Ji Yue considers herself to be a free and easy person, neat and tidy, never procrastinating.
She can't do such a thing as hanging on a tree. Since Zhuo Yiqing's attitude is so obvious, she won't make a scene of entanglement. Everyone gets together and breaks up. We will still be friends when we meet again. .
Ji Yue packed her luggage overnight, and bid farewell to Zhuo Yiqing early the next morning, leaving gracefully and simply. She walked into the morning mist step by step, into this mysterious river and lake, there must be better things ahead waiting to meet her.
Wen Ai didn't wake up until it was high in the sun, kneaded breakfast and lunch into one meal, and didn't hear that Ji Yue had left early in the morning until he wanted to sneak to talk to Ji Yue in the afternoon.
Wen Ai's whole body is not well, and the heroine left too quickly! There is no foreshadowing or omen at all! The first time I met at the dinner table yesterday, it became the last time when I woke up today!
Wen Ai was so worried that her eyebrows were drooping to the ground: "System, what to do, what to do! Before I started matching, the hostess just disappeared. This is trying to embarrass me!"
The system commented pertinently: "The heroine plays this game well, she doesn't play cards according to the routine at all, and she has a lot of personality."
Wen Ai paused when he pulled his hair: "Are you serious or are you talking irony? Which side are you on?"
Systematically imitating the tone of the old abbot: "This old man has already seen through the world of mortals. From the moment you softened your heart to the hero, I already knew the ending."
Wen Ai: "..."
System: "Let's fight again in the next world."
After doing such a long task, if you say you fail, you will fail. Wen Ai is very frustrated, and there is a lump in his heart, and he is always drooping. Whenever he is free, Zhuo Yiqing will accompany him and tell some anecdotes about the world to amuse him. happy.
"Baby." Zhuo Yiqing fed the torn grapes to Wen Ai's mouth, "I just picked them from the orchard this morning, they are very fresh."
Wen Ai stuck out her tongue and rolled the grape between Zhuo Yiqing's fingers into her mouth: "It's quite sweet, but I still want to eat mangoes."
"No one grows mangoes in this area." Zhuo Yiqing grabbed another big grape from the bunch of grapes, "I have already sent people to look for fruit trees outside, when the time comes we will plant a garden by ourselves, eat as much as you like How many."
After feeding Wen Ai several pills one after another, Zhuo Yiqing stood up while wiping her hands: "Baby, sit by yourself for a while, I'll go to the toilet."
Wen Ai nodded: "Okay."
Wen Ai sat alone in the yard, sipping lemon tea, and suddenly smelled an unusual smell from the refreshing fruity aroma, like—
Strange and heavenly breath!
Wen Ai raised his head vigilantly, and a man of stalwart stature was walking towards him. He had a majestic appearance, walked with wind, and had a wild and unruly temperament on his body.
The man was staring at Wen Ai all the time, his gaze was extremely aggressive, Wen Ai felt uncomfortable all over, as if someone had peeled off his skin and spied wantonly.
Wen Ai stood up nervously: "Who are you?"
"You are Yiqing's precious Dikun?" The man stopped in front of him, his eyes swept back and forth a few times, "It is indeed a good look that attracts people's attention."
The man exuded a strong heavenly aura, Wen Ai instinctively stepped back a few steps, the man raised his eyebrows, took a big step forward, leaned over Wen Ai's neck and smelled it, and said in surprise: "It's not there yet. Make a contract."
"None of your business!" Wen Ai clutched his neck and backed away, looking as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The man wanted to tease him deliberately, and approached step by step: "This temper is really spoiled."
The wild aura around the man was too oppressive, Wen Ai was so frightened that he ran across the yard like a rabbit, the man stretched out his hand and was about to grab his collar, when Zhuo Yiqing's voice suddenly came from the gate of the yard: "Stop! "
Wen Xiaotu instantly seemed to have found a nest, turned around and ran towards Zhuo Yiqing, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist tightly: "Why did you come back..."
"Don't be afraid, baby." Zhuo Yiqing patted Wen Ai's back lightly, looked up at the man, and said helplessly, "Cousin, you scared him."
With his hands behind his back, the man calmly said, "It's just talking to him."
Zhuo Yiqing lowered her head to comfort Wen Ai, and took the time to glance at the man: "Put your breath away, my baby can't bear your cannibalistic taste."
The heavenly aura on the man quickly faded: "Okay, you are the owner of the villa now, I have to listen to what you have to say."
