Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

The author has something to say: Reviewing my sister's fortune, this chapter's relationship progress, above the neck, please! !

Recommend a BGM for this chapter, pianoboy's "Flower Arrival". This song happens to be about the story of tung tree flowers blooming all over the hillside. The author also listened to this music and coded the words

Thanks to the reader "Shu Xing" for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated

Thanks to the reader "Hunzixie" for a bottle of nutrient solution irrigated

Across the Wuyou Mountain in the southern region, take a boat down the Fushui River, passing through Yu, Si, and Qi. There is a city full of seasonal flowers hidden among the undulating mountains, which is Nanzhu.

The boatman stood at the stern of the boat, shaking the scull again and again, hitting the hearts of passers-by with a loud sound.

Lavender hydrangeas bloomed all over the roadside, and the water-soaked bow hit the shore, shaking slightly.

The boatman jumped out of the boat lightly, pulled up the rope and made a firm buckle around the pillars of the boat, and shouted: "Young master, Zhucheng is here."

The bamboo curtain of the boat was lifted up, and a man in a white satin robe with narrow sleeves stepped out and said loudly: "Thank you."

As soon as he appeared, the surrounding scenery suddenly became vivid.The women passing by glanced here one after another, and because of the man's cold expression, they did not dare to strike up a conversation, so they had to quietly look at him.

Jing Fan didn't want to show off when he went to Zhucheng this time, so he disguised himself a little more low-key.

But he is quite tall, and his riding clothes are neat and simple, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his legs are slender and straight when he walks.

Jing Fan bid farewell to the boatman, stepped ashore, looked at the peaceful and prosperous streets in front of him with people coming and going, and many thoughts came to him in an instant.

This is where he lived.

Jing Fan walked on the street with his hands behind his back, what Shen Tangli said flashed through his mind.

"Although he is alive and well, he has completely forgotten about the past, so the Immortal Venerable should not provoke him for nothing and make him suspicious."

If you forget completely, that is, you will not remember yourself.

If he had a new life, would he still be willing to go back with him?If you don't want to...what to do with him again.

Jing Fan closed his eyes, not daring to think about it any further.

Walking all the way along the long street, I arrived at a towering and quaint tea house. Jing Fan stepped in with his long legs, found a secluded corner and ordered a pot of tea.

Most of the people sitting around were merchants and scholars. Seeing Jing Fan's stunning face, they all quietly observed him.What's more, he boldly asked: "Look at the young master's handsome appearance, his face is unfamiliar, he should not be from Zhucheng."

The handsome man nodded lightly at them, his tone was low and slow: "I'm from the Eastern Region, and I'm here to look for relatives."

"Looking for relatives? Who is the young master looking for?"

Jing Fan pondered, "Clumsy Jing."

"Oh..." The man suddenly understood and said with a smile, "Could it be that Mrs. Zun has returned to her mother's house? The young master came from a long way and greeted him personally. I think he has a deep relationship with Mrs. Zun."

Jing Fan played with the teacup in his hand, tapped the table with his slender fingertips, and showed a very shallow smile to the man as a response.

The other party stared at his face in a daze for a long time, until there was a loud sound of Xingmu slapping on the second floor of the teahouse, then he turned his head.

For a moment, everyone looked towards the second floor.

I saw a swaying storyteller in green shirt walking to the table with a ruler in his hand, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Everyone, today we have to talk about the Qingwu Mountain battle three years ago."

There was thunderous applause, and more and more people came into the teahouse to sit down, applauding one after another: "I was talking about the important point last time, and our brothers didn't fall asleep after going back. You must finish talking this time!"

The storyteller brought a bowl of tea from the shop waiter, gulped it down and swallowed it hard, and said refreshedly: "It was said last time that the Qingxu Gate and Yuxiao Palace broke into the Qingwu Mountain Gate with the intention of usurping the Eastern Territory. As the domain lord, the lord Xianzun was severely injured by those two sinister and cunning demon cultivators in order to protect the Yuxu Palace..."

Jing Fan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of strong tea leisurely. The dense mist steamed up, blurring his expression.

"At the critical moment, the demon leader of the Qingxu Sect took advantage of the void and was about to declare to the world that he is the real master of the five domains..."

The wind chimes outside the teahouse were tinkling. Someone lifted the hem of his robe and walked in with a brisk walk.

"But at this moment, the wind and thunder were stirring, the sky was treacherous, and the sound stone actually projected golden scriptures that day..."

A gust of wind blew in front of the hall, and the future man's black sleeves blew up, his brocade robe fluttered, and he flew towards the corner where Jing Fan was.

"The demon cultivators present were all shocked, but they saw a crack in the sky split by thunder, and a moon-white figure appeared in front of everyone. Everyone took a closer look, and it turned out to be..."

