Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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When he returned to the thatched hut, Yang Jian's expression improved slightly, but his body was weak and seemed unable to maintain it. Zhan Zhao carefully supported him and leaned on the bed. Yang Jian looked tall and straight, but the weight was not heavy when he was lifted up. Yang Jian came all the way The heat from his body seemed to be contaminated to Zhan Zhao's body, which made Zhan Zhao feel a little hot, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

For some reason, Zhan Zhao inadvertently looked away from Yang Jian.

Zhan Zhao himself didn't know why, but in his heart, he clearly longed to stick to Yang Jian all the time, feel Yang Jian's temperature through his clothes, and listen to Yang Jian's peaceful and steady breathing from such a close distance. All this made Zhan Zhao feel A strange comfort.

This comfort came at such an inopportune time, shouldn't we be more worried about what happened to Yang Jian at this moment?

So he didn't even dare to make eye contact with Yang Jian, for fear that Yang Jian's eyes that could see through the world would see through his wrongdoing.

But Yang Jian just glanced at Zhan Zhao casually, and said lightly, "I want a cup of hot tea..."

As if he had found a reason to be relieved, Zhan Zhao secretly relaxed, and muttered: "Second brother is not feeling well, I'll boil water and make tea. Speaking of tea, I still have Pu'er that Bai Yutang brought with me when he traveled to Dali last year. I see that my second brother often drank it when he was in Kaifeng. It is said that the older it is, the better it is. I have never had time to live at home, and I almost forgot-I will get it right away.

Yang Jian held him back, and said with a slight smile, "The spring tea in the south of the Yangtze River should be down now, and it's time for the freshness of everything in spring, and it's not suitable for brewing the restrained Pu'er..."

Zhan Zhao blushed slightly, and said, "My second brother laughed at me because I know very little about tea. It just so happened that my elder brother had a dragon well that was just brought by a villager yesterday. It must be able to get into my second brother's mouth. I'll go get it." How about coming?"

Yang Jian said: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, just walk slowly."

Zhan Zhao responded, first filled the firewood that was about to go out, then poured a copper pot of cold water and sat on the stove, and then left after putting it all to rest.

When the sound of Zhan Zhao's footsteps disappeared outside the door, Yang Jianfang sighed and slowly stretched out his tightly clenched fist.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, he didn't know whether Zhan Zhao was too naive and trusted him or his acting skills were too good, but he just sent Zhan Zhao away after finding such a random reason, which made him feel uncomfortable.There was a shallow wound in the palm, and the moment Yang Jian opened his palm, wisps of pale golden light drifted faintly. Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and he took out a small white jade bottle from the package beside him. There was no common cork at the mouth of the bottle. The stopper, sealed with only a very faint film of light.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and sighed helplessly. Could it be that after he fell into the mortal world, he lived as a mortal for a long time and even forgot the indifference of thousands of years. How could a heart be so easily persuaded by Monkey King?If there is another way, Yang Jian is not willing to use this jade bottle, but after using the blood of the gods, it is not something he can recover now. Looking at the flowing light from the wound, Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly: "Sun, don't lie! It’s full, someone really noticed that my identity, Yang Jian, was in trouble, and I turned around and told him to die, there is no place to die!”

Complaining secretly, Yang Jian still slowly pressed the wound close to the light film on the mouth of the jade bottle. The moment the light from the wound touched the bottle mouth, the light film immediately disappeared, and the powder with golden light came out of the bottle. It floated out and gathered on Yang Jian's wound little by little. As soon as the almost invisible powder touched the wound, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian's face became normal. He looked at the empty white jade bottle in his hand, played with it for a while and then stuffed it back into the package. He adjusted his posture to make himself lean more comfortably, closed his eyes and smiled, and heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door. footsteps.

The Jade Emperor by the Yaochi Spring slowly turned the glazed cup in his hand, the fragrant wine was overflowing, but there was a trace of a different taste in the aroma of the wine in a trance, and then the Jade Emperor saw a very faint trace of pale gold with a gloomy expression From the glazed cup in the hand, it wafts along with the aroma of the wine, and it disappears before you can distinguish it carefully.

The Jade Emperor pursed his lips and suddenly became a little irritable.

The star slave on the side waited carefully, waited for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Do you need a slave to do it?"

The Jade Emperor frowned and said: "Forget it, let him go." Saying so, he still got up silently, waved his sleeves and hesitated for a while, then strode away, leaving only a ray of coercion to order: "I'm going to Laojun's place." Sit down for a while, and listen to your mother's orders in everything." Before the voice fell, the figure disappeared.