Zhuo Yiqing picked up Wen Ai, walked to the stone table and sat down, took advantage of the situation and placed the person on her lap, brought the steaming lemon tea to his mouth, and said softly, "Drink some water to calm the shock. "
A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes: "Is he really serving you?"
Wen Ai took a sip of lemon tea, hid in Zhuo Yiqing's arms and glared at the man: "We've always been like this, what a fuss!"
"Hey, the backer is here now, and your waist is straight?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Yiqing, you are so used to it, do you still pamper me?"
Wen Ai raised his arms and hugged Zhuo Yiqing's neck tightly, with an air of arrogance and arrogance: "He just loves to pet me, can you control me?"
Zhuo Yiqing enjoyed Wen Ai's natural dependence, and her heart was so happy that she couldn't help but kissed him on the face: "Well, I just spoil you, no one can care about it."
The man lost his temper after being hit by the dog food, and sat down on the stone bench: "Alright, little sister-in-law, don't stare at me, you have to call me brother according to your seniority."
Zhuo Yiqing followed Wen Ai's hair one by one, and introduced: "This is Zhuo Chi, my second cousin."
Zhuo Chi took the initiative to smile at Wen Ai, and his wild energy dissipated a lot.
"Second cousin, hello—" Wen Ai yelled, only to realize that he shouldn't have followed Zhuo Yiqing's address. He wanted to change his words, but seeing Zhuo Yiqing's smiling eyes, he swallowed the words again .
Zhuo Chi looked at Zhuo Yiqing: "I've just finished my work in Lingnan, so I'll come to stay with you for a while, welcome?"
"Of course you are welcome." Zhuo Yiqing gave Wen Ai a meaningful look, "Stay a little longer, maybe you can catch up with my wedding."
Wen Ai's face was hot, and he murmured softly: "I think it's beautiful..."
Juanyun Villa is surprisingly big, but it can't resist Wen Ai's long time. Every day, the village is full of wandering, and he quickly wandered around every nook and cranny. Zhuo Yiqing was afraid that he would be bored, so she said to take him out to the temple fair at night, Wen Ai's round eyes immediately turned into two small light bulbs, and immediately after lunch, Zhuo Yiqing drove Zhuo Yiqing out, Zhuo Yiqing couldn't beat him , I can only suppress the affairs in the villa and accompany him to the temple fair early.
As soon as the two of them left, Lu Mingxiao came to the door with his back.
In the other garden, Zhuo Chi is practicing sword.
The swordsmanship is superb, and the front is wild and fierce.
The servants did not dare to approach, but stood far away: "Master Tang, three people from the Sacred Fire Sect and Yinxian Valley have come outside, and they are looking for Mr. Yin by name."
Zhuo Chi retracted his sword and sheathed his long sword: "Take me to have a look."
Zhuo Chi came to the door with a sword in hand, sweat dripping from his face, the sweat slipped from his bronzed skin, and his wild value instantly exploded.
Zhuo Chi glanced at the dead man behind him, and then locked his eyes on Lu Mingxiao who was dressed in black.
Typical appearance of people from the Western Regions, deep eye sockets, blue eyes, stern expression, very serious looking, and very—
Abstinence.
Zhuo Chi's eyes kept turning on Lu Mingxiao, Lu Mingxiao frowned displeasedly, and said coldly: "Hand over Qianshuang."
Zhuo Chi stood with his sword in his arms: "Not here."
A killing intent flashed in Lu Mingxiao's eyes: "Don't make me say it a third time, hand over Qianshuang."
Zhuo Chi stared at him closely: "I don't want to say it a third time, my little sister-in-law is not here."
The swords were unsheathed, the weapons collided, and the gate of Juanyun Villa was instantly reduced to a battlefield.
There is a hill in the city, and a Town God's Temple is built on the hill, and the temple fair is held at the foot of the hill.
It was still early in the evening, and rows of lanterns had already been hung on the street, and many small stalls had also been set up, but the above were empty, with nothing on display, and the stall owners were nowhere to be seen.
"I said it early, didn't I?" Zhuo Yiqing walked beside Wen Ai, "You have to wait until night to visit the temple fair, and the streets will be lively at that time."
Wen Ai looked around curiously: "I'm happy to go out for a walk without anyone, are you impatient?"
Zhuo Yiqing took his hand: "How dare I, I'm just afraid that you might think it's worthless."
Wen Ai tried to break free: "Who allowed you to do anything, this is still on the street!"
Zhuo Yiqing tightly grabbed his hand and refused to let go: "What's wrong on the street, can I get my wife arrested by the yamen?"
