The Drunkenness of the White Fox Lying in the Arms of Two Kings

Ling Xuan walked to the side of the stream and saw many small wild flowers beside the rocks in the stream. Ling Xuan used the larger leaves to fill some water back, and then picked a handful of wild flowers.

"Here." Ling Xuan handed the water from the leaves to Yuhu, while he sat beside him, weaving the flowers and plants in his hands.

Yuhu drank a few sips of water, and couldn't help being curious when he saw what Ling Xuan was making up, but he was still angry with Ling Xuan, so he didn't ask him.

After a while, Ling Xuan came over, holding a woven garland in his hand, handed it to Yuhu, and said, "This is for you."

"Give it to me?" Yuhu took the wreath puzzledly, and saw that the wreath was very well woven, not at all like something that a nobleman like Ling Xuan could weave.

"You still make up this?" Yuhu asked with puffed cheeks, quite novel about this gadget.

Ling Xuan didn't answer, but squatted down and said, "Let's go, I'll carry you back."

Yuhu didn't refuse again this time, and lay on Ling Xuan's back with the wreath on his wrist. The mountain road was not easy to walk, and Ling Xuan was a little tired when he climbed two-thirds of the way, but he didn't let it go. The meaning of Yuhu.

"I'd better come down and walk." Yuhu said, climbing such a high mountain by himself would be tiring.

"No need, if you're worried that I'll be tired, just sing me a tune." Ling Xuan lifted Yuhu's body up and said.

"Where can I sing what song?" Yuhu thought for a while and said.

"Then recite a poem." Ling Xuan said casually, it seems that climbing a mountain with a person on his back is quite tiring, and even he is a little out of pocket.

Yuhu thought for a while, since he came to the Taoist temple, he really didn't read any poems, but a poem appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but read: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water. Follow it backwards, the road is long and obstructive, follow it backwards, and you will be in the middle of the water..." Yuhu read this poem slowly, although he swore that he had never read this poem, but his mind was clear. I remember, even the meaning of this sentence is clear, how could this be?

Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard Yuhu's poem, then turned his head and asked, "Who taught you this poem?"

"I don't know, but I just remember, maybe someone taught me before I lost my memory." Yuhu said casually.

"Really..." Ling Xuan frowned, suddenly felt his nose sore, and said, "That's great..."

"What's so good?" Yuhu asked puzzled, this is just an ordinary poem.

Ling Xuan smiled but kept silent, and continued to walk up the mountain with the jade fox on his back. When the sun set, Ling Xuan finally returned to the Taoist temple. Fortunately, the evening bell hadn't hit, otherwise they wouldn't be able to come back.

After returning home, Ling Xuan boiled an egg with the small stove in the house, peeled the skin and wrapped the egg in a cloth bag for Yuhu's face.

"Hiss..." Yuhu blinked, although there was still some pain on his face, but fortunately the swelling had subsided.

"What's wrong with you today, and you still say that you don't have a tail." Yuhu blinked and said: "I think you are talking nonsense, I am a human, how can there be a tail, you think I am a monster."

"I'm sorry, Hui...Hui Xian." Looking at Yuhu's face, Ling Xuan called out this name, which was indeed a little unnatural, but since he promised Yuhu, he had to do it.

Yuhu knew that he didn't want to talk, so he lowered his eyes and said, "If you hit me again in the future, I... I will kick you out!"

"At that time, you can hit me too." Ling Xuan said with a light smile.

"Well... do you have a special hobby... why do you always let me hit you?" Yuhu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Xuan rolled his eyes, changed the subject, and said, "I'll fetch water for you."

Yuhu looked at Ling Xuan's back and felt confused. He knew that the reason why Ling Xuan was kind to him and why he was so abnormal was because he looked like the lady he died. Thinking of this, Yuhu suddenly became jealous of the woman who had already died. dead people.

After Ling Xuan fetched water, Yuhu got acquainted with it briefly. When Ling Xuan came back, he brought two biscuits from nowhere, handed one of them to Yuhu, and said, "Here you are."

"Where did you get the biscuits? It's still hot?" Yuhu asked puzzled, the kitchen must have been turned off by this time.

"I..." Ling Xuan forced a smile on his face, and said, "When I went to the kitchen, I happened to see two Taoist priests making supper, and they gave me two biscuits by the way."

"Oh." Yuhu took a bite of sesame seed cakes, wondering when did Taoist temples have the habit of eating late at night?And isn't the kitchen door locked at night?

After eating the biscuits, the two lay on the bed with their own thoughts. It was still very hot outside today, and Cicada kept yelling.

An hour later, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, it seemed that it was going to rain, and the muffled thunder became louder and louder, Yuhu suddenly woke up from his sleep, and when he saw Ling Xuan next to him, he was really frightened With a jump, the room was very dark at this time, the thunder outside was loud, and a few bolts of lightning shone into the room from time to time, making the dilapidated house even more gloomy.

Yuhu covered the thin quilt up to his neck in fear, huddled his whole body together, and grabbed Ling Xuan's sleeve with one hand, very frightened, he didn't know why?I only know that after waking up, I am very afraid of thunder. Sometimes when dreaming, he will dream that he is kneeling on an empty hall, surrounded by indifferent people, and thunder is not far away. It feels really good horrible.

Yuhu originally wanted to bear it, but after a while, there was a strong wind outside, and the branches outside were blown crookedly, and the light on the window paper was very scary.

"Hmm..." Yuhu bit her lip in fear, and finally pushed Ling Xuan aside in fear.

"What's wrong?" In fact, Ling Xuan woke up just now, half-closed his eyes and wanted to continue to sleep, it was hard for him not to wake up from such a big movement.

"I...I'm afraid..." Yuhu said muffledly as he stuck his head into the quilt.

"Ah?" Ling Xuan didn't expect that this little guy would be afraid of thunder, and his little body shivered a little under the quilt.

"Don't be afraid..." Ling Xuan lay down a little, hugged Yuhu into his arms, and comforted him by stroking Yuhu's back with one hand, and all this gradually had an effect.