After Xianjun lost his memory, Mozun just wanted to leave his husband

In the main hall, the two of them remained silent, and they didn't appear cramped in the silence, on the contrary, they vaguely seemed to be as idle as they should be.

Chu Shichao was having tea for the second time, and looked up at Yin Wanshen, and saw him leaning on the bamboo chair behind the desk, propping his chin in a drowsy state.

His beautiful slightly raised eyes were slightly closed, his red lips were tightly pursed, and his high black hair hung on his shoulders, with a few strands hanging down from time to time, covering his delicate side face.

Looking at this scene, a warm warmth surged up from the bottom of my heart, filling my entire chest.Chu Shichao had never felt this way before, so surprised that he forgot to put down the teapot and froze.

Suddenly, some never-before-seen memory fragments flashed through his mind, surrounded by a hazy white mist, and he couldn't see where they were in the memory, and he didn't know who was in the picture.

Chu Shi frowned, half of it was the surprise that he could recall the fragment, and the other half was the irritability of not being able to see the truth.

But a voice in the dark told him that these memories were all related to Yin Wanshen.

Yin Wanshen, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, was keenly aware of the floating of Chu Shichao's spiritual power, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his expression was worried, as if he had fallen into some kind of quagmire.

"Senior brother." Yin Wanshen walked over quickly, leaned close to him, resting his pale fingertips on Chu Shichao's pulse, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Chu Shichao held Yin Wanshen's hand behind his back, and slowly shook his head, "It's okay, I just..."

"Ok?"

Facing Yin Wanshen's anxious eyes, Chu Shichao straightened his messy temple hair for him, endured his headache, and said softly, "I just remembered something."

Yin Wanshen's eyes lit up, and she moved closer again, joyful from the bottom of her heart: "Really?!"

The good thing happened so suddenly that Yin Wanshen forgot how to restrain his emotions, and immersed himself in the joy that the Taoist companion was about to think of him.

Chu Shichao smiled bitterly: "Although I remember it, I can't see the picture of the characters clearly, and it seems that I haven't remembered anything."

Hearing this, the light in Yin Wansan's eyes did not diminish at all, she shook the hands they held, and said briskly: "So what, this is a good sign, maybe...maybe I will remember everything tomorrow! "

"Borrow auspicious words from A Yin." Chu Shichao said softly, looking at Yin Wanshen with deeper eyes.The person in front of him faded from the inaccessible coldness, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and even the sandalwood fragrance was stained with warmth, which made him want to get closer.

Sensing Chu Shichao's calm gaze, Yin Wanshen was also a little taken aback.He knew in his heart that with his current relationship with Chu Shichao, he should retreat, but his love for his Taoist companion made him unable to bear to let go and just wanted to go forward.

The eyes of the two met, Yin Wan's amber eyes flickered, and she stared at the silver lines on Chu Shichao's chest in a panic, not daring to look at him.

"A Yin." Chu Shi brushed his side face with his warm fingertips, rubbed/stroked his chin, and rubbed the soft and delicate earlobes.

Yin Wanshen was dizzy when he called "A Yin", her waist became weak, and the hand supporting Chu Shichao's side became weaker and weaker, as if she would fall into his arms the next moment.

He snorted softly, thinking that he really couldn't go on like this.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard Chu Wanqian's voice from outside the door. He panicked, his elbows trembled, he couldn't stabilize his body, and fell straight into Chu Shichao's arms.

Instead of pushing him away, Chu Shichao wrapped his wide palm around his waist and tied it in his arms.

Yin Wanshen: "..."

It seems that something is not quite right.

"Scared?" Chu Shichao hugged Yin Wanshen and whispered beside his face.

Yin Wanshen managed to maintain the last bit of coolness, "It's... not!"

He bent his knees against Chu Shichao's legs, and was about to get up when the door of the temple was pushed open.

"Brother!" Chu Wanqian happily pushed open the door, and was about to report to Chu Shichao the list of disciples who were going to the Flower Banquet. After seeing the scene inside the door, he couldn't close his mouth completely, and his eyes almost fell out. down.

He secretly scolded himself for not winking, why did he come in and why did he back out.He crouched outside the door with his head in his arms, playing the scene just now in a loop in his mind.

His brother!Chu Shichao!Put your hands on the demon's waist! !

Mozun!Kneel on his senior brother!

What are they going to do? !

Chu Wanqian sobbed in pain, wishing to clear his memory!He couldn't help but worry about whether he would be stabbed to death by his senior brother or Mozun just because he left the sect with his left foot when he set off for the Flower Banquet tomorrow!

After thinking wildly for a moment, the door of the carved palace behind him opened.

"Come in." Yin Wancan glanced at him, secretly laughing in his heart that Chu Wanqian was worthless.

Chu Wanqian shuddered when he heard the sound, as if Yin Wancan was a scourge.