"Who is your daughter-in-law!" Wen Ai's strength seemed to be playing, and finally he shook his arm in frustration, "Rogue!"
The two of them just walked up to the mountain path, Zhuo Yiqing quickly walked up to Wen Ai and squatted down with his back facing him, hooked Wen Ai's knee with his backhand and pulled it forward, and Wen Ai threw himself on his back.
Zhuo Yiqing supported Wen Ai's buttocks, stood up and ran up the mountain: "The rascal is going to pay homage to the city god with the little daughter-in-law on his back!"
Zhuo Yiqing ran fast, Wen Ai's upper body was thrown back, and he had to reach out to wrap his arms around his neck: "You are a rascal, you are really a rascal! Who puts their butt on their backs?"
"Me." Zhuo Yiqing shamelessly grabbed Wen Ai's ass twice in order to confirm the title of "rogue".
There were a few passers-by sparsely on the mountain road. As soon as Zhuo Yiqing said this, those people all looked over in unison.
Wen Ai still wanted to have this face, so she quickly buried her head in Zhuo Yiqing's shoulder socket, leaving only the round back of the head for others.
There are several halls in the Town God's Temple, Zhuo Yiqing took Wen Ai to stroll around to check the sky, it is estimated that it will be almost dark after going down the mountain.
The two circled back to the main hall, but before reaching the door, they were stopped by a little Taoist priest.
"This benevolent master, please stay." The little Taoist stood in front of Wen Ai holding a stick, "Does the benevolent master ask for a lottery?"
Wen Ai was a little hesitant, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Yiqing, Zhuo Yiqing patted his head: "If you want to try, try it, and you are afraid that brother can't afford the incense money?"
"Then I'll ask for one." Wen Ai took the stick from the little Taoist priest, knelt down in front of the City God, closed his eyes and started shaking the stick, with a very pious expression, but no one fell out after shaking for a long time.
"Baby." Zhuo Yiqing couldn't help reminding, "Slant the lottery a little further."
"Oh." Wen Ai did as he did, closed his eyes and started shaking again, this time a lottery came out within two shakes.
The little Taoist took them to the Miaozhu at the gate of the hall, turned around and went to solicit business with a stick in his hand.
Miao Zhu took Wen Ai's lottery, looked down for a long time before raising his head: "What does the good lord want to ask?"
Wen Ai remembered his mission, and said seriously: "Ask about merit."
Miao Zhu shook his head regretfully: "There is nothingness and nothingness, and it ends without a disease."
Wen Ai was startled, and his mood quickly collapsed.
In fact, he knew that he had failed in his mission this time, but he still felt uncomfortable when he was told that.
Zhuo Yiqing patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, you are such a big Hidden Immortal Valley, it's impossible to fall apart in an instant, right? Besides, with me raising you, you sleep a lot every day. OK."
Miao Zhu: "Good Lord, don't be depressed. Although your achievements are not successful, your marriage is very good."
Zhuo Yiqing became interested: "How good is it?"
Miao Zhu: "Judging from the hexagrams, the happy event is approaching, the husband and wife are loving, and they will grow old together."
Zhuo Yiqing laughed twice, left a large ingot of gold ingots as incense money, pulled Wen Ai and left.
On the way down the mountain, Wen Ai was still gloomy, his eyes were blank, and his feet were all based on intuition. As a result, he accidentally stepped on the empty steps and almost fell down the mountain.
Zhuo Yiqing half-lifted and half-hugged him to sit down in the gazebo beside the mountain road, then asked the vendor to buy a bowl of herbal tea and bring it to his mouth: "This is refreshing, drink more."
Wen Ai gulped down a few swigs, then pushed the big bowl out: "I'm full."
Zhuo Yiqing drank all the remaining herbal tea, returned the empty bowl to the vendor, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped Wen Ai's mouth: "Baby, you can tell me anything."
Wen Ai gave him a weak look: "Oh."
Zhuo Yiqing hugged him into his arms: "Do you want to expand the Valley of Immortals? Or do you want to continue to study poison? Or do you want to start a separate sect?"
Wen Ai shook his head leaning on his shoulder: "No."
Zhuo Yiqing: "Then what do you want to do? I support it. The entire Juanyun Villa is your backing."
Wen Ai still shook his head: "It has nothing to do with this."
"So you're bothering about marriage?" Zhuo Yiqing paused, "Are you still thinking about leaving me?"
