Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled towards the National Teacher's Mansion, and was cut into tiny bright spots by the branches and leaves of the trees in the courtyard, falling on the window eaves, and the branches and leaves were shaking, and the light trails were mottled.

The young man was lying on the rocking chair, and the platinum robe was casually thrown on the ground. He shook the rocking chair under him, squinted at the hornet who was sitting peeling the grapes, and asked doubtfully, "Is he really awake?"

"I woke up." The bird carefully peeled off the skin of the grapes, and passed the exposed crystal flesh to the young man's mouth, "I have sent someone to inquire about it. Mingzhi woke up the day before yesterday, and he is recovering well."

Qi Ao raised his hand to block the grapes, frowned slightly, and showed a trace of displeasure on his face: "Why is this man so ungrateful? I gave the little prince to him in the hall, and saved his life afterwards. Come to thank you?"

Hawthorne obediently threw Qi Ao's unwanted grape meat into his mouth, picked up the small kumquat and peeled off the soft skin, blinked his eyes, and guessed: "Could it be that no one told him?"

"What about the little prince?" Qi Ao glanced at the bird, "It's not like he's lost his memory. There were a lot of people in the hall that day, and he didn't want to make people talk. I understand, but it's time to come to me now, right? "

That's true, Hao Niao turned his head to think, and suddenly thought of a possibility, looked at Qi Ao and said, "Master, is it possible that because you helped him and saved him, he felt sorry and felt ashamed to see you, so Why didn't you dare to show your face?"

"possible."

This is not only possible, the more the master thinks about it, the more he feels that this is the case.Because he had helped him in the temple before, he must have felt grateful, and wanted to meet him in private, but in the end, the demon clan made trouble in the temple, and he was saved by himself, and he helped him again and again, So Mingzhi probably felt that he was useless and always troubled him, so he was embarrassed to come to see him.

That's what happened.

"National teacher, in my opinion, we should invite him over," said Hao Niao, stuffing an orange into his mouth, "this way he will have the opportunity to thank you face to face."

"It makes sense." Qi Ao snapped his fingers and waved his hands to signal the bird to do it.

Hawthorne quickly ate the remaining pieces of the fruit, got up and bowed to leave, and went out to ask someone to invite Mingzhi to come over, but when he got to the door, he saw the deer leading some god sons over.

"Master National Teacher, Ming Zhi and Li Xiu from Wuwang Mountain came over and said they wanted to thank Master National Teacher in person."

Hearing this, the bird turned around and rushed to Qi Ao's chair, put away the robe of the national teacher on the ground, and then got up, and Qi Ao, who hadn't realized it yet, was immersed in the thought that Mingzhi was embarrassed to come to him Pulled up and walked towards the bed, he said as he walked: "Master Guoshi, lie down and pretend to be sick. In order to let Mingzhi come over these two days, I told the disciples of Wuwangshan that you were seriously injured to save him. Just pretend to be seriously injured, so Mingzhi will feel sorry for you."

Originally dissatisfied with Hawthorne's wanton behavior, Qi Ao, who was about to get angry when he heard the last sentence, immediately sat down obediently according to the posture she said, and let Hawthorne quickly take off his hair crown and put his hair on his back. Break it up, strip off his coat, and finally pull the quilt over him.

After finishing all this, Hawthorne turned to look at the unknown roe deer, and smiled: "You can invite Master Ming to come in."

When Mingzhi came in with Li Xiuze, he saw the Master Guoshi sitting weakly on the bed, raised his eyes to see them coming in, and coughed a few times, it seemed that the injury was indeed serious, even a little bit more serious.

Ming Zhi approached Qi Ao, and the sharp-eyed Hawthorne immediately placed a low stool for him to sit down, while Li Xiu, who was beside him, waited for her to get one for him, waiting left and right for him to come, Hawthorne and the roe He took it out, saying that the national teacher had something to say to Mingzhi, and no one else was allowed here.

"My lord, how is your injury?"

Mingzhi looked at Li Xiu being invited out. He was a little puzzled at first, but when he heard that the national teacher wanted to chat with him alone for a while, he cast doubtful eyes on Qi Ao who was on the bed, but he was concerned about what he wanted to tell him. Before that, you have to take care of his injury first.

"I'm all right." As soon as the words finished, Qi Ao coughed a few times with a pale face, and it didn't look like he was all right.

All the people in the room were led by the spirit girl and the son of God, and there was no one waiting on him. Seeing that he was coughing badly, Mingzhi got up and poured him a glass of water.

Sitting down again, Mingzhi said: "I heard that when the main hall collapsed that day, the Fiery Demon King came to rescue the Flame Demon, and it was the national teacher who came to protect my Wuwangshan disciples. I thank the national teacher on Wuwangshan's behalf. grown up."

"..." Qi Ao blinked, shortened Mingzhi's range by a circle, and aimed at the red heart, "Mingzhi, I helped you that day in the hall, and I saved you when it collapsed. I know you I am grateful to this seat, but I am too embarrassed to say it out loud, so there is no need to use Wuwang Mountain and the Balrog as a cover, this seat understands."

"???" Ming made a black question mark face.

Rescued or something...

If I remember correctly, the Balrog seems to have been defeated by himself, right?

Also, when Mingzhi thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember anything that the national teacher helped him at the full moon banquet.

Thinking of this, Mingzhi looked at Qi Ao's head, and it didn't look like there was a wound, it didn't look like memory confusion caused by a brain injury.

Seeing that Mingzhi didn't speak, he thought that the Qi Ao he was talking about raised the corners of his lips, picked up the water that Mingzhi had poured for him just now, and was in a happy mood: "I know that at the full moon banquet that day, the various immortal sects were aggressive and did not want the little prince You entered Wuwang Mountain, but your qualifications are not enough, so you really couldn't stand it, so you asked me for help. Originally, I couldn't..."

