There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

"Hanshu..." Ye Qinghe in the dream didn't seem to be quite sober. Originally bright and slightly squinted, with blurred light, he stretched out his hand to touch Hanshu's cheek, and suddenly laughed foolishly, and said in a low voice: " Hanshu, I like you so much..."

The low-pitched murmur was like thunder, and Han Shu froze.

Ye Qinghe's movements in the dream did not stop, his fingertips poked in from his snow-white neckline, his fingers deftly opened the placket, and stretched in casually.

Hanshu felt that he looked like something called a bamboo shoot in the world, and he accidentally exposed his tender core in front of others.

Ye Qinghe leaned down, put his lips on Hanshu's lips, and gently sucked the kiss, causing a pool of waves.

This night is still very long.

……

The next morning, Ye Qinghe was woken up by himself.

He suddenly realized that he had a very wild dream last night. After sitting up, his body covered under the quilt trembled slightly, and he felt a kind of shy stickiness that only boys have.

The picture in his memory was so clear, the person he was thinking of was lying under him with confidence, his cherry-colored lips parted slightly, and he let out a seductive voice.

"Ahhh!!" Ye Qinghe grabbed his hair in annoyance, wishing he could bump himself to death!

what's the situation!

Hanshu is the one who raised him!It's his elder!

How could he have such a dream.

Thinking that those things in the dream might happen to Hanshu, Ye Qinghe felt as if he had polluted Hanshu.

He didn't dare to think about it, so he got up and changed his clothes, and ran to wash by the pool in the backyard of the fairy palace with the soiled sheets in his arms.

Coincidentally, Ye Qing and the sheets had just been washed halfway, when he saw a familiar voice slowly approaching from not far away, he was startled, threw the sheets into the sink in a hurry, stood up, and pretended to I am looking at the scenery.

Hanshu woke up early in the morning, and only after getting up from the bed did he realize that he had dreamed last night.

He was born as a fairy, and he has never had a dream, and he doesn't know where this dream came from. It is pitiful for him to have such an exaggerated and frightening scene for the first time. He almost thought that this dream was a demon entering his body.

Hearing that those mortals in the mortal world would dream every day, Hanshu couldn't help but feel sympathetic, he was so distressed after having a dream once, mortals can dream every day, no wonder their lifespan is so short.

Immortal Hanshu has never been to the mortal world, and he doesn't know what kind of cognitive error he has made about the mortal world. He just got up in such a distraught manner. He wanted to relax in the backyard. By the pool, I saw Ye Qinghe who was stunned.

That silly boy didn't know what he was thinking, and when he saw him walk in from the door, he just stared at him in a daze.

Hanshu suddenly remembered what happened in the dream last night, and suddenly his whole body felt bad, and he froze in place, not knowing what to say.

The two people just looked at each other, the atmosphere became more and more rigid, and finally Ye Qinghe couldn't stand anymore, and asked, "Hanshu, why are you here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Hanshu thought of Ye Qinghe's low voice in his dream last night, and became even more uncomfortable, so he lowered his head and coughed lightly, and replied in a low voice, "Come and walk."

Ye Qinghe's face turned red instantly.

The atmosphere became more and more embarrassing, in order to prevent himself from thinking wildly, Hanshu coughed lightly, and said: "The Jade Emperor asked you to go to the training class today, come with me."

Ye Qinghe stood by the pool, glanced at the sin sheet still soaked in the water, was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Only then did Hanshu turn his head, halfway there, he looked back at Ye Qinghe and said, "I'll be waiting for you at the gate of the Immortal Palace."

Ye Qinghe was looking into the pool when Hanshu turned his head, but he didn't expect Hanshu to turn his head back, so he quickly stood up straight and looked at Hanshu nervously.

Fortunately, Hanshu just looked back, turned around and left without saying anything.

Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, quickly bent over and made a decision, moved the sheet in the pool to a hidden place in the room, then stood up straight, pretending to follow as if nothing had happened.

After going back and changing clothes, destroying the bedsheets, Ye Qinghe walked towards the entrance of the Immortal Palace.

When they arrived at the door, they found that Hanshu was already there. Ye Qinghe trotted up to Hanshu and said, "Sorry, I'm late, let's go."

Hanshu nodded, turned around and walked forward.

Seeing his tall and slender back, Ye Qinghe chased after him, and said: "Hanshu, I grew up with you, and now I want to go to the training class with you, should I follow the rules of other sects and shout Do you call Master?"

He was supposed to regard Hanshu as an elder or even a father, but he had such a disrespectful dream last night. On the way here, Ye Qinghe thought about it carefully, and he thought it was because he was usually the same as Xianjun Hanshu. If Ruo can call Hanshu Master, it will not be like that.

However, after hearing this, Hanshu was suddenly stunned. He turned his head, his dark eyes became deeper, and Ye Qinghe couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes, and asked quietly: "Why do you call me Master?"

Ye Qinghe was stunned for a moment, he couldn't say it was because he had a dream yesterday, could he?

Ye Qinghe was at a loss for words for a while, then hesitated and said: "Because, because I went to Laojun last time, Laojun said, according to the rules of the world, I was raised by you, and I should either call you master or father. ..."

Master, father.

Hearing these two words, Hanshu frowned deeply. For some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart, and he didn't want Qinghe to call himself that.

The more Hanshu thought about it, the more upset he became, but he couldn't find the reason. After a long silence, he resolutely said "no", then turned and left.

Ye Qinghe had been with him for so many years, and he could tell at a glance that Hanshu was unhappy. He scratched his head for some reason, not knowing what he said wrong.

Seeing that Hanshu was gone, Ye Qinghe hurriedly chased after him, and insisted: "But I don't know how to repay the kindness of Xianjun for raising me, if I don't even want to admit Master Xianjun..."

Hanshu stopped in his footsteps, without turning his head to ask, "What did you call me?"

Ye Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Immortal Monarch."

Hanshu was in a bad mood, turned around suddenly, and was about to reprimand him, but saw Ye Qinghe standing behind him blankly and innocently, his young and handsome face was full of bewilderment, and he looked a little aggrieved.

Hanshu's heart suddenly softened, he paused for a moment, and said: "Since you insist, then call me teacher like other students."

The students in the practice class will call it that.

Ye Qinghe felt that the word "teacher" was a bit unfamiliar, wouldn't he be like others when he called it out?

However, seeing Hanshu's expression, Ye Qinghe wisely chose not to ask any more, and called out in a low voice, "Teacher."

Seeing Ye Qinghe nodding in front of him, Hanshu felt even more depressed. He didn't know what he was unhappy about. He just rewarded such a dream last night. Logically speaking, he should hope that Ye Qinghe would distance himself from him. .

Shouldn't he be happy that the kid took the initiative to invite him?

Han Shu raised his head and glanced at the clouds in the sky, unable to understand his mood.