What did I do before I lost my memory?

"It's okay, it's okay." Chang Mingzi smiled and asked the maid to pour wine for him, but his hands were shaking because he was so drunk that he couldn't hold the glass steadily, and there was a drunk in Yao Niang's arms, so he didn't have time to concentrate on taking care of Chang Mingzi who was sitting in the seat.

"Zhujian, I'm leaving."

"Let's go?" Zhu Jian hiccupped drunkenly, "Where are you going? I'm not going anywhere!!" He wobbled and went to reach for the wine pot on the table, while the silver fox on the side quickly flew away. Put it on the table and take it away.

On the tip of the moon, let alone going to the inn, Zhujian was so drunk that he had to drag him for half a step. After the same drink, Chang Mingzi was tricked by the beautiful maids' lord and lord again and again. Drunken for a while, but was soon obediently persuaded to go back to the house to wash and rest, but when it came to the bamboo stream, it was dozens of times more troublesome. Who, even the fox is no exception.

Surrounded by a kind of maid, Yao Yao could only carry the bamboo stream on one shoulder and send him to the room that Chang Mingzi had prepared for them in advance, because it was thought that Yao Yao was named Zhu Jian, a temporary residence It also falls specifically in a verdant bamboo forest.

"...Give it to the young master again!" Zhujian blushed, closed his eyes triumphantly and commanded Yaoni to add more wine to the air, the fox turned back and gave Yaoni a pitiful look, turned and went out into the darkness.

"As a sword spirit, how did you get so drunk?" Yao Yao shook his head helplessly, took off his outer robe, and Chang Naruko put a constant temperature charm on the room, making it as warm as spring.

Yao Lian just drank three glasses of wine with Changming Zi Yanyan at the top of the banquet, turned his head and saw Zhujian pouring wine for himself like drinking boiled water, the more he poured, the more vigorous he was, and he gave Changming loudly when he was drunk The son persuaded him to drink.

The key is that Taoist Chang Mingzi didn't know which tendon was wrong, Zhu Jian casually persuaded him, and his blood surged, it was clear that the two of them couldn't hold alcohol well, and both of them fell drunk after a drink.

"Yao neem..."

"Yao Niang!"

"Yao · neem!!"

"What's the matter?" Yao Lian was really helpless, he turned around, and a figure threw himself into his arms crookedly, and Zhu Jian let out a strong smell of alcohol as he spoke, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Where did I ignore you?" Yao Yao hugged him back, "Go and drink the hangover tea on the table, and take a bath when you wake up."

"..." Zhu Jian buried his face in Yao Yao's shoulder without listening, and swayed frantically, "Why are you ignoring me, why are you ignoring me!"

Yao Niang: "..."

Yao Yao silently dragged Zhu Jian to the edge of the low table and sat down, then pinched Zhu Jian's cheeks with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth, raised the teacup with the other hand, pointed the spout at Zhu Jian's mouth, and slowly tilted it.

As soon as he poured into the bamboo stream, he was choked by the cold water and coughed. Yao Yao hastily put down the teapot, patted his back to smooth his breath, and coaxed him, "Drink it yourself?"

"..." Zhu Jian shook his head. After a while, he raised his head, with blue tea still remaining in the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were flushed. He pulled his collarbone and chest with both hands impatiently, "It's so hot." ..."

Why is it hot again?Yao Lian helped him take off his outer robe, and said softly, "Just go take a bath."

"It's really hot." Zhu Jian tried his best to shake his head, blinking his sweat-drenched eyes vigorously, Shu Er passed his hands through Yao Niang's waist sideways, and hugged his back, "It's so hot."

Yao Lian's chest felt imprinted by a piece of hot iron, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to push it, but the drunkard Zhu Jian was so powerful that he didn't move at all.Yao Lian raised his head and took a deep breath, he quickly realized what was going on, bit his lower lip, Yao Lian stretched out his right hand and jumped up Zhu Jian's chin.

"...I want to kiss you." He pressed his lips to Zhujian's ear, and whispered what he was going to do next, "If you don't want to...you can say it now..."

Knowing that Zhu Jian is insane now, Yao Lian still maliciously said something that you disagree with and you can bring it up, since you don't mention it, then you agree.

Zhu Jian's eyes turned dull and slowly for half a circle, and slowly fell on Yao Li's light-colored lips. He stretched his face forward, not knowing what he wanted to do, but instinctively approached Yao Li, and then touched After touching his skin which was much colder than his own, he rubbed it subconsciously... and rubbed it more...

"...It seems that you are very happy." Yao Yao said and lowered his head, and put a kiss on Zhu Jian's hot lips. After touching them gently for a while, Zhu Jian's wet tongue suddenly appeared between his lips. , playfully licking at the place where they were close together, Yao Yao took a sip of his lips and tongue viciously, and then pressed it with his own tongue, concentrating on sucking the spiritual power in Zhujian's mouth.

"Hmm..." Zhu Jian clasped his hands even tighter, and a low tone that seemed comfortable and unbearable came out of his throat. Between his lips and teeth, the clear and shallow sound of water echoed in the quiet room. Zhu Jian gradually softened his body, and it was rare to be obedient Nestling in Yao Niang's arms smoothly.

