All Zheng Wan's understanding of Cui Wang came from that dream.
She has been looking up at him, not knowing his past, but also roughly skimming his future, the two months in the mortal world are her deliberate design, and the first and fifteenth day of Xuan Cang's Lunar New Year is the entanglement of the flesh. There is almost no time for people to sit and talk.
Even occasionally, it is just a temptation between each other, whether true or false.
Therefore, even though such an intimate thing happened with him, Zheng Wan still knew very little about Cui Wang—
At least, she would never have imagined that Cui Wang would actually use a photo stone to record such private things...
"You recorded it?"
she asked again. He vigilantly returned half of the picture stones he had taken out to the storage ring:
"Not recorded."
Where would Zheng Wan believe:
"You just recorded it."
"Not recorded."
Cui Wang said expressionlessly.
Faced with Zheng Wan's suspicious eyes, he stepped ashore.
The ice spring pool has lost its ice power, and in the dense water vapor, the tall and straight man shook his hands and put on his white robe, with black hair and bare feet, standing on the snow-white blanket with only a pair of clear eyes watching her quietly—
But Zheng Wan's heart was as hard as iron, and she stretched out her hand:
"Bring it."
"No."
"Bring it."
The light white and young palms were spread out in front of Cui Wang, and he tightened his mouth all of a sudden:
"If you don't believe me, search."
"..."
Zheng Wan laughed angrily: "You are dignified and dignified to return to the gate of the ruins, and you are the first in the Wuya list, and you have learned to be a rogue from others?"
Cui Wang stubbornly stood where he was.
That's all.
What can you say to a mallet
Angrily, Zheng Wan took out the rake mirror and comb from the storage bracelet, and made the simplest single bun in front of the mirror. She couldn't find the hairpin, but she handed a butterfly hairpin in front of her. The man's finger bones were long and slender. Fair and fair, it sets off a small butterfly hairpin.
Zheng Wan glanced, and suddenly blushed.
This hand is not only good at using the sword, but also extremely flexible in other things.
She took off the hairpin in one go:
"What are you looking at me for?"
Cui Wangmo was silent, then said:
"You can steam your hair dry by now."
Zheng Wan nodded:
"In the past three years, I have learned a lot."
Hunting animals, skinning, taking blood, killing people, killing animals, all the things she thought she would never do before, she did them one by one, and even took it for granted, of course—
She still doesn't like it.
What she likes is sitting on the top of the restaurant, ordering a pot of sake, tasting a plate of sixth-level snow dragon, listening to the wind, flowers and snow, the apricot core does not need to be peeled by hand, and someone presents it——
The exquisite extravagance of the past, which has long been a habit, has been soaked in the bones, and even after many years in Xuancang, it has not changed.
It's just that she has now learned to submit and not to force.
I don't know whose sigh came from the wind.
Cui Wang leaned over slightly, took the jade comb in her hand, raised his hand and broke up the single bun she had tied up, combed it smoothly, neatly tied up a double fish bun for her, and the butterfly hairpin was slanted on the bun .
He took two steps back and watched for a while.
Zheng Wan looked at the raking mirror, and was surprised to find that Cui Wang's craftsmanship is very good, and the double fish bun is flexible and not rigid, which is very popular with her.
"When did you learn it?"
she said in surprise.
"It's easy to see at a glance, why do you need to learn?"
Cui Wang said lightly.
"I'm going to go out to have a look in a while, so I'll leave Ah Wan here to accompany you."
"Awan?"
Zheng Wan was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Cui Wang had already released the wooden puppet from the storage ring.
When Ah Wan saw Zheng Wan, he was so happy that he opened his mouth to his cheeks, and ran over:
"Zheng Zhenjun, ah no, you can be called Zhenjun now, Zheng Zhenjun, Ah Wan misses you so much."
"With Zheng Zhenjun not here, Ah Wan doesn't even think crickets are fun."
Cui Wang coughed.
Awan glanced at Cui Wang, and said hello to his master: "Mr. Dao."
Then, he just kept circling around Zheng Wan.
Zheng Wan looked inexplicably at the tuft of hair growing on Awan's head, which was quite a lot and a lot of black, but she clearly remembered: Awan, it turned out to be bald
"Ah Wan, why do you have long hair?"
Awan pursed his mouth and was about to speak, but Cui Wang walked up to the big stone blocking the cave, and pushed the big stone away with a flick of his sleeve:
"I'll come as I go."
But before he got out of the cave, he heard Awan howling behind him:
"It's all the Taoist's fault! It's not a good place to go, but I want to go to the place where the birds don't shit. I'm bored, so I braid Awan's hair every day, and I can't do it well. I have changed this hair several times. !"
"..."
Cui Wang walked out as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Wan was left behind with a smile, imitating him coquettishly:
"It's easy to see at a glance, why do you need to learn?"
Cui Wang paused in his footsteps, then turned around, with a deep voice:
"Wan Wan..."
Wan Wan ignored him.
She reached out and touched Awan's head:
"Ah Wan has worked hard."
Awan sighed angrily:
"Forget it, Daojun is not easy."
Cui Wang has only one thought at the moment, he really wants to bald the hair that was planted on the top of Awan's head.
But he didn't do anything in the end, and continued to go out to explore the way.