The Queen Mother who had just hurriedly stepped into the Yaochi was stunned, and finally had no choice but to sigh.

The Xian'e Xingnu in the Yaochi lowered their bodies one by one as if nothing had happened.

Taishang Laojun spent all his time waiting in Tushita Palace. When the boy next to him wanted to ask something, the mist in the space in front of him shook slightly, and a majestic and solemn figure appeared in front of him. When the boy saw it, he hurried forward to salute, saying: "Your Majesty is here, Laojun has prepared fine wine and waited for His Majesty..."

The Jade Emperor curled his lips, muttered "Old slippery head" and strode in without waiting for the boy to lead the way. When he saw the Taishang Laojun, he sat down beside the Taishang Laojun without exchanging greetings.

Taishang Laojun waved away the boy who was serving him, and said with an apologetic smile: "How can your Majesty come to the old Taoist for entertainment in his busy schedule?"

The Jade Emperor squinted at the Taishang Laojun, and snorted from his nose, the meaning was very clear.

Taishang Laojun wanted to pretend to be confused, and said: "If there is anything you need, your Majesty the old way, just ask someone to come and give an order."

The Jade Emperor groaned a few times, and finally couldn't help but said angrily: "Don't pretend to be like me here, you don't know why I came here?!"

Taishang Laojun smiled wryly: "I know, I know, but I can't do anything about it, I can't afford to offend that fairy..."

The Jade Emperor twitched his brows lightly and said with a smile but not a smile: "I heard the boy said that you have good wine here, so I will not be polite. I will stay for a while and ask the boy to send it to me for later use--I think the old man is a little bit of a leisurely person in the heavenly court recently. I have nothing to do, where the Taoist priest wants to go to relax and do what he wants to do to accumulate merit, hehe, you don’t have to ask for orders for everything, just do whatever you want. I rely on the Taoist priest a lot, so naturally I have to give the Taoist priest enough freedom, haha .”

Seeing the Jade Emperor's casual conversation with a smile on his face, the Taishang Laojun suddenly felt bitter, and wanted to explain a few words, but before he could speak, the Jade Emperor disappeared with a slight movement of his body, as if he had never been in the past, and only Taishang was left. Shang Laojun stood there dumbfounded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Zhan Zhao is not proficient in making tea. It can be seen that he basically does not pour water so carefully and tediously on weekdays. Yang Jian did not give instructions, and Zhan Zhao just relied on his memory to make tea slowly.

When Yang Jian slowly savored and smiled, Zhan Zhao secretly let out a sigh of relief.

This set of seemingly understated movements made Zhan Zhao's nervous arms a little sore.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "I think you probably don't have the time and trouble to drink a cup of tea on weekdays?"

Zhan Zhao didn't deny it, and said, "That's right. When I was young, I always liked those passionate things. How can I calm down and make a pot of tea so peacefully? Afterwards, with Mr. Bao, it became more and more tedious and busy. Sometimes even a drink of hot water becomes a luxury. Occasionally, Bai Yutang would go to the teahouse for a meeting, but unfortunately I was always dragged away by him every time, and I rarely stayed until the end of the song to cool the tea... It's only because the second brother came. Seriously drinking tea, I realized that drinking tea can be so elegant and leisurely, I really soaked my whole heart in the boiling water steam..."

Yang Jian smiled noncommittally, and sighed: "Only a poor and boring person like me spends a lot of time doing these boring things. Maybe it's because I'm old and have seen too much of the world, and there is nothing to stir my heart."

For no reason, Zhan Zhao could hear a faint sense of loneliness from Yang Jian's soft sigh, although it was inadvertent, it had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and it was faintly revealed in Yang Jian's casual breathing.

Zhan Zhao's heart suddenly had a strange beating again. For some reason, whenever he thought of Yang Jian and thought about it deeply, his heart beat uncontrollably.This chaotic rhythm makes Zhan Zhao always want to say something, but there is no suitable language to express, so all emotions are stuffed in his chest, making Zhan Zhao secretly frown.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to hold Zhan Zhao's palm, the warmth made Zhan Zhao tremble slightly, and when he looked over, his eyes fell into Yang Jian's deep eyes, which were almost impossible to distinguish their color, obviously The black is pure but flowing and colorful. Anyone who is looked at by such a pair of eyes will feel that even the deepest secrets in their hearts will be fully revealed.