Wen Ai lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Zhuo Yiqing grabbed his chin and lifted his head, said seriously: "Baby, you treat me differently from others, I can feel it, why are you so stupid?"
Wen Ai slapped his hand away: "Being passionate."
"Don't believe me?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled, "Then let's play a game to verify it?"
Wen Ai: "How to play?"
"Close your eyes." Zhuo Yiqing covered Wen Ai's eyes with his hands, "Just imagine what I said."
"In our villa, there are bright red happy characters posted everywhere, and there are guests carrying congratulatory gifts everywhere. Everyone is smiling beamingly, arching their hands and saying 'Congratulations' to me." Zhuo Yiqing let go of his hand, looked at the already Wen Ai, who had entered the state, continued, "The sedan chair has arrived, I carried the bride through the door, took her hand and knelt in front of the wedding hall."
Wen Ai frowned.
"One bow to heaven and earth, two bows to the high hall, husband and wife bow to each other, from now on, she is my only wife." Zhuo Yiqing said very seriously, "A group of people followed up in the bridal chamber to make trouble, insisting on making me eat apples with her, every time The next time I bit into it, I took the apple away, and let us kiss together, the bride blushed and shyly slipped into my arms, and everyone was clapping and booing."
Wen Ai pursed her lips tightly.
"Everyone is gone, I put out the candles, put down the bed curtains, untie—"
"Shut up!" Wen Ai opened his eyes and punched him, his eyes were a little red, "What a broken game, I won't play it anymore!"
Zhuo Yiqing rubbed the corners of his eyes with her index finger, and put the small teardrops on her fingertips in front of him, "Look, I just said that you are like this, if I really have something to do with others, you don't have to be sad die?"
Wen Ai looked at the little teardrop and said nothing.
"Baby, you like me too." Zhuo Yiqing gently touched Wen Ai's lips with his mouth, "You don't feel disgusted, do you? I usually kiss and hug you, and you don't feel disgusted, and you even like it a little, don't you?" ?”
Wen Ai's eyes fell on Zhuo Yiqing's lips, and she nodded slightly after a while: "Yes..."
"Then shall we be together?" Zhuo Yiqing slowly hugged him tightly, "I have never been so kind to anyone in my life, all my enthusiasm is spent on you, I... I will treat you better in the future, I will follow you in everything, will you give me this opportunity?"
Wen Ai was tearful by what he said, and kept wiping with the back of his hand with his mouth curled. Zhuo Yiqing took his hand away, and deliberately opened his eyes wide to pretend to be pitiful: "Have pity on me, huh?"
"Pfft—" Wen Ai was amused, his eyes turned into crescent moons, "Then I'll take pity on you."
The tenderness in Zhuo Yiqing's heart grew wildly like weeds after the rain, and instantly filled his entire chest. He lowered his head and kissed Wen Ai, conveying this love with his lips and tongue.
The two kissed inseparably, the sound of tsk-tsk saliva continued one after another, and a moan or two floated out from time to time.
The herbal tea brother who was forced to watch the whole process in the gazebo: "..."
Damn it, if I come out to ask for a living, I will be tortured with blood all over my face, how many local eggs can make up for it!
The herbal tea brother quickly packed up the stall, picked up the heavy tea box and left resolutely.
The temple fair was really lively, the street was brightly illuminated by the lanterns hung high on both sides, and there were so many people walking on the street shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot.
Zhuo Yiqing kept Wen Ai in his arms all the way. In this crowded environment, she managed to keep Wen Ai from being squeezed, and even ate a bunch of rock sugar yam beans safely.
Wen Ai took out a handkerchief from Zhuo Yiqing's skirt and wiped his mouth: "I still want to eat yam beans!"
"Okay." Zhuo Yiqing broke through the crowd, took Wen Ai behind a mask stand, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "There are few people here, you wait here for me, I'll go back and give it to you Buy yam beans."
After confirming the relationship, Wen Ai didn't care about the fact that he kissed him every now and then, and nodded obediently: "En!"
The yam beans were sold by a candied gourd vendor, and they had already walked so far away now, Zhuo Yiqing directly mentioned Qinggong and flew in the direction they came from just now, the speed was already there, but in this dense crowd It's really not easy to find someone. Zhuo Yiqing flew all the way stepping on the roof of the street, it took a while to finally find the peddler who was carrying a straw handle, jumped down and asked him to buy two bunches of yam beans with rock sugar, and hurried back.
The owner of the mask stand was still hawking, Zhuo Yiqing looked around the mask stand twice, but there was no sign of Wen Ai at all.