Tool Man Rebellion Guide [Quick Pass]

He was covered in moisture, as if he had just showered, and the ends of his hair hadn't been wiped dry, and they were only loosely scattered behind him.

Lin Jing hid under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes carefully watching his movements.

As if Zhai Yan hadn't heard of it, he just took out all the things in the food box and put them on a small sandalwood table, and put them on the edge of the bed together with the dishes and small table.

As early as when he was walking towards the bed, Lin Jing rolled up the quilt and moved aside, but no matter how much he hid, the bed was so big, and the fragrance of food hit his face, causing him to swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Master Ye was so ashamed that he retracted his head that was only exposed outside.

Zhai Yan smiled lightly, picked him up across the quilt, made him sit on the head of the bed, and joked, "Master Ye, do you want to lie down and have breakfast?"

"I didn't!" Ye Jing's glare responded to him, "Where did you get my clothes?" He tightly clutched the brocade quilt on his body, and said sternly.

Zhai Yan didn't answer, just sat on the edge of the bed in complete disbelief, picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and fed it to Ye Jing's lips.

Ye Jing didn't have time to dodge, and was afraid of spilling the porridge on the bed, so he could only open his mouth and let him feed it.

The heat of the food and the warrior's body heat after his morning exercise and bath were intertwined, and they all rushed to Ye Jing, making him feel a little absent-minded.

But soon, his attention was on the taste in his mouth.

This porridge looked like a simple white porridge. After eating it, Ye Jing realized that it was different from usual. The fragrance of rice seemed to be mixed with some other flavors.

"This is?" he asked hastily.

"I used a little powder made from the vine grass. You have been too tired recently, and the vine grass can replenish qi and blood." Zhai Yan said casually, bowing his head and taking a bite himself.

The yield of Tianvine Grass is rare and extremely difficult to pick. Every year, only a little is sent to Ouchi for the royal family to enjoy.

"But..." Ye Jing wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Zhai Yan sending another spoon, so he could only swallow with his mouth open.

"Eat well, and be careful not to choke." Zhai Yan wiped the corner of his mouth for him, "Your Majesty has rewarded me with a lot of these messy things recently, don't eat them and waste them."

I don't know if he was surprised by his "wealth and wealth", or because he was afraid that the quilt would slip off if he moved too much. Ye Jing's resistance from the beginning gradually became helpless. The breakfast of the two was served by Zhai Yan. The spoon was carried on.

It is not advisable to eat too much breakfast, and the happy time of Zhai Yan teasing Ye Jing will soon be over. He reluctantly put down the spoon, got up and put the little table outside, and called an attendant to come in and pack everything away.

Seeing someone coming in, Ye Jing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly called for someone to come forward, but unexpectedly, the attendant just lowered his head and tidied up, and quickly retreated out with the food box after a while.

Master Ye watched the man pretend to be deaf and dumb, and only then did he understand why Xiaohou Zhai wanted to clean up his yard.

This yard has been renamed Zhai!

He was a little annoyed, and said to Zhai Yan again: "I don't know where the young master took my clothes. Ye is not talented, but he still has an official position, and he still needs to report to Yushitai."

Zhai Yan took a military book and lay down beside him, casually said: "Didn't you tell someone to come over just now, Your Majesty has allowed you to cultivate for a few days, and you will stay in the Marquis of Lin'an Mansion for these few days, and take good care of yourself." Take care of your body."

"Ye is in good health..." Ye Jing subconsciously retorted.

Unexpectedly, Zhai Yan turned over suddenly, and his handsome face suddenly occupied Ye Jing's entire line of sight.

He put his arms next to the opponent's head, his high nose bridge could almost touch Ye Jing, and a strand of loose hair fell down, caressing Ye Jing's face seemingly absently.

Master Ye took a breath, and stared intently at the aggressive eyebrows of the other party. His mind was blank, and the unfinished words of rejection were completely stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhai Yan stretched out his hand to lightly caress Wu Qing's eyes, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Be good, who passed out as soon as he walked to the bedside last night."

He didn't say that last night was okay, but when he said that last night...

Ye Jing remembered some of the episodes that he desperately recalled just now, the messy fingers, the vengeful nibble, and the soft touch on the lips.

With a bang, Master Ye's already thin red face instantly turned red.

His reaction... Zhai Yan was puzzled and asked, "Do you remember what you did?"

Ye Jing didn't answer, but his body completely betrayed him, seeing his head galloping all the way towards the point where it was about to smoke, Zhai Yanxiao fell aside.

He laughed for a while, pinched his throat and pretended to be wronged: "I woke up early in the morning and scolded me for being shameless, and my family thought that the young master turned his face and refused to recognize anyone."

Zhai Yan has always been domineering, and everything he does has the taste of being irresistible, but now he changed to this pretentious and coquettish tone, but Ye Jing, who is soft but not hard, has no way to resist.

"I..." Ye Jing didn't know how to explain, and said in a panic: "I don't deny people."

"Is there no denial?" Zhai Yan repeated in a low voice, and moved his face closer again.

Ye Jing didn't dare to look directly at him, and just turned his head inward without answering.

His heart was in a mess, like a deer stuck in a swamp, the more he struggled, the more he couldn't extricate himself.

