Zhuchen discovered one thing while she was recovering from her injury, that is, even without her leadership in Chaowen, all walks of life were running smoothly.

Zhang Shiwen and others handled their official duties properly, and the several managers she had previously selected were also dedicated to their work. Everyone was afraid of disturbing her rest, so they usually screened the work content to a high standard and did not disturb her unless necessary.

After getting used to this kind of office mode, Zhuchen was actually free.

Shi Hongci told her that originally the leaders of a faction did not need to deal with too many official affairs. The most important thing they needed to do was to practice so that they could lead everyone and stabilize the overall situation when foreign enemies invaded.

Therefore, the leader is usually the one who can fight best, not the one who can manage best.

Zhuchen felt justified and enjoyed this rare vacation with peace of mind.

But she really had nothing to do, so she spent that day basking in the sun in front of the window and scrubbing the air.

Zhuchen held a rag in her hand and was concentrating on cleaning it, just applying some oil to polish it. If it were her own sword, she would really do it. She was afraid that Feng Buye would feel greasy, so she couldn't bear it.

Got this urge.

Liang Hongluo came to visit with fruits. As soon as he opened the door and came in, he saw Zhuchen immersed himself in rubbing the long sword in his arms repeatedly, with gentle movements and an expression of concentration. He was stunned for a while and did not say anything for a long time.

Zhuchen took the initiative to say hello: "Brother, why don't you come in?"

Liang Hongluo's hands shook, and he took in a breath of cold air, trying his best to stay calm. He put the fruit plate on the table, carefully dragged the chair over and sat down in front of Zhuchen.

Zhuchen looked at him and felt that his behavior was a bit inexplicable, so he asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Liang Hongluo: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Zhuchen spread his hands and said, "Don't I look good?"

Liang Hongluo seemed to be holding his breath and couldn't breathe, his face turned red. He hesitated for a long time before asking: "Has Feng Buye neglected you recently?"

"No." Zhuchen was confused, "What on earth do you want to say?"

Liang Hongluo suddenly came closer and asked with a serious expression: "When will you get married?"

Zhuchen was startled and pushed him hard: "Why did you suddenly say this? Brother, something is wrong with you today!"

Liang Hongluo saw that she didn't seem to be hypocritical and said in surprise: "Has no one ever told you not to touch other people's magic weapons?"

"I know, but this is what the master is willing to give me." Zhuchen put a hand on the blade of the sword, "And I usually clean it up and cherish it."

Liang Hongluo slapped his legs in annoyance. This was because he cherished her too much!

"No!" He gritted his teeth and said to himself, "We can't just deal with it like this, Feng Buye must be responsible for you!"

Zhuchen felt that Liang Hongluo was too unusual today, he didn't talk about the topic, and he always talked about strange things.

Is this the only way for elders - to urge marriage? He couldn't stand Feng Buye before.

Liang Hongluo stood up, turned around quickly, and then sat down again, looking very anxious. He carefully considered his words and explained to Zhuchen: "Little sister, Feng Buye may not have told you, don't let others

The reason for touching your own magic weapon is because the magic weapon contains the soul of the sword master. If you... rub it like this, Feng Buye will feel it."

Zhuchen was startled for a moment, then his face turned pale.

How is this different from being hacked in online records? She asked nervously: "How many sensations are there?"

Liang Hongluo said hurriedly: "Actually, it's not much. Don't be afraid."

Zhuchen fell silent, holding her hand and looking around. After a moment, she raised her head and asked carefully: "Can he hear what I say?"

Liang Hongluo: "No."

Zhuchen: "Then...can he see it?"

Liang Hongluo stared: "Of course not! He dares!"

Zhuchen breathed a sigh of relief.

She always takes the Hanxu Sword with her when she eats, sleeps, and takes a shower. If Feng Buye can see and hear, he would be too rogue.

How could the master be such a person? Since he didn't mention it, it means it's not a serious matter.

Zhuchen was suddenly enlightened, his tone became lighter, and he asked: "What can it sense?"

Liang Hongluo was worried that Zhuchen would be thin-skinned and unable to handle it, so he said cryptically: "It's just some feelings."

Zhuchen nodded and said a long "oh".

She felt that this was similar to Feng Buye's method of asking the heart with a sword. She could sense a little bit of the sword holder's thoughts, but it was not real.

"Then he must feel my care for him." Zhuchen said indifferently, "After all, I often maintain his sword."

Liang Hongluo: "..."

He was almost furious, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging out. He couldn't vent his anger on Zhuchen, so he walked out with his head down.

