When I scumbag the prince

His voice was quite effective, the two of them withdrew their hands in an instant, and Yan Yuan rushed to his side in a stride, and asked, "Why did you come out by yourself?"

He glanced at Shi Chen again: "Fortunately, it's already soaked enough."

He is very caring and considerate among friends, and he doesn't even look at the miserable scene in the small courtyard, as if he wasn't the one who fought with others before, and Qinglong destroyed the courtyard by himself.

However, this pot of Qinglong Zun is bound to be unable to escape, after all, Mo Lan still gave him a small notebook.Mo Lan thanked Yan Yuan: "I fell asleep accidentally, please take care of me."

Turning around, he raised his eyebrows and said to Qinglong: "It's fine for Qinglong Zun to come down here, why bother to ruin this small courtyard."

Yan Yuan also made a move without even mentioning it, and his partiality was obvious enough.

Qinglong still remembered that Mo Lan didn't like him very much, so seeing that Yan Yuan could talk to him so close, and was favored by him, he was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists in his wide sleeves.

But seeing Mo Lan, he was able to restrain himself anyway, and put all the medicinal materials that he never forgot to protect during the fight on the ground, and the snow spirit grass piled up like a hill surprised Mo Lan.

"I'm here to deliver medicine to you. Although it was not intentional to hurt you, it is indeed my fault. I hope you can forgive me."

It was rare for Qinglong to be so submissive, while Yan Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but the alarm bells rang in his heart.

He didn't know Mo Lan's Vermillion Bird identity, and seeing Qinglong's quick change of face, he just felt that this old guy had some tricks.

Just now the arrogant one in front of him seems to have regarded Mo Lan as his property, now he is willing to bow his head cautiously and apologize...

The arrogance and self-restraint of Qinglong Zun that was rumored by the outside world is probably all an illusion, so moody, and his appearance in private, I don't know how many gods he has deceived.

The third prince has read a lot of books, and naturally he has also read a lot of miscellaneous books. He will put himself in the position of Mo Lan's friend, and he only feels that this Qinglong is like the scum in the script - a beast in clothes, extremely shameless.

Unconsciously, there was another emotion that made him feel aggrieved.

On the other side, Mo Lan still remembered the old account in her heart. Although she was a little surprised, she still said calmly: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Qinglong, but I already have the medicine to heal the wound, so I don't need these, my Lord just take it away."

Qinglong didn't expect him to accept it, Mo Lan's indifferent and heartless appearance was closer to the Suzaku in his memory, a trace of obsession flashed in his eyes, and he put away all the medicinal materials in a good manner.

He will calm down now, and he can actually see that there is no ambiguity between the two, and he also knows that it will not be easy to confront Yan Yuan.However, the feeling of jealousy and hatred is still there, and he can only try his best to suppress it.

The future will be long, Qinglong thought for a while, and said to Mo Lan: "Then you can take good care of your wounds. I have raised a pool of red lotus in the palace, and I will bring you some to taste when it bears fruit."

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Lan to refuse, she turned into a blue light and left.

Mo Lan: ...

Xiaoyao Palace said that it came and went, can it have some etiquette of the fairy family, my friend?

However, he also knows that with Qinglong's cultivation base, there are not many restrictions that can stop him, and he is indeed here to apologize, and he will no longer hurt him, and he is an old acquaintance with Master...

Mo Lan had some headaches, and didn't want to see this Azure Dragon Venerable again. She turned her head and saw Yan Yuan who was looking worried, and asked curiously, "Why did you fight with him?"

Yan Yuan, who was thinking about his chances of winning against Qinglong, suddenly became a little nervous when he heard his question.

He looked left and right, and felt that Mo Lan probably didn't know what Qinglong was thinking, so he avoided the seriousness and said lightly: "Didn't you tell me that the injury on your body was caused by him throwing him into the Four Elephant Pool? We started a fight when we didn't talk to him."

Mo Lan was very moved, and asked, "You didn't suffer, did you?"

He himself is a scumbag now, and he has no power to fight back when he meets Qinglong, and he is very aggrieved.Now that the prince heard that he was only two hundred years old, he naturally felt that he might suffer a loss if he fought with Qinglong.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yuan immediately said: "How can I suffer!"

He seemed to feel a little unhappy being questioned by Mo Lan, frowned and said, "On the few fights I had with him just now, I feel that when I fight against him, the outcome should be at least four points..."

In fact, he wanted to say three points. After all, in terms of cultivation base, he was far behind Qinglong. No matter how talented he was, it would take another hundred years or so before he could be tied with him.

However, Qinglong is not here at the moment, so he can naturally increase his odds.

Mo Lan was dumbfounded, how powerful is the blood of the Xian family?The third prince is only two hundred years old, and he already has a four-point chance of winning against the four divine beasts Qinglong. This comparison——

Mo Lan felt that she was even more scum.

Fortunately, he can still comfort himself, the scum is only temporary, it will be fine when he becomes an adult!

After skipping this topic, Mo Lan suddenly realized that the yard was still a mess, and the culprit had already left.

Mo Lan: ...

He began to suspect that the reason why Qinglong ran so fast was simply because he didn't want to bear the loss of his yard.

Yan Yuan also felt a little embarrassed, seeing Mo Lan started to clean up the residue of the stone table on the ground, he hurried forward and said, "I'll help you..."

The two hummed and began to overhaul the courtyard.

On the other side of Xiaoyao Palace, Song Yan, who was squatting on the table in the study and watching Master's paintings, suddenly felt two divine powers fighting, and immediately the hair all over his body exploded.

Bai Ze took advantage of the situation and stretched out his left hand, stroked his smooth and shiny back lightly, and said, "There's no need to panic."

