Sun and Moon Positioning: September 28th.
Event: Confucian scholars check into the inn.
Changes: None.
The scholar came down from the roof of the Splendid Inn and came back to the room. The spoon had asked Xiaoer to prepare a large table of dishes. She wanted to try the craftsmanship of the Splendid Inn to see whether it was because of the good people or the good food, or just because the inn was luxurious. Yearn for. Seeing him, he waved: "The shopkeeper, come quickly and eat the food."
Whenever Spoon is so upbeat, that's probably his favorite thing about it. He sat down, handed him the chopsticks from the spoon, and remembered something again: "The day after tomorrow, the demon lord's birthday."
"Well, want to play?"
Shaozi hurriedly shook her head, anyway, "Scholar and Shaozi" were going, she was still here to monitor every move of the inn, and find out the cause and effect of the incident as soon as possible. Although it feels safe to have him by his side, what if she dies? It's better to stay with the scholar for a while, maybe an hour or an hour.
The taste of the food is okay, but nothing special. I slept on the bed after washing, the quilt was soft, the pillows were clean, and the whole bed was very comfortable. Seeing the scholar sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his shoes, she blew to turn off the lights. The room was dark, but she knew that it would not be a problem to him, so she poked his arm: "All of you should change back."
She didn't want to sleep with someone with a face other than a scholar's face with this face.
After the words fell, the breeze passed by, the spoon touched his ears and nose, it was a familiar face. I reached out to touch his face again, and the familiar outlines came back. Delighted, she leaned forward to hug him, and kissed him: "It's better as it is."
The scholar's heart moved, turned over and pressed her under him.
The next day, Shaobao woke up, moved his hands and feet, still pressed against his warm body, rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling very comfortable.
"Woke up?"
Shaozi raised his head slightly and looked up from the scholar's chin. This angle was also handsome. He climbed up to the position where his eyes met, and said with a smile, "I feel as energetic as if I had soaked in a hot spring. "
The scholar's eyes flickered like blue waves, and he looked at her quietly: "Then be so energetic every day."
Spoon frowned, and leaned back on his chest, he would be squeezed dry after tossing like this every night, raised his hand and waved: "No."
"Oh..." The scholar was very disappointed. He raised his finger and slid down her smooth back. He slid it once, but he didn't want to finish it. He looked down at her again, with a smile on his lips. Although they feel that the so-called marriage of mortals does not have any binding force on them, but at this moment they suddenly yearn for it very much. Wanting to see Shaozi Feng Guanxia tie, she rolled up her blue hair for him: "Shaozi, this time the visitor is not kind, so please tell me if you find anything strange."
"Yeah." Shaozi thought that if she was stronger, she could help him, she suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly, "How many years of cultivation did I have before?"
"It's better not to say this..."
Shaozi frowned and stared at him: "Shopkeeper, there should be no concealment between husband and wife."
The scholar said seriously: "We are not married yet."
Spoon's eyes widened and he buried his head in tears: "You're looking for an excuse to kick me away."
"...Okay." The scholar looked at the mosquito net in embarrassment, and finally said, "Seventy-three thousand years."
"..." Shao Zi, who has only three hundred years of cultivation and finds it very difficult, widened his eyes, and immediately fell into his arms crying, almost out of breath, "Seven, seventy-three thousand years, three... woo..."
The scholar put his arms around her, that's why he refused to tell her.
When Shaoqiao woke up, she was sick. Why was she so stupid and fell into that cave, dissolving all the spiritual power of more than 70,000 years. Seventy thousand... three thousand years... not even a fraction these days. Oops, my heart hurts. So... a flower raised in the backyard of a scholar has tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and the scholar probably really doesn't care about the 1,500 years of cultivation. Thinking about it this way, I feel comfortable.
The scholar tilted his head to look at the spoon who was smirking again, feeling like a woman, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out.
It was still early when the two of them got up, they poured clear water on their faces with a spoon, and looked at the face reflected in the water, it already looked like a nine-tailed fox, and suddenly felt awkward... But for the sake of the overall situation, let it be like this. Looking up at the scholar, he already looked like an expert.
Today is still the same, the inn is open as usual, no strange people enter the store, and the Confucian scholars are also very peaceful.