Just when he deluded himself that he could avoid these problems, he heard a chuckle in his ear, and a coolness suddenly greeted his reddened face.

"It doesn't matter, even if you didn't recognize anyone before, just come back now."

Zhai Yan's fingers are not delicate, the fingertips and the tiger's mouth are full of rough calluses left by years of martial arts practice, following his strength, Ye Jing slowly turned his head and looked over.

As long as people in the capital have met Di Guifei, who would not praise her as a beautiful woman, Zhai Yan is the younger brother of the imperial concubine, and his appearance is exactly the same as that of his sister.

His brows are sharp, but the end of his eyes are raised affectionately. If it is matched with his usual shapeless appearance, it will always make people feel a little too frivolous, but if it is replaced by the affectionate gaze now.

No one can escape his gaze.

Ye Jing is not an ordinary person, he was born as if he had nothing to do with love and love, since he was a child, he knew what he had to bear, no matter where he went, he seemed to be unable to escape the ardent teaching of his grandfather.

Lin'an Marquis Mansion, mother's natal family, young sister, surrounded by wolves, he must support the glory of this family.

However, through Zhai Yanzhen's serious eyes, he saw himself in the lake-like deep eyes of the other party. He was not the only son of the Marquis of Lin'an, the talented scholar, nor the stern and selfless Lord Yushi.

Without any identity constraints, what Zhai Yan sees is only himself, his unique soul.

Zhai Yan held his lover in his arms carefully, and put a gentle kiss on the other side's staring eyes.

The two are close to each other with lips and teeth, exchanging love and attachment. Under the delicate kiss, there is the longing and resonance from the depths of the soul.

It is not a pale setting that only exists in the program, nor is it a projection of the original body emotion. Ye Jing has not fully loaded Lin Ze's memory, but he has already understood his own feelings.

It is the throbbing in the bottom of my heart, the constant concern, the involuntary gaze, and the ripples on the calm lake.

Zhai Yan always makes him more emotional, makes him think wildly, and makes him worry about gains and losses.

If it is Lin Ze, then he will understand that the set emotions cannot determine the real soul, he loves him, whether in the body of the crush or the enemy, it is always the same.

When Ye Jing was lying on the bed panting, his long-lost rationality came online, and he realized that the progress of the two seemed to be a bit too fast.

From the moment he met Zhai Yan, it seems that less than a month has passed. How could it suddenly develop like this?

After thinking about it, he asked involuntarily.

"Hurry up?" Zhai Yan lay beside him, with his hands folded behind his head, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were my destined lover."

"I've been looking for you for a long time, so long that I thought you would never come again."

"It's hard, I finally waited for you, it's too slow, not fast at all."

His tone was a bit heavy and relieved, as if there really existed that time that he couldn't find for a long time, which made Ye Jing feel a little worried.

As if... as if I was really late.

Obviously he was the one who provoked others first, and seeing him sad, Zhai Yan felt a little distressed, and suddenly sighed: "I found that the predecessors really had different wisdom."

"What?" Ye Jing had never seen such a quick change of subject.

Zhai Yan turned around and faced him, his eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly, "I said stealing clothes really works."

Ye Jing: "???"

It was only then that Ye Jing remembered that he didn't have any clothes yet, and said in a heavy tone, "Hurry up and take my clothes back, there's no reason not to get out of bed now!"

Zhai Yan quickly hugged him even with the quilt, and kissed his eyebrows and cheeks comfortingly.

After Ye Jing blushed and ignored his anger, he asked triumphantly, "Do you know the legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl?"

Of course Ye Jing knew that the Queen Mother did not want fairies in the sky to fall in love with mortals and draw a galaxy between them. Lovers can only meet each other when birds and birds build a bridge on the seventh day of July every year. This legend evolved.

What did Zhai Yan mean by saying this suddenly?Could it be that he was implying that his Majesty and the imperial concubine would fight mandarin ducks?Will there be any good results for the two of them?

Ye Jing was thinking secretly, when he heard Zhai Yan continue to say: "The reason why the cowherd on the ground and the fairy in the sky can have this romantic relationship is that he stole his clothes when people are not prepared, otherwise there is no way for the later love to be reconciled." .”

Zhai Yan's hands tightened: "Of course, this method is a little too disreputable. Unlike me, I just simply think that you are too tired and want you to rest more."

After finishing speaking, he looked over as if asking for credit, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all.

At first, Ye Jing thought that he was angry and scolded him, and wanted to tease him for revenge, but who knew that this person was silent at the time, and thought so many messy things.

Ye Jing was ashamed and annoyed, and turned away from looking at him, Zhai Yan quickly coaxed him, seeing that he was really annoyed, so he got up and went to get a set of clothes.

Although he brought the clothes over, he didn't let Ye Jing do it himself, the two of them chattered and fought, sweeping away the heavy atmosphere before.

The devil in the bottle waited for 500 years, and the long-awaited salvation drove him crazy, vowing to kill whoever saved him.

Zhai Yan waited for several worlds, and once swore that he would be sure, and would not let any time go, and would not have any more hesitation.

He will find his fisherman, tie him to his side, never parting is the devil's revenge.

The author has something to say: I really don’t know how to write about feelings, my head is bald