Mingzhi was confused when he heard it, he raised his hand to interrupt Qi Ao: "No, Master Guoshi, you may have misunderstood."

Mingzhi seriously recalled, and after confirming that he was just sitting and doing nothing else that day, he said: "I didn't do anything at the full moon banquet that day, let alone ask the national teacher for help. Also, the Balrog is my Defeated. I came today just to thank the national teacher for protecting the Wuwangshan disciples that day, and they were not injured when the lord of madfire rescued the flame demon."

"Huh?" Qi Ao looked at Mingzhi in bewilderment. After a long time, the master of the state teacher said, "I helped you that day, and even saved you from the mad lord. You are not grateful to Dade!" Forget it, you still deny the painstaking efforts I have put in for you!?"

Ming Zhi tilted his head, and asked puzzledly: "Dare to ask Master Guoshi, what painstaking efforts have you put in for me?"

The national teacher is angry with him: "For you, I will not hesitate to offend the Qingshan faction, let the little prince worship Wuwangshan, and even have an affair with the mad fire king, so that he will not let him arrest you. You must know that this seat never cares about your cultivation. That shitty thing about the fairy world and the devil world!"

Mingzhi didn't miss the point: "Why did the Lord of Madness want to arrest me?"

"How can I know this?"

"...Oh." Mingzhi looked at Qi Ao's angry appearance, and remembered that day, when Qi Ao blocked the Qingshan faction domineeringly, he insisted on sending the little prince to Wuwangshan, and what Yuanchu said, The teacher stopped the mad fire demon king for him.

Thinking about it this way, looking at these things from the perspective of the national teacher, he was right.

"It's Mingzhi's disrespect."

Qi Ao looks like a 15-year-old boy, and when he loses his temper, he is just like a child, showing childishness.

Mingzhi looked at Qi Ao, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but I don't know what Mingzhi can do to calm down Master Guoshi?"

"I want you to do it..." Turning his head and meeting Mingzhi's eyes, the following words suddenly stuck in his throat, Qi Ao remembered that Haoniao had told him not to act too hastily, otherwise it would scare people away of.

Licking his lower lip, Qi Ao withdrew his gaze, "I don't want you to do anything, but I just want to get the treatment you deserve."

"Naming would like to thank Master Guoshi for saving his life."

Mingzhi thanked him earnestly, and then asked, "Is the national teacher's injury healed?"

After chatting for so long from entering the door to now, although Qi Ao's face looked pale, he was full of energy, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

The author has something to say: Master Guoshi is really easy to coax (Show your hands.

Attached is the late Tanabata Small Theater—Master Chapter.

Han Yi came out of retreat, but couldn't find her apprentice.

He waited in Han Pavilion for a while, and finally saw Mingzhi coming over with a bowl of mung bean soup.

"Master," Mingzhi handed him the mung bean soup, "you have to try the newly made mung bean soup."

Looking at the mung bean soup, Han Yi remembered Mingzhi's bright smiling face in the past. Although Mingzhi's face is no longer visible now, it does not prevent him from thinking about it, and... working hard.

After taking a sip, Han Yi showed a subtle smile on his usually calm face, and scooped up a few more spoonfuls.

Ming Zhi stood aside and watched, and saw that Han Yi had eaten half a bowl, and asked, "Master, is this bowl of mung bean soup delicious?"

"Well, there's been some progress." Han Yi gave a rare compliment.

He thought, after all, Mingzhi still cared about him, and within a short period of time, the mung bean soup tasted much better than last time.

"Huh? This is not made by my disciple." Mingzhi said honestly, "It was made by his apprentice. I have tasted his handicraft, and it tastes much better than the one made by me."

"..."

Hearing this, Hanyi put down the bowl calmly, Mingzhi passed the Sipa over, looked at the half bowl of mung bean soup, and wondered: "Master, don't you want to eat it?" It's delicious, he just I ate several bowls.

Mingzhi didn't know where Han Yi was provoked, he suddenly felt that the air was slightly cold.

But judging by Han Yi's expression, it seems to be similar to usual.

"Well, I don't have much appetite." Han Yi returned the silk handkerchief to Ming Zhi, and saw Ming Zhi's wrist was decorated with a rope made of red thread, and there was a lovesickness red bean hidden in the middle.

Seeing Hanyi looking at the red rope, Mingzhi explained: "This is a gift from my disciple's apprentice. Today is Qixi Festival. He said that in his hometown there is a custom of the younger generation giving the red rope to the elders, which means blessing."

The temperature of the cold pavilion dropped again and again, and Mingzhi's arms were so cold that goose bumps appeared.

Seeing Hanyi looking at the red rope with slightly cold eyes, Mingzhi said cautiously: "No, this disciple will weave one for Master."

"It's so good." Han Yi nodded, and then moved his gaze away from Ming Zhi's hand.

Mingzhi suddenly felt that the blood that was about to freeze in his wrist started to flow again, so he hurriedly retreated with mung bean soup in his hand.

Mingzhi didn't know that after he left, the floor of the Han Pavilion was directly frozen into ice.

Han Yi sitting on the seat thought of Ming Zhi's apprentice who was following Ming Zhi's side, and the ice became thicker.

But Han Yi didn't know that after Ming Zhi went down, he asked his apprentice to help weave the red rope together, saying that they were together, and the rest were mainly made by the apprentice, and he handed over materials or something.

Ming Zhi thought, Han Yi is the apprentice's ancestor, so he is also an elder, so there is no need for him to make it up.

Xiao Feijiu agreed.

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Poor Master, although I was stabbed with a knife on the Qixi Festival, I am so happy hahaha, who else do you want to see tomorrow?