Wen Shili frowned: "Ziyou? Why are you here?"
Jiang Ziyou yawned again: "I just woke up and found that Master was not there, so I came out to look for him. I saw that the main hall was brightly lit, so I came over."
"Nonsense!" Wen Shili angrily swung his sleeves, "You didn't even put on more clothes, and you didn't even know you put your shoes on the wrong way, why don't you go back now!"
Lord Qinghe, who had been cold and icy from beginning to end, finally showed a little humanity.
Jiang Ziyou lowered his head aggrievedly: "Master is not around, I can't sleep."
Wen Shili: “…”
Everyone in the hall: "..." Is this the legendary Master Baonan? !
After a while, Wen Shili lowered his eyelashes and said coldly, "I agree to this."
What did you agree to
Everyone in the hall was confused, then they realized that they agreed to let Tang Murou go temporarily.
"Hasn't Qinghe Zhenjun always been 'impartial and unfeeling'? Why is he suddenly so easy to talk to today?"
"Are you blind? Can't you see that his beloved disciple is waiting for him to go back to sleep?"
Wen Shili heard it and glanced back at him with a look that said "if you talk too much, you will die."
The man shut up immediately, shuddering.
Wen Shili walked to the door of the palace, glanced at Jiang Ziyu, and said calmly: "Go back to sleep."
"Yeah." Jiang Ziyou nodded, tilted his head back and smiled, revealing his two fangs, "Master, when can I learn your Wanji Sword Technique..."
"Shut up." Although Wen Shili had no expression on his face, everyone could clearly see the faint smile in his eyes: "You are more likely to cause trouble than to help me. You are just causing trouble for me."
Wen Shili patted him on the forehead and flew away with him on his sword.
Everyone in the hall: "..." We seem to have known something incredible. Will we be killed tomorrow to silence us
…
A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the courtyard was as clear as a pool of water.
Inside the room, Yin Buqi lay in bed bored, playing with the quilt, but his eyes could not stop glancing behind the screen.
The sound of water splashing, she just finished taking a bath...
"Nian Nian..."
"Um?"
"Are you ready?"
"No, I'm getting dressed. Be good and go to sleep first."
Yin Buqi sighed, looked at the beams, the floor, and out the window... but still couldn't help himself and walked behind the screen.
Jiang Niannian was about to put on her clothes when she was hugged from behind. He hugged her too tightly, making it difficult for her to break free. "You, what are you doing... Let me go, I want to put on my clothes!"
Yin Buqi touched the smooth skin, his breathing was a little heavy, and his voice was too low and hoarse: "I will help Nian Nian to wear it."
Yin Buqi held her tightly and was reluctant to let go. He endured the heat in his body and freed one hand to take the small clothes hanging beside him. However, it was the first time for him to do such a thing and he didn't know how to start.
He thought about tying it on her. He was obviously very restrained, but her snow-white and delicate skin looked even whiter under the red bellyband, which made him feel a little jealous.
"That's not how you dress..." Jiang Niannian muttered, turning back to meet his gaze. She was so embarrassed that she reached out to push him away: "You, where are you looking at! Forget it, get out, I'll put it on myself."
This man's eyes are so anxious!