The little squirrel felt weak all over, and lay back comfortably, and asked, "But that's Lao Wu's yard, so nothing will happen?"

Bai Ze looked up, and then turned his gaze back to the paper: "The left and right won't kill your fifth junior brother, and the others don't care about it."

Hearing what his master said, Song Yan naturally understood that his master must have deduced the younger brother's horoscope in advance, so he relaxed and continued to watch Bai Ze draw quietly.

When he was alone with his master, he liked to become the prototype.

The fluffy fur is really well-raised, especially the big fluffy tail, shining brightly against the sunlight coming in through the window.

Bai Ze is currently painting a landscape painting, the color is light and light, and a few strokes outline the world.

Song Yan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly became interested, jumped onto the paper and spread himself out on the blank space, and said, "Master, you can draw on me, right here."

White Pond:……

A plump squirrel suddenly appeared in the landscape painting, no matter how it looked, it was not harmonious, he said lightly: "Don't make trouble."

However, Song Yan knew that he was not angry, and stretched out his small claws to grab the holder of his pen and shook it flatteringly: "Master hasn't painted for me yet."

Song Yan often saw his master painting, and there were many completed paintings in the study, but those paintings were all landscapes, and there were never any human beings or animals.

It seems that in Bai Zezun's eyes, compared with people and things, the spirit of mountains and rivers is more pleasing to him.

Song Yan has long been used to it, but since he left Xiaoyao Palace and went to Kunlun Mountain for half a year, when he came back this time, he became very clingy to his master.

Now seeing Bai Ze holding him by the back of the neck and putting him aside, obviously refusing to draw him, but he suddenly felt jealous, and his courage instantly swelled up.

What's so good about the mountain god and water god? Is it easier to touch than his obedient and cute little squirrel?

Looking at the landscape painting that was about to be completed with malicious intentions, Song Yan secretly poked his paws into the inkstone plate beside him, and after staining it with ink, he straightened up and jumped while Bai Ze was not paying attention——

With a snap, the whole mouse lay down on the rice paper, and its two small black paws continued to press the paw prints persistently.

A good landscape painting was instantly ruined.

White Pond:……

This bear boy.

He picked up Song Yan, who had started to pretend to be dead after the chaos, and said, "You have been in Kunlun Mountain for half a year, why haven't you learned to restrain your stubborn temper?"

Song Yan opened his eyes and said with a playful smile, "I've restrained myself a lot, don't you know that Master won't blame me?"

He hugged Bai Ze's palm and rubbed his little head on it: "Kunlun Mountain is too lonely, I miss Master every day, I really miss Master."

In order to express his longing, he would pick up words and use them indiscriminately.While talking non-stop while taking the opportunity to act like a baby, Bai Ze finally couldn't help reaching out and gently pinching his mouth.

"Change back into a human form and sit down on the soft couch in front of the desk."

"Alas?!"

This is agreeing to draw him!

Song Yan was overjoyed immediately, and immediately jumped down from the desk, wagging his big tail and climbed onto the soft couch. The next second, a young man with an excited face appeared.

He sat on the soft couch and pondered for a while, then asked, "Master, what pose do I need to pose for you to draw better?"

Bai Ze rolled up the paw-printed landscape map and put it away, and said, "It's fine."

Song Yan sat upright and saw that the master had really spread out a new drawing paper for him to draw, and a winter jasmine bloomed in his heart.

However, painting is a time-consuming task. Song Yan could sit upright at first, but after a long time, he couldn't help making small movements.

He propped his chin up from time to time, and after a while he tugged at the hem of his wrinkled clothes in a bored manner.

In addition, although Bai Ze was painting him, he didn't stare at him most of the time. After Song Yan changed several poses, he finally found the most comfortable one and lay down on the soft couch.

Bai Ze raised his eyes to look at him halfway, and found that Song Yan's eyelids were half drooped, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The tenderness of that moment poured over the entire study room, but a certain drowsy squirrel unfortunately missed it.

When Song Yan was about to fall asleep completely, he finally heard his master say: "Okay."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and happily leaned over to the desk, emphasizing: "Master, you must draw me more majestic..."

Then he saw what was on the drawing paper——

A young man with delicate appearance was holding on to the top of the high wall, daring not to move, while a majestic big dog was baring his teeth under the wall.

The picture is extremely vivid.

Song Yan: ...

It seems that it has nothing to do with prestige.

He was a little ashamed and said angrily: "That happened hundreds of years ago! Master, why do you still remember!"

His body is a squirrel, and the winter before he was picked up by Bai Ze to Xiaoyao Palace, the stored food was stolen by the hedgehog next door.

In order not to starve to death, it came out to look for food. It was found by wild dogs in the ice and snow, and it chased it for several miles. It was almost frightened.

Fortunately, Bai Ze found out in time and took him back to the palace in his arms. He also became the youngest disciple in Xiaoyao Palace.

But the shadow of being afraid of dogs has always been lingering in his heart. In the year when he had just cultivated human form, Erlangshen came to Xiaoyao Palace to visit Lord Bai Zezun on business, so he naturally brought his roaring dog with him.

Because the two had something to talk to each other, Xiaotiangou wandered around the palace alone.

As a result, the two of them were only halfway through the conversation, when Bai Ze heard his disciple's cry for help, and hurried out to take a look. Song Yan, who hadn't learned any spells yet, was leaning against the wall, almost crying...

This incident can be regarded as one of Song Yan's black history, he did not expect that he would pester his master to paint for himself, but in the end, a wave of past events would suddenly be triggered, it is really a bit unbearable to look back on.

Aggrieved, he wanted to sue his master, but found that Bai Ze was looking at him with a smile that rarely appeared in his eyes, and even reached out to touch the top of his head.

"Nothing, now there is a teacher protecting you."