After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

Relying on Ji Xingmian's defenselessness against him, Feng Wuzhou easily merged his consciousness into the other's dream.Perhaps it was because he had just met Qin Li during the day, so his presence was not lost in this dream.

After realizing this, Feng Wuzhou let out a very uncomfortable "Tsk", he controlled his consciousness to search in Ji Xingmian's dream, and the transformation landed beside him.

The dream was formed by the master's consciousness. In this dream, Ji Xingmian did not become a master of the state and was taken to Feixue Peak, but stayed in the imperial city.Carefree, the most annoying problems in daily life are just the homework assigned by the Taifu in the school.

Looking at the little boy in the window, kneeling down in front of the low table and meditating.Feng Wuzhou suddenly felt that this dream was not so difficult to accept.

At least it's pretty cute to see my brother from childhood.

Feng Wuzhou looked at it with great interest for a while, lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, and slowly merged his consciousness with the dream.

Today Ji Xingmian got up late for no reason, and when he arrived at the school, there was already a boy sitting inside.The other party turned his head when he heard the movement, his beautiful eyes flickered, and he smiled at him with his eyebrows bent, "Your Highness."

Ji Xingmian stopped suddenly, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

"I am your Highness's companion." The boy blinked and pulled him to sit down naturally, with his small body next to him, "My name is Wu Zhou."

"...Wu Zhou." Ji Xingmian read along, vaguely remembering that Brother Huang had indeed mentioned to find him a reading companion the day before yesterday, but he remembered that he refused at that time.

Before he had time to think about it, the Master had already walked in, and Ji Xingmian quickly returned his attention.

Ji Xingmian's study efficiency is extremely poor today.

One was that the young man next to him was too close to him. It was summer, and the young man's warm body temperature penetrated through the thin fabric, making him dizzy.

The second is that every time he looks over inadvertently, he will meet the young man's eyes, the beautiful obsidian eyes flickering, as if he is contained in his whole body.It would be considered accidental if it was only once or twice, but it would be wrong to bump into him every time. It was obvious that the boy next to him had been looking at him all the time.

Except for him, no one thought there was a problem with this. The master above seemed to be unable to see the boy's behavior, and talked about his own things incessantly.Ji Xingmian below was fidgeting, clenched the pen in his hand, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "Don't look at me anymore."

"Oh..." The young man's face was innocent, and his tone was a little unconsciously wronged, "But brother, I can't understand what he said, so I can only watch you."

Ji Xingmian was almost bewitched by the sound of his brother, and only half of his reason was left to hold on to his last breath, "Then don't keep looking at me, if you don't understand, just... take your notes first, and I'll explain it to you after school is over." That's it."

"Oh, that's fine." The boy obediently responded, and finally looked away, spread out the paper and took a pen to write on it.

Without that substantive gaze, Ji Xingmian was finally able to concentrate in the second half of class, and would occasionally sneak a sneak peek at the boy next to him.However, the young man has been scribbling on the rice paper since he said that sentence, but it doesn't look like he is writing, but more like drawing something.

After school, the master finished his homework and left on time, and the boy next to him finally raised his head from the rice paper, held the paper and spread it in front of Ji Xingmian, "Brother, how do you think my painting is doing?"

Ji Xingmian's curiosity had been aroused long ago, and when he looked down, the painting turned out to be of himself. Looking at his clothes and accessories, they were painted exactly as he looks today.

But looking at the face of the person in the painting, it is several years older than his current age.

Ji Xingmian squeezed the rice paper unconsciously, "What are you drawing me for?"

The boy asked without answering, "Does it look good?"

Ji Xingmian: "...It looks good."

Even though there is only one color of black, the boy still completely depicts his appearance with his superb painting skills in shades of shades. Although the person in the painting only has a side face, his brows and eyes are calm and his face is soft. painting.

"As long as it looks good." The young man took the painting back, "When I go back, I will frame it and hang it on my bedside, so I can read it every day and every night..."

what is this operation...

Ji Xingmian: "...What are you doing hanging my paintings?"

"You look good." The young man answered as it should, and leaned over with blinking eyes, "Brother, I like you."

The distance between them was infinitely narrowed, and the breathing was so close that one could hear it. The young man's thick black eyelashes fluttered like golden butterflies fluttering in the sun, and fine powder fell.

Ji Xingmian seemed to be bewitched, and even forgot to dodge for a while, "But you are a boy."

No matter how beautiful the young man is, and at an age where he can't tell the difference between male and female, Ji Xingmian will never admit that the young man is indeed a boy just like him.What's more, girls will not be arranged to read with him.

Boy: "What's wrong with the boy?"

Ji Xingmian gripped the edge of the table, "Boys can't like boys."

The boy continued to ask persistently, "Why not?"

"...There's no reason, it's just not allowed." Ji Xingmian couldn't stay any longer, pushed people away and fled.However, the next day, he saw the other party at the same position in the school...

Feng Wuzhou also seemed to have forgotten that the reason he fell into the dream in the first place was to "teach" his senior brother, and he was determined to reverse the other party's wrong thoughts.

He changed his style of being too impatient at the beginning, subtly and quietly softened Ji Xingmian's defense.Ji Xingmian finally relaxed from his initial vigilance.

The time in the dream was fast and slow under the control of Feng Wuzhou's consciousness. When they grew up to the age of almost adulthood, the state between them was already very close.

Because in the dream, no one suggested that there was anything wrong with their behavior, Ji Xingmian also gradually changed his mind subtly, thinking that there was nothing wrong with their behavior.

Feng Wuzhou calculated that the time was almost up, so he thought about making another big news.

