The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

"Liuyuntang? What did he buy?" Yue Qinghui tapped on the table.

It doesn't matter to go to Liuyuntang to dispose of things, but Yue Qinghui doesn't know what else his master wants to buy, so he doesn't come to him for anything he wants, but buys it by himself.Although this is also the nature of the master, even though he knows it, Yue Qinghui still hopes that he can ask himself more and rely on himself more.

The woman hesitated a few times, and seemed a little more troubled on her face.

After listening to what she explained, Yueqing Huiben clasped her fingers lightly on the side of the table tightly, and the wood had cracks, as if it was fragile and vulnerable to a blow, and the cracking sound was also caused by Mo Yuan's scalp hair. numb.

However, Yue Qinghui's expression didn't change much. A deadly silence froze in the whole space. He didn't know how long the silence lasted before he heard him say again: "How is that child now?"

Mo Yuan hurriedly replied: "It's still obedient. According to the palace master's will, I will send her back to the palace to take care of her, so that she will have no worries about food and clothing."

Yueqing Hui said in a deep voice: "We'll talk about it another day, leave her behind."

Mo Yuan's doubts were even greater, the palace lord didn't know the reason, and kept entrusting someone to raise the girl.Mo Yuan would often take on this task of looking after her, and it was considered to be watching her grow up. After a long time, she would not lose any affection, so she would describe the little girl's misdeeds as lightly as possible when reporting.

In this matter, she couldn't figure out the wishes of the palace lord, it was neither relative nor old, so how could the palace lord be willing to raise an extra burden, but when it comes to taking care of the child, the palace lord's avoidance and dislike of the child did not seem to be fake.

To throw that girl to live in a stable place, the Gong family supported by them is a good choice, but now it has been delayed again.The little girl is a troublemaker, these days under the eyes of the palace lord, she finally hides her hands and tail and shrinks back. Mo Yuan is afraid that she is used to troublesome days and will touch the palace lord.

Seeing that she was about to send her away, now that the palace lord said to change the date, Mo Yuan had no choice but to obey, hoping that the little girl would continue to be obedient.

"You don't need to intervene in this matter, I have my own discretion, just step down."

Mo Yuan calmed down, closed her eyes and bowed, and took her leave respectfully.

Yueqing Hui rubbed his knuckles and called out, "Tianyuan."

Suddenly there were many figures in the empty hall.

"Then I will trouble you. If he goes out again, where he has been, what he has said... whomever he has contacted, everything in detail, I will know. He has grown in cultivation recently, and he will not be unfamiliar with you. Proceed with caution."

"It's fine if I'm here, why does the master keep the little girl?"

"Always borrow someone who can talk to him...I heard that they get along well." The person in the seat sneered a few times.

"Ji Fuxiang, almost became his marriage partner, can it be okay, even since he reappeared in this world, the first person he saw was her, I helped her reincarnate, and kept her soul, really, not bad. "

The following words were almost squeezed out between teeth, Tian Yuan hesitated a little: "Zhenjun Lingsi has never met too many people, how does the master know what his intentions are? Could it be a whim."

Yue Qinghui exhaled, rubbed the center of his brows: "You are right, then observe for another two days."

Two days later, Yueqing Huizhi wrinkled the letter paper in front of him.

"Magpie Bridge Pavilion...Luanfeng Hall."

Tian Yuan once discussed this matter with Wu Qiu, but now he had no choice but to persuade him: "Master, if it's really what you think, will Zhenjun be..."

Yue Qinghui spread out the scar again, but it was not smooth no matter what, she lowered her eyes and spoke calmly, as if she was describing a simple truth.

"Now I bully him, put him under house arrest, and control him. It's not that I never thought of tying him up for the rest of my life. If this matter falls on others, who can be willing, let alone Xiangong Ling. No matter how tolerant he is to me right now Rang, he just treats me as his little apprentice in the past, and when he is full-fledged and able to rely on his own strength, he will often ask me for advice."

There was a coldness in the deep eyes. "...Are you forcing me to destroy him?"

"Master!" Tian Yuan frowned, full of disapproval.

Yueqing Huifang pulled the corners of his lips as if returning to his senses, "There won't be that day... I won't let this kind of thing happen again."

……

Xiangong Ling came back before sunset, but somehow felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Yue Qinghui bent his eyebrows at him, and he always felt that those eyes that were as bright as spring water were drowning in brilliance, which was the sharpness of the blade.

Subconsciously, there was a chill down his spine, and he was covered by a warm embrace again, as if the coldness was his illusion, and the soft words of this person were still in his ears.

"Where did Master go, why did he come back so late?"

Xian Gongling silently looked at the sun still hanging in the sky, and chose to remain silent.

Seeing that he really didn't confess, Yue Qinghui used force unconsciously, Xiangong Ling looked back at him suspiciously, but the latter still looked impeccable.

On the side of the door, I saw a small figure timidly showing half of its head, eyes full of curiosity and fear, looking here.

Recognizing who it was, Xiangong Ling pushed the person in front of him aside and walked over in a few steps, oblivious to the situation of the person he left behind.

"Why are you here?" He asked with downcast eyes.