Zhuchen stared at his angrily leaving figure and thought to herself that the ancients were really conservative. Her eldest brother had been single for too long and should go to the world of flowers to temper himself.

However, after Liang Hongluo told her about Hanxu, Zhuchen began to pay involuntary attention to the sword, always worrying whether it would get caught in the rain or dust. When playing with flowers and plants with her junior brother, she also

You need to put it aside first to prevent mud and water from dirtying its sharp blade.

Feng Changyin watched her movements quietly, turned his gaze, and asked seriously: "Senior sister, do you have a new ancestor?"

Zhuchen almost hit him on the head with a hammer.

"Then why are you offering a sword?" Feng Changyin shouted, "You used to use it to chop wood, dig soil and dig holes, but now you want to put incense on it. It's Master who was unhappy when he found out.

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Zhuchen said perfunctorily: "What do you, a child, know about adult matters?"

Feng Changyin curled his lips unconvinced. Everyone was bullying him for his young age.

When sleeping at night, Zhuchen also used to put Hanxu Sword next to his bed.

She laid down the quilt and turned over several times on the bed. She waited until the moon outside the window gradually drifted into the distance, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Her mind was as clear as ever, and her gaze fell on the sword. She was stunned for a while, then got up, took Hanxu into the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Zhuchen patted the quilt gently and said sincerely: "Master, you should go to bed early and don't make people worry all the time."

The actor Zhuchen entered the play and was performing, and he vaguely felt a line of sight staring at him secretly.

She thought it was because she was worrying too much, so she made a few more jokes without formality. When she lowered her head to adjust the quilt, she found that there was indeed a figure standing next to the bed.

Zhuchen has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years now. The only person who can come and go like a ghost in front of her is Feng Buye. This unintentional glance made her soul tremble and she almost screamed.

Come.

Feng Buye asked: "Can't sleep?"

Zhuchen nodded while covering his still beating heart.

Feng Buye wanted to speak but stopped.

He wanted to say that he shouldn't bother Hanxu if he couldn't sleep. He had just meditated in the room, but after several attempts, his state of mind was constantly stirred up. The soul on Hanxu's sword made him feel hot all over, and his consciousness was confused.

, let alone cultivation, even thinking has become intermittent.

He really couldn't guess what Zhuchen was doing, so he simply ran over to take a look, only to find that Zhuchen was... coaxing Jian to sleep?

Feng Buye felt that this was a big problem, and looked at Zhuchen with loving eyes mixed with worry.

Zhu morning, she tidied up her clothes and sat on the bed. Feng Buye's "caring for the mentally retarded" light was too bright. She couldn't help but defend herself: "I just can't sleep, so I just made a joke."

Feng Buye took out the Hanxu Sword from the quilt and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuchen was about to lie down and take a nap when he heard Feng Buye say: "Since you can't fall asleep, shall I take you out for a walk?"

Zhuchen said in high spirits: "Okay."

Feng Buye waited for her to put on her coat and took her to the sky with her sword.

Now that the two qi in the world have merged, Feng Buye's injuries have also healed a lot, and he no longer has to suffer the backlash of the demonic qi every day.

Zhuchen stood behind him and grabbed the corner of his clothes. Although she was holding the sword smoothly, she felt a little shaken in her mind.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman are alone, and they are going to the wilderness. No matter how these three keywords are combined, they should be a bit fragrant. In the morning, I restrain my thoughts and tell myself not to run to the wilderness.

Not long after, the wind stopped at night. Looking down in the morning, I found that it was above the dragon vein.

What are you going to do to see Mr. Long at night?

The golden dragon probably didn't sleep either. Of course, it's still a mystery whether a dragon soul like it sleeps. Zhuchen has not yet had such a detailed communication with it.

The mountains lit up with a faint golden light, probably because Lord Long had given them two sleepless people care and lit a warm-colored lamp to light their way in the dark night.

Zhuchen pointed down and said with a smile: "Master, look, Yeguang Mountain."

She thought of the luminous watch, and thought that it was almost the same as the luminous watch, so she stopped laughing and sighed in her heart.

Feng Buye smiled slightly, his serious eyebrows becoming particularly gentle in the pale golden light, which, like his gently flowing clothes, made the night quieter.

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Zhuchen glanced at him quietly, then bent down and looked around.

Feng Buye suddenly asked: "Why have you been playing with the Hanxu Sword lately?"

Zhuchen hesitated: "I...I am showing my concern for you."

Feng Buye's voice was very low, in this quiet and uninhabited environment, like jade beads falling on a plate, sweet and clear: "Care?"
To be continued...