bodhisattva is busy

There is a fairy tree outside the hall of the Lingxiao Palace. Everyone who passes by here can't help but stop and take a second look, just because this tree is too beautiful.

From a distance, it looks like a sculpture of white jade, exquisite and clear, but when you get closer, you find that it is a real tree. The fairy wind blows, the shadow of the tree is swaying, and the leaves that are as crystal as jade are rolling or unfolding accordingly. With the bright sunlight in the sky and the rainbow-like brilliance, it is really too beautiful.

Luo Fan was standing under this tree at the moment. He seemed to be admiring the beautiful scenery boredly, but in fact he was watching the entrance of the hall not far away with his peripheral vision, his expression was distorted, and he was gnashing his teeth in various ways.

He was waiting under the tree for Yang Jian to come out and return the house sweetly together, but the world is always not satisfactory. Seeing that Yang Jian had already walked to the door, he suddenly leaned down and a beautiful woman with white gauze fluttering, He called out "Yang Jian", and in an instant, he was so excited about the reunion after a long absence, and within a dozen steps they could approach an affectionately hugging two people, their eyes twitched.

The woman was unfamiliar with both of them, not only was she beautiful, but she also had a rare and inviolable noble temperament, which could be called glamorous, and she was holding a rabbit in her arms, so her identity was ready to be revealed - Fairy Chang'e.

Watching her approaching, Yang Jian thought that Chang'e seemed to have a good relationship with his third sister Yang Chan, so he stopped and looked at her with dignity.

Luo Fan turned around and concentrated on counting the leaves on the tree, but with his ears pricked up, he listened carefully to the movement behind him, trying not to miss a single word.

"It's probably a good thing for you to be the god of justice." Chang'e first said politely, expressing her congratulations and approval.

Yang Jian glanced at Luo Fan's nervous appearance, and said solemnly: "I usually don't cheat for personal gain."

Listening to Yang Jian's answer, Luo Fan raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

Seeing this, Yang Jian remained calm, but his eyes were full of unconcealable smiles.

Chang'e was choked up, speechless, and said in her heart: I didn't even hint that you should let me go.

She continued to speak, no longer polite, and went straight to the point: "Do you really think your mother is wrong?"

Yang Jian looked at her with a half-smile, and asked, "What does the fairy think?"

"What I think is not important, what is important is you." At the end, she looked at Yang Jian and said solemnly: "Don't let your third sister feel cold."

Chang'e's voice has a kind of softness that is very different from her appearance, and the speed of her speech is gentle. People will never forget that it is a woman who is speaking, a delicate beauty, and people can't interrupt her subconsciously. , had to listen, had to agree.

A woman's whole body is covered with weapons, and the weaker and more beautiful a woman looks, the sharper she is.

This was said by Luo Fan. At that time, they went to the top of the mountain outside Chaoge to look at the stars. By chance, they met Daji who was passing by on the mountain. They had a disagreement and started fighting. Afterwards, Luo Fan said this sentence as a joke. .

At that time, the relationship between him and Luo Fan was still in an ambiguous stage, but now it suddenly occurred to him that it might not have been a warning to him to stay away from creatures like women.

Yang Jian discovered very early on that most of his little uncle's words contained profound meanings, some of which he could hear right away, while others didn't come to him until a long time later.

At this time, Luo Fan was the same. After hearing Chang'e's questioning, he suddenly turned around and said a very inexplicable sentence: "It is not necessarily Yang Jian who makes people feel chilling. He will put the thousands of years of brother-sister relationship on the balance to do it well." It is even more impossible for Yang Jian to be the bargaining chip!"

"Little uncle?" Yang Jian walked over, patted Luo Fan's back and smoothed his hair skillfully, "Of course I won't do that." As he spoke, he casually lowered his head to Luo Fan's ear He added with a light smile: "Master, you really understand me."

Yang Jian was very close, and when he spoke, his warm lips were almost attached to the edge of his ear, whispering in a low voice, vaguely ambiguous, making the only observer blush.

Luo Fan couldn't help thinking of Yang Jian's lips. The overly beautiful lip shape was soft and cool when he bit it, just like its owner, no matter whether it was serious and tight, or occasionally raised the corners of the lips to hook There was a slight arc, which was a familiar look, so familiar that even with his eyes closed, he could accurately outline the shape of that lip in his mind, recalling the cool temperature that made his heart palpitate.

Thinking of this, Luo Fan's earlobe turned red, but he didn't intend to avoid it deliberately. He touched the tip of his nose, and replied cheekily and unceremoniously: "That is."

The tone of voice was actually quite smug, faintly revealing a sense of taking it for granted.

Who else in this world can devote all his eyes and mind to Yang Jian like him?That being the case, who else can understand Yang Jian better than him?What he said was straightforward.

Chang'e stood not far away and watched. There was obviously no behavior beyond the norm between the two, but it still made her feel a little awkward for no reason. She opened her mouth, but suddenly couldn't make a sound. It seemed that even the auras around them matched each other, and there was no room for her to intervene.