He murmured and walked into the main hall.Watching the nose and the nose and the heart, not daring to look elsewhere.Limp-headed, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Chu Shichao poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him, and called out, "Wan Qian."

"Master...brother." Chu Wanqian laughed dryly.

Chu Wanqian: "..."

why am i laughing !

"Is there something wrong?" Chu Shichao didn't take it seriously, he was calm as if nothing had happened just now, and even had the leisure to look at Yin Wanshen who was flipping through the scrolls with his legs crossed on the bamboo chair.

When it came to business, Chu Wanqian calmed down a little, and took out a scroll from his sleeve, "This is the list of disciples drawn up by the suzerain."

Chu Shichao checked it carefully and put it away.

"The flower feast this time will not be peaceful." Chu Shichao said seriously, "Remember, disciples of the Chu Sect don't conflict with others."

"Yes." Chu Wanqian got up and saluted, "I will tell them when I get back."

Chu Shichao nodded, "We're leaving tomorrow, so go back and have a good rest to recharge your spirits."

Chu Wanqian wept bitterly, thinking that his spirit would not recover for a while, so he agreed, "If there is nothing else, I'll go back first. You...you continue."

As soon as the words were finished, Yin Wanshen chuckled suddenly in the empty hall.

Chu Wanqian was so frightened that he hurried away.

It wasn't until he left Chu Shichao's courtyard and returned to his dormitory that Chu Wanqian finally regained his composure.He slapped his forehead with a slap, hating himself for saying that!

"You're scaring Qianqian again." Chu Shichao got up, walked to the desk, took the scroll from Yin Wanshen's hand, and seemed to be reprimanding, but actually smiled.

"No way."

Chu Shichao shook his head helplessly, pressed Yin Wanshen who was about to get up, took out a good wooden box from his sleeve, and handed it to him, "See if you like it."

Yin Wanshen was suspicious, and opened the box as he said. He thought it was a gift from Chu Shichao, but unexpectedly it was his fan!

Chu Shichao took out the paper fan for him and unfolded it. The original blank fan had been matched with a picture of peach blossoms in the mountains.The color of the mountain is like a daisy, and the light-colored peach blossoms are not frivolous in it.There is no one character in the painting, but it is full of youthful spirit,

The black warm jade falling from the handle of the fan reflects it, adding a sense of calmness.

"How?" Chu Shichao took Yin Wanshen's hand and held the fan, "Can it match the fan given by the old man?"

His eyes drooped, staring at Yin Wanshen, his face was not obvious, and his words were full of secret rivalry.

Yin Wanshen waved his fan lightly, couldn't help laughing, where did he find an old friend!

"Yes!" He nodded, "An ordinary fan, paired with the painting of my brother, I'm afraid it will fly up in no time."

Chu Shichao laughed lowly, raised his hand and flicked Yin Wancan's forehead.

"Tomorrow's banquet, you have to follow me closely." Chu Shichao talked about business, his smile restrained half a bit.

"Okay." Yin Wanshen nodded, with a glint of obscurity in his eyes.Even though he replied like this, if Yuzong and the others really had other intentions, he would still find an excuse to leave.Although Yu Xiaotian has Zhan Sifang and others sitting in the town, it is not as good as when he was there.

Seeing his silence, Chu Shichao pressed his hand, "Don't worry."

Yin Wanshen pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't make a sound.

Early the next morning, some disciples of the Chu Sect left Cangbi Peak following Chu Shichao after finishing their team.

Several hours later, the flying magic weapon entered the realm of Yuzong.

The destination of their trip was an island in the Jade Sect. It was said that there was a secret realm that lived a hundred years ago on the island. There were countless beautiful treasures and heavenly spirit beasts in the secret realm.

And this time during the flower feast, the one who can hunt and kill this spirit beast is No.1.

There are many magic tools in the air, among which the flying magic weapon of Chu Zong is unique. After landing, the disciples of Yu Zong and Ming Zong immediately greeted it.

Yin Wancan followed behind Chu Shichao and caught sight of Yu Jixing.I haven't seen him for a long time, but he is still the same, but there is more sorrow and fatigue between his brows and eyes, and his eyes are not as bright as before.

Accompanying him was another young man whom Yin Wanshen had never seen before.

"Mr. Chengyuan." Yu Jixing saluted Chu Shichao, showing a rare familiarity, and the smile on his face was more sincere.Turning to Yin Wancan again, "Junior Brother Yin."

Yin Wancan brought Chu Wanqian and others to salute.

"This is the young master of Mingzong, Ming Shanzhu." Yu Jixing introduced.

Yin Wanshen took a look at Ming Shanzhu, the young man looked dignified and kind, but he was different from his father who fell with the wind.He saluted again, and they knew each other.

After exchanging pleasantries, it was inconvenient for them to be stuck here, so Yu Jixing personally sent them to the resting place.