Yang Jian asked lightly: "What's on your mind? Do you not want to say it or can't say it?"

Projected in Yang Jian's eyes, Zhan Zhao felt that all his emotions and worries were emerging along with Yang Jian's calm tone, and even a little concealment and avoidance seemed meaningless.

Zhan Zhao just followed his heart and slowly said: "I don't know, I seem to understand, but I can't find the right words, maybe I'm too stupid..."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly: "No, it's not that you're stupid, it's that you haven't experienced such a thing... In fact, it should be my fault. I'm afraid all your strange emotions are caused by me, right?"

Zhan Zhao wanted to explain something, but finally nodded seriously, he couldn't refute, because he really only had such emotions when thinking of Yang Jian, and only when it was related to Yang Jian would he be in such a daze.

Yang Jian's eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, with a slight hesitation, after a while he pondered: "You said that I am special to you, this special feeling is neither like a relative nor a friend, It seems to be closer than these relationships but it seems not to be..."

The hazy feeling in Zhan Zhao's heart was led by Yang Jian's words, he nodded unconsciously and said, "That's it, the second brother made it clear, what kind of feeling is this?"

Yang Jian smiled, but did not answer, Zhan Zhao waited for a long time, and was about to ask, but suddenly heard Yang Jian's tone change, and said: "Can I understand it this way, in your special feeling, you actually like me. "

The tone was still flat and almost without any emotion, but Zhan Zhao's heart jumped suddenly from the confusion, as if something was torn apart and displayed under the sun, the most secret feeling in his heart was directly revealed. After being exposed, Zhan Zhao suddenly became at a loss. He wanted to explain or cover up, but he couldn't utter a single word, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Yang Jian's face was as usual with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and he slowly turned the cup in his hand casually, as if there was no change, but he didn't know that Yang Jian's heart had already jumped into his throat, but the emotional accumulation accumulated for thousands of years was not easy to reveal, so straightforward Speaking clearly, Yang Jian felt that he was taking a risk. He was obviously past that age, but he suddenly looked forward to Zhan Zhao's performance.

Always so tacitly guarding each other through a layer of mist, Yang Jian no longer wants to continue, either explain further to make the remaining time more meaningful, or choose to leave so that they can't get away from each other.It's really not a wise move to stay by Zhan Zhao's side.

Yang Jian was a little funny, but he was still nervous.

Although he didn't look at Zhan Zhao, he could easily catch Zhan Zhao's emotional changes from his suddenly heavy breathing.

Yang Jian slowly raised his head and stared at Zhan Zhao, waiting for Zhan Zhao's answer.

What dangerous storms and waves have never been seen before, what heavy consequences have not been accepted, at this moment Yang Jian feels that he really can't find a reason to avoid it.

Zhan Zhao suddenly met Yang Jian's eyes, and his heart suddenly fell into his eyes. He wanted to avoid it, but he was a little bit reluctant.

Yang Jian's eyes were clean and clear, without any emotional fluctuations that would make Zhan Zhao feel unable to face.

Words like "Like" came from Yang Jian's mouth, without any attached feelings, just simply telling a story, Zhan Zhao's heart slowly recalled this simple word, and his face gradually became rosy. When he woke up, the rosy glow quickly burned to the base of his ears, and the heat made Zhan Zhao feel a little flustered.

Although Zhan Zhao didn't say a word, there was a hint of a smile in Yang Jian's eyes.

Zhan Zhao was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, and he wanted to get up and leave in a panic. He seemed to be away from the person in front of him at that moment, or he could return to normal.

Before Zhan Zhao moved, Yang Jian had already held his hand. Yang Jian's palm was as warm and dry as ever, but Zhan Zhao's hand was already sweating.

Yang Jian lowered his voice, and said word by word: "Frankly speaking, I chose to stay by your side because I like you. Maybe you have vaguely guessed my identity in your heart. If a person like me is not because I can't get over my heart How could you be so persistent? But I can't see through your true thoughts, I want to hear you tell me yourself..."

Zhan Zhao suddenly relaxed, so it turned out that Yang Jian had understood his feelings a long time ago, but he was too slow to see clearly the feelings in his heart, but he was confused and hesitant...

Zhan Zhao looked into Yang Jian's eyes seriously, and replied seriously: "Yes, what I mean by special is liking."

The voice is soft, but firm.

A charming smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's lips, as if the warm spring sun had come to his side.

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