"Mr. Yunshu Huayun, hey, are you here to listen to books in the teahouse again today?" A slightly abrupt greeting sounded from the front of the hall.

Jing Fan's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, and the scalding water splashed out, leaving a red mark on the tiger's mouth.

He looked up, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic and rapid.

The young man in brocade clothes flicked his hem, and sat obliquely in front of Jing Fan, with his beautiful and clear face slightly sideways, smiling at the person who was talking to him at the next table.

"For some reason, I think this story is very interesting, and I always want to listen to it."

Familiar face, familiar voice, even without the lotus forehead seal, it can be seen that it is clearly the person he misses day and night!

Jing Fan stared at him without blinking, clenched the mouth of the teacup with his knuckles, tried his best to restrain himself, so he didn't go forward.

Unaware that someone was watching him behind him, the young man poured himself a glass of warm water, and talked to someone he knew with his chin half propped up.

Jing Fan's eyes fell on his side face intertwined with light and dark light and shadow. I haven't seen him in three years. His facial features are more profound and three-dimensional than before. Hang down and fall on the shoulders and necks.

He is crowned and is already an adult.

Not only that, but when she walked in front of her just now, her straight back and slender legs showed that the person in front of her was no longer the tearful boy she used to be.

Jing Fan handed the teacup to his lips, and the bitter strong tea flowed into his throat, which made him a bit more conscious.

The storyteller's story continues.

"The big disciple of Qingwu Mountain is actually a hero who devoted himself to defending Taoism. I saw that he used a seven-foot-long bow and arrow in one hand, and directly shot and killed the big devil of Qingxu Sect with the help of heavenly thunder!"

A joking voice came from nearby: "Seven feet long? Isn't this storyteller joking? How could that disciple pull such a huge bow?"

"It's just a story that you can listen to after dinner. Why do you take it seriously?"

"This is true. A cousin of a commoner in my family went to Qingcang Mountain. It is said that he learned these things every day when he was practicing in the Central Region."

There was a noise in the lobby on the first floor.

The man in front of Jing Fan turned to the side and asked, "Young Master Yun, do you think this story is true?"

Yun Shuhua tilted his head and thought about it seriously: "It should be true."

The friend nodded slowly and thought to himself: "This big disciple actually gave up his life to save Qingwu Mountain. He left his master behind. One can imagine how much the Eastern Territory Lord has been doing all these years." Depressed."

Yun Shuhua curled his lips into a chuckle, took a sip of warm water, and did not answer.

"It is rumored that the big disciple has a pale white lotus forehead mark between his eyebrows. He looks like a fairy with red lips and white teeth. Therefore, many Taoist cultivators have followed suit over the years and put a little forehead mark between his eyebrows."

Jing Fan turned the empty porcelain cup, and suddenly heard the laughter of the young man diagonally in front of him.

"What's the difference between this and tracing flowers? These Taoists are a little too crazy."

After listening to the story, everyone still has more to say.

Yun Shuhua put a piece of broken silver on the table, brushed the hem of his clothes, stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

"Young Master Yun," the friend asked from behind, "will you still come to listen to tomorrow's storytelling?"

Yun Shuhua said, "I won't come, I'm only interested in this story."

In the corner of the hall, Jing Fan put down his cup, stood up slowly, his eyes followed Yun Shuhua's back closely, and was about to catch up.

The person who spoke to him saw that he was about to leave, so he said: "Master, let's go now, don't you want to sit for a while?"

"No need." After Jing Fan finished speaking, he quickly stepped out of the teahouse.

A few people not far behind teased and said: "He is in a hurry to pick up his wife, what are you careless about here?"

After going out, the warm sunlight shines on the street, and a few magnolia flowers hang down along the road to block the sight of passers-by, exuding a faint fragrance.

Among the bustling crowd, a dark figure was still evident.

Jing Fan patiently followed Yun Shuhua not far behind, and did not come forward to talk to him.

Xiaohua... Is daily life like this?

Listen to books in the teahouse, go shopping, and go home when you are tired.

He saw Yun Shuhua casually walking in front of a pastry vendor and stopped, chatting and laughing with the proprietress, and after a while, the proprietress handed him several large oil paper bags containing pastries.

Yun Shuhua thanked him, took out a warm packet from the bag, then turned and left.

The proprietress continued to attract other business.

Jing Fan paced to the front of the booth, his eyes shifted, and fell on the pastries that Yun Shuhua ordered just now.

"Master, do you want to buy my dim sum?" The proprietress warmly greeted her, "Look at these sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and magnolia cakes, all of which are filled with fresh flower petals."

Jing Fan only wanted to buy the pastries Yun Shuhua had chosen: "What did that young master buy just now?"

"That one just now..." The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and then she came back to her senses, "You are talking about Mr. Yun, he will come here to buy some freshly baked pastries every few days, do you want to buy the same ones as him? "

In doubt, the man in front of the vendor nodded his head, his stern brows softened a bit, adding a bit of foggy tenderness.

