I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

Jing Feitong put away the little pink flower, and spread out his hand to the fox again: "I didn't expect you to come again, how could you always find me?"

He finally smiled slightly: "The occasions we met the first two times were not good, it's rare for you to come to the door today, I... treat you to dinner."

["Someone stood with me at dusk, and someone asked me how warm the porridge is." ——Accompany the villain to have dinner, let him feel the warmth of the red dust and fireworks. 】

Shu Lingjia didn't want to eat, but since the system said so, he stood in Jing Feitong's palm like a gentleman.

Jing Feitong picked up Shu Lingjia, walked out of the room, and said, "Come here."

Immediately, several palace guards appeared in front of him, kneeling on one knee and waiting for orders.

Jing Feitong said: "Send an order to hold a banquet in the flower hall. In addition, clean up the corpses in the room and send them to Qingqiu to have a look at Mr. Shu..."

Shu Lingjia: "?"

Jing Feitong also hesitated when he said this. Just before Shu Lingjia left, he told him that he hoped that he could keep his promise and deal with Duan Haoyan. Now that he has finished this matter, his first thought was naturally to let Shu Lingjia Take a look with your own eyes to prove that you didn't lie to him, so that he can have an explanation with his sword spirit.

But sending the corpse seems to be inappropriate and unlucky.

Jing Feitong changed his words: "Forget it, send the corpse back to Xinzong, just tell him the news."

After he gave the order, he took Shu Lingjia to the flower hall, where a table of steaming, delicious and delicious meals had been prepared.

Jing Feitong was placed on one side of the table, and a soft and comfortable cushion was prepared for Shu Lingjia on the opposite side of the table. There was a living little white fox embroidered on the corner of the cushion. I don’t know how to find it in such a short time. arrived.

Jing Feitong put Shu Lingjia on the mat, as if inviting an old friend, and smiled at him, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I prepared some, you're welcome, please use it."

Probably considering that foxes should not be vegetarians, Shu Lingjia placed all kinds of meat in plates. The plates were small and made into flower shapes, which looked too unmanly, not at all. Something for the ferocious fox.

Shu Lingjia disliked it at one glance, and didn't want to eat this kind of food at all. With his claws, he pulled away a plate of cold shredded chicken steak, jumped lightly, and jumped in front of Jing Feitong.

Jing Feitong looked at him, and saw Shu Lingjia squatting in front of the jug in his hand, raised his paw and pushed it, and the wine poured into the cup.

He poured two glasses of wine, one of which was pushed directly in front of Jing Feitong, paw on the table, as if to say: "Drink!"

This sense of righteousness and domineering force makes people feel inexplicably familiar.

Jing Feitong usually drinks by himself most of the time, but it's just to pass the time. At this time, he also became interested, raised his glass, touched the other wine glass, drank it with his head up, and then poured it on the comforter. Ling Jialiang nodded.

He wanted to see how the fox drank.

Shu Lingjia dared to invite him to drink, so he naturally had his own unique skills. He opened his mouth to hold the wine glass, raised his neck, and felt bored.

Jing Feitong finally couldn't help laughing, and was slapped by Shu Lingjia's tail.

Having seen this little fox's violent temper several times, Jing Feitong quickly apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, I think you are really good. Let me pour the bar!"

He filled the two wine glasses again, one person and one fox had nothing to eat, so they drank together.

It was also not long ago today that Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong sat at the table facing each other for a drink, but at that time he was more wary and suspicious of the other party, but the atmosphere was far less relaxed than now, and he could have a drink to his heart's content .

Jing Feitong's capacity for drinking has always been good, it can be said that he will never get drunk after a thousand cups, but he did not expect that this fox can also drink quite well, and each of them drank almost all the jars of wine brought up, and then he left the table.

Jing Feitong lay down on the drunkard's chair in front of the flower hall. At first, Shu Lingjia lay on the armrest of the chair, but then he felt uncomfortable, so he simply jumped off it, nestled on Jing Feitong's lap, and curled up into a fox ball.

Both of them were a little drunk, Jing Feitong let him lie on his stomach, folded his hands on his chest, and slowly rocked the chair.

It was late spring and early summer at this time, there was no sound around, the apricot petals swirled above the head and fell in the wind, and the chirping of insects sang in harmony with the slight creaking of the rocking chair.

