Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

At dawn, the cold wind blew across the street, and Jun Mohan's figure in Tsing Yi turned into a white phantom on the street.

He was very glad that this time that person sent this team of men in black, if the other party hadn't been nagging just now, he would not have waited for Yingniao and the others.

If the other team was decisive, he wouldn't dare to think about it.

Although he could easily wipe out those men in black by himself, he couldn't afford to gamble, he was afraid that Tsing Yi would get hurt or die, if that was the case, he didn't know what he would do.

Returning to the inn with Tsing Yi in his arms, Jun Mohan went upstairs with Tsing Yi in his arms.

He knew that Tsing Yi didn't like going to the branch forum, and he didn't want Tsing Yi to get in touch with those people in the sect too early. After all, there was still Lin Feiyu to solve, and the damned Gu Shaoqing didn't know where he was fooling around!

Kicking open the door of his room, Jun Mohan put the unconscious Tsing Yi on his bed.

The door of Tsing Yi's room had already been kicked away by him last night, so we can only go to his room for the time being, and explain to him after Tsing Yi wakes up!

Thinking that he was either kicking doors or kicking people these days, Jun Mohan smiled helplessly. Knowing him, all his refinement has become a thing of the past, and he can always make him anxious.

With a wry smile, he put the hair on Tsing Yi's cheeks back behind his ears, saying that people who fall for Yang He will be addicted to this Tao, why can't you be more dependent, if you don't have to fight with him to sleep in separate rooms, why not? It will give people a chance to take advantage of it.

Sighing, Jun Mohan kissed Tsing Yi's forehead distressedly, tore off Tsing Yi's blood-stained clothes, and prepared to clean his wound and bandage it to stop the bleeding.

In the howling morning wind, on the roof of the famous song and dance workshop in Zhonghualiu Street, Pingyang County, not far from Changle Town, a man in a black robe holds a wine jar in his hand, looking at the white belly of the sky, lonely.

The tall half bun is pierced by a jade bamboo hairpin, the sword eyebrows and star eyes are full of arrogance and unrestraint, the high nose, the diamond-shaped lips, the wine that slides from the jaw to the Adam's apple, showing the beauty of masculinity .

The man in black raised his hand and poured the wine from the altar into his mouth, looking at the sky with infinite emotion. "Half sober and half drunk, all kinds of loneliness are hard to dissipate. Drinking alcohol can only make you deeply drunk, and you can be sober and empty and drink hatred. Who understands my heart, only a thousand bottles of wine~"

"Gu Shaoqing! You drunk lunatic! You still keep people from sleeping early in the morning! If you don't shut up, my mother will throw a firecracker!"

One of the windows in the song and dance studio near Gu Shaoqing's feet opened suddenly, and a pink embroidered shoe was thrown up with fierce shouts.

Gu Shaoqing easily caught it, and the deep laughter resounded presumptuously again, "In ancient times, a girl threw a cart of fruit to Pan An, and now I have Qionghua shoes as a gift. I, Gu Shaoqing, are really lucky!"

After saying that, Gu Shaoqing poured all the wine in the jar into his mouth, and jumped off the roof with the embroidered shoes in his hand, and turned into the window where the embroidered shoes were thrown out, with the smell of wine all over his body.

"Wine lunatic, are you willing to come down?" Qionghua raised her eyebrows and glanced lightly at Gu Shaoqing, the crimson wide-sleeved skirt on her body bloomed like flowers on the bed.

Gu Shaoqing shook the embroidered shoes in his hand, sat beside Qionghua, and said: "Qionghua invites you, how dare Shaoqing not come!"

"You must be poor! Which of the sisters in the Liuxian Song and Dance Workshop doesn't know that you, Gu Shaoqing, are glib! Hmph~"

Qionghua poked Gu Shaoqing's forehead with a smile, apparently despite what he said, she actually enjoyed Gu Shaoqing's smooth tongue.

Gu Shaoqing smiled without saying a word, blinked at Qionghua, took out Qionghua's shoeless feet from the crimson skirt, and put the shoes on for her.

