I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Bai Zhi, who was fascinated by the bitter fruit wine, ran around the island randomly.

One person borrowed a hoe and started digging potatoes frantically. However, the potatoes were scattered and difficult to find. After searching for an entire afternoon, they only dug out a cloth bag.

Bai Zhi held the bag of potatoes, danced and muttered something, "Cut potatoes, dice potatoes, shred potatoes, cubes of potatoes, potato flowers, fried potatoes, stir-fried potatoes, steamed potatoes... What kind of potatoes do you like to eat?"

Wu Yong was almost driven crazy by Bai Zhi's torment. The whole afternoon, the corner of his mouth was not suppressed.

He responded: "Whatever you like, I like..."

This was really disgusting, and he felt it too.

But he couldn't resist the urge to say that he really liked it and couldn't help laughing.

The sky on the island is as blue as fake, the seabirds are chirping, and in the shade of the trees, Bai Zhi is laughing and making noise.

Wu Yong felt that if he could stay here forever and watch her play, then he would be willing to do so.

But he understood that she was just drunk.

"This potato... is so big!" Bai Zhi shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, it's big."

"I don't want to eat it, I want to keep it as seeds!"

"Well, okay, keep it as seeds."

“Buy a few mountains and plant them all in potatoes!”

"Can you finish eating?"

"I can't finish it by myself, so I'll share it with the people in the small fishing village and those who can't afford food!"

After hearing this, Wu Yong laughed softly, "Why? You can't eat well!"

"I can't finish it! I don't want to eat only potatoes for the rest of my life!"

……

Such a conversation was meaningless, but Wu Yong kept asking, and Bai Zhi would definitely answer. After going around and around, he thought he would never be able to get around it.

Wu Yong was digging potatoes, immersed in his somewhat crazy emotions. Suddenly, the collar was pulled open from behind, and a few potatoes with sand rolled into his clothes.

She is playing a prank, she is laughing loudly...

Wu Yong grabbed Bai Zhi's hand with his backhand. Bai Zhi laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. For a moment, she was weak and was pulled to the ground by Wu Yong.

Feeling that she had lost her center of gravity, Wu Yong became anxious and reached out to protect her head, and the two of them fell into the loess.

Wu Yong stood beside Bai Zhi, supporting the ground with one hand and supporting Bai Zhi's head with the other, leaning down to look directly into Bai Zhi's eyes.

In an instant, Wu Yong's breathing was stagnant. If it seemed like it was still there, he could still smell the faint fragrance of her body. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and there were traces of black oil on her face.

It was so close that my breathing started to tremble and my skin started to feel hot.

The heartbeat that had almost stopped began to revive again, gradually becoming as fierce as a war drum.

Wu Yong should get up, help her get up, and dust the dirt off her body. He knew what he should do.

But he couldn't help but want to get closer, getting closer little by little until he could feel her gentle breath, tugging at Wu Yong's heart infinitely.

Bai Zhi felt dizzy. She suddenly raised her hand and touched Wu Yong's cheek, "Your eyes are a bit like his..."

After saying that, Bai Zhi fell asleep.

Wu Yong was left alone, confused in this charming mind.

he?

Her noble?

picture?

Ah.

Wu Yong smiled bitterly.

Like a basin of biting ice, it extinguished Wu Yong's burning emotions.

What on earth is he thinking!

He slowly lifted Bai Zhi up, dusted off the dirt on her back, and gently wiped the dirt on her palms with a handkerchief, not leaving any trace of her fingertips or nails.

Her palms were moist and hot, and Wu Yong could feel the heat of her palms on his face through the air.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

He carried the Angelica dahuricae on his back, together with the potatoes he had dug all day, and limped toward the dock.

It hurts!

The injury to the leg bone seems to have never healed and it cannot bear the weight.

Every step he took seemed to be unsustainable and teetering.

Only a few hundred steps away from the dock, he was already sweating profusely.

But he couldn't carry this distance, so how could he carry her throughout his life?

She also had to plant potatoes all over the mountains and fields, and he couldn't help her pick or carry them.

He could only walk behind her and watch her run.

What he cannot catch up with, he will never catch up with.

You can't ask her to always pity herself, stop and wait for herself.

Her noble man should not be a cripple, not a refugee, and not someone who needs her pity.

He should be high-spirited, wear a silver saddle and a white horse, and lead her to gallop across the vast wilderness.

Wu Yong walked like this, dusting off his own delusions with every step he took.

After getting on the boat, I looked back and saw heartbreak everywhere.

The boat rocked, and Bai Zhi slept soundly.

It was like I had dreamed of something beautiful, and I was smiling even when I fell asleep.

Wu Yong sat aside and watched, almost crying.

When they returned to Bai Mansion, it was getting late, and the guards carried Bai Zhi back home.

As soon as she got home, Lihua had an expression on her face that something bad had happened, but when she saw Bai Zhi's appearance, she instantly forgot what she was going to say and hurriedly asked her servants to boil hot water for Bai Zhi to bathe.

Wu Yong was so focused on Bai Zhi that he didn't even notice that the servants in the mansion were talking about him. He just took a shower and changed clothes numbly and at a loss.

Bai Zhi woke up while taking a bath, feeling dizzy and thinking that this bitter fruit wine was really poisonous. After just a few drinks, she felt numb and didn't know how she got back.

Bai Zhi saw that Lihua's expression was wrong and rubbed her temples, "What's wrong? Why are you so depressed?"

Lihua hesitated, hesitated to speak, and hesitated for a long time before she finally said, "A little boy came from the house... He said he was bought by you..."

Bai Zhi was stunned, "Ah? Where are the people?"

"He was...he was in your room...he suddenly broke in and said he was yours. The people below didn't know what was going on, so they took him to your room..."

Bai Zhi: "..."

Bai Zhi really didn't want to wash up now, so she put on her shirt casually and went to find it angrily.

It doesn't matter if someone comes, it's just Yan Qin who came to tease her. But she doesn't like other men sleeping in her bed. The thought of a man sleeping in her bed makes her a little crazy!

Bai Zhi opened the door with a bang, startling the person on the bed.

Bai Zhi rushed in and was about to yell, when she saw the person on the bed wrapped in gauze, with her chest half exposed, her body looming, and her heroic face with a pitiful expression.

Bai Zhi had to admit that she was a beauty, comparable to some of the top idols in her life.

Bai Zhi was so nearly seduced by beauty that she couldn't even curse.

The other party spoke first, "Does the girl still like the slave family?"

"dislike!"

The other party was startled and frowned slightly, "Girl, you are tough!"

Oops, the voice sounds nice, he must have been selected after thousands of selections.

The other party came well prepared, and Bai Zhi couldn't be disorganized. She walked to the window and opened all the windows and doors.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that the incense in the room was different from the past. It was probably some kind of incense.

After doing this, she looked at the person on the bed with a smile, "Did Yan Qin send you here?"

The man showed a somewhat shy expression, "It was indeed Mr. Yan San who bought the purchase, but I fought for it myself. I have long heard that Miss Bai is kind-hearted, and I have admired her character for a long time. Only then did I say The Third Young Master did some tricks when selecting people."

The words are quite pleasant. No wonder those men like the sweet words of young and beautiful women!