The leader is merciful, spare the life of the pavilion master

Although he took the antidote, he still felt unwell for a while, so Yi Jing, with a smile on his face, asked Xue and Song to stay, and was supported by his servants to rest.

"How could there be such a stupid person?" Song Junchen never thought that a person would really risk his life for another person's trust.

Xue Ce didn't say a word. Ever since he heard a hall master's wishful confession to Song Junchen, he wasn't in a good mood.

"Isn't Yi Jing just acting for us?"

"I don't know." Xue Ce said coldly.

"Anyway, I don't look like it. Master Nan should be a good person."

"Pavilion Master Song didn't say that in the morning."

"...Then I take back what I said in the morning."

The next day, as soon as Yi Jing woke up, she rushed to find Song Junchen.

"Pavilion Master, are you still used to living here?"

"is acceptable."

"There will be opera singers at the entrance of West Market in a while, do you want to see the Pavilion Master?"

"No, no, no, no appreciation."

"Then go to my backyard for a stroll, besides orchids, I have also planted a lot of strange things."

"..."

Xue Ce half-lyed on the roof, seeing the two talking and laughing in the garden, his face suddenly stretched three points.

During lunch, Yi Jing kept adding food to Song Junchen.

"Pavilion master try this, local specialties, I specially asked someone to do it."

"It's too polite, I'll do it myself."

"And this one, fried first, then stewed and topped with a secret sauce, it's delicious."

"Enough is enough, too much to eat."

"Then have some soup, this dragon and phoenix soup is delicious, try it, try it."

"..."

Seeing Yi Jing and Song Junchen being so close, Xue Ce lost his appetite.

After the lunch break, Song Junchen was enthusiastically dragged by Yi Jing to enjoy the root carvings.

Yi Jing is good at making incense, and most of the spices are extracted from plants. As long as it is related to plants, he has always loved to study, so

In addition to exotic flowers and plants, root carving has naturally become his favorite.He specially reserved a room where root carvings from famous masters from all over the world were placed. They were all peculiar in shape, delicate in depiction, lifelike, and faintly exuded the special fragrance of various kinds of wood.

The big ones are as tall as a person, and the small ones are only the size of a fist. Some are carved with Guanyin and Arhats, and some are carved with flowers and plants. Song Junchen was dazzled and full of praise.

Yi Jing, who was on the side, introduced the background and meaning of each work to Song Junchen, with a proud face.

Xue Ce, who was standing on the roof, looked as black as coal when he heard the two people getting along so harmoniously.

Naturally, dinner was also spent while Yi Jing continued to pick up vegetables and serve soup for Song Junchen. He originally wanted to take Song Junchen to the backyard to enjoy the moon and stars, but the weather was not good, and it rained heavily in the blink of an eye.

"In this case, the pavilion master should rest early, and I will take the pavilion master to play in the local area tomorrow." Yi Jing reluctantly held an umbrella and sent Song Junchen back to the room in person. Before leaving, he still did not forget to turn around and say, " Call me if you need anything!"

"..."

Song Junchen secretly slandered that this should be the most enthusiastic person he has ever met.

Excessive enthusiasm, very uncomfortable.

After returning to the room and just sitting down, there was a flash of white light outside the window, and then a deafening thunder sounded, which shocked Song Junchen into shock.Hearing the sound of rain outside the window, Song Junchen stretched out his right hand and touched the earthworm-like scar on his wrist, thinking that he might be too painful to sleep tonight.

I don't know what Xue Ce is doing now, he should be feeding the snake.

He didn't seem to talk to himself all day today, but he wasn't used to it.

After thinking for a while, Song Junchen stood up, pushed open the door and walked along the corridor to the door of another room. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and knocked.

"Who?" Xue Ce's voice sounded in the room.

"Me." Song Junchen replied.

Soon the door was opened, and Song Junchen tightened his thin clothes and walked in.

