Fuck you

Xinghe frowned and retreated to the entrance of the spiral staircase, with a disgusted look like avoiding snakes and scorpions, Mingyuegui looked at him with a smile, suddenly clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Oh, were you rolling your eyes at me just now?"

Xinghe said nothing, turned around and left with his sleeves.

Mingyuegui almost fell to the ground laughing, he really likes to see Xinghe like this, he finds it very cute, it is completely different from his usual cold and indifferent demeanor.

He laughed for a long time before he straightened up holding his stomach, touched his head and walked to the bookshelf, and poked hard at the little Xinghe engraved on the bottom of the Mingyue Return Edition. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was too much. How could he paint such an ugly painting with his handicapped hands!

Because of this little apology, in the next few days, Mingyuegui will not only look at the stars, the moon, and the white clouds, but also condense his thin spiritual power to repair the bookshelf that he has engraved on.

Xinghe would come to visit occasionally, and every time Mingyuegui, who was as lonely as snow, looked like a weasel seeing an old hen, her eyes were green and she would pounce on him whimpering.

In the last few days, Xinghe simply stopped going. He knew that Mingyuegui didn't obediently climb the stairs, and he didn't really want anyone to climb the ten-day library. Youfeng also persuaded him, and even Lingbao Tianzun asked during a lecture The sentence "Is there a missing person?"

Xinghe originally thought about letting people out earlier, but every time he went there, seeing Mingyuegui's playful behavior, he took back the words of permission to leave, and left without hesitating, never allowing anyone to come near. It's better to let that kid alone to fend for himself alone!

After finally surviving until the last day, Mingyuegui was almost covered with maggots. He held the Yeming Pearl in the hall and howled for a long time. He didn't know what he was singing. The sword that came down was thrown into the air, jumped up, and flew unsteadily to the top floor.

At the Mingchen Full Moon Banquet, he and Ming Ronglan didn't know how to wield swords yet. Before that, Jiang Yi didn't equip him with a sword because he had no sword to fend off.After many years of controlling qi and controlling things, the progress is not as fast as the boring practice alone in Zangshu Pavilion these few days.

Although he didn't know who owned this black sword, Mingyue Gui was not polite, and he used it with great ease. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the top floor. He walked up the wooden ladder with ease, pushed open the partition, and jumped onto the terrace.

Then, freeze in place.

He wasn't alone on the terrace.

Under the pristine blue sky, Qinghua stood facing the wind, his loose hair wrapped in his softly rustling robe stretched back, his back to the world, and his feet on the balcony, just maintaining a He made a gesture of raising his hand in a posture that might fall down at any time.

The wine jug on the table rose into the air, tilting out the wine, he raised the wine glass that had not spilled a drop in his hand, and smiled at Mingyuegui.

"Mingyue, you are here."

Mingyuegui hadn't seen Qinghua again since Taolin's farewell, he thought that Qinghua must have regretted that day when he impulsively said that he wanted to accept apprentices, so he just smiled and didn't take it too seriously.

Seeing him again at this moment, in addition to being surprised and unbelievable, even the feeling of going crazy in the peach forest at that time became clear.

At this moment, Ming Yuegui suddenly realized that his secret was no longer a secret. The person in front of him, Dongji Qinghua Emperor was also a disciple of Pangu. ——So dark and unsightly, even he himself despises the other side.

Is it mercy?

Or... alms.

Mingyuegui smiled and said: "The emperor is wrong. I was punished here to think about my mistakes. It's not a violation of the rules to come to the terrace occasionally to get some wind, right?"

He turned slightly sideways, his cheeks were a little tense, his smile was polite and distant, and his eyes were full of undisguised scrutiny.

This is a somewhat tense and guarded posture.

Qinghua smiled lightly: "Of course it doesn't count, but this terrace was built for me. Without my approval, the wooden cover will not be opened."

It also makes sense for Mingyue Guiyi to think about it, there are no such leisurely and elegant people in Ziwei Palace, and he has not seen Youfeng and Xinghe have the habit of drinking.

Qinghua waited for a while, knowing that Mingyuegui must have understood his meaning in his heart, he smiled slightly, and said straightforwardly: "Mingyue, be my apprentice."

Even though he is solemn, he still gives people a gentle feeling, like the warm wind blowing slowly by the spring moon, and the air is full of the smell of sunshine.

Mingyuegui unknowingly let go of her guard, and after a while she seemed to understand what Qinghua was talking about.He tilted his head first, then gave a short laugh, and looked up at the sky casually: "Dijun really knows how to joke, I look like a ghost, and others can't hide in time, Dijun didn't lock me into the demon-locking tower. Dragging down the emperor? My life is cheap, and I can be happy every day when I wake up and find that I am still awake. There are too many things that I am not qualified to think about, and I will not ask for things that do not belong to me!"

He has never said this to anyone, and he couldn't hold back the first word, as if he was out of control. This kind of self-defeating and even dying tone made him instantly sink into a feeling of depression and irritability .

"I don't need your pity, and I don't need any charity! You go, before I go crazy, go!"

Ming Yuegui turned around twice in agitation, his wandering eyes fell on Qinghua's face, and then turned away quickly, his pupils were extremely dark, and the circles of his pupils gradually turned red.

"Go! You go!"

"You're all hypocrisy, what are you pretending to do! Don't you want to control me first because I'm going crazy!" He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "I tell you, don't even think about it! No one wants to control me! I I won't listen to you, and I won't listen to anyone!"

"Go! Go!!"

With blood surging, he was like a raging little beast trapped in a cage, spinning around in depression.

Qinghua was silent, staring down at the glass cup in Hui's hand, and when he felt that Mingyuegui had almost vented, he said softly: "Can you listen to me tell a story?"

He still had a smile when he spoke, a kind of gentle yet free-spirited smile, his gaze was no different from before, and there was no trace of condescension or compassion in Mingyuegui's imagination.

Plain, gentle, and with a bit of soliciting gaze, Ming Yuegui looked at these eyes and suddenly calmed down.

Maybe Qinghua has a calming temperament, it was like that last time, and this time is no exception.