This is impossible!
With my elegant demeanor of Yushu Lingfeng and a branch of pear blossom crushing crabapple, how could it be possible that such a little girl can't be fascinated? !
And not only can't you be fascinated, but you actually hate it!
Ever since he was sixteen years old and had a small success in learning art, how has he ever been treated like this by a woman in the past seven or eight years
Not to mention such an act of contempt, before finally revealing his true face, he had never heard a woman's repeated words.
No matter how reserved a woman is, when facing the elegant Mr. Yin, she will at most retreat shyly, she will never be so rude.
Mr. Yin fell into an unbelievable tangled state.
Although Hu Yunshang on the first floor couldn't see what Wu Zhe was doing upstairs, but seeing the reaction of the young man in white, he could basically guess that he must have been treated unkindly, and he couldn't help but feel very happy.
At this time, the windows of the middle room on the first floor were also opened. Zong Zhilian and others naturally looked out vigilantly.
"Excuse me, excuse me." Mr. Yin immediately restrained his surprised expression, and clasped his fists at everyone in a graceful manner: "Little brother Yueye suddenly became interested, Xiao Ming played a flute, I don't want to disturb everyone's rest, and I hope Haihan."
A clerk on duty at night heard the sound: "Hey, my guest, your room is on the second floor, why did you run out into the street in the middle of the night?"
Zong Zhilian and others saw that he was so polite, and there was a guy who testified that he was not a bad or suspicious person, so it was hard to say anything, and they all bowed their hands and gave up.
Being a person in full view, Mr. Yin felt a little suffocated in his heart, ignored the waiter, walked into the inn again, and slowly went up to the second floor with the flute behind his back.
But as soon as he stepped onto the second floor, he saw a large white paper on the door of the central guest room.
Through the moonlight shining through the railings, the profoundly mysterious Mr. Yin saw the word [静静] written on it with thick yellow tea.
quiet? !
The two words written with tea dipped in water, the water marks still remain on the self-lubricating paper, obviously just finished writing.
No need to ask, of course it was written urgently by the little girl who just hit me, and posted it on purpose.
Are you still saying that I disturb her by playing the flute? Does she feel bored
Mr. Yin tilted his head slightly, gritted his white teeth, wishing he could reach out and tear off the paper immediately.
hold back, hold back! You are the most hopeful son of the direct line of the Magic Sound Valley to become the next head of the family, how can you lose your sense of propriety because of a little girl? !
Mr. Yin kept warning himself in his heart, and gradually suppressed the fire.
Um? This word is written delicately, and it has a not weak family demeanor.
Although Mr. Yin has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he has not neglected the study of writing and calligraphy, and has received a good scholarly education arranged by his family.
Looking closely at this word, it is dignified and elegant, and it almost has the accumulation of everyone's handwriting. The so-called person is like a person, it is not difficult to feel that the writer is beautiful on the outside and on the inside.
In fact, when Wu Zhe was writing casually just now, he used Mo Xichou's handwriting that he secretly learned from the talent show.
As Mo Xichou is a genuinely talented woman, her handwriting is naturally good. At this moment, Wu Zhe wrote it out in a hurry, which is quite bluffing.
This little girl is not simple. Mr. Yin looked at it for a while, then gently peeled off the paper with both hands and took it away.
The light in this room is still on, presumably because the person in the room has written the words on the paper and the candle has not been extinguished. Mr. Yin guessed.
He didn't think that this room was to take care of a dumb girl, so he had to keep the candles burning.
The figure of the young girl in the room is reflected on the door under the candlelight, her graceful figure attracts people's imagination.
Mr. Yin stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, he lowered his arm again.
Knocking on the door of a girl's dormitory in the middle of the night does not fit the image of a gentleman who wants to leave a girl.
Image, image is the most important. To tease a woman, the most important thing is to maintain your image before you succeed. Mr. Yin kept reminding himself of the rules of picking up girls in his heart.
Even if you take off your clothes and turn into a beast at any time in the future, you can't show your tail before you get it.
This girl seems quite interesting, let's get in touch again.
He stood at the door of this room for a while before he left gently.
As soon as he turned around, he saw two men standing under the stairs.
Of these two men who were also dressed as princes, one was shaking a fan, and the other had a scar on his eye.
Mr. Yin frowned slightly.
