There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

But Ye Qinghe felt that there was something wrong with his senses. The cold fingertips were running on his back, but he felt like a spark was lit, and every inch of skin touched by Hanshu began to tingle. It was burning hot, he moved his body, trying to get rid of this strange feeling, but Hanshu behind him suddenly supported his shoulders, and whispered behind him: "Don't move."

He seems to have drawn to a lower place, and the direction of the sound is also very low.

Ye Qinghe's body became even stiffer, and Hanshu's hands kept flashing in front of his eyes, and as Hanshu's fingers went down, the cool and numb feeling spread to his heart, Ye Qinghe suddenly found something in his body This part has a rising trend!

Ye Qinghe grew up so big, his body has never had such a reaction, and he froze in place, bewildered and dull.

But Hanshu was still going on behind him, and he felt his fingers twist and turn towards the front. Ye Qinghe, who was afraid of being found abnormal, coughed violently twice.

Hanshu thought he couldn't bear the aura of the ink, so he hurriedly stopped and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

how do you feel?

Of course it is very bad!

But even though Ye Qinghe's body has never had that kind of reaction, Ye Qinghe also knows that this is not a good phenomenon, at least not to let Hanshu know, he hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, nothing!"

Hanshu said with doubts: "Is it really all right?"

In order to divert Hanshu's attention, Ye Qinghe rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered a topic that was mentioned just now, and hurriedly said: "You said you won't let me call you Xianjun, then what should I call you? Zixi?"

Hearing the last two words, Hanshu was taken aback, and the spell in his hands almost crooked.

Hearing the sudden silence behind him, Ye Qinghe also felt uneasy, blaming him for being too forgetful. He was about to explain, but he heard Hanshu's slightly serious voice from behind him: "Where did you know my name? ?”

The so-called Hanshu Xianjun, the word Hanshu is just Hanshu's dharma name, which can also be said to be a professional title, which was given to him by the Jade Emperor, and his real name is the two words that Ye Qinghe said just now.

Zixi.

But in the heavenly court, they call each other by their names all the year round, and some immortals who ascended from the earth have long forgotten their secular names.

Hanshu's name has never been mentioned to anyone, how did Ye Qinghe know?

Hearing Hanshu's serious tone, Ye Qinghe immediately realized that something was wrong. He was flaunting outside, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Hanshu.

The messy thoughts in his heart were instantly suppressed, and he explained in a low voice: "I saw it on the portrait in your study."

A portrait of the study?

As soon as Hanshu's complexion changed, the aura controlling the spiritual power in the ink was also disturbed for a moment, and the strong spiritual energy hidden in the ink lost control, and rushed straight to Ye Qinghe's dantian from the place where the two touched!

That domineering force irresistibly swept through Ye Qinghe's meridians, Ye Qinghe's face froze, and pain appeared in his eyes.

Only then did Hanshu come back to his senses, he hurriedly controlled the force, and asked worriedly: "I was not careful just now, did you get hurt anywhere?"

Ye Qinghe was secretly shocked. He thought that he had worked hard enough in the past two years, but when he really compared with Hanshu, he realized that he was still far behind. It was as painful as being scorched on the fire. He tried his best to use his aura to restrain him, but it was ineffective, but Function suppressed this restlessness within the time of a sentence.

Sensing the difference between the two, Ye Qinghe couldn't help being a little frustrated, and his voice lowered: "I'm fine."

Hanshu paused for a moment, and also felt that it was not the time to talk about this, so he fell silent.

The atmosphere between the two changed instantly. The specious intimacy just now disappeared, replaced by a faint embarrassment. Ye Qinghe could feel that Han Shu clearly cared about that name, but he didn't ask it out. He couldn't help feeling remorse in his heart, he wouldn't have said it if he knew it earlier, why did he mention this.

But there was a strange feeling in his heart, he knew Hanshu's name, but no one else knew it, but he could call out his name.

Just when Ye Qinghe was thinking wildly, Hanshu stopped, and a voice came from behind Ye Qinghe: "Okay."

"Huh?" This sentence was so good that he was caught off guard, and Ye Qinghe subconsciously turned around to look, but saw an extremely glamorous scene.

In order to draw symbols for Ye Qinghe conveniently, Hanshu’s whole body was soaked in the water. Unlike Ye Qinghe who took off cleanly, Hanshu’s large white robes were all on his body. After entering the water, his robes were soaked in the pool water wet.

Xianjun Hanshu's clothes are naturally made of the best materials, and the fabric with wide sleeves is light and elegant. After entering the water, all the wide sleeves float up and spread out on the water, like a huge blooming flower. Flowers, with long black hair hanging down the water, quietly floating on the white clothes, the extreme black and white form a sharp contrast.

The clothes exposed to the water were also soaked, and they all became translucent and stuck tightly to Hanshu's body. His white skin like jade protruded through the clothes. Hanshu was a male fairy, and his waist was actually bigger than most of the female fairies in the heaven. Even thinner.

Ye Qinghe's eyes fell on the unbearable waist, as if he had been clicked by something, he turned his head quickly.

Hanshu didn't notice it, put the small dish aside, got up and left the water, cast a purification spell on himself, let the clothes dry again, and said: "You need to soak here for a while, I won't accompany you You, after an hour, you can come out by yourself."

Ye Qinghe in the water didn't dare to look back, so he nodded and said, "I see."

Only then did Hanshu leave the room with the small dish in his hand, and before leaving, he helped Ye Qinghe close the door.

After Hanshu left, the room suddenly became quiet. Ye Qinghe leaned against the edge of the pool, staring at the ceiling, but his mind was full of the picture just now, white and black intertwined, extremely enchanting, Han Shu's red lips were very clear, and his lips were full of water, and they opened and closed slightly, as if someone was tasting them.

"No!" Ye Qinghe suddenly sat up straight and slammed the water.

Hanshu is the one who raised him, his father is not better than his father, what is he thinking? !

How could he have such disrespectful thoughts towards his elders!

Leaving the room where Ye Qing and his body were washed and refined, Han Shu returned to the study, opened a hidden compartment on the cabinet with ease, and took out a painting.

In that painting, there is a person in white clothes with wide sleeves, standing facing the wind, with a smile on his handsome and gentle face, upon closer inspection, it is none other than Immortal Hanshu.

And in the lower right corner of this portrait is written a line of small characters: Yuan Qingnian, July [-]th, as a gift to Zixi.