Because the wine jar was spilled, Wen Ying entered the room with the smell of wine, stained on the skirt of his clothes, and could be heard waving.
The man's long hair was disheveled, and his cheeks were flushed. Seeing that it was her, he just raised his eyes lazily, and then closed them. He asked the question casually, as if he didn't intend to ask for an answer, but just said it casually. This reminded Wen Ying of Feng Li inexplicably. Scarlet Sky Demon Monarch loves red clothes very much, but if he wears his red clothes on this person, he will definitely have a different style and captivate the world.
The maid following Wen Ying suddenly blushed.
"... This rumor is outrageous. The young master of the Wang family said that he was old with the Lin family, so he just talked to me a few words." Wen Ying approached carefully and poured a cup of tea when she came to him. A virtuous wife, "Husband, have a cup of tea and wake up."
He seemed to pause when he heard her call him "Husband" in a gentle tone, took the teacup, sat up straight and slowly sipped it.
The servant girl frowned behind her back as if puzzled, the words were not true at first glance, Lin and Wang's family only had enmity, there was no old relationship, but the male master also acquiesced to the female master's rhetoric.
"I heard that my husband is competing for the crown jewel today. I wonder if he will win or lose?" She took the hot towel from the servant girl's hand to wipe the man's sweat, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the sweat off his forehead bit by bit.
His eyes drooped slightly, like a human illusion, and the drunken blush on his face deepened.
"..."
"Even if you lose, it doesn't matter. Whoever fights with my husband, just tell me that I will steal his favor some other day. How about venting my anger on my husband?"
The maid raised her eyes secretly, and teased her strangely.
The young master of the Lin family stopped talking, instead, Wen Ying turned to the guest, and in a soft and gentle tone, advised him, worked hard for him, and played the role of a 100% virtuous wife. In the end, she coaxed the drunk man to bed, and even if she wanted to undress him, he refused to allow him, and only said that she was too tired and wanted to rest for a while.
Wen Ying was so tired that she was sweating all over, so she called the servant girl to bring hot water to fill the tub, and then asked her to come in and wait for her to take a bath and change clothes.
But at this moment, the person lying on the bed suddenly said: "Go out."
This was said to the servant girl, who pointed at herself suspiciously.
"My husband has a weird temper and is moody. Please bear with me." Wen Ying said softly and politely. The servant girl was overwhelmed with flattery, said "I dare not" again and again, and retreated full of doubts.
Wen Ying turned her head and asked the man: "Your husband drove my maid away, do you want to scrub my body and change my pajamas myself?"
He had already closed his eyes, as if he couldn't drink enough, but it also made people feel a sense of running away in a hurry.
Wen Ying glanced at the person on the bed with a smile, and went to wash herself. After washing, the person on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep, with regular ups and downs. Compared with his appearance when he woke up, his sleeping posture was unexpectedly correct, only occupying his own half of the position. Wen Ying was wearing a snow-white coat, her whole body was fresh and clean, and there was still heat on her skin.
The delicate fragrance of women permeates into the fragrance of wine, even if you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk.
She passed the position where he was going inside, but Fang's half-dried hair fell out, somehow got caught in his hook belt, and got tangled together. She hissed, her scalp hurt, and she had to turn sideways to untie hair.
She couldn't see clearly, and couldn't explain it no matter what, at this moment, the man's hand stretched out.
The moment their knuckles touched, they both stopped, and soon, she moved away to make it easier for him to operate.
From his direction, only the side face of the woman can be seen, with creamy skin, beautiful curves, well-behaved and obedient. He lowered his thick black eyelashes and untied her hair wholeheartedly.
Originally, there were only a few tangled strands, but she just untied them and made it even more messy, like a dead knot.
"If not, just cut it with scissors. I don't feel sorry for the length." She said.
"Need not."
He only replied these two words, tedious steps, but his thinking was clear, although his movements were not fast, they were very smooth and patient, as if he was very familiar with such situations.
During this process, some water fell. Wen Ying's hair hadn't been wrung completely, and now a section of hair fell softly on his body, and the water vapor soaked through the fabric, making his skin suddenly cool, but he shuddered as if he had been scalded. He locked his hand back suddenly.
"alright."
he said. Yu raised his drunken eyes slightly in the haze, but only saw her smile brightly and charmingly, "Thank you husband." The voice was soft, like that drop of water, and like a snake, entangled in people's hearts all the time.
After a period of time like this, Wen Ying seemed to have really become an aborigine, living a peaceful life, except for her husband who had to get drunk every day - he was famous, and no one cared about him - the rest was not too much There are so many ups and downs, if it weren't for the fact that this is just an illusion, there is really a posture to live for a long time.
On this day, she was painting in the right wing room, opened the window, and faced the slanted branches outside the courtyard, which were decorated with flower buds, and there were birds chirping on the branches, jumping from one end to the other, as if they were in trouble. Spring is very lively.
Wen Ying rested her chin in one hand, and added a few lines casually with the other hand, in a careless manner, and a few strokes seemed to be the same.
But suddenly, there was another bird cry, the melodious twitter sound was intermittent, but it caught her attention, and she raised her head to look. A figure flashed on the window sill, like a cat, knocked over her inkstone.
A man asked from the inner room, "Who?"
"It's nothing." Wen Ying stared lightly at the person sitting on the window sill and raising her eyebrows, and replied, "A black cat came and knocked over the inkstone."
There was no talking inside.
"How is your stay at the Lin family?" Feng Li smiled wickedly, but deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Young Madam?"
Wen Ying didn't answer, and asked him instead: "It's okay, how about you?"
"I didn't notice that you have a husband." His smile was still there, and there was a flash of hostility in his dark and deep eyes. "I was negligent. What did he do to you?"