"It seems that the store owner is very familiar with that young master just now."

This sentence aroused the proprietress's desire to talk, she ignored the indifferent aura of the guest officer in front of her, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yun is a celebrity in Zhucheng, and he is the son-in-law of the lord of the city. Who doesn't know Mr. Yun?"

"Sometimes Mr. Yun will buy these cakes and give them to Miss Shen, but... these are all gossips from the servants of the Shen family, so you should listen to them."

After Jing Fan heard this, his fingers froze slightly, and he froze in place.

His face was gloomy, and he repeated clearly: "Son-in-law?"

"That's right, my lord, don't you know that the city lord is in charge of the marriage between Mr. Yun and Miss Shen, and you will hear the good news in about a short time."

What kind of good news is this?

Jing Fan took the paper bag from the proprietress, took out a piece of silver, smiled faintly, and said slowly: "Thank you, then I will wait for Mr. Yun's happy event."

He hooked the knot made by the silk thread on the package, and walked towards the road Yun Shuhua left.

After about one street, Jing Fan saw Yun Shuhua at the foot of the wall of an unknown alley.

He squatted halfway on the ground, with crushed pastries sprinkled beside him, and a few cats and dogs with slightly dirty fur obediently lay beside him, eating happily.

It turned out that I didn't go home, but fed the stray cats and dogs here.

Jing Fan hid in the market, silently watching Yun Shuhua's gentle and focused expression.

It's been so long that I can't even remember what it was like.But on that day when it was snowing heavily, he should have rescued himself so carefully.

Jing Fan just looked at Yun Shuhua like this for a long time.A quarter of an hour later, the young man patted the head of the kitten on the side of the road, finally stood up, and continued walking forward.

So Jing Fan also followed his example, opened the paper bag, took out a few pieces of pastries and put them in front of the little animals.

Maybe it was because he didn't have the familiar smell of cats and dogs, they stared at the snacks hesitantly, and didn't dare to go forward.

Jing Fan pursed his thin lips.

At this moment, a piece of black brocade clothes suddenly flashed in his sight.

It was Yun Shuhua who went and returned!

For some reason, Jing Fan's heartstrings were pulled into chaos. Before he could figure out how to meet Yun Shuhua, he subconsciously turned his back to avoid Yun Shuhua's sight.

A low laugh came from behind, and when he regained consciousness, Yun Shuhua had already walked past him, as if that laugh was just an accident.

Jing Fan stared at his figure, feeling pain in his throat.

Suddenly, I felt a little lost in my heart.

I think the laughter was only because I saw someone feeding these small animals, but I didn't really recognize myself.

After feeding the cakes, Jing Fan found a secluded corner and quietly waited for Yun Shuhua to reappear.

"The proprietress doesn't have to follow up to deliver it. I was thinking about something just now, and forgot to take the remaining pastries for a while. If there is a next time, I'll pick it up by myself."

Yun Shuhua thanked the woman, passed Jingfan and left here.

It was getting late, and the sun shrouded the whole city.

Jing Fan watched as Yun Shuhua walked in front of Shenfu's mansion, and a carriage greeted him on a narrow road.

"Brother Yun, you are finally back."

The girl in the pink shirt with bright eyes and bright teeth flew down and grabbed Yun Shuhua's arm: "What is it for me?"

"Naturally, sister Miaoling said that she wants to eat cakes today?" Yun Shuhua smiled and shook the oiled paper wrapped in her hand in front of her. You made it delicious."

"Who said that?" Shen Miaoling was afraid that Yun Shuhua would regret it, and immediately snatched the pastry bag from him, "I like to eat the roadside taste, it is very fragrant, very soft, and delicious!"

The most important thing is that Yun Shuhua personally bought it, which is sweeter than any pastry.

Yun Shuhua raised his eyebrows, and a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes: "Since sister Miaoling has accepted my gift, how about doing me a favor?"

Shen Miaoling was taken aback.

Yun Shuhua showed an evil smile: "In two days, the Lord City Lord will be back. If marriage is mentioned at that time, please ask Sister Miaoling not to interfere. I will ask the City Lord to take it back."

He patted the top of Shen Miaoling's hair: "You are a pampered eldest lady, and I am just a poor staff member with unknown background, we will not have any good results together. What's more, we have always gotten along as brothers and sisters."

After finishing speaking, Yun Shuhua withdrew his hand, stepped into the Shen mansion's inner house step by step, and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Miaoling touched the top of her hair, biting her lip unwillingly.

"It's another set of rhetoric. I use this trick every time to dismiss me, but I can't get angry with you."

She stomped her feet, threw the pastry in her hand to the little servant girl, and angrily chased after her.

It was far away, and Jing Fan couldn't hear what the two were talking about.

