Forgetfulness

It was late at night when he woke up, and he was covered with a quilt.

Xue Yang looked around and found that the empty plates had been refilled with various fruits.

He snorted coldly and said with a sneer, "The Taoist priest is extravagant, he took out all the treasured ones and not cherished ones."

Nowadays, fruit is the patent of famous families. Ordinary people don't eat it, and they have never seen it a few times.

Xue Yang likes sweets, he doesn't like those melons and fruits.

However, if you don't like it, you can't look down on it, but those melons and fruits are really precious.

The fruits and vegetables brought from other countries to the royal family and nobles are naturally fresh, but the fruits and vegetables in this small Taoist temple are as delicious as those fruits and vegetables...

Xue Yang took a small bite and thought it was okay.

Then... Then he ate all the apples on the plate.

The moonlight was thick, but the owner of the room did not come back.

Xue Yang knows that guy well, and knows where he might be hunting at night.

After filling his stomach, Xue Yang fell asleep again.

This time by the bed.

After returning from night hunting, the sky is already a little pale.

Carefully pushing open the door, he saw the sleeping man.

Xiao Xingchen is used to this little mouse sleeping soundly every time he comes back.

Xue Yang's sleep was very shallow, so the Taoist had no choice but to slow down and cover him with a quilt.

The Taoist went out of the house, and the wooden door was slowly closed.

And the person lying beside the bed was holding the candy that the Taoist put beside him and twisting it carefully.

The touch of the candy on the fingertips is sticky, which makes people uncomfortable.But it tastes sweet and soft.

He suddenly remembered Xiao Xingchen's face at that time.

Although his eyes were covered with cloth, he was still full of charm.

Xue Yang regained consciousness and realized what he was thinking.

Fuck his bullshit charm, he's not that old patriarch Wei Yi who sees a dog with a broken sleeve.

Forcibly denying certain things, Xue Yang's heart is still full of thoughts.

He lay on his stomach and turned his head to look out the window.

The sky was already bright, and the white belly of the fish turned into a dazzling orange, as gorgeous as a begonia, slowly rising in the sky.

But to Xue Yang, the sunrise is more like the color of flesh and blood.

Xue Yang stayed in the Taoist's room for a long time. If he didn't leave, he would have his neck wiped with a knife if he was caught by the Taoist.

It's not that they haven't met each other in these years.Every time he hits his face head on, it's always a fight.

The thing about wiping his neck was that Taoist Shuanghua almost took his head a few times before.

Back and forth, Xue Yang also stopped talking and laughing like before.

After tearing off the quilt, he walked to the window and jumped down swiftly with the candy in his mouth.

There is a table by the window.

Xue Yang used the platform to sneak to the bottom, looked into the open window, but saw no one, snorted coldly, and left without looking back.

Not far away, the Taoist watched the person who was carelessly leaving, and tightly held the remaining candy in his hand.

If the sugar is held for a long time, it will melt.

A cool breeze blows gently.

The wind seeps into the leaves little by little, thus blowing them.

Just like the gentle smile of the Taoist, it penetrated into the heart of the stubborn little mouse.

Will Xue Yang be willing?Let's take a guess.

However, this may be a proposition.

Xue Yang was fond of sweets, so he made friends with many vendors on the street, of course, it was only for that sweet tooth.

Vendors usually get up early, and saw the young man walking casually, swinging the sachet in his hand as usual.

Then he greeted, "Yo, Mr. Xue, you came so early."

"I didn't go hunting at night, I slept all night, I ate less yesterday, and I was very hungry."

Xue Yang smiled very happily, "Old rules, everything should be sweet, not salty, otherwise, I'll see if I won't ruin this little stall of yours."

Xue Yang does things to extremes, very few people can tolerate his personality.

Although this person is a hawker, he has never been afraid of him, even if he wants to overthrow his stall, the two of them are always fighting each other, and over time, they can chat for a while.

The peddler laughed at him, "every day he said he was going to tear up my stall, but I didn't see you coming."

Xue Yang spat, "But seeing that your brewed wine balls are sweeter, I really thought I wouldn't dare."

The peddler interacts with these people every day, how can he not see that his mouth is hard and his heart is soft.

Then he said with a smile, "Yes, yes, Mr. Xue, your bowl of rice balls is good."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one knows him now, Xue Yang used his real name outside, regardless of whether enemies would come to him.

He was not very happy to use this pseudonym, in Xue Yang's mind, this name was quite easy to pronounce just now.

Xue Yang intended to have a good taste of the sweets in the bowl, but he was so greedy, but he didn't want to, a woman "accidentally" rubbed against the table with a jar in her arms.

The tabletop shook slightly.

Xue Yang saw the bowl full of sugar water and meatballs on his desk shake and then scrapped.

A bowl of meatballs was sprinkled on the table with sugar water, it was considered inedible.

The peddler frowned, quickly wiped the mess of sugar water, and said, "I'm really sorry, sir, put out the fire, put out the fire."

The peddler knew that this person was moody, and although he liked soft things rather than hard things, it really touched his bottom line.

But it is really deadly.

Look how that girl is so unruly, she didn't even apologize.

The peddler muttered in his heart, but the smiling person put another bowl on his face.

