Dressed as a sick beauty

Aware of the gaze from the right, Jia Tang shrank his neck in a daze, and stopped laughing.

After a while, he saw the figure of a Lingzong disciple on the opposite side, and said with great interest: "Look at Chu Baiyang who is sitting upright, I bet, he can't help getting up before long, holding a bag Zhang Lingfu pretended to go to Yaotai to greet Patriarch Bai Yue, and then shamelessly took out the spirit talisman to ask Elder Nan for advice!"

When Wen Qiu looked over, he found that just as he finished speaking, Chu Boyang really stood up with hesitation, and walked towards Yaotai.

The Yaotai is extremely spacious, and in front of the jade fence, a tree of peach blossoms exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

"Master Chu's willingness to come to the children's wedding banquet really makes Yan's house flourish. I am very grateful." The old city master got up and poured the wine himself, and poured it into the cup in front of Chu Baiyue.

A warm-colored lantern hung high, shining on Chu Baiyue's Guanyu face. During the day, the master's clothes were soaked in the blood of the beast. He changed into simple white clothes, with a gentle expression, as if Sen Leng had never appeared when he killed Qiongqi.

He nodded slightly: "You're welcome."

City Master Yan sat down and sighed: "The last time the Patriarch came to Lanyue City, I remember it was fifteen or sixteen years ago. At that time, the Patriarch was still a teenager, and I had no way to teach him. The Patriarch is magnanimous, regardless of past suspicions."

The bright moon was hanging upside down in the wine glass, and Chu Baiyue's eyes fell on it: "It's okay, the young city lord was also seriously injured at that time."

"Yeah dad, Brother Wen Yu almost beat me up!" The man in Xipao, who was holding Mei Jiaoniang, interjected, with a mournful face, "I know I was wrong, so stop talking about it."

City Lord Yan: "Oh, well played!"

Seeing this, the Young City Lord pretended to be angry and pulled the bride away.

The two went down the jade steps, and the bride asked curiously, "Why did you offend Patriarch Chu?"

"Forget it, I was young and ignorant then,"

The young master explained in a low voice, "You also know that although Patriarch Bai Yue is a child of the Chu family, he is only a member of the Qingshan branch of the Chu family, not the main family of Nanling. I had a good time with the young masters of the Chu family at that time. , They have always looked down on the children of the branch family, especially Chu Baiyue, who is too popular, so... Oh, don't mention it! Brother Wen Yu knocked out several of my teeth at that time! I have never been so ashamed!"

The bride laughed: "It deserves it."

The young city lord lightly pinched her face, with a smile on his lips, and suddenly sighed softly: "If brother Wen Yu is still here, he should come to my wedding banquet."

The bride Liu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Master Fu beat you up like that, which made you ashamed. Not only do you not hate him, but you still miss him after all these years!"

The young city lord shook his head lightly, sighed and said, "Brother Wen Yu really hates him, but there should be no one who doesn't like him."

Chu Baiyang passed by the two who were chatting and laughing, and when he heard the news of the separation of the family, his interest suddenly disappeared.He lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and was about to turn around when a familiar voice came from above.

"Chu Boyang, do you want to come up or go down?"

Surprised expression appeared on Chu Baiyang's face, he raised his head to the side of the word "Brother", turned a corner bluntly and skillfully, and saluted politely: "Patriarch, I plan to come up."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly boarded the Yaotai.

Chu Baiyang first glanced at the man in white on the platform, then at Nan Duyi on the other side, his cheeks were slightly red, and then he stood beside Chu Baiyue, "Patriarch."

Chu Baiyue held the wine glass: "What's the matter?"

The person standing there hesitated and said, "Father and mother really miss... Patriarch, when will Patriarch be free to go back to Qingshan?"

Chu Baiyue drank the wine in one gulp, put down the cup expressionlessly, "No time."

Chu Baiyang: "...Okay."

"If there is nothing else, you can go." Chu Baiyue didn't even look at him, her tone was indifferent, "Don't come to me for such things in the future."

Chu Baiyang clenched his hands tightly, and under the gaze of the people around the table, the young man was in unprecedented embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here to ask Elder Nan for advice, so I'll just ask you along the way!"

Nan Duyi, who was eating food on the other side, gave a light "um", raised his head, and waved to him softly, "Come here, Boyang."

In the second half of the dinner, there were a lot of wine and wine, and familiar disciples from various sects huddled together to have fun.

Wen Qiushi lay on the table and fell asleep in a daze, with only Gu Moze still beside him. Gu Moze tore the "Seven Him" ​​script into pieces of paper, and folded them into various gadgets with great interest. , swaying around Wen Qiushi's head resting on his forearm.

As the night became colder, Gu Moze took out the ink fur from the storage ring, put it on Wen Qiushi, and was about to carry him back.

His face darkened, blood welled up in his eyes.

Today, I used some spiritual power to fight against the fierce beast, and the Volunteer Pearl became restless again.

Gu Moze pressed one hand on the table, his finger bones turned white, and the veins under his skin became more and more obvious.

He looked at the people beside him. The young man was sleeping with his head on his side, resting on his forearm. A few strands of hair half covered his fair cheeks. His long eyelashes were black, trembling slightly with his light and even breathing.

Sleeping face is quiet.

Gu Moze looked again at Gu Ying who had not left on Yaotai.

After a while, the man with a stern face turned his head, hooked his fingers around Wen Qiushi's loose collar, and tugged along his left shoulder.

Fair skin is exposed to the air.

The coolness of the night spread, and the sleeping person flinched inadvertently.

Gu Moze caressed the back of his fair neck, staring at the small piece of delicate skin, the blood-colored eyes reflected the scarlet poor prison flower at some point.

