Fuck you

It was almost Xu time, and it was time to eat. The food in Ziwei Palace is famous all over the world. It is not only delicious in color, fragrance, but also takes into account different physiques and ways of cultivation. Every meal must have a different elixir Spirit grass is used as the material, even Jiang Gong, who has always been a picky eater, has not left even a piece of fruit peel after eating in the past two days, and everyone's plates are licked shiny.

Ming Yuegui swallowed, thinking about whether she should jump off here and secretly follow her to eat.

Just when he was hesitating, Xinghe, who was walking alone in the garden, stopped and looked up in the direction of Zangshu Pavilion.

Mingyuegui didn't know if Xinghe saw him, anyway, he had already squatted down reflexively, like a student who was caught dozing off secretly in the study and was caught by the teacher and hurriedly propped his head up and pretended to turn over the pages of the book, even the subtle guilty conscience was similar .

Why are you afraid of him?Can you still see me at this height?

Mingyue Gui smacked her mouth twice, and looked down with her head while maintaining the posture of squatting on the toilet.

Xinghe looked away at some point, his dark blue clothes fluttered with brilliance, and he had already walked a long way.

Mingyuegui originally wanted to lie on the rattan chair and drink and look at the stars, but when she saw Ning Xu and the others looking happy, even Ming Ronglan, who had always been restrained, was delighted, and her stomach protested unsatisfactorily, forcing Then he quickly climbed downstairs to find something to eat.

"You can see it from this jump, so I'll fly down from the inside to the head office." He climbed into the library and re-covered the wooden boards. "Anyway, I fly fast, so he might not know."

Xinghe didn't go to eat with him, but sat in his room and took out the white cloth strip.

The white cloth strips were crumpled and could not be smoothed out. He scratched them a few times with his fingers irritably, then frowned suddenly, grabbed the cloth strips, twisted them into a ball with disgust, and threw them into the exquisite wastebasket at the corner of the table.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Xinghe Shuping brows, his expression was so indifferent that it was almost numb.

Pushing the door open was a short little fairy boy who shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head, holding a pink vase with pink peach blossoms in his arms.

"Shangshang Shangshen." The little fairy boy said vigorously, "Shangshang Youyoufeng asked me to give this to you."

Xinghe glanced at the vase with half-raised eyelids, frowned almost imperceptibly, and then let go, "Put it on the table."

His low-pitched voice has a slightly hoarse magnetic texture. When he is in a good mood, his tone is slightly touching, but when he changes to a flat tone that is so cold that it is pressed into a line, it is like the unattainable Kunlun Lake on the top of Kunlun Mountain in the icy moon. , every inch of air in the water is a daunting chill.

Little Fairy Tong tried his best to restrain the trembling of his arms, fearing and worshiping in his heart, he carefully placed the vase on the table, took a quick look at Xinghe, and adjusted the angle of the vase.

"and many more."

Xiao Xiantong paused as he left, and turned around in a daze.

Xing He casually pointed down with his hand on the table: "Take it out and throw it away."

Xiao Xiantong lowered his head and looked at the wastebasket where only a small strip of white cloth as thick as a finger was missing. He didn't know whether Xinghe asked him to throw the wastebasket or the cloth strip.But he still quickly bent down to pick up the wastebasket, then quickly turned around and pulled the door out to close the door.

The white cloth was bouncing in the wastebasket, and Xiao Xiantong stood outside the door and frowned for a long time, as if he had finally made a life-or-death decision, picking the white cloth out of the wastebasket and holding it in his hand , and then trotted all the way holding the wastebasket with his head down.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, he bumped into someone head-on just as he was leaving.The man held a food box in one hand, and pushed his index finger against his forehead with the other hand, with a smile on his face.

Xiao Xiantong knew this person, and quickly saluted him, "Second Master Ming."

Mingyuegui was very satisfied with this title, and his smile deepened, and he looked into the wastebasket in Xiao Xiantong's arms: "Throw away the wastebasket?"

"Yes... um, no."

"Throw the trash?"

Xiao Xiantong looked down, and immediately clenched his hands and blushed: "It's over, I'm sending it back."

"Oh?" Mingyuegui looked carefully at the carvings on the wastebasket, "There is no such good thing in the student's room, is it from Xinghe?"

The little fairy boy nodded.

"Oh, then give it to me and I'll give it to him." He reached out to grab it.

Little Fairy took a step back in horror, and subconsciously hugged the wastebasket tightly.

Ming Yuegui pressed the edge of the wastebasket with one hand and tugged back, narrowing her eyes and saying, "Let go."

There was no doubt about his tone or gaze, and Xiao Xiantong shivered for no reason when he saw his still smiling face.

Satisfied, Mingyue Gui grabbed the wastebasket and hugged it in her arms, then turned her head and walked into Wenxinzhai.

Xiao Xiantong had no choice but to call weakly from behind: "Don't, don't involve me..."

Do I look like a bad guy?

Mingyuegui pushed open the door of Xinghe's room with doubts, and saw a few peach blossoms on the table in the hall at first sight.

Xinghe sat at the table flipping through the book, seeing the pattern on the book cover should be the content to be discussed in the past two days.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and saw that the person coming was Mingyuegui, and immediately squeezed a sneer from between his teeth: "I said who was so rude, it turned out to be you."

Mingyuegui grinned generously: "That's right, I've never been polite, and it's not like you don't know."

Speaking familiarly, he sat down on the stool next to him, put the food box on the table, and accurately threw the wastebasket at Xinghe's feet: "Thank you soon."

Xinghe looked at the wastebasket, and the corner of his mouth twitched indistinctly: "Why is it here with you?"

"Why can't you stay with me?" Ming Yuegui rested his elbows on the table and propped his chin, "I picked it up for you outside."

Xinghe was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is that what you picked up?"

Mingyuegui: "Yes, what else?"

With a slightly confused expression, Xinghe closed the book and put it on the table: "It's nothing, you have something to do? Get out if you have nothing to do, do you want to be punished?"

"Don't, look at me, I know you didn't eat and brought it here." Saying this, Mingyuegui didn't look at the food box, and smiled at Taohua Nunu mouth, intending to tease, "It's so beautiful, senior brother really has elegant taste."

Xinghe's melancholy eyes passed over the peach blossoms: "This is brought by my senior brother."

Mingyue Gui immediately heard the question: "Didn't you say that Xiao Xiantong picked it for you?"

Lying really requires talent, and he Xinghe has no such talent at all.With a serious face, he said, "...the vase belongs to my brother."

Mingyuegui stared at Xinghe's face suspiciously, before he could figure out why, Xinghe pushed his forehead away: "What are you looking at, is it polite?"