I was only thinking about that fair little girl, but I didn't notice that someone was approaching.
After staring at the two of them for a while, Mr. Yin bowed his hand to the Mr. who was shaking the fan, and went straight to his upper room.
The two warrior servants hiding in the dark also quietly left with the young master.
Zong Zhilian and Hu Yunshang exchanged glances.
With no expression on Hu Yunshang's face, he walked upstairs lightly, and quietly sat down at the door of the guest room.
With a sword in his hands, he just sat at the door and did not move.
This dead set. Zong Zhilian rolled his eyes and went back to his room to rest.
But he didn't dare to fall asleep, he just meditated to rest his mind.
In the room, Mu Qingya got up early.
She was scolding Wu Zhe for going too far. She saw Wu Zhe's teasing of Mr. Yin just now.
It's just that she uses sign language, and Mr. Yin's profound energy outside the door is not strong enough to sense it across the door.
"That man played the flute, Ruoyao, you stopped him because you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep?" Mu Qingya gestured with sign language: "Thank you, I understand your kindness."
Just as Wu Zhe smiled and wanted to say you're welcome, Mu Qingya quickly said in sign language: "But why did you suddenly make strange movements when he came over? Did you make him fall into the air?"
"Uh... that's because he can't bear the blow himself. I was worried that he couldn't see my movements from a distance, so I asked him to come over and see clearly." Wu Zhe shrugged his shoulders, and said by candlelight sign language: "At least tell him to come over, and He will stop playing the flute. Who would have thought that he would float over while pretending to be playing the flute."
Wu Zhe also said in sign language: "It is estimated that he saw my movements, and he panicked and lost his shape. Alas, you are not good at learning, so don't come out to show off!"
Mu Qingya took a deep breath, feeling a little harsh on her.
Wu Zhe was so careful not to disturb herself just now, even the details of covering her ears and making movements without making a sound, she quietly saw in her eyes and was quite moved in her heart.
Think about it, maybe it's because I can't speak, so it's natural to tolerate too much on weekdays
Maybe Ruoyao's actions are not too much
Otherwise, the man gently tore off the message paper outside the door, but he didn't have any complaints
Mu Qingya has a gentle mind and always thinks of the other party. When encountering disagreements, she is used to thinking about whether she is wrong or not.
At this time, she heard that the man outside the door had already walked away and did not get angry, so she put on her coat and went to the window to close the window, and put away the brushes and tea cups on the table.
The first-class guest rooms are fully equipped with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Just now, Wu Zhe didn't have time to grind the ink, so he grabbed the teapot and wrote it on the paper.
Wu Zhe hurried to help.
Mu Qingya stopped tidying up, and said in sign language: "Then you shouldn't write a book with tea and stick it on the door after getting wet."
"I'm afraid he won't have a long memory." Wu Zhe replied in sign language. At the same time, I muttered in my heart, you obviously watched me do this, didn't you stop it
In fact, it was because after Mu Qingya left her relatives and entered the sect, although the atmosphere was generally good, she still received a lot of exclusion and discrimination due to her dumb tongue. It was rare that Wu Zhe cared so much about her, she secretly liked to watch her busy for herself, so she didn't stop her at that time.
Mu Qingya didn't use sign language to blame Wu Zhe, but blew out the candle. Then he took her hand again and went to sleep on his own bed together.
It was Wu Zhe's second time sharing the bed with a beautiful woman, and he couldn't help feeling overjoyed. Sure enough, good people are rewarded!
"Uh, wait, Mu Qingya, why didn't you take off your outer clothes?" Wu Zhe asked hastily as soon as she squeezed into the bed next to her.
Mu Qingya wrote in Wu Zhe's hand: "Just don't take it off. Maybe you will do something boring again, and I will pull you back when the time comes."
After writing this sentence, Mu Qingya secretly smiled. Thinking about the way she tiptoed to the window just now and gestured to the flute player, she really found it very interesting and warm.
"Huh? Why did you blow out the candle?" Wu Zhe noticed that Mu Qingya was writing in his own hand, and immediately realized that she had actually blown out the candle.
Mu Qingya slowly wrote in her hand: "With you by my side, there is no need for candles."
Writing it like this made Wu Zhe, who was full of thoughts about sharing the same bed, feel a little embarrassed.