"What's the matter with Pavilion Master Song?" The disguise technique on Xue Ce's face has been removed, revealing his original youthful face, but at this time his face is not very good-looking.

"I..." Song Junchen didn't know why he came here, maybe he just wanted to see the person in front of him, "I'm afraid of thunder."

Song Junchen found a lame excuse.

"You can go to the South hall master's room." Xue Ce said coldly.

"You're near here." Song Junchen blurted out.

Xue Ce didn't speak, and sat back on the bedside to wipe his sword.

Song Junchen didn't say anything for a while, in order to cover up his embarrassment, he wanted to reach out and pour himself a cup of tea.

He habitually stretched out his right hand, but he forgot about the problem with his wrist on rainy days. He had just lifted the teapot, which was half full, to less than a finger's height, when he suddenly lost his strength, so that the teapot fell on the table with a groan. With a dull sound, the lid of the pot also fell off, so he hurriedly stretched out his left hand to press the lid of the pot on the table to prevent it from rolling.

Song Junchen secretly took a deep breath, hid his right hand under his body, put the tea lid back on the teapot with his left hand, blushed, feeling a little ashamed.

Xue Ce paused for wiping his sword, raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's an old problem." Song Junchen grinned and poured tea for himself with his left hand.

Xue Ce frowned, he could probably guess how much.

He put away his sword, came to Song Junchen, found a stool and sat down.

"Give me your hand."

"Ah?" Song Junchen smiled brilliantly, "No need."

"Give it to me." Xue Ce always ordered.

Song Junchen obediently stretched out his right hand clenched into a fist.

Xue Ce gently pulled it over, turned over and looked at the scar on the opponent's wrist, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

How could I be so ruthless back then that I cut off his tendons?

Secretly lucky, one hand covered the opponent's wrist, using internal force to warm up the blood stasis.

Song Junchen only felt that his hand was hot. After the other party withdrew his hand, he turned his wrist, and it was indeed much better. He said happily, "I didn't expect you to have this hand."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier." Xue Ce looked at him and said with complicated eyes.

"tell you what?"

"A matter of hands."

"Hey, it's not a big deal." Song Junchen smiled.

"You are afraid that I will feel guilty."

Song Junchen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, it's okay, just treat it as my apology."

Compared with the blood of more than 100 members of the Yuanlong Sect, this small problem is really nothing.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Xue Ce got up to open it. It turned out that a servant brought in hot water for bathing.

"If you want to take a bath, I won't bother you." Song Junchen felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was really impolite to go to someone else's room to lie around at night for no reason.

"Wait," Xue Ce walked behind the screen, put the clothes he had taken off on the screen, and said in a moderate voice, "Wait until the thunder stops."

It turned out that he really thought he was afraid of thunder.

Song Junchen felt even more embarrassed when he thought that he had lied to him.Hearing the sound of water coming from behind the screen, he suddenly wanted to go around and take a peek behind the screen.

People who practice martial arts should be in good shape.

But just think about it.

He lay on the table, feeling drowsy, and felt his eyelids getting heavier, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Xue Ce dried his body and put on clean clothes. When he came out again, he saw Song Junchen who had slept soundly on his arm, purring slightly.

Seeing the other party's sleeping state, Xue Ce raised his mouth slightly, picked him up by the waist, walked slowly to the bedside and put him down gently.

Bending down to lay the person down, Xue Ce's face was very close to Song Junchen's, and he could clearly hear the other party's murmurs in his sleep.

"Xue Ce..."

He actually called his name.

Xue Ce looked at Song Junchen's sleeping face in astonishment, a face that could make women jealous, and a strange feeling floated in his heart.

Song Junchen has always only called himself Jiaozhu Xue, and he has always called him Pavilion Master Song. It sounds like a respectful title, but there is always a sense of alienation.It was the first time I heard the other party yelling my name. Although it was just a dream, it made Xue Ce inexplicably... very happy.

But why did he call himself by his name while sleeping?

What did he dream about himself?