Shu Lingjia buried her head on her fluffy tail, feeling drunk, and was shaken by Jing Feitong so that she fell asleep.

Jing Feitong suddenly said softly, "I've always felt that life is meaningless."

Shu Lingjia was sobered up by what he said.

"Since I was born, what I want to do in this life has already been decided. Identity, status, blood, these things that are born with me, always tend to trap people firmly in a box."

Jing Feitong thought about it, and said to himself: "Everyone who cultivates Taoism and seeks immortality wants to ascend. In fact, what can he do if he ascends? It is nothing more than immortality. I am at the peak. I also stood with my father on Tianming Peak Looking down at all living beings, facing the infinite prosperity, you are full of pride and blood, but if you look at it for a long time, the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, and eternity... are nothing but mediocrity."

Shu Lingjia involuntarily raised an ear from his fur.

He just remembered that no one seemed to have ever mentioned who Jing Feitong's parents were. He only knew that he wanted to come to Lingxiao to learn art, so he came here easily. The palace is also in a high position.

Moreover, Yue Tao, who is also the master of the hall, seems to be quite afraid of Jing Feitong, which shows that his position in the ten halls of Biluo Palace is also extraordinary.

It can be seen from this that Jing Feitong's background must not be simple, and listening to what he said now, it is even more extraordinary.

Jing Feitong lightly touched Shu Lingjia's little ear, and said: "I seem to have never missed a trip, and I live like the same day every day, without sadness or joy, without worry or anger, but I don't know Why, I always feel like..."

Jing Feitong's voice suddenly stopped.

Shu Lingjia looked up at him.

Jing Feitong's eyes showed some reminiscence and confusion: "I always feel... I really had a crazy and happy life, but they disappeared. I can't remember it, and I can't find it."

His voice was also like the wind on a spring night, exuding gentle warmth. In Jing Feitong's words, Shu Lingjia also suddenly remembered the scattered fragments in his memory that belonged to his parents.

In fact, he has always been envious of those who have backgrounds and backgrounds, so he has always cared about Ling Xiao and his master so much, and he resolutely left when he felt betrayed, because he didn't want endless disappointment to destroy what he once regarded as a treasure. good.

When Shu Lingjia saw that Yue Tao wanted to sacrifice Meng Xian to change Ming Xiao's life, he immediately thought of letting him hide, and then left in a hurry to find his father's mother.

He was too young at the time, but if he was given a choice now, he would feel that it would be better for the family to live and die together, at least he could have a peace of mind.

It is precisely because of this that Shu Lingjia was moved by the matter of Ming Xiao, and he also felt the same about what Jing Feitong said at this moment.

They are all blind people who once walked in the wind. When there is no light, they can smell the fragrance of flowers and listen to the wind. Loneliness is not considered lonely, but one day they will meet the light of the sky, but it will be fleeting. Go crazy.

And obviously, the loss of Jing Feitong seemed to be more painful and intense.

Shu Lingjia suddenly understood a little bit why the other party was so persistent in torturing Duan Haoyan, chasing Zong Wuxin, it turns out...he also has the truth that he wants to know no matter what.

It's just that Jing Feitong, when you are not familiar with him, there will always be an illusion that he is not in the world of mortals, ruthless and desireless, so it is difficult for people to associate him with such an emotional aspect, but unexpectedly, he More persistent than anyone else.

... Yes, he also has feelings and is also a human being.

Shu Lingjia even wanted to listen more, but Jing Feitong stopped at this point, and after a long silence, he sighed faintly: "That's all."

After saying these two words, the familiar Jing Feitong seemed to have returned.

Jing Feitong didn't speak anymore, closed his eyes and leaned on the recliner, as if he had fallen asleep, Shu Lingjia lay on his stomach for a while, jumped off his lap, and left the flower hall.

The system testing task was completed, and he earned a lot of Luck Points today, Jing Feitong's inner demons did not appear again for the time being, and Shu Lingjia had to send Ming Xiao back to Qingqiu.

Jing Feitong didn't stop him, didn't move, and still leaned lazily.

It's rare to relax after a hearty drink, but he himself didn't expect that his best drinking partner so far would be a fox.