Qionghua's move was very beneficial, just as she was about to say something, Gu Shaoqing straightened her expression and stood up from her side.

"Qinghua, I'm leaving!"

Qionghua was startled, and then pulled out a stiff smile, "I know, you're going to leave sooner or later, hehe~ It's not the first time, the day after tomorrow is my birthday, you can..."

After a pause, Qionghua got up and walked to the opposite side of Gu Shaoqing, hesitantly said: "Can you accompany me to celebrate my birthday before leaving?"

Gu Shaoqing raised his hand to straighten Qionghua's slipped steps, and nodded.If there is anyone in this world who understands him better than Jiu and Jun Mohan, it's probably Qionghua.

Good wine, a confidante, with a sword to the end of the world, arrogant and unruly, this is Gu Shaoqing, the left protector of Tianyinglou!

"Master, Bai Ling, the altar master of Changle Town, asks to see you!"

In the guest room of the inn, Jun Mohan took the boiled soup and fed it to Tsing Yi's lips bit by bit, but Tsing Yi, who was still unconscious, couldn't drink any of it.

The anxious Jun Mohan was a little irritable at first, when he heard Xiang'er's report, he just looked back at Xiang'er, picked up the handkerchief beside the pillow, and wiped the decoction from Tsing Yi's lips.

"go out!"

With just two words, Xiang'er immediately shrank her neck and backed out, scolding that Bai Ling dozens of times in her heart.

If she hadn't asked herself to report, she wouldn't have recruited the leader!

As soon as Xiang'er walked out with a mournful face, the decoction in the spoon in Jun Mohan's finger flowed out from the corner of Tsing Yi's lips again.

For the first time, Jun Mohan, who had never served anyone before, suppressed the smile on his face, frowned slightly, and looked helplessly at the unconscious Tsing Yi.

Looking at the medicine in the soup bowl in his hand, Jun Mohan felt a little troubled. If he couldn't take this medicine, how could he make Tsing Yi's injury heal as soon as possible!

Taking a deep breath, Jun Mohan patiently poured a small spoonful of soup medicine to Tsing Yi's lips again, but it still flowed out along the lips.

Unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart anymore, Jun Mohan threw the spoon aside, raised his head and took a big sip of the soup in the bowl, the bitter taste filled his mouth, he didn't even frown, and lowered his head to cover Tsing Yi's lips , Use your mouth to cross over bit by bit.

Although some will still flow out, but in the end you can still drink some.

Jun Mohan heaved a sigh of relief in satisfaction, took another mouthful of the decoction and slowly passed over, repeated several times, almost all the decoction in the bowl was fed into Tsing Yi's stomach.

Sucking the rest of the decoction into his mouth, Jun Mohan covered Tsing Yi's lips. This time, he did not raise his head and leave immediately after feeding the medicine, but used the tip of his tongue to trace Tsing Yi's white teeth with some nostalgia.

The same taste of soup and medicine between the lips and teeth of the two people is both bitter and sweet.

Biting Tsing Yi's lips lightly, Jun Mohan wished that Tsing Yi would just wake up like this, even if he was still indifferent to him.

"Master Bailing Altar, you can't go in, you can't go in! The leader ordered not to see anyone!"

"Go away! When is it your turn to reprimand me! I don't believe that Mo Han didn't see me!"

bang~

The door was knocked open, and the first thing Bai Ling saw was Jun Mohan gently kissing the sleeping person on the bed, seeing her barging in, he didn't show any embarrassment.

Seeing that Bai Ling's expression was different, Xiang'er turned around to look, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lowered her head.He didn't stand there in a daze like Bai Ling, watching Jun Mohan kiss Tsing Yi fixedly.

Leaving Tsing Yi's lips calmly, Jun Mohan felt a little nostalgic, and rubbed Tsing Yi's lips with his fingertips, and then tucked Tsing Yi's quilt up before standing up and looking up at the person who came.

"Master, Xiang'er is doing something..."

Before Xiang'er finished speaking, Jun Mohan waved his hand, signaling her to go down first, and walked slowly towards Bai Ling.