Xue Ce felt that it was necessary to ask carefully the next day.

Just before dawn, Yi Jing was wearing her favorite clothes, excitedly ran to the door of Song Junchen's room, knocked on the door and shouted: "Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, are you going to swim in the lake today?"

However, there was no movement inside, but another door opened a few meters away. Song Junchen poked his head out of it, still wearing pajamas, looked at Yi Jing sleepily and said, "Are you looking for me?"

"You, why are you in someone else's room?" Yi Jing looked surprised. He remembered that the room was lived by the friend next to the pavilion owner. Could it be the two of them...

No, it must not be like this, the pavilion master has long said that he is not broken sleeves, the two of them may have just exchanged rooms... Yi Jing comforted herself.

Immediately, Xue Ce also leaned half of his body out of it, and gave Yi Jing a heavy blow all at once.

"You, you actually..." Yi Jing pointed to the two people who were sticking together at the door of the room, and jumped up angrily.

"What's wrong with us?" Song Junchen looked at Yi Jing, then at Xue Ce, with a dazed expression on his face.

Seeing Yi Jing flicking his sleeves angrily and turning away, Song Junchen felt puzzled, yawned, and went back to his room to change and wash.

The corners of Xue Ce's lips turned upward, and he also returned to the room, sitting on the stool and quietly watching Song Junchen change his clothes and wash his hands.

He sat on this stool all night last night.

At the dinner table, Yi Jing kept her expression on and didn't move her chopsticks at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Junchen asked him.Since the morning, the South hall master has changed from July to February, from hot to cold, there must be something wrong.After all, eating and living with other people, Song Junchen kindly cared about him.

It doesn't matter if you ask this question, the other party immediately opened his mouth and started talking.

"It's just that the pavilion master doesn't like Yi Jing. He said so, why would he lie to him?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Yi Jing bit her lip, looked back and forth between Xue Ce and Song Junchen for several times, and finally raised her hand to point at Xue Ce, looked at Song Junchen and asked angrily: "You lied to me that I like women, what about you?" What's going on with him!"

Song Junchen was taken aback for a moment, but his first reaction was not to refute the first half of the sentence, but to focus on the second half of the sentence "you and him".He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Xue Ce, and found that the other party was also looking at him.

"Tell me, what's the matter between you and him, if the Pavilion Master doesn't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I...I won't be the Nan Pavilion Master anymore!"

Yi Jing was so angry that she was about to cry.

Threatened by someone to resign, Song Junchen had no choice but to patiently explain: "I have nothing with him."

"I don't believe it! You both slept together!"

Song Junchen's face flushed, and he quickly glanced at Xue Ce, and found that the other party didn't have an expression of blaming him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't care, you are not allowed to be with this person, or..." Yi Jing bit her sleeve, as if she had made a very important decision, "Otherwise, I can be a kid!"

Xue Ce's eyes immediately shot towards Yi Jing like sharp arrows.

Song Junchen hugged his head, showing pain on his face.

In the past, if there was a woman who pursued him like Yi Jing now, Song Junchen could only wish for it.

But now, he only feels that his head is big, not only because of his gender, but also because of his energy.

The traitor issue has not yet been resolved, Uncle Quan and others are not around, and the three sects secretly created Xiao Lingmen to suppress the Golden Sparrow Pavilion everywhere. As the head of a pavilion, how can I have extra energy to think about the love of these children?

What's more, this is love for children.

"Don't mess around. He and I are not what you think, let alone talking big and small. Hall Master Nan is the head of the hall, but he doesn't think about the business and the business. He has neglected his duties for a year and pushed the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. Others, it doesn’t make much difference whether you sit in the hall master’s seat or not.” Song Junchen took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Yi Jing in front of the dinner table seriously, and after a long series of words, his tone was calm but revealing With a cold expression, he stood up after finishing speaking, and turned to leave regardless of the table full of food that had not yet touched his chopsticks.

Even a fool could tell that Song Junchen was really angry.