There was a slight movement from the neck, Wen Qiushi was half asleep, his eyes hadn't been opened yet, and a breath suddenly passed over the back of his neck.

The tall figure fell down with a sense of oppression.

As the familiar scent approached, Wen Qiushi's nape where he had been bitten became extremely sensitive, and his fair skin turned slightly red.

Gu Moze lowered his head.

The temperature falling from the thin lips was so hot that it seemed to scald that piece of white and tender skin.

The young man tightened his fingertips and unconsciously whimpered.

"I'll be back later, don't go looking for someone you shouldn't be looking for."

A deep voice echoed in his ears.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes, there was no one around him, he looked around in a trance, the bustle was still there.

Wen Qiushi touched his neck, feeling something was wrong, so he rubbed it for a while.He looked up at the sky, got up and wrapped Mo Qiu tightly, yawned, and searched for the way back in the huge city lord's mansion.

On the Yaotai, a figure sat alone.

The man tilted his head and tied his hair with a light crown. The bright moonlight fell on him, casting a layer of silver light on him.

There was movement from the jade steps.

Chu Baiyue opened her eyes, her eyes drifted away, and she saw Chu Baiyang holding a plate of crystal clear grapes in both hands, and slowly stepped forward.

Chu Baiyang approached and put it on the table, and carefully glanced at the man beside him.

He left not long ago, and just now he met the old city lord holding a plate of grapes, he stopped him hesitantly, saying that the master Chu was drunk and wanted to catch... people with grapes.

"Is it the best?" Chu Baiyue asked.

Chu Baiyang nodded: "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Chu Baiyue picked one and tasted it, she was slightly satisfied, then folded the skewers, got up and walked towards the jade railing.

"Don't eat, I'll look for someone."

His voice was hoarse after drinking.

Chu Baiyang was dumbfounded, watching the spiritual power overflowing from the fingertips of the man in white, entangled the string of grapes dripping with water, and lowered it down the Yaotai, and then he leaned on the bench under the peach blossom tree like fishing .

His shallow eyes are half closed.

Chu Baiyang paused in place, speechless for a long time.

Really drunk.

Chu Baiyang recalled that this elder brother who has been the head of the family since he can remember, seemed to be always perfect, self-disciplined to the extreme, and his expression was always light and gentle, as if wearing a thick mask that never changed.

He couldn't see any sign of indulgence in Chu Baiyue.

Only when he was about nine years old, something seemed to happen, Chu Baiyue disappeared for a while.

But not long after, Chu Baiyue returned to Nanling, and continued to be the Patriarch that everyone admired, as if nothing had changed, as if everything had changed.

With a little blood, he felt that Chu Baiyue's heart became colder and harder.

Over the years, Chu Baiyang sometimes felt that his elder brother hated the position of Patriarch to the extreme, but for some reason, he was forced to sit still, as if he was trying his best to prove to someone or himself that he didn't choose the wrong one.

"Brother, you..."

"Quiet," Chu Baiyue said coldly, "Don't make trouble."

Chu Baiyang fell silent, poked his head out in front of the fence, and looked at a bunch of lonely grapes under the Yaotai, swaying in the wind.

After half an hour.

The noise in the City Lord's Mansion was much smaller, and the guests left in twos and threes.

"No one will take the bait, how can you use grapes to catch people?"

Finally, Chu Baiyang couldn't bear to speak out, walked to the bench, and tried to wake up Chu Baiyue, "And, besides, are you looking for the talisman owner? I know, but he is dead, dead for ten years. !"

— dead for ten years.

In the last sentence, Chu Baiyang raised his voice.

After yelling, he saw the man in white sitting on the bench, his face turned pale with fright, and he took a step back.

Chu Baiyue's expression was unexpectedly calm, she glanced at him lightly, and then looked at the traces of spiritual power flowing from the tip of her index finger.

"I know," Chu Baiyue said indifferently.

"However, don't I have the right to try?"

Chu Baiyue stared at the motionless spiritual force.

Thinking of a long time ago, the young man ate grapes until he was full, frowned slightly, and lay on the brocade couch in a pitiful state, "The grapes are so delicious, but unfortunately I can't eat them. My brother Bai Yue, help me eat two Come on, let me enjoy my eyesight."

After he ate two, the young man smiled and said, "No, I want to eat more."

He looked over: "You are so greedy, if one day someone catches you with grapes, wouldn't you take the bait without thinking about it?"

The young man on the brocade couch thought about it for a while, then nodded seriously, "It's possible, why don't you try it next time you can't find me."

The slender spiritual power of the fingertips remained motionless.

Chu Baiyue's handsome and gentle face was immersed in the night, her eyes were drooped, and she said to herself with a bit of drunkenness, "I caught grapes, why don't you come?"

After the words fell, in his sight, the traces of spiritual energy wrapped around his fingertips suddenly moved.

— trembled slightly.

Under the Yaotai, a thin figure stood in front of the hanging grapes.

The mask covered most of his face, only revealing his delicate jaw and some cheeks. He fed a grape he picked into his mouth.

"......hiss."

At the moment of swallowing, Wen Qiushi gasped and his eyes flickered.

He picked two more and stuffed them into his mouth. Just as he couldn't help but have another one, the spiritual power tied to the grapes moved.

A ray of spiritual power wrapped around his waist.

Wen Qiushi looked at his waist in a daze, then raised his head again, his black hair fell loose over his shoulders, revealing half of his snow-white face and cheeks, which were bulging with the flesh.

He mumbled and murmured: "Give, give the money."

Beside the jade fence of the Yaotai, the peach trees in full bloom are blowing in a gust of night wind, and it is raining flowers all over the sky.

Chu Baiyue's light eyes fell on him together with Luohua.