The maid who was on duty outside the door had prepared warm water to wipe the two adults' bodies, but at this moment, she did not dare to breathe. Not only did she extinguish most of the candles, but she also held her breath and tried to minimize her sense of existence. The youngest maid secretly looked at each other, blushing.

——I didn't expect the relationship between the two adults to be like this.One gestured with his eyes.

——Shame to death.The other covered his face with his sleeve.

The next day.

Zhu Jian jumped up from the bed with a clean body, he looked around vigilantly, and found that he was in a room he didn't know at all, and the bedding around him was very gorgeous, it didn't look like an inn or an ordinary house.

Although the room is filled with the smell of Yao Lian, but he is sure that Yao Lian was not in the room an hour ago.

"Yao Lian!!" He shouted Yao Lian's name loudly, and lifted the quilt, only to find that the shoes had been stuffed into nowhere, Zhu Jian didn't care, and walked to the door with bare feet on the ground.

The maid who had been waiting outside the bedroom for a long time heard the voice, and more than a dozen people dragged towels, basins and other washing utensils to file in, and respectfully shouted: "Master Zhujian is well."

"Go away." Zhujian avoided them without a good temper. The maid got the master's order to serve Master Zhujian to wash, and they quickly surrounded him, "My lord, let this servant wash and change your clothes."

Zhujian wasn't so mad that he would chop anyone he saw, he just kept a bad face and said in a cold voice: "No! Where's Yaoyao?"

The leading maid whispered softly: "Master Yaoniang is practicing sword in the backyard, he said that if you wake up, go first..."

Before the words were finished, the person in front of him rushed to the door, crossed the threshold, and ran barefoot to the backyard. The rude action startled everyone, and the maids were afraid that the master would blame them, so they hurriedly followed behind the bamboo with basins, bowls and clothes. Jian shouted from behind: "Master Zhujian put on this robe, it's cold outside!" "Master, put on your shoes before you go..."

As soon as the sky was dawn, Yao Lian, who was refreshed and full of spiritual power, had already chosen an open space in the bamboo forest to practice his sword. He hadn't touched a sword for only half a month, and it felt like half a year had passed. Feel a little rusty.

The dark green bamboo leaves rustled under the sword energy. Once Yao Lian used the sword, he would not know the passage of time. When he heard a good compliment, the warm sun was already in mid-air, and he was facing his head with a hangover early in the morning. Chang Mingzi has also returned home, and has changed into a smart outfit. He is holding a long sword, his eyes are bright and eager to try.

Yao Lian was still waiting for the right opening, and asked Chang Mingzi for the Immortal Artifact Record, seeing that he had the intention of making gestures, he simply put away his sword moves, and gently hooked his left index finger inward, intending to teach him two moves.

As expected, Chang Mingzi took off his thick cloak excitedly, and stabbed towards him with a sword.

Not far away, the silver fox nimbly jumped onto the refreshment table prepared by the maids for the two adults, sniffed left and right, raised its blue eyes and swayed its tail at the serving maids.

The maid is in the National Teacher's Mansion. Although she rarely sees demons and ghosts, she has never heard of any weird stories. When she saw the silver fox acting cute to her, she was only surprised for a moment and quickly reacted. She immediately moved a cushion for the silver fox alone, and put some dried meat and water on the table beside it.

The silver fox wagged its tail again, lowered its head and began to eat breakfast in small bites.

After about ten strokes, Yao Lian avoided Chang Mingzi's stab, and the scabbard hit him on the back of his hand, side of his waist and back. Smile.

Chang Mingzi was a little depressed, maybe because he felt that he had lost his image after being drunk last night, or maybe he had naturally returned to the basics in front of swordsmanship - he always had a richer and more agile expression when facing Yao Lian.

"If it was an actual battle just now, I'm afraid I would have died more than [-] times..."

A few servants were standing by to help Chang Mingzi wipe his sweat and lift his clothes. Hearing his master say such words, they couldn't help but look at the fairy who could beat the majestic master so miserably.

"Changmingzi Daoist, don't need to be depressed, it is rare for you to have such sword skills at your age."

"...No, it's not enough." Changmingzi shook his head vigorously, he knew he couldn't feel frustrated because of this, "Thank you Immortal Lord Yaoyao for your enlightenment."

Yao Lian smiled slightly, "Again? This time I will be slower..."

"Yao Lian!!!" Accompanied by a roar and countless "Master..." "Sir, slow down." "My lord, be careful." Yao Lian's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he was very headache He made a pause gesture with Chang Naruko, walked to the side of Yinhu, picked up the tea bowl on the table and took a sip of warm tea to quench the heat.

"Yao Lian!" Zhujian rushed to Yao Lian's side in an instant, "What did you promise me yesterday? You won't live in a Taoist house!"

Yao Lian picked up his robe from the stool, and covered it over the body of Zhu Jian, who only wore single clothes in the cold winter months, "I wanted to leave yesterday, but you stopped me."

"Nonsense!" Zhu Jian pulled off his outer robe, "I'm not cold for what you do, why are you wearing so little!" After the robe in the hands of the maid who followed him all the way, he put another layer on Yao Niang firmly, "By the way, have you had breakfast? If you haven't eaten, what kind of swords are you practicing here!"

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Face: There is a kind of coldness, called Jianjian thinks you are cold