There are always people who covet the beauty of God

Lin Jue didn't seem to notice Fu Sui's gloomy face at all. He leaned on the bed and coughed twice.

Although Fu Sui has always hated that Taoist priest for being favored by Linjue, what he cares most about is Linjue's body. Hearing Linjue's cough, the jealousy in his heart immediately dissipated, and he said nervously: "Father, what is there?" unwell?"

Although Lin Jue's wound had healed so long ago that it was impossible to tell that he had been injured before, the sword energy with immortal power pierced into his body after all and clashed with his physique. Although it couldn't really damage his body, this thing It is not very comfortable to stay in the body, and it will take two days of cultivation before it can be completely discharged.He said: "It's okay, it's just a little internal injury, it will be fine after a few days of cultivation."

Hearing the same rhetoric as Guanshi Xu's, Fu Sui felt uneasy.He disapproved and said: "Many martial arts heroes have regressed in cultivation because of improper treatment of internal injuries. This matter must not be ignored." He stood up, "Father, I have sent someone to bring dinner over, you Take a good rest these few days, and don't worry about other things."

After finishing speaking, he got up and covered back the quilt that Lin Jue had lifted, and personally lit incense to soothe the nerves in the house, and wiped the long sword that Lin Jue left on the table when Lin Jue came back, and hung it back on the wall.

During this period, Lin Jue had been sitting on the bed watching, his eyes fell on Fu Sui's handsome and masculine eyebrows, and he could vaguely see the shadow of ten years ago from this young man.

After tidying up the things in Linjue's room, Fu Sui actually took out Linjue's damaged clothes from yesterday, and then picked up an embroidery needle and began to mend it.Although his movements are slow, they can be seen to be very skilled.

Lin Jue saw that he mended a part in a short time, and he couldn't see the traces of mending without looking carefully, so he couldn't help asking: "You know how to mend clothes?"

Fu Sui, who finally got Lin Jue's question, paused, then nodded slightly.

Lin Jue looked at his son sitting beside the bed mending his clothes, at his rough palms covered with calluses due to years of martial arts practice, and at the thin embroidery needles he was holding in his hands, feeling extremely unsuitable.

"If the clothes are broken, throw them away. Why do you need to mend them?" Lin Jue said, "If you really want to mend them, let the maid mend them. Now you are in charge of the affairs of the village, why bother to do such trivial things?"

Fu Sui didn't look up when he heard the words, and sat on the spot and continued to mend the clothes with needles, while mending, he said: "I remember when I was a child, before the Zhujian Villa was established, the clothes on my body were torn, and they were mended by my foster father."

Hearing this, Linjue recalled that 12 years ago, the two of them roamed the rivers and lakes during the day, and randomly found an abandoned house to rest at night. I don't have the money to buy new clothes for my son, and children's clothes deteriorate quickly, so if I don't have money to buy new ones, I can only make up for it.

Thinking of the past that was almost dependent on each other, Lin Jue's eyes softened a little.

It gets dark quickly in autumn, and the outside of the house is completely dark after dinner.Linjue leaned against the bedside, watching Fu Sui mending clothes under the lamp, seeing his lowered eyebrows, calm face, breathing so softly that he could barely hear him, he was meek and conscientious in mending clothes, Linjue almost thought he was a child It's a girl.

"Why not a girl?"

Hearing Lin Jue's voice, Fu Sui looked up in surprise.I only heard Lin Jue continue: "The girl is obedient, soft and beautiful. If only I raised a girl back then."

Fu Sui: ...

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At noon the next day, Guanshi Xu had just finished processing the ledgers brought back by the Shaozhuang owner yesterday, when he saw his son push open the door of Cuixuanju and strode in.Zhujian Villa is huge, and there are countless yards in the villa, large and small. This Cuixuan Residence is the residence of Guanshi Xu and his son.

Seeing his son come back, Manager Xu hurriedly asked, "What did you find?"

Yesterday Xu Liao found several groups of people to investigate, and then went to Jianjianlu to catch up with Boss Song's order. He didn't rest all night.Hearing this, he shook his head and said: "I only know that the owner and a Taoist priest in white stayed in Dinghai for three days, and then they left Dinghai together, so we can't find out anymore."

Manager Xu asked: "I haven't found out who hurt the owner?"

Xu Liao shook his head.

Manager Xu tapped his son's forehead with his fingers, causing Xu Liao to grin his teeth in pain. "Raising you so big is better than raising a pig. You can't find out about such a small matter! If the owner and others fight, what a commotion it will be! You can't find out at all?"

Xu Liao covered his forehead and said aggrievedly: "Father, how can you say that I am not as good as a pig? At least the people I sent out found Lianguang."

Steward Xu slapped him mercilessly again, causing Xu Liao to hiss in pain, "Isn't it your job to find the owner's lost horse?"

Xu Liao looked at him aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to challenge his father's majesty.

Manager Xu taught his son a lesson, and he finally felt better. When he turned his head, he found a small white head poking out from the open door, which was the youngest Zhang Mei in the villa.

Seeing the kid with dimples on his face when he smiled, Guanshi Xu's tone softened, "It's Mei, what's the matter?"

Zhang Mei glanced at Xu Liao who was covering his forehead, afraid that if he said something wrong, he would end up with Xu Liao, he hid outside the door and said, "Uncle Xu, a Taoist priest came outside and said he wanted to see our owner."

Guanshi Xu frowned and asked, "What kind of Taoist priest?"

Mentioning the Taoist priest, Zhang Mei's eyes brightened, "Wearing white clothes, carrying a sword, tall and handsome..." He paused, and continued: "Much handsomer than our young master!"