Along the way, Yin Wan saw that although Yu Jixing was as talkative as before, but there was always fatigue lingering between his brows, she couldn't help but asked, "Senior Brother Yu, haven't you had a good rest recently?"

Yu Jixing paused for a moment, and smiled wryly, "I'm a little tired of making arrangements for the flower feast."

"Huh?" Yin Wanshen raised her eyebrows, "If that's the case, why don't you see anyone helping you?"

"Yan Jin is still recuperating," Yu Jixing said, "The suzerain is busy, so it's inconvenient to disturb her."

There is no fault in this sentence, but Yin Wanshen always feels that something is wrong.Yuyan Jincaobao can't help even if she is injured or not, and maybe the more she helps, the more help she gets.

As for Yu Liantian...

It is said that he doesn't care about world affairs, how can he be so busy?

Yin Wanshen walked away for a moment, not noticing that Yu Jixing looked embarrassed after he asked.

Chu Shichao got it all in his eyes.

After delivering the group of people, Yu Jixing left.

"Senior brother," Chu Wanqian looked at the decorations in the hall with a look of astonishment, "It is said that Yuzong is extravagant, and this year's flower feast is even more exaggerated than previous years!"

"Even the cup is gold! The plate is actually embedded with spirit pills!"

Yin Wanshen clicked her tongue, "Take it easy, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

Chu Wanqian: "..."

The other disciples did not dare to meet Yin Wancan face to face, and dragged the aggrieved Chu Wanqian aside.

"It's really extravagant." Yin Wancan was noncommittal, "It seems that the two schools of Yuming spent a lot of money."

Chu Shichao didn't make a sound, but stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking towards the direction of the secret realm, wondering what he was thinking.

"You also noticed something was wrong with Yu Ji Xing?" Yin Wancan lowered his voice and leaned against the window with his arms folded.

"En." Chu Shichao nodded, "He is very polite, and if there is no serious matter, it is absolutely impossible for him to show such an expression in front of outsiders."

Yin Wanshen didn't really know Yu Jixing well, so she nodded after hearing the words and stopped asking.

He also looked in the direction of the secret realm, took a sip of tea from a golden cup, and said casually: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. You will know when you enter the secret realm tomorrow."

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Chu Wanqian: I didn't mess with any of you!

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"Project to Save the Sick Husband [Transmigration Book]"

Copywriting: "After the young master of Xiang's mansion married into Prince Xuan's mansion, King Xuan, who is sick, can stand up!"

As soon as this news came out, the whole people were in an uproar from the deep palace to the common people.

I heard that the young master Yao Yushen is ugly and as stupid as a pig and dog. If he didn't match his horoscope, he wouldn't be worthy of King Xuan at all!

Looking at it now, they are a fool matched with a sick child, a match made in heaven!

Having seen enough jokes, at the annual Wanhua Festival, everyone saw King Xuan walking with a man as handsome as a fairy.

Behave intimately, like a fairy companion.

Everyone thought that this person was the new love that King Xuan was looking for, but they heard him cough and call that person softly: "Princess."

Crowd: ? ? ?

princess? !he? !

It looks ugly!

Liar isn't it? !

Once Yao Yushen became the short-lived concubine Xuan in the book, there was only one way to survive—to let Xuan Wang survive.

He is a liberal arts student, he can neither prick an needle nor dispense medicine, how can he be saved? !

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, Yao Yu looked deeply at the handsome King Xuan lying on the bed, his face was like an ancient pond, but his heart was overwhelmed.

Why did King Xuan have three big characters "death value" on his head? !

Yao Yu wanted to cry but had no tears, but the red eyes had another meaning in Qiu Jianghe's eyes.

Qiu Jianghe: "My king heard that the princess does not want to marry me."

Yao Yushen nodded and watched Qiu Jianghe's death value change from 95 to 96.

Ok?

Qiu Jianghe: "Do you want to leave?"

Yao Yushen nodded wildly, he doesn't want to be a man's wife!

As a result... the death value changed from 96 to 98.

What followed was that Qiu Jianghe's face turned blue and his breathing was difficult.

Yao Yushen:! ! !

"you……"

Yao Yushen interrupted Qiu Jianghe and blurted out: "I'm not leaving."

The voice fell, the death value: 94.

He didn't believe in evil, and said tentatively, "I'll leave tomorrow."

The death value slowly became 95.

Yao Yushen: ...

Take care of me, don't you? !

Later, Qiu Jianghe recovered from his illness and was no longer in danger of death, Yao Yushen was also ready to leave.

"Want to leave?" The handsome and strong man grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms forcefully.

"Today's love story, the princess hasn't said it to the king yet."

After a while, Yao Yushen looked at his belly getting bigger day by day,

Yao Yushen: I actually forgot that this is a QAQ for a child!

Edible Guidelines:

①1V1HE

②Love talker shou × love to listen to love talk gong

③Gong is really sick, and his body will recover later, xx is not a problem (can this be said!)

④ Zai Zai will appear later!