Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Yun Shuhua's mind was twitching, looking at Jing Fan's back, he followed up with pauses.

The old man with the lantern on the side hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said nervously: "Young master, don't wander around, the autumn garden is complicated, if there is no one to guide the way, I'm afraid you will get lost."

"Uncle, where has Master gone..." Yun Shuhua insisted on going.

"The young master is busy with important matters, and the old servant has no way of knowing what he is busy with."

Yun Shuhua stopped, bent down to salute the old man, and asked softly, "Is Uncle the housekeeper here?"

"Exactly."

The old man took Yun Shuhua to the depths of the autumn garden, and said with a smile: "This is the garden under the name of the young master. The young master has not been here for many years, and the old servant has been taking care of it."

Yun Shuhua quietly looked at the exquisite garden pavilions, and asked, "Could it be that Master has been staying here today?"

"The young master came early in the morning, and the old servant hurriedly prepared a lot of things with the young master, presumably it was in such a hurry to welcome the young master."

When the old man said this, his slightly stooped back was slightly straightened, and the elder's concern was revealed on his old face: "Young master came back so late, with so many injuries on his body, but on the way here What danger did you encounter?"

"Fortunately, the young master arrived in time, it's just that he suffered from his kindness, alas..."

Yun Shuhua remained silent, the wound on his left leg began to hurt sharply as if it had been soaked in salt.

The style of Qiuyuan is very different from that of Xingzhu. The large and small scenery is extremely luxurious and beautiful. There are tables and stools carved with emerald jade standing beside the lake near the pavilion.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the dark, Yun Shuhua still noticed the things on the table.

"... Uncle, what are those?"

The old man turned around and raised his lamp tremblingly to look.

"This is the meal that the young master cooks himself, and the table is full."

Yun Shuhua stared blankly, then swayed there.

"Young master," the old man called out, "Those dishes are cold, come back quickly, the young master asked the old servant to take you to rest, the front is conveniently a small pavilion."

Yun Shuhua seemed to have never heard of it, staring at the food, dragging his injured leg to lean on the stool, and picked up a pair of chopsticks.

"Alas," the old man shook his head sadly, "Young Master, this cold burn is not good for your health, Young Master still..."

"—but I'm hungry," Yun Shuhua said to himself in a daze, "I want to eat, these dishes are all my favorite."

"This is roasted sweet potato, this is chestnut, this is grilled fish, and this is pan-fried pancake..."

Yun Shuhua stuffed a lot of food into his mouth, and the cold food was mixed in the mouth, making it difficult to distinguish the taste.

He had a sore nose, tears dripped down his eyelashes, and splashed on the small jade table.

"Master is really stupid. He doesn't know what pancakes are, and he has made so many kinds..."

Yun Shuhua's heart was twisted into a mess, as smart as him, how could he not guess Jing Fan's plan.

Since the Lantern Festival last night, Jing Fan has been preparing for these surprises. I don't know how long and how much effort this planning took him.

This table of food is still visible, but what about the invisible ones?

"I'm really smart. Master has been going out alone these days. Why should I think that Master is going to deal with the war?"

Yun Shuhua ate fiercely and anxiously, he didn't care whether his spleen and stomach could bear it, he just wanted to feed the table full of thoughts into his stomach.

At the end of the meal, he began to retch, his long-hungry stomach couldn't bear the amount of food, and the pain nerves that tortured him were convulsed.

Yun Shuhua's figure trembled, and he turned around to look, only to find that the old man had disappeared.

The autumn garden in the night is extremely quiet, and the buildings and pavilions in the sight are not lit.

Yun Shuhua didn't know where he should go, he just wanted to find Jing Fan now.

The word Jingfan is like a demon deeply rooted in Yun Shuhua's soul. Whether he is tempting, deceiving, caring or showing love, he will firmly trap Yun Shuhua in the trap.

Perhaps he has no resistance to Jing Fan's attraction, and at the same time, he has the talent to keep the prey close to the temptation. He knows it is dangerous, but he can't suppress the raging desire to explore in his heart.

In the huge garden, Yun Shuhua walked around in a daze like a lonely soul.

On the other side of the Library Pavilion, Jing Fan was sitting at the table carving jade.

The jade pendant he wanted to give away was not satisfactory no matter what he looked at, and he always felt that it was not exquisite enough to match Yun Shuhua's good waist.

After thinking for a while, he felt that he was hopeless again, and his sweetheart let go of a pigeon, and he was willing to think about the other party as if he had been poisoned.

The candlelight hit the window paper, reflecting the slow-moving figure, the old man knocked on the door, and said softly at the open door: "My lord, Diyin Temple has been taken care of properly, and we can receive guests as usual tomorrow."

"Those red candles, I don't know if the young master is still useful tonight?"

Jing Fan raised his eyes and glanced lightly: "Find a place to throw it away."

"Yes," the old man asked again, "then the rest of the arrangement in the autumn garden..."

"Remove them all," Jing Fan said, "Those are no longer useful."

The old man responded softly, and left slowly and respectfully.

Jing Fan's eyes fell on the jade pendant, his handsome eyebrows were slightly lowered, he picked up the knife on the table in his hand, and continued to carve.

After an unknown period of time, he was finally satisfied with the style, so he put it in the skirt of his clothes.