Another day later, the two of them arrived at the front hall early, ordered a few side dishes, looked across from the spoon, and found that the inn hadn't opened yet! Thinking about it carefully, today "they" and all the demons in the backyard went to celebrate the demon lord's birthday. Naturally, there was no one to take care of them.
"Spoon." The scholar put away the fingers he had just counted, and said, "Miss Nine Tails said that there are three periods of abnormality, and now the first period has a total of three days. If there is nothing found, we will go to the second one. Because the time is uncertain , it will be lost, don't stay too far away from me these two days."
The spoon nodded: "Yeah."
After breakfast, the scholar took a spoon and sat on the roof of the Splendid Inn. He also took a plate of pastries and a pot of tea.
During the period, apart from Confucian scholar going out to buy food once, there was no other movement. When he saw that he seemed to be going to another room, Rhubarb followed closely. The spoon expressed his satisfaction and went back to buy him a large piece of meat as a reward.
"Shopkeeper, I'm actually more curious about who did those bad things." The sun was warm, and the spoon became lazier, and he spoke lazily, and he felt more comfortable leaning on the scholar.
He is also curious, and there are more than one things he is curious about, but the most important thing is whether the spoon will really be as the Confucian scholar predicted.
Tomorrow is the first day of October, and there is still nothing unusual. Spoon is already planning to pack up and wait for Nine-Tailed Fox to send them to the next time slot.
In the evening and dusk, the night is gradually turning dark, the sky does not see a new moon, only the lights hanging from the streets on the ground reflect the sky, but it is too dim. As warm as the day was, it started to cool down at night. The spoon slept in the scholar's arms for half a day, but he didn't feel cold. After waking up, he found that the scholar's posture seemed to have remained the same, and he moved his body: "Shopkeeper, why don't you go to sleep for a while, I'll watch."
"It's okay, I'm not sleepy." The scholar stretched out his hand to brush away the scattered hair on her forehead, and said with a smile, "We'll be back later."
Shaozi thought for a while before returning to his senses, yes, congratulating the demon lord on his birthday. I was still drunk and ate the vinegar of the nine-tailed fox. After a while, she really saw a green dragon flying across the sky, and the gust of wind passed by, causing her to slip into the arms of the expert again.
I saw the "scholar" jumping down with the "spoon" in his arms, into the corridor, and went straight into the room. For a moment, it seemed that the Confucian scholar came out of his room when he heard the movement, and called out, "But the shopkeeper and the spoon girl are back?"
The Confucian scholar looked at it, but shook his head when he got no response. After taking two steps, he paused slightly, then bent down.
Shaozi hurriedly stood up and looked there, but his line of sight was just blocked by a pillar. He finally got up and seemed to be holding something in his hand. He tried to look, and couldn't help being surprised: "It's the little peony flower you gave me."
The scholar only took one look and recognized it. The spoon breathed a sigh of relief: "It turned out that he picked it up. You can find him to get it back when you go back."
The scholar saw the Confucian put the flower back into his pocket, looked at it for a while, and then went back to his room. There was nothing wrong with this, but as soon as his back disappeared, the voice of the nine-tailed fox came to his ears: "Dijun."
He understood, and shook the hand that was still looking at the inn thinking about the spoon: "Let's go."
"So fast? Three days haven't passed yet."
His eyes paused for a moment, yes, three days haven't passed yet... The timing was so precise that he had to pay attention to the little peony flower hairpin that the Confucian scholar picked up.
Coldness began to appear under his feet again, and the spoon hurriedly hugged him, and when the ice shattered, he stepped into the circle of light again. Feeling that the body of the person hugged has changed slightly, Yuemo has changed back to the appearance of a scholar, then I should also be the original appearance, thinking about it this way, I hugged him even tighter, so I don't have to worry about it anymore.
The scholar held the back of her head with one hand and tightly wrapped around her waist with the other, and only after protecting her well did he focus on recalling the events of the past three days.
"Scholar..."
He came back to his senses, looked down, and was stunned for a moment, the spoon in his arms flashed faintly, and he could still feel that she was actually in his arms, but it was almost nothing: "Spoon."