After a while, he stretched himself, got up and walked to the table.

The wine jug fell over, picked it up and shook it, and there was still the last bit of wine in it.

"In most of the world, the most difficult thing is to get together and leave. When you get to the end of the spring, you can see it and leave the banquet."

Jing Feitong groaned, lifted the jug, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"After thinking about the farewell, who needs to cut the willow eyes. Where can I relax in my arms—①"

Alcohol poured down his throat, he smiled, with a little wild drunkenness, and threw the jade pot back to the table of almost untouched food.

Jing Feitong's body swayed slightly, and was about to leave the flower hall when his gaze accidentally swept across the table, and suddenly froze.

He stretched out his hand, picked up a leaf-shaped osmanthus mung bean cake, and held it in front of him to look at it.

Half of this pastry was bitten off, and it was placed on the plate on the fox's side just now, apparently eaten by Shu Lingjia.

There was nothing special about the pastry itself, it was just that Shu Lingjia only ate a little of the dishes on the table.

Jing Feitong suddenly remembered that at noon today, he and Shu Lingjia tested each other in that restaurant, and also ordered a pot of wine, a plate of mung bean cake, and a few other side dishes.

At that time, neither of them was interested in looking at the menu, and Shu Lingjia asked for things casually.

One person, one fox, they all like to eat this thing?

With such a thought in his mind, Jing Feitong couldn't help thinking of more things.

Just now, the inexplicably familiar appearance of the fox drinking, occasionally cute and sometimes irritable little temper, it has never appeared with Shu Lingjia at the same time, but every time it appears, Shu Lingjia is nearby.

And the young master of the fox clan...there are so many people in the fox clan, why did they choose a foreigner to pretend to be the young master?

Jing Feitong thought that this little fox might be from the Qingqiu fox clan.

But it seemed that the other half of the other party was from the blood of other races, which was extremely disturbing and difficult to distinguish.

On the other hand, it was because Jing Feitong was arrogant by nature and came from an aristocratic family. Although he was not ruthless, he still had a bit of a gentleman in his dealings. He believed that mutual respect was the most important thing in friendship. He will not be bored to find out.

Therefore, he did not investigate the origin of this little fox carefully. After all, there will be people who want to harm him, but no one will look down on Jing Feitong to the extent that by pretending to be a fox, he will deliberately establish a good relationship with him before harming him. Seduction is more practical than all this.

The behavior and demeanor of Shu Lingjia and the little fox were recalled alternately in Jing Feitong's mind. Although this guess seemed absurd at first, the more he thought about it, the closer he felt it.

The first thing Jing Feitong thought of was Shu Lingjia's stagnant pulse.

He had already experienced the other party's stubborn and strong temper. Thinking that Shu Lingjia had been hurt for so long, he should have a sense of proportion, so he just didn't know it at the time.

But looking at it now, if he is really a fox, the way he was drinking just now, he doesn't regard himself as a wounded person at all, maybe he has never even seen the word "property".

Qingqiu's secret realm is so dangerous, and I don't know if he will continue to break in after returning. What if the injury happens?

But what does this have to do with me, why should I be angry, why should I worry?

Jing Feitong walked out while thinking.

His subordinate stood guard outside, and upon seeing this, he bowed and asked, "My lord?"

Jing Feitong said: "I'm going to visit Qingqiu, there's no need to follow."

Others dare not ask, only Jing Feitong's close servant Yuan Li has been by his side for many years, he is loyal and can talk.

He said: "My lord, has something serious happened that made you so worried? If it's dangerous, you should bring more people."

Jing Feitong stopped, turned his head and said, "I'm worried?"

Yuan Li said: "Yes. Your Majesty is always said that you don't show your emotions and anger. It's the first time I've seen you so worried. Otherwise, I will go with you."

——"I seem to have never missed a trip, and I live like the same day every day, without sorrow or joy, without worry or anger."

The words just said not long ago lingered in Jing Feitong's ears, his heart throbbed, he didn't know whether it was sweet or astringent for a moment, and his mind was at a loss.

He raised his hand at Yuan Li, made a "stop" movement, walked away without saying anything.

The author has something to say: Note: ① Zhou Bangyan's "Litchi Fragrance"

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