Although the woman saw the mess on the table, she never saw her come over to apologize.

Xue Yang's face had already darkened.

It seemed that the meatballs in that bowl had also lost their flavor, and the yin side said, "Huzi, change the bowl for me, these meatballs are not sweet."

Huzi is the nickname of the hawker.

Huzi groaned secretly in his heart, knowing that he must have murderous intentions, he said, "Immediately, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

Hu Zi is not afraid that he will cause trouble.

I was just afraid that he would sprinkle a handful of poisonous powder on the girl. He had never seen how powerful the poison was. Once the powder was sprinkled, within a few seconds, he would no longer be a human being.

When others slip away, it's me who suffers.

The girl ordered some sugar water, and seeing Xue Yang's complexion was not good, she knew that he was not easy to mess with, so she hurried away with a jar, leaving behind only the strong fragrance of peach blossoms.

"...Who was that girl just now?" Xue Yang felt very awkward when he smelled the peach blossom fragrance.

Hu Zi lowered his voice, and said, "That girl... her name is Zhu'an, she later went to work in the old merchant's house in the town, changed her name to Tang, and called her Qi, but her reputation is not very good."

Xue Yang didn't think he was a gentleman, so he didn't care too much. "Um."

Huzi sighed slightly, knowing that it was a reminder for him to continue talking.

He asked the guy next to him to take over his work, clapped his hands, and sat across from him.

She explained, "This girl has studied for a few days, and she has a high level of self-awareness. She still wants to study when she becomes a maid."

Xue Yang glanced at him, "That's all?"

"Master Xue, take it easy." Hu Zi's voice dropped, "That girl is not easy to mess with."

Xue Yang thought that he was also a villain, and spat, "Master, I'm still afraid that a shrew will fail!"

"What you said is, what you said is that this woman is just a penny thief, why did she get on the stage, so don't mention it again."

Xue Yang: ...

Can you say that again.

Huzi didn't want to say much, so he refilled him with a bowl of sweets and went to greet others.

After Xue Yang finished eating, he threw away the ingots, feeling the smell of peach blossoms on the tip of his nose had dissipated a lot, so he walked slowly towards the house.

Huzi shook his head, weighed the money, and said with a happy face, "This time I can buy some peach blossom wine for that master."

Xue Yang received a secret report and asked him to investigate some matters.

He was already ruthless, and the incumbent knew this, so he exchanged a tour for him to investigate the matter.

Xue Yang is happy, there are fun things to do while traveling, so why not do it.

He has a princely position, although he has not used people for thousands of years, but he is skilled in using people.

He put on airs and asked his subordinates to check on the maid.

But found that this "maid" is unusual.

Zhu'an was originally a maid in the mansion of a man.

Because of his misbehavior, he was kicked out of the mansion by his wife, and the latter was short of people in the mansion of a businessman, so he recruited her.

Intermittently after that, the businessman had a deal with the official, and the middleman was the maid.

Maids are not terrible, what is terrible is that the maid may be transferred between merchants and court officials.

The aides in his mansion may also collude with businessmen to make money from them.

Xue Yang knew he might have picked a hot potato.

There are so many complicated matters in the officialdom, even though he has no intention of doing so, he is a bit cautious and tells them to investigate carefully.

The people around him changed from batch to batch.

It is always prudent to be on the safe side.

Unexpectedly, after checking, there are still people with dirty hands and feet.

Xue Yang is not just a nominal prince.

Within a few days, those who had privately dealt with other staff members were dismissed.

Not only did they beat them thirty times, but they also ransacked their homes and cut off their fingers in accordance with the law.

Four sticks per person, the right to be punished.

That day, Xue Yang's mansion was full of crying and mournful shouts, and many peddlers gathered around his mansion were all frightened to sell things in the next few days, which made Xue Yang, who didn't eat sweets, feel distressed.

Many people also heard the news, thinking about their own fingers and family property, they felt a lot more peaceful for a while.

Xue Yang originally wanted to cut off their tongues and keep them as souvenirs.

After thinking about it, I chopped off their fingers.

At night, the wind is strong, blowing away the petals piled up underground.

The Taoist stood by the window, thinking carefully how long the little mouse hadn't come.

The Taoist was careless, and he didn't notice it in the next few days. He only thought that he was stubborn and playful by nature.

But after more than half a month, Xiao Xingchen finally realized something was wrong.

Although the little mouse didn't come close to him, he was very happy to be around.

But perhaps because he lived too long after returning to the human world, he really missed the time when the three of them traveled together in Yicheng.

It's just that Xue Chengmei is moody, talking nonsense to deceive him...

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were a bit dazed, as if he was full of thoughts, he softly recalled the nickname "A Yang..." that the little mouse hadn't mentioned.

The wind blows up the wooden window, blows away the murmur, and also blows away Xiao Xingchen's chaotic thoughts.

Xue Yang, who was recuperating thousands of miles away, sneezed solidly.

Xue Yang: Who misses me?

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Actually... a bit... Forget it, let’s continue writing, it doesn’t matter if anyone reads it (no, actually it’s a bit uncomfortable, the comments and click-through rate make me feel cold cold),

If I didn't fill in the hole, then you don't need to wait any longer.