She laughed and said, "What can I make him do?!"
Feng Li and her looked at each other for a long while, then twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's better to kill him, it's over." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ying grabbed his cuff, "Don't mess around, you will have endless troubles if you kill him, I don't want to reveal my identity just yet."
It was this sentence that calmed him down, looked towards the direction of the bedroom and snorted coldly, calmed down after a long time, and said: "Forget it, I have already killed your maid."
"oh."
"You won't stop me this time?" He smiled half a smile.
"I knew she had a problem."
Wen Ying did find out that she had a ghost, but whoever thought that she didn't do anything, and everything was done by others. She couldn't help but recall that when she asked the maid to bathe and change her clothes, the person in the room said "get out".
"Well, I probably knew that you had contact with the psychic liquid in the restaurant, so I happened to use my identity to attack you. When I sneaked in, she was conspiring with someone, but at most it was at the early stage of alchemy. I didn't wait for her Killed the person after unraveling the disguise of the illusion, so it shouldn't alarm other people."
The fight between the alchemy stage and the alchemy stage can easily cause disturbances. Even if the later stage can crush the early stage, but before the other party can react and transform from a maidservant to an alchemy monk, Feng Li is obviously right. Yes, fast, accurate, steady and ruthless, living up to his usual methods.
It's just that the disappearance of a maidservant is easier to deal with later.
"As for her accomplice, it will take a while not to respond to him, and he will probably give up the idea."
She called sweetly, "Thank you, Ah Li."
"You change your face very quickly." He glanced at her with a smile, brushed her forehead, and got back to the topic, "You don't go out much, and you don't know much about the situation outside. Now someone has already borrowed psychic liquid to enter the alchemy stage. In the later stage, this trend may not be able to stop.”
Everyone's heart and mind is the psychic magic weapon. In the past, it was because they couldn't beat the seniors who were in the late stage of forming alchemy, and the importance of rank was clearly emphasized in the illusion, so they could only give in reluctantly. Flood discharge is bound to be unstoppable.
He has a special physique, and if he returns to his original form, he can subdue many later stages of alchemy with his own strength, but if the current progress is followed, sooner or later some people will enter the Nascent Soul Stage, and when they reach the Nascent Soul Stage, the Alchemy Stage cannot be compared with it.
Wen Ying shook her head and said seriously, "Even so, you can't drink."
"I know." He looked at her and smiled, "In two days, there will be an auction exchange meeting between monks in the capital city, and the host will release news that there will be a large amount of spiritual liquid. You are right, This illusion is very weird. Even if you want people to kill each other, it is enough to lure them with treasures. Why bother? There must be something wrong with the spiritual liquid. But even if we don’t use it, we can’t just watch it cast a group of Nascent Soul monks. If possible , intercept it, what do you think?"
She thought about it, "It's worth a try."
While talking, Feng Li's fingertips slid across the paper she had drawn, and a bird made of paper flapped its wings and flew up, and then the color was injected into its body from the air, from the eyes to the The feathers are colored one by one, lifelike.
"You can bring it to me if you have something to say in the future." He handed her to Wen Ying, and glanced at the position of the bedroom. "Except for you and me, everyone else will ignite and burn when they touch it, so don't worry."
The little bird chirped softly, and pecked Wenying's palm.
The auction came as scheduled, and Lin and Wang's family had some reputation in the capital, and Feng Li's momentum was even higher recently. This time Wen Ying appeared with him, and there was a lot of gossip. But because she and the young master of the Lin family are Qi-refining monks and there is no dependent relationship, others dare to say that they have different ideas.
But Feng Li was different, Feng Li became a monk of alchemy, the people in the illusion didn't think it was too weird, and accepted this fact with a good attitude. From his identity as a monk of alchemy, it can be deduced that he and Wen Ying are together because they want to find a beautiful furnace to practice.
Suddenly, at the place where the discussion was the loudest, a cluster of blue ghost flames burst out, causing people to cry out in pain.
Seeing this, the others all fell silent, but Feng Li lost his temper at that time and dared not speak again.
Wen Ying hid in Feng Li's arms with a "wronged" look. "Hey, don't cry." The man ran down her long hair, and took the blame for her with a half-smile. With a beauty in his arms, what else can't be discussed
At this moment, the first auction item on the stage was pushed up.
It was a two-person high birdcage, decorated like a palace, magnificent, inside there was a two-headed ralo bird patting the woman in the cage with its wings, as if to comfort. The woman turned her back to everyone, dressed in simple and cool clothes, her black hair fell behind her like a waterfall, and she was graceful just by looking at her back.
"The first lot is a female cultivator with a profound Yin physique. It is made of excellent furnace material. I wonder if any adult is interested in buying it?"
Ding Jieyi.
Wen Ying unhurriedly raised the sign in her hand. This seems to be her destiny, she will always be humiliated in the early stage, but once she accumulates her strength and explodes, it cannot be ignored. A person who has always been proud has become a cauldron, even if it is only in the illusion, she may not be able to bear it.
The original owner is the real Xuanyin physique. For the world of cultivating immortals, male cultivators who are eager to take shortcuts are extremely enthusiastic about female cultivators who supplement Xuanyin physique, because they can not only help them advance, but also will not go crazy.
If she hadn't jumped off the cliff and pretended to commit suicide, lost the halo of the Son of Destiny, and really returned to the sect, waiting for her end would also be the fate of being married, this is just the best possibility.
At the same time, someone from the other direction also raised a sign, bidding twice as much as hers.
Wen Ying looked sideways, suddenly startled. Feng Li naturally noticed her abnormality, leaned over and asked her: "What's the matter?"
She frowned, "Why is he here?"
"who?"
"My husband."