After Autumn Hunting, Feng Wuzhou shined as far ahead of the second place. Ji Xingmian was not counted because of his royal status, but he was also happy for him and made an appointment to celebrate.

On that day, the young man was late, and it took half an hour to arrive late.When Ji Xingmian asked, he said, "Mother saw that I had stuffed a portrait for me before I went out, and asked me to choose one among them."

Ji Xingmian paused while pouring the wine, and unconsciously lowered his voice, "Then did you choose?"

"No." The boy smiled and picked up the cup and punished himself with three cups, "They are not good-looking enough."

For no reason, Ji Xingmian recalled the scene when the boy said he was good-looking when they first met, and blurted out, "What kind of person do you think is good-looking?"

"Brother is like this." The young man turned his head to look over, his slightly curved peach blossom eyes were focused and charming, "It's considered pretty."

Ji Xingmian's throat tightened. He instinctively felt that he should stop, but his body couldn't control his body and continued to ask, with a soft voice, "As long as it looks good?"

"Of course not." The boy leaned close to him, and his warm breath smelt of alcohol brushed against his face, "Only brother can do that."

I can't tell when it was, but when Ji Xingmian came back to his senses, he and the boy were already hugging and kissing each other.The mellow fragrance left in the boy's mouth made him dizzy, and the tingling numbness of his lips and tongue made his soul tremble.

The surrounding scene seems to have changed, and it seems that it should have been like this. The firelight dances on the top of the dragon and phoenix candle, and the red silk weaves the whole world.

The young man was dressed in a wedding dress, propped his body up slightly and leaned on him, raised his hand to dismantle his hair crown, "Brother."

Ji Xingmian was dazzled by the big red, and his thinking also became slow, "Huh?"

"Do you like me?" The boy asked close to him.

"...Like it?" Ji Xingmian repeated subconsciously, his voice was very soft, and even the question was more like affirmation.

"Do you like it?" Feng Wuzhou couldn't control it, and asked again close to him.

Peach blossom eyes are also called lover's eyes. When not smiling, there is a three-point affection. When staring at people intently, it can make people feel that they are cherished by him, not to mention that he already has affection for Ji Xingmian. It is to make people willingly drown in his eyes.

Ji Xingmian was completely drunk, staring blankly into his eyes, speechless.Feng Wuzhou was so tickled by his appearance, he couldn't hold it back, and lowered his head to kiss deeply.

The warm light is harmonious, and the mood is confused.Feng Wuzhou looked at the blank expression below him, who was obedient enough to be manipulated by him, unconsciously his heart was hot, and he couldn't help but buried himself in his hair and called: "Senior brother."

The dream came to an abrupt end, and the vast darkness swallowed everything.Feng Wuzhou was stunned for a long while, and belatedly realized that Ji Xingmian had woken up?Just because he called senior brother?

Feng Wuzhou sighed in his heart, controlled his consciousness to withdraw from the dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Xingmian's back in disheveled clothes and leaving in a panic.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Feng Wuzhou couldn't help but be thankful that he took back the phantom body outside in order to save consumption before falling asleep, otherwise if Ji Xingmian woke up from the dream and saw his transformation form, he might be scared again.

Feng Wuzhou wagged his tail, hesitated for a moment, flew towards the direction Ji Xingmian was leaving, carefully pasted it behind the door frame, stuck his head out to look outside, and did not let the other party notice.

It was just dawn, and most people were still in their dreams and did not wake up.Ji Xingmian stood alone in the courtyard, his figure looked a little thin against the backdrop of the night.There was a basin of water in front of him, looking at it from Feng Wuzhou's angle, he could vaguely see a little reflection on the water surface.

His face was pale with an abnormal blush, his eyelashes were wet with a little water, and his temple hair was tightly attached to his forehead, and some water dripped down his chin into his neck, soaking his plain white underwear.

Ji Xingmian just stared at the reflection in the water silently, lowered his head suddenly, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it hard on his face.The water seemed to have just come out of a well. His fingers were red, but he repeated it over and over again as if he didn't feel any pain.

A tinge of regret arose in Feng Wuzhou's heart, he didn't want to see him continue, he wagged his tail, and made some movement in the room under control.

After doing this, it flew back quickly, and almost the next moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"No day." Ji Xingmian entered the room, and the first thing he saw were the spirit fruits scattered by the table and the little black dragon half-body planted in the bowl.He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to hold it out, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

The body of the little black dragon touched by it trembled, and suddenly curled itself up into a ball.

"I'm sorry." Ji Xingmian quickly let go of his hands, rubbed his fingers together to warm him up, and then hugged it cautiously, "Is it okay now?"

Seeing that the little black dragon no longer resisted, he wrapped his fingers obediently.Only then did Ji Xingmian heave a sigh of relief, he got up and changed his clothes, and took it to eat.

As soon as one person and one dragon were packed, Qin Li just happened to come over, "Ah Lian."

"Hey, when did you raise a spiritual pet?" Qin Li asked curiously when he saw the little black dragon beside him.

"It's not a spiritual pet." Ji Xingmian paused for a moment, and explained the origin of the little black dragon to Qin Li, but concealed part of it, only telling him that he picked it up in the underground palace, as if it had some relationship with the national teacher.

According to Feng Tu, Wen Qiong can be regarded as Wu Zhou's godmother, and by extension, the national teacher can also be regarded as his uncle.Thinking about the reason why Wu Zhou was accepted as a disciple in the early days of the previous national teacher, there should be a reason for this.

It's a pity that later...

"Is that so..."

Qin Li's voice brought back Ji Xingmian, who was deep in thought, "I have a few Transformation Pills for the monster race over there, do you want to send one to you?"