But he watched the girl put her hand on Yun Shuhua's, and the two were intimate in words and deeds, and Yun Shuhua even patted the girl on the head tenderly.

Brother Yun?

Jing Fan licked his back molars, and there was a gloomy fire in his eyes. In an instant, the desire to possess, possess and control that had been dormant for a long time rose up in his heart again.

"What a good brother Yun."

That night, Yun Shuhua didn't have any appetite, but felt that the food was hard to swallow.

He ate a few mouthfuls at random, and then ordered the servants in the mansion to withdraw the food, and ordered them to take out the official documents that had been accumulated in the past few days, and wrote them until late at night.

After walking out of the teahouse today, my head felt aching, and the scenes I had seen in my dreams over the years kept interlacing in front of my eyes.

From entering the Shen Mansion to the present, Yun Shuhua has never had a day without dreams.

Sometimes I wake up covered in cold sweat, as if I saw something scary in a dream; sometimes I wake up and find that I have already burst into tears.

But without exception, when I think about it when my consciousness is clear, I can't remember anything clearly.

Those dreams seemed to be separated from him by a layer of mist, the more he thought about them, the more he couldn't remember them.

Yun Shuhua pinched the bridge of his nose, put down the official document in his hand, and went to wash with his forehead.

He went to bed early and deeply tonight.

The bright moon turned into countless silver threads through the window, shining on the carpet beside Ba Bu's bed.

In the darkness, a moon-white figure slowly approached the bed.

Jing Fan lifted the veil and stepped into the Babu bed.

The young man in his sleep was sleeping very well, lying peacefully in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed.The black hair was scattered on the bed, making his skin white as jade, and the pajamas were loosely tied in a knot on his chest, and with a little pull, he could see the delicate collarbone hidden in it.

He seemed to have fallen into a deep and complicated dream again, and he didn't feel the danger approaching at all.

Jing Fan's eyes dimmed a little bit, he sat on the side of the bed, picked up Yun Shuhua's five fingers with his warm hands, and put them in his palms to play with them carefully.

It seems that not only has his stature become taller over the years, his fingers have also grown a lot, and a few thin calluses have formed on his joints, presumably from his practice with arrows.

The fingers of both hands were intertwined, conveying the warmth of the palms. Jing Fan held it tightly, and then stretched out the other hand to reach the collar of the young man's pajamas.

If you miss someone so much, what will you think when you see him again?

Jing Fan couldn't answer, but he felt that he was extremely thirsty at this moment.

This kind of thirst stems from the deep desire for the person in front of you.

It's not just a spiritual gratification, but also a physical one. I want to kiss and hug him, blend tightly, and become one. I want to stay on the bed with him and never go anywhere. Wu Yun Chu Yu, Ye Yue Hua Chao, desperately entangled in cotton, never give up.

At the same time, countless subtle thoughts flooded into Jingfan's mind. He gently stroked the neckline of the young man's pajamas, and felt the breathing and rising and falling chest under it through a layer of fabric, and a moment of amazement flashed in his eyes.

He knew too well what it was like to keep the person in front of him under him, and how many times the two of them had spent in the Yuxu Temple in the past.

However, that is wrong.

He should cherish him, love him, and stop acting in disregard of his wishes as before.

Perhaps God heard his prayers and was willing to give him a chance to start over, so that he could meet the person in front of him again.

Then take good care of it, get rid of the mistakes in the past, and love him more.

After all, he couldn't bear the pain of losing his lover again.

Thinking of this, Jing Fan's fingertips trembled slightly, and he took it back.

He looked at the sleeping face of the young man, traced his mature and beautiful facial features inch by inch with his eyes, and slowly bent down to kiss him.

"Well……"

Yun Shuhua uttered a sleepy whisper.

Such a slight chanting interrupted the rational nerve in Jing Fan's mind. He hooked Yun Shuhua's chin with increasing strength, and pressed hard. Grinding his lips, the tip of his tongue penetrated into the other's mouth in a short while. Wantonly plunder.

Salivating, Yun Shuhua couldn't resist Jing Fan's fierce attack, the silver thread slipped down the corner of his mouth, and was licked and licked clean by the man on his body.There was a faint flame in Jing Fan's eyes. He let go of the young man's hand, and crossed his warm and moist lips with two fingers, gently clamping Yun Shuhua's tongue.

Gently stirred and brushed heavily, so more saliva flowed down.

Jing Fan's eyes were dark, his heart was hot, and the feeling of excitement rushed to his limbs like an electric current.

Want him, want to have him.

Yun Shuhua's body trembled slightly, feeling Jing Fan's kiss on his Adam's apple, his fair skin turned a thin layer of pink due to this ambiguous tease.

After a long time, Jing Fan let go of Yun Shuhua.

He helped Yun Shuhua cover the quilt carefully, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll give you some more time."

"Come on and love me."