The gentle breeze caressed the jade leaves all over the tree and swayed. It also raised the black hair of the two people, overlapping and intertwining in the wind, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

Yang Jian raised his hand to stroke back the messy hair that fell to Luo Fan's forehead, his movements were graceful and natural, "Uncle Shi just meant the third sister?"

"I didn't refer to anyone." Luo Fan shook his head, he grabbed Yang Jian's hand brushing against his ear, and said with a smile, "I will scold you because they don't understand you, and they don't understand Princess Yaoji either."

"No matter what happened back then was right or wrong, no matter what others said or thought of it, as long as Princess Yao Ji thought it was worth it, what other people said had nothing to do with her? She was so arrogant that she didn't bother to explain and begged for cheap. In this regard, she is most like you."

Luo Fan held Yang Jian's hand tightly, his fingertips were slightly staggered, and his fingers were tightly clasped. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength, so tight that only five slender fingers strangled the back of Yang Jian's hand so painfully.

He didn't blink, and Yang Jian's handsome face was accurately printed in his black and white eyes, and he said every word: "You should know, I understand you."

Yang Jian looked at him quietly, watching the opening and closing of the red lips in front of him that he had kissed thousands of times, slowly and earnestly uttering the sweetest words of love in the world.

Luo Fan seldom speaks sweet words. He always feels that it is too nasty for a big man to talk about love and love all day long. The softest place in my heart is touching.

Let me ask, is there anything in this world that can move Yang Jian's heart more than a sentence of "I understand you"?

No more, nothing more.

Yang Jian suddenly lowered his head, embraced Luo Fan's waist from behind, and buried his head in his neck.

Luo Fan lowered his eyes, only to see Yang Jian's black hair dangling in the wind, sticking to his cheeks and neck, itching, but reluctant to brush it away.

"Little uncle."

"Ok?"

"You made a mistake. That's my mother. I should be like her, not her."

Yang Jian trembled his shoulders slightly, and there was a dull but brisk laughter overflowing. Luo Fan was speechless, but he was also relieved that Yang Jian's mood had obviously improved. He breathed a sigh of relief, silently rolled his big eyes, and sighed: Can't we not spoil the atmosphere?"

"Well, my fault, I apologize." Yang Jian said without sincerity, he raised his head, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, the expression on his face was as gentle as he always was, without any abnormal gaffe.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Luo Fan with interest: "How does Uncle Master know that I look like Mother? You don't know her."

Luo Fan shrugged, "Actually, I have seen Princess Yaoji before."

Yang Jian said it casually, but now he was really surprised, "When?"

"Hmm..." Luo Fan looked up at the sky, his eyes wandered, and finally he grinned at Yang Jian, blinked, and smirked: "I forgot." The tone was innocent.

Lying is a skill, and Luo Fan obviously hasn't mastered this difficult skill... At least when facing Yang Jian, his expression is obviously not good enough.

Yang Jian turned his head and took a deep look at him, which made Luo Fan's heart tremble, and he almost couldn't hold back the whole move. Fortunately, Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions.

It's not a big secret, but the only time he saw Yao Ji was in Taoshan, just before she died, and it was a coincidence or a coincidence that he saw Yang Jian's expression at that time. Wouldn't it be picking up people's scars by bringing up old things again?How could he be willing!

It was at that time that he discovered that Yang Jian had such a fragile side, and it was also at that time that he silently decided that he must cherish Yang Jian in the future, so that he would never have the opportunity to show that painful and helpless look.

So far, the goal has been accomplished very smoothly, so that he was a little too relieved, but Chang'e's sudden arrival reminded him, but he had to be on guard against the San Shengmu, thinking of the future that the family would make the second brother look like that. Feeling so bitter, Luo Fan felt distressed, and frowned with sourness in his heart as if he had just eaten a large bag of underripe green plums.

"Nephew, let me tell you something."

Yang Jian didn't understand why Luo Fan's expression suddenly became weird, and said cautiously, "Say it."

Luo Fan raised his eyes to look at him, "You should take care of your sister, don't be abducted by some romantic scholar."

Be optimistic about the Three Holy Mothers, prevent Chen Xiang from being born, and directly strangle the plot of the Lotus Lantern in the cradle, once and for all.

Luo Fan secretly gave himself a thumbs up in admiration: This method is absolutely perfect!

Yang Jian glanced at him inexplicably, the corners of his eyes twitching, "Master, you think too much."

Luo Fan curled his lips: I didn't think too much about it, but labor and management are wholeheartedly for you, you little white-eyed wolf!

Of course, the reason cannot be put on the surface, except for him, no one knows what will happen to Sanshengmu in the future, so Luo Fan decisively changed the subject, "Where is Chang'e?"

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, Chang'e had left at some point, and there was no one in front of the hall.

"Probably left."

"Great." Luo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves also relaxed.

Seeing his relieved look, Yang Jian was curious, "Uncle Master doesn't like Chang'e? It was the same in the past, when Chang'e was mentioned, you changed the topic."

"No." Luo Fan waved his hand boldly, "What am I going to do with her? At best, I just hate her white gauze dress."

Yang Jian 囧囧 has a god, because he actually felt very convulsed that Luo Fan's reason seemed to be made up.