When Jing Fan went out, he realized that the moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was very late.

He stepped out of the Library Pavilion with a flick of his sleeves, walked directly to the room where Yun Shuhua slept, pushed open the door, and saw that the bed was as clean as new, and the person was gone.

Jing Fan searched in the garden again, and finally saw Yun Shuhua, who was in a daze by the shore of a lake somewhere.

He walked up to the young man with his long legs, lifted him up with one hand, frowned and said, "Why don't you listen to me, and don't care about your body like this?"

"I," Yun Shuhua opened his mouth and blinked, "Master, will you blame me?"

Jing Fan didn't say anything, he picked him up and took him to the bathroom.

Yun Shuhua fought with many people, and rolled around in the dust with injuries. At this time, he was already ashamed and not active in the past.

Jing Fan cleaned him up patiently, put on clean obscene clothes, wrapped him in a quilt, and sent him to sit on the bed.

Yun Shuhua was obedient the whole time, until he realized that Jing Fan was leaving, he suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm sorry," his voice lacked confidence, "It's my fault that I missed Master's intentions."

"Master, please punish me. I shouldn't make my own decisions and break today's agreement."

Jing Fan looked at his trembling fingers, opened them one by one, and said softly, "Do you think I will blame you?"

Is not it?

Yun Shuhua looked up at him.

"Those surprises are gone, and there will be a next time."

Jing Fan moved closer to his face, stroking the slight scars on his fair skin with his knuckles: "But you have to promise me that you will never leave me again, let alone meet other men in private, okay?"

The man's gentle expression is bewitching, disturbing the mind and reason of the lost.

At this moment, Yun Shuhua didn't care whether these requests were reasonable, he held Jing Fan's hand instead, closed his eyes and nodded.

"I listen to Master, and I listen to Master."

"Hey, go to sleep, this journey is over," Jing Fan tilted his head and kissed his fingers, "I'll take you home tomorrow."

Yun Shuhua was brought to lie down by him, and fell asleep holding Jing Fan's arm softly, his brows still frowning in his sleep.

Jing Fan stood in front of the bed in silence for a long time, then took out the jade pendant from his skirt, leaned over and placed it on his lover's pillow.

This night is clear and bright, and Chang'an is peaceful.

Yun Shuhua woke up with a terrible headache, and the hidden disease from the past seemed to be recurring.

After returning to the Eastern Region, he lay on the bed and suffered from a serious illness.

Until the end of the exercise in the morning, Yun Shuhua stepped out of the small courtyard, and suddenly felt that his legs were slightly sluggish, as if he was being held by someone, and he couldn't walk.

The more he walked towards the Jade Market Hall, the stronger this feeling became. In the end, he felt that he was no different from a heavy mortal, and even he couldn't use all his mana.

Yun Shuhua stepped into the Yuxu Hall with the support of the pillars, and was stunned when he saw the people standing in the hall.

I saw Shen Tangli in light armor standing in the hall, followed by countless Taoist disciples carrying weapons. They lowered their heads and waited quietly for Jing Fan in the hall.

Today's Jing Fan is wearing a silver riding suit, with a silver crown tied up with long hair, and the hair is flying behind his neck in the wind, like the most valiant hero on the battlefield.He was wiping the sword with his back to Shen Tangli, and a lotus flower was printed on the delicate and capable sleeve of the arrow.

Yun Shuhua's eyes narrowed slightly, as if shocked by the scene in front of him.

Jing Fan noticed the person coming, put Wenyue behind his back, walked slowly to Yun Shuhua, lowered his body and said, "Why did Xiaohua wake up so early today, is he in good health?"

"Disciple is fine," Yun Shuhua blinked, "Master, this is, where is this going?"

"Fu Yi's troops have moved northward, and the situation is tense. As a teacher, it is natural to go to the front line." Jing Fan curled his lips into a smile, and his brows were full of arrogance. Great battle."

"Then, why doesn't this disciple know about this?" Yun Shuhua asked quickly, "Why didn't Master tell me?"

"You shouldn't worry about these things, just stay here and wait for my return, huh?" Jing Fan said patiently.

"...Master isn't going to take me there?"

Yun Shuhua grabbed his wrist, with a pleading look on his face: "I won't hold back Master, please take me there, Master, I want to be with you, okay?"

Jing Fan took off his hand, his face darkened slightly.

"Xiao Hua, the only thing you can do is stop worrying me."

He said softly: "I will go and come back quickly. During these days, you are not allowed to leave Xingzhu for half a step. There are restrictions around you. No one can take you away from Qingwu Mountain behind my back."

Restrictions...restrictions on his body...it turns out that the feeling of shackles on his legs is because the master has imposed restrictions on him.

Yun Shuhua stared, puzzled and asked: "I promised Master not to meet other people, why does Master still do this?"

How is this different from house arrest?

Jing Fan chuckled silently and sighed: "Xiaohua, how trustworthy are you as a teacher now?"

"Hey, don't distract me."

A strong desire to possess and control flashed in Jing Fan's eyes. He raised his smooth and beautiful jaw, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Haohao Tangtang's team left the Jade Market Hall in an instant.

Yun Shuhua covered his stinging temple and fell on the seat.

The author has something to say: The blackening value of Jing Fan is 70%.