on the right cheek, and asked obliquely: "Ximen, what about your waist?" The money bag hanging in the middle is quite unique. Why haven’t I seen it before?”

The expression on Ximen Chuuxue’s face softened for a moment, and Lu Xiaofeng almost felt that he had read it wrong, and he felt uncomfortable. There was a feeling that a good friend was rejected The feeling of being aggrieved is taken away by someone who knows.

"He did it." The corners of Ximen Chuuxue's mouth rose slightly.

Although it was only 0.01 cm, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and exclaimed loudly: "Ximen, you laughed! You can actually laugh!? I thought you always had this expression!" Ximen

Fuxue : "I am a human being, and all human beings can laugh."

Lu Xiaofeng categorically said, "You are not human!"

Ximen Chuixue gave him an indifferent look.

"You are a god!" Feeling the murderous aura, Lu Xiaofeng said hastily.

Ximen Chuuxue: "..."

The murderous aura around him disappeared, Lu Xiaofeng leaned over meanly, touched the purse, and said, "I'm really curious about who he is in your mouth, it makes you feel soft when you think of him." It would be even better if there is a chance to meet him."

Ximen Chuuxue, who was poked to the heart, drew his sword and stabbed him.

Lu Xiaofeng ran away in a panic, begging for mercy repeatedly. "I made a mistake, Ximen, stop now—" Although he didn't know where he was wrong, it was definitely right to admit his mistake at this time! ! !

So admit your mistake first!

After a while of "flying chickens and dogs jumping", Lu Xiaofeng raised his beard with both hands, wanting to cry but without tears, the top of his lips was smooth, he will no longer be Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows! !

Perhaps it was Lu Xiaofeng's exaggerated expression that entertained Ximen Chuuxue, anyway, he didn't do anything anymore, and sat back quietly in his seat, showing no trace of anger.

Lu Xiaofeng carefully looked at his face, put the beard of the dead into his arms, and never dared to mention the other party's red purse again. The lost information about Shangguan Danfeng Da Jinpeng Wang and others came back immediately in his mind, and he said with a wry smile: "I almost forgot the business."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Ximen, we have been friends for so many years, and we have a little friendship. I believe that if I have something to ask you for help, you will definitely help, right?"

Ximen Chuuxue smiled, not the smile just now, but a sneer, as if mocking him, "I won't help."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..." It's Ximen's style to refuse so simply. _(:D)∠)_

"What if I burn your house down?"

Ximen Chuuxue raised his chin: "You burn it down."

You just rely on me not daring to be confident! Lu Xiaofeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he saw the other's lips from the corner of his eye, suddenly his brain twitched, and he said: "What if I kiss you?"

Ximen Chuuxue: "..."

The butler outside the door: "..."

Yaoshou! Mrs. Master is not well, the owner of the villa has been confessed by a man! ! ( ○ Д ○)Σ(дlll)

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "You try?"

Try it if you want.

Lu Xiaofeng sneered, and took a step back silently: "Although there is a saying that peony flowers can be romantic even if they die as ghosts, but I still want this little life."

Ximen Chuixue snorted coldly, stared straight ahead, and didn't know what he was looking at , "I can promise you."

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback.

Promise what? Do you help him or can you kiss?

Ximen Chuuxue felt his gaze on his mouth, and his voice became colder, "But I have one condition." "

You say it!"

"Help me find someone. His name is Jiang Qi..." After finishing speaking, He asked the butler to take out his collection of paintings.

The scroll is clean, but the painting is a little yellowed. It can be seen that the owner of the painting cherishes it and should take it out often. There is a beauty in the painting, so beautiful that the gender is ignored at a glance. The beauty is sitting under the plum tree, lying on the bottom of the tree, her eyes are gently closed, she should be taking a nap.

Lu Xiaofeng was distracted by the beauty of the person in the painting. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but when he thought that this painting was brought out by Ximen, his heart ached for some reason: "The person who drew him must be very beautiful. love him."

He, a layman, can see the strong affection in the pen and ink at a glance.

Ximen Chuuxue: "Heh."

Ximen's reaction is not quite right...

Could it be drawn by a love rival? ? Ximen likes the beauty in the painting, but the beauty is with someone else. In order to avoid Ximen's pursuit and revenge, the two live in seclusion together, so Ximen let him find someone.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Chuixue in a daze, and was inexplicably abused by the picture of his brain-replenishing.

He hurriedly interrupted his unrestrained speculation, and asked directly: "Ahem, who is he? Did you draw this painting of Ximen?"

Mother is really beautiful. Ximen Chuuxue was in a particularly happy mood.

Ximen has been controlled by her mother since she was a child.

Lu Xiaofeng: "..." Why do you always feel sour and uncomfortable?

Not wanting Ximen to stare at the calligraphy and painting anymore, Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward to roll up the calligraphy and painting, and put the calligraphy and painting away without changing his face under the sight of Ximen Chuuxue who was about to kill someone, "It's better to put such an important thing away. Just put it like this It's settled, I'll help you find him, and you come down the mountain with me to help."

"Okay."

During this period, Lu Xiaofeng used many clichés indiscriminately, wanting to know the relationship between the person in the painting and him from the West Gate, but every time he was rejected. The other party noticed it and kept silent.

It was like a kitten kept scratching Lu Xiaofeng's heart, tickling his heart.

Ximen can't find out from here, but the housekeeper watched Ximen grow up, so he should know, right?

Lu Xiaofeng turned his eyes, turned a corner, and went to find the housekeeper.

Butler: "The person in the painting? Why are you asking this?"

Lu Xiaofeng raised his hand to think about his beard, but he found a bald spot. Then he remembered that Ximen had shaved his beard. He turned his hand and changed it to touching his nose. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way the housekeeper looked at him. As if all the thoughts in my heart were exposed to the housekeeper, "I'm not a little curious, Ximen would actually treasure a portrait of a boy." The housekeeper smiled cheerfully: "It's not just that

one, Most of the people in the study are him."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened: "Most of them are??"

No way, Ximen Chuuxue is so infatuated? ?

What to do if the discomfort in my heart gets worse_(:з」∠)

_Lu Xiaofeng said sourly: "Ximen must love him

very much." The butler nodded in agreement: "I really

do. " The scene of acting like a baby is vivid, and the butler can't help sighing when he thinks of that time. How lovely the owner was at that time.

The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face couldn't hold on any longer, and he was thinking in a mess.

Anyway, even Ximen couldn't find that person, and if he couldn't find it, it's quite normal, right?

Lu Xiaofeng secretly decided not to seriously look for someone, and dug up the wine hidden in the plum tree.

When starting the journey the next day, Lu Xiaofeng, who smelled of alcohol, scratched his head with a smile. Ximen Chuuxue smelled the familiar aroma of alcohol coming from the other party, and endured and endured, before holding back a sword.

"How much is left?"

Lu Xiaofeng took a step back guiltily, and changed the subject: "Eximen, don't be so stingy, let's go, Huamanlou is still waiting for us outside." "You don't know Huamanlou, right

? Seventh son of the Hua family, you will definitely like it!"

The butler with piercing eyes: What is this feeling of eagerly introducing your best friend to your sweetheart...

Huamanlou is a gentle person who never complains, is handsome and gentle, calm and serene like a clear lake, and loves life, while Ximen Chuuxue is completely opposite to him. None of the people under his sword survived except Lu Xiaofeng.

"Ximen Chuuxue."

"Under Huamanlou." There was a familiar feeling in the gentle voice, Ximen Chuuxue turned slightly sideways, watching Huamanlou seriously.

Well, the smile is a bit like...

not like.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes.

miss him.