The little girl started to tremble for some reason, Xiangong Ling thought she was being abrupt, so she took a step back, Yue Qinghui came over at some point, and said: "I asked her to stay here."

Xiangong Ling was slightly taken aback, "You actually know each other?"

Yueqing Huiying is ambiguous.

The little girl seemed to have been stimulated when Yue Qinghui approached, she let go of the door and hid behind Xiangong Ling.

Xiangong Ling was surprised, it was the first time he saw someone who was not afraid of him, but afraid of leaving the string.

"Release." There was only a cold voice.

The little girl trembled, then let go tremblingly, looked down at her toes, she was so obedient.

Xiangong Ling felt pity, and said to Yue Qinghui: "She doesn't know anything, don't scare her."

Yueqing Hui's eyes turned cold, "Why, does this make you feel distressed?"

Xiangong Ling frowned, "Why are you fussing with a child?"

"Child?" Yue Qinghui glanced contemptuously at the person hiding behind him, "I'm not young anymore, I think she's really weird."

The little girl trembled even more in an instant, Xiangong Ling looked back, touched her head, saw her teary eyes were about to cry, and dared not speak out as if afraid, it was too much to bear.

Yue Qinghui's expression darkened, the clouds were overcast, and he quit immediately. He pulled Xiangongling's hand away, as if he had her but no self.

It was rare to see him being impulsive and overreacting, so Xiangong Ling glanced at him and discussed, "You have to ask clearly before letting her go?"

Yue Qinghui loosened the grip on him little by little, but his face was not as willing as the movement, he turned his back abruptly, and said in a low voice: "Master wants to keep her, it's up to the master, how long will it be?" good."

After all, he flung his sleeves and left.

When he disappeared from sight, the child hiding behind Xiangong Ling seemed to slow down a lot, hesitantly took a step back, and then looked at Xiangong Ling with the same vigilance.

"Why are you here... Fuxiang?"

When her name was called, the girl showed a bit of surprise, and asked suspiciously: "...how do you know me, my name?"

"We've met before." Qian Mou stared at her, as if she didn't intend to explain further.

The little girl began to think about it carefully, she seemed to have forgotten her fear, she kept staring at him, and then hesitantly called out: "...Big brother?"

Xiangong Ling nodded slightly.

The girl still had tears in her eyes, but her eyes were shining brightly and she raised the corners of her mouth. At this moment, her expression seemed to be crying but not smiling.

"Sister Mo Yuan brought me here, but she didn't tell me that that person was there too..."

that person?

Seeing her reaction, most likely she said Li Xian, Xiangong Ling couldn't help asking her strangely: "He's fine, why are you so scared?"

"He...scary..." The little girl murmured softly, and finally lowered her head again with her mouth curled up.

Xiangong Ling had no choice but to avoid this topic, "When will your sister pick you up?"

Fu Xiang shook her head.

"Forget it, you're here for the time being..." He paused for a while, and pointed to the room next to him, "Let's rest there, there's no one in that room."

Xian Gongling took her to the room, saw that she was still depressed, and said: "Be at ease, with me here, nothing will happen to you, I will tell you when I have news about your sister."

Fu Xiang nodded, and quickly raised her head to look at him, "...Thank you big brother."

Xiangong Ling curled the corners of her lips slightly, closed the door, and when she returned to her room, Gu Zi poured a cup of tea and handed it over. "relieve inflammation."

Yue Qinghui stood aside, still not showing a good face, so Xiangong Ling put the tea on the table, and she was going to go back to practice in bed.

"The yard is so big, why is it my room?"

"Isn't this your room?" Xiangongling paused, looked back at him, and explained: "The other places are a bit remote and inappropriate."

"It's all mine." Yue Qinghui stood up and took a few steps forward to hold his hand. "Since she occupied my room and made me unable to rest, Master should not even think about practicing."

Xiangong Ling couldn't help but think: I haven't seen you use that room before, when did you not have to squeeze into one room?

This time, they were lying on the couch together as usual. In the past, Yueqing Hui was looking for words, but now he is silent, and Xiangong Ling doesn't know what to say, but the two sides are speechless, and the silence is awkward.

Yue Qinghui left in the middle of the night. Even though his movements were extremely light, Xiangong Ling opened his eyes after he closed the door, and only looked at the door after his breath disappeared completely. It's time to go.

Maybe it's because he's been out a lot in the past few days, but he never thought that, the next day, Silver Key found Qingzhu Peak... To be precise, it was Yinyao.

He carried a pot of peach blossom wine, showing that he came prepared, and when he saw Xiangong Ling, he didn't ask anything else, and pointed his finger under the plum tree, and the two sat down to drink in a very tacit understanding.

This was the first time Xiangong Ling drank wine after returning, and the discomfort in his throat was a little subtle, but fortunately, the mellow brewed wine slid down his throat, and the pungent taste was overwhelmed by the fragrance and goodness, and he soon got used to enjoying it.

Yin Yao laughed and said, "How can Gong Ling thank the altar that has been buried for nearly a hundred years?"

Xiangong Ling stroked the rim of the cup, as if pondering. