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"What are you doing here?"

Bian Zizheng's voice suddenly came from behind.Qing Huan quickly wiped the corners of her eyes secretly, and said with a smile: "I didn't do anything."

Bian Zi walked around to Qing Huan, saw the candied haws she was holding in her hand, and smiled lightly: "It turns out that the cat is stealing it here. This is specially brought by your senior sister Yuntang for you, and there is a big bag over there." Candy and candied fruit, I told you to share it with Shu Yu."

"Well, thank you, senior sister, for me." Qing Huan put the candied haws back on the paper tape, his eyes were unclear.

"She's right in front of you, do you still need me to speak?" Bian Zi folded his arms across his chest and paused, "...Qing Huan, it's just the two of us now, let me ask you a few questions, don't be shy Ah, tell the truth to senior brother."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "What's the problem? Why am I still shy?"

Bian Zi took advantage of the giggles and said a little awkwardly: "Do you... have someone you like?... That is, your sweetheart?"

Qinghuan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and after a long time, the smile gradually disappeared.She lowered her head, fiddled with the firecrackers beside her, and said in a calm voice, "Why do you ask that?"

"You also know Uncle Yuxiu's eldest disciple, Jinghu. He is two years younger than me. He is 23 this year, and he is half the same as us. I used to practice with him often, and I performed missions with him in the early years. , he is also very reliable in doing things, he is an absolute talent..."

"I know all this, anyway, I also know him, so what?" Qing Huan interrupted.

"So? So...he is five years older than you, isn't he a good general? He is just able to take care of you and pamper you, and he is also the chief disciple of the sect. His future is limitless...he told me that he treats you ..."

Although Beifei practiced Taoism, most of them were lay disciples, and only a few of them really did not intend to marry, just like the three honored masters or relying on their sons.Ordinary disciples, after all, most of them come from extraordinary backgrounds, and it is impossible for their families to be extinct, so they are all allowed to become Taoist couples or directly marry with the person they like, that's why many male disciples in Hongfei Pavilion are generous. Pursue dredging rain everywhere.

Obviously, Bianzi took advantage of this to make connections for Jinghu.

"It has nothing to do with me." Qing Huan's voice turned cold immediately, interrupted again, and got up to leave.

While watching Qing Huan leave, Bian Zi didn't stop him, he just said again: "Qing Huan... Don't be angry, you should think about it carefully."

Qing Huan suddenly turned back, Bianzi thought she had changed her mind, smiled on her face, and was about to speak, but saw Qing Huan took the bag of candied fruit and candied haws and turned away neatly, leaving a sentence:

"There are no doors."

Bianzi took advantage of a wry smile and rubbed his head.

When it was time for dinner, Nan Yang, Bian Zicheng, Yun Tang, Qing Huan, and Shu Yu were all eating at the long table in the main hall. Rongku Pavilion, which was normally deserted, suddenly became crowded and lively.

Shu Yu didn't come to sit next to Yun Tang, but came to sit next to Qing Huan.Those eyes narrowed dangerously, apparently to settle accounts.

"Qing Huan, do I have grudges against you or do I have grudges against you? I treat you well, right?" Shu Yu smiled innocently, and put vegetables in Qing Huan's bowl.It looks like a very intimate gesture, but when you look closely, you find that all the chicken butts are caught.

"It's not thin." Qing Huan smiled slightly, letting Shu Yu put some weird things in her bowl.

"Sister Yuntang blames me for hooking up people everywhere, but there are others gossiping for her? Did you give her a small report about me and Senior Brother Jinghu before my face?"

"Have I ever done such a thing?" Qing Huan raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Shu Yu, you remember wrongly, we have shared the same bed for so many years..."

Seeing Yun Tang's eyes cast over, Shu Yu hurriedly stopped her: "Who is sharing the bed with you!" With a light smile, Shu Yu lowered his voice and said:

"Are you really ignorant of the situation or are you just pretending not to know? Senior Brother Jinghu likes you! He dragged me to ask you about trivial things today, it's not because I'm tired of him."

Qing Huan suppressed her smile, and said after a long while: "...In that case, it's over if you explain it to Senior Sister, why are you still bothering me?"

"I don't want to tell her, just to make her jealous. I like to see her caring about me for others." Shu Yu smiled wickedly.

"It's like death." Qing Huan sneered, looked at Bian Zicheng who was chatting happily with Yuntang next to him, smiled wickedly, and secretly exchanged his bowl full of chicken butts to him.

Shu Yu gave her a well-done look.

Nan Yang, who had been eating quietly all this time, suddenly said, "Qing Huan."

Qing Huan hurriedly put away that playful expression, and looked at Nan Yang seriously: "Yes, Master."

"My bedroom after dinner."

A smile filled Qing Huan's eyes: "Yes, Master."

After the meal, Qing Huan followed Nan Yang to her bedroom.

As Qing Huan walked, she silently watched Nan Yang who was walking in front of her.Such a slender waist, such long black hair like silk, and the long sleeves fluttering slowly with the movement, like the newly fallen snowflakes in early winter, gently stirred her heart.Occasionally, Nanyang's unique cool plum fragrance could be heard from the tip of her nose, which made Qing Huan feel that if she just walks like this, this road will never end, and she is willing to walk like this for a lifetime.

