The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Banshu rubbed the soft jade around his waist without interest and said, "I forgot."

Her tone at the moment was too cold.

On the contrary, Emperor Shijun noticed something strange.

His intuition told him that the little girl was a little bored.

His eyes flickered.

Have you really forgotten?

Pan Shu buried her little face in his arms and said dullly, "Every time I touch this scar, I always feel heartbroken, so... brother, don't ask, okay?"

How can Emperor Shijun be unreasonable?

But my heart became a little heavier.

The next day.

After what happened yesterday, the relationship between the two is subtle and ambiguous.

Emperor Shijun is far better at strategy than Mo Dan.

About half a month later, the strategy value has reached 70.

Pan Shu had nothing to do all day long, pretending to flip through poems and books, pretending to be thirsty for knowledge.

As soon as Emperor Shijun left, Pan Shu leaned lazily under the peach blossom tree, teasing Xiao Bai and falling asleep.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom in April.

Some scattered petals fell.

It seemed like a grand peach blossom rain.

"Such a little lady..."

When she heard someone calling her, Pan Shu slowly opened her sleepless eyes and looked up at the person lazily and coquettishly. Her posture was casual and she didn't look very decent.

The boy blushed.

He was born fair and handsome, so he should be called "like a handsome man".

Tsing Yi, jade crown, scholar's dress.

Pan Shu vaguely remembered that he was the new teacher at the school next door.

I heard that a few days ago, he was the top scholar in high school and returned to his hometown in glory. When the old gentleman was seriously ill, he took over as a teacher in his stead.

Because the beloved little princess favored him, even the court did not dare to urge him to return to the capital as soon as possible to take up his post.

The young man is a high-ranking official and a powerful minister.

There was even a faint wisp of dragon's breath lingering around his body.

Pan Shu glanced at it and then looked away.

Unexpectedly, after becoming a mortal, this body would actually have the ability to see through the fate of others.

If one day she really ends up living on the street, she won't starve to death.

Thinking of this, Pan Shu gently curved her lips.

I felt a little better for no reason.

"What's the matter?" Her attitude was a little cold.

The young man lowered his eyes in disappointment. When he raised his eyes again, his nervous eyelashes trembled slightly, "This... these are candied chestnuts from the east of the city, candied haws from the west... osmanthus cake from the north, and pea yellow from the south. …”

"Ok?"

Pan Shu paused for a few seconds, and then remembered that she said this casually this morning to get rid of Emperor Shijun.

He looked a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on purpose..."

Pan Shu only thought he was quite cute.

However, this jade-like young man was not her target. Although he was extremely handsome, after getting used to seeing extremely handsome men like Mo Dan, Fu Ce and Di Shijun, the young man in front of her became a little inferior.

Banshu has been craving for yellow peas for a long time.

About to take it.

"Womanly."

A gentle yet cold and pleasant male voice sounded.

The next moment, the tall and handsome man in white turned slightly sideways and stood in front of Pan Shu.

He glanced at the young man with a smile on his face and said, "Please, Lin Zhuangyuan, please return to the capital as soon as possible. The little princess in the palace is waiting to see what happens."

"I..." the young man defended weakly and slowly, "I don't like her..."

After saying that, he looked at Pan Shu cautiously.

Don't make your youthful appearance too obvious.

蔺？

Isn't this young boy Lin Kunian's ancestor? ? ?

It can't be such a coincidence, right? ? !

Pan Shu's mood was a little complicated.

The young man reluctantly picked up his things and left dejectedly. Looking at his back, he felt indescribably frustrated.

Pan Shu was thinking about something.

Because he didn't notice Emperor Shijun's increasingly cold black eyes.

His possessiveness towards her grew stronger and stronger.

This is not a good thing.

Emperor Shijun closed his eyes restrainedly.

He sneered secretly in his heart, how could he be so selfish? He knew clearly that there was no result between him and her, but he wanted to cut off these high-quality peach blossoms of hers...

Although the young man does not have the qualifications to become an immortal, he will become a high-ranking official and show off his family name in the future.

As far as Pan Shu is concerned.

Isn't it a good place to end up?

But once he thought that one day she would meekly lean into the arms of other men and do to other men what she had done to him, he became filled with irritation.

Dao heart is unstable.

The blood rose in his throat.

He suppressed the blood in his mouth and handed her the delicately wrapped pastries with a warm smile, "Roasted chestnuts with candied sugar, candied haws of sugar, osmanthus cake, yellow peas..."

"what is that."

"...roasted chicken."

"Oh."

"Isn't that what you want to eat?"

"Yes."

After being pierced by Mo Dan's sword, she finally became a mortal in need of food.

She is no longer the little fairy who can be full by just drinking dew.

Ugh, sad.

Panshu made a strange expression with an expressionless face.

Emperor Shijun didn't understand what was going on in her little head. Her expression kept changing, but her hand that opened the wrapping paper didn't stop for a moment.

Just fun.

He curled his lips helplessly.

His long and slender hand took the teapot on the side, poured half a cup of tea, and placed it next to her hand.

"Eat slowly and don't choke."

"Oh."

Pan Shu eats very elegantly, and most beautiful people eat beautifully.

"Brother, are you from the capital city?"

This was the first time she asked about his past.

Emperor Shijun nodded gently, "Yes, but not now."

The little girl tilted her head, as if puzzled, "Why? Will my brother have parents, brothers and sisters? Or will he be a lonely person like me who no one wants?"

Emperor Shijun's heart was sour, mixed with a sharp stabbing pain.

"Shu Shu is not wanted by anyone." He sighed, "Brother wants her."

Pan Shu: "What about brother?"

Emperor Shijun paused, and there seemed to be an undercurrent of blood in front of his eyes. The cold mockery and the humiliation of being trampled on were still vivid in his eyes. His so-called parents were also the knife that pierced his heart.

He was quiet for a moment and said softly, "No one wants my brother."

"Then I'll pick it up." Pan Shu curled her lips slightly, "No matter who comes to ask for it, it won't be returned."

"it is good."

Emperor Shijun's eyes warmed a little.

The only happy and warm time in his life was in this cabin and the little girl in front of him.

But he has already embarked on the thorny and bloody road of cultivating immortality.

What about Pan Shu?

Mortals only have a short lifespan of a hundred years... In the long and lonely years of immortal cultivators, it may be just a moment of seclusion, just in the blink of an eye...

He thought a lot.

Until the sweetness oozes from your mouth.

He opened his eyes, and the girl smiled and pushed the candied haws and hawthorn balls covered in syrup into his mouth.

Emperor Shijun obediently opened his lips and ate it.

"Is it sweet, brother?"

"It's sweet."

Emperor Shijun stroked her soft hair.

He had almost no doubt that if what she was feeding him right now was intestinal poison, he would swallow it without hesitation.

As long as she is happy.

Suddenly, Emperor Shijun's eyebrows turned slightly cold, and his cold eyes looked towards the door faintly.