Kuai Chuan is not a person

Chu Lan studied the ink well, dipped it a little, raised the pen and quickly drew on the white paper, Wen Xi couldn't bear to look at it, and asked the system in confusion: "What color has my hair become?"

system:"……"

He was silent for a while, and said to Wen Xi: "What was he doing just now?"

Wen Xi: "Research ink."

System: "What did he take?"

Wen Xi was taken aback: "Paper and ink... he didn't use paint?"

Only then did he come to his senses, and realized that he was the one who was too guilty and panicked just now. This time, at most, it was Chu Lan who dyed his hair black instead of colorful.

Having escaped, Wen Xi heaved a sigh of relief and looked around. There was a fiery red maple leaf. If he really wanted to draw it carefully, he might have to go out with his red hair...

Chu Lan looked at him while drawing: "Today is too hasty, next time I will draw a more detailed one for you."

Wen Xi: No, no, please stop drawing.

Chu Lan finished the painting without waiting for a stick of incense. Wen Xi took the painting and unfolded it to see that the person in the painting was smiling like a spring willow. Chu Lan's painting skills... are really good.

Chu Lan was still a little regretful: "I didn't paint it, it's not as good after all."

Wen Xi quickly put away the painting carefully, said goodbye to him and hurried to Yunzheng Palace.

Chu Lan watched his back go away, until he disappeared, the little hedgehog next to him asked aloud: "Didn't Xianjun dislike Yunzheng Xianjun in the past?"

Chu Lan glanced at him: "Who said that?"

The little hedgehog was speechless for a while, and whispered: "You just said it on the way to the banquet a few days ago."

The little hedgehog raised his fingers and counted one by one: "Xianjun, you call him an old man, and say that you get annoyed when you see him, and make fun of him for falling on the ground..."

The writing brush hanging on the stone table silently listened to the piles, and the emerald green color gradually darkened.

Chu Lan's face became a little embarrassed, and she coughed twice: "I suddenly found out that he is quite interesting."

He reached out and stirred the small brush into the clear water to wash off the ink on it, and warned him: "You are not worthy of Yun Zheng, don't wishful thinking, don't do unnecessary things."

Little brush: "..."

Little Hedgehog: "You are like the wicked mother-in-law in a soap opera who blackmailed the heroine into giving him 500 million yuan to make her leave her son."

The little hedgehog is still an underage demon, with a round face full of childishness and a soft voice, but the words he speaks are as sharp and sharp as the thorns on his body.

"You like Yunzheng Xianjun."

Chu Lan blurted out with a cold face: "How is that possible."

Little Hedgehog: "If you don't like it, you should say 'no' and 'no' instead of such ambiguous remarks."

Chu Lan froze for a moment, hesitated, but never refuted.

The little hedgehog glanced at Chu Lan secretly, fearing that he would beat him up violently, and rolled on the ground to become a fat little hedgehog. He rolled over to reveal his belly, scratched it, and recalled rather complacently: "Before I also hate Fat Rabbit, I have to fight with him every day, and then one day I saw him burying his head in the grass and eating grass, the white hairs on his face turned green, and I suddenly thought he was cute as hell."

His tone was very dreamy: "Then I fell in love with him."

Little Hedgehog: "Love comes too fast like a tornado."

Chu Lan interrupted coolly: "When will you let him break off the relationship with you?"

The little hedgehog had tears in his eyes: "It wasn't the last time you let me step on him to pose, and he ignored me after that!"

The lonely fairy and the hedgehog snorted coldly at each other, Chu Lan looked down at the wine glass that Wen Xi had just used, and turned around a few times in her heart, roughly getting the count.

The little hedgehog rolled out in a ball, and after rolling out the door, a hedgehog head poked out from the door frame: "So do you really like him?"

Chu Lan glanced at him, picked up the brush and walked away: "I don't like it."

The little hedgehog sighed. He learned such a shocking secret, but he had to hold back and couldn't tell it. It was really uncomfortable.

Wen Xi hurried back to Yunzheng Palace, saw that Yiqing was still in the palace and hadn't gone out, a big stone fell in his heart, and immediately ordered him not to go out for the time being, Yiqing's personality was introverted, and he liked to stay in his own small world and talk to flowers and plants. Although he was a little curious, he obediently agreed.

Wen Xi patted the good apprentice's head, and was about to teach him well, when the little boy guarding outside the cave came in to report: "Dragon King Zhao Xian came to visit and said he wanted to meet your new apprentice."

Yiqing's eyes widened slightly, he pointed to himself, see him?

Wen Xi narrowed his eyes and frowned, Zhao Xian had contact with Yi Qing seven years in advance, and now he directly said that he wanted to meet Yi Qing, what went wrong.

Wen Xi turned his head and warned Yi Qing solemnly: "Zhao Xian is a romantic and lustful man. You should not have any contact with him. If he comes to pester you, just avoid him."

Yiqing froze for a moment, nodded, and looked at his master's face carefully again.

Greedy and lustful, shouldn't he beg to see his master?

The Dragon King was probably blind, so Yiqing silently made a conclusion in his heart.

Wen Xi went out to meet Zhao Xian with a cold face, observed his expression secretly, saw him waiting in the hall, his face full of anticipation and guilt in his eyes, a timid expression close to home, his eyes lit up when he heard someone coming, and saw It was Wen Xi alone, and his disappointment could overflow to fill the entire Yunzheng Palace.

He said cheekily: "I heard that Yunzheng Xianjun recently accepted an apprentice named Yiqing."

Wen Xi beckoned him to sit down, and nodded in response.

The anticipation in his eyes reappeared: "Xiaoxian wants to see him, I wonder if Xianjun will agree?"

Wen Xi took a sip of tea: "I'm practicing in seclusion, so I can't come out for the time being."

Zhao Xian slumped down, like a cat with withered hair that had left home, couldn't even straighten his back, and left Yunzheng Palace like a stooped old man.

After he left, Wen Xi thought for a moment, and immediately ordered people to step up the guards of Yunzheng Palace, so as not to let outsiders get in.

Zhao Xian's tricks of picking people up one after another, if he sneaks into Yunzheng Palace to get close to Yiqing, it will be over. The innocent young man is most likely to be tricked by this kind of old man who likes to tease people.

He himself also stayed in Yunzheng Palace to teach the little apprentice carefully, and to do the task conscientiously.

therefore……

On the first day, Xianjun Hengyuan sent a post to invite him to have a drink together, but was rejected.

Xianjun Hengyuan sent a post the next day inviting him to enjoy the flowers, but was rejected.

On the third day, Xianjun Hengyuan sent a post to invite a discussion, but was rejected.

Chu Lan, who planted Hengyuan Palace with the green calyx plums that Wenxi likes, silently watched the fragrant plum blossoms all over the yard, gritted his teeth and silently broke off a plum branch.

The little hedgehog swallowed, watching the ground shatter into plum branches as soon as the wind blew, the hedgehog shivered in fright.

He was afraid that Chu Lan would get angry again, and would pick him up and pull out his thorns one by one to vent his anger.

Chu Lan said in a deep voice, "I have already invited him to discuss the Tao, but he still hasn't come."

He knocked on the table and said word by word: "The last time I talked about Taoism was thousands of years ago!"

The little hedgehog shrank to the side: "Since you like Xianjun Yunzheng, you might as well give him some things as you like, so that he will be happy, and I'm embarrassed not to come to see you?"

Chu Lan retorted seriously: "Who said I like him?"

He repeated: "I don't like him."

However, he stopped knocking on the table, thoughtfully, and asked after a while: "What do you think he likes? What should I give you?"

Little hedgehog: "..."

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