But it is always impossible to come true, time will not be frozen by someone's obsession, nor will it be turned back by someone's regret.

After entering Nan Yang's bedroom, Nan Yang looked around, waved away all the maids, and sat on a chair beside him.

Qing Huan sat down beside Nan Yang and asked, "Master, what did you ask me to do?"

Nan Yang picked up the teacup and took a sip, looked up at Qing Huan, and murmured, "You...didn't you say you'd make lanterns with me after making the dumplings?"

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it for a while, it seemed that this happened earlier.

Nan Yang pointed to the opposite table: "I asked someone to bring over the bamboo and red cloth, you can do it now."

"Okay, but master also wants to come and do it together." Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang, and felt that the master at this time was extremely cute, a little awkward, and the pinnae of the ears began to turn slightly red, which was really cute.

"Of course I... naturally have to do it too." Nan Yang coughed twice, walked to the table where a dozen sundries were piled up, picked up two bamboo slices, and looked at Qing Huan.

Qing Huan also came over and sat down. She asked Senior Sister Yun Tang to teach her earlier, so although the technique of nesting bamboo slices is not mellow, it has a good appearance.Nan Yang leaned over slightly, watching the movements in Qing Huan's hands intently, and doing the same with his own hands a little clumsily.

The wide cuffs with white crane embossing slid down Nan Yang's wrist, revealing the dark red lotus-like scar on her left wrist. Qing Huan's eyes stayed on it from time to time, looking at the good opportunity repeatedly.

"Master, you have never said that the scar on your wrist... I remember that your wrist was injured when you were a child, but I never heard you tell me how it hurt." Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang's soft and beautiful side face , said gently.

"It has nothing to do with you." Nan Yang replied indifferently.

Qing Huan was slightly startled, then smiled wryly, yes, many things about Master have nothing to do with her.

Snapped.

Nan Yang looked at the bamboo piece that was accidentally nested in his hand, and his ears tended to turn red again.

Qing Huan got up and walked to Nan Yang, picked up another piece of bamboo and put it in Nan Yang's hand, covering the back of Nan Yang's hand: "Master, your strength is too strong, you can bend like this..."

Nan Yang woke up like a dream, the warm temperature on the back of her hand made her extremely uncomfortable, she withdrew her hand reflexively: "Don't touch me."

Qing Huan's hand hangs there in embarrassment, the gloom in her eyes almost overflows.After a long time, she took it back and sat back in her seat.

After a while, Qing Huan said leisurely: "Master, why are you getting more and more distant from me while I'm getting bigger and bigger?"

"You should keep your distance when you are older." Nan Yang replied solemnly.

Qinghuan and wry smile.She is not as good as that little kid who didn't know anything back then.She worked so hard and forgot to sleep and eat. In order to fulfill the original promise to protect the master these years, she dared not rest or play. She painted pictures until her right hand was almost disabled, and she practiced sword until her palms were covered with calluses.She was afraid that she was immature, and that her temperament would be annoying, so she would smash her teeth and swallow any grievances she suffered, and she didn't even dare to cry.

Every night Shu Yu saw her go out to practice sword every night, and she didn't get enough sleep, so she couldn't stand it anymore and persuaded her to stop her.But as long as she thought of the powerlessness that Master was so tired that he vomited blood, she couldn't do anything.As long as she hasn't vomited blood, she doesn't have the right to stop.

No one knows how many times she has put in more hardships than others in Hongfei Pavilion these years, only she herself knows how much sweat and blood she has shed.

She did all this for Master.

But the growth obtained through such hardships has brought back the growing estrangement of the master.Is she really not as good as that child seven years ago?

Seeing that Qing Huan was unusually silent, Nan Yang quietly got up and left.

After a while, Nan Yang came back with a piece of white paper about three palms long, and something was written on the paper.Nan Yang handed the handwriting to Qing Huan: "You said earlier that you liked my handwriting, and that handwriting has already been pasted on the door lintel. I just wrote another handwriting when I came back, so take it if you want."

In Qing Huan's eyes, it seemed like an extinguished candle was lit up again, with little jumping light, she took it carefully, the paper was very thin, and on it were written four large characters in fine Hui ink - "One Life Qing Huan".It is almost the same font as the previous horizontal couplet, but it has been shrunk a circle.

"Thank you, Master." Qing Huan said softly.

"Take it as an advance New Year's gift. There is an even better gift, which will take a while to give you."

"I like everything Master gave me."

Nan Yang glanced at the somewhat messy desktop and said, "Go back, I will do the rest myself."

"Yes, Master."

Holding the piece of paper in her hands, Qing Huan slowly walked out of Nan Yang's bedroom.She squeezed the paper and looked back at the closed door for a long time.

It was only when it was snowing in the sky that Qing Huan came back to his senses, carefully folded the paper neatly along the corners, folded the thin paper into a small square, and put it in the kit bag that he carried close to him , carefully tidy it up in the placket.

It's almost New Year's Eve, and the weather is really cold.

Qing Huan pulled out the piece of flowing jade that never left her body from her neck, and held it in her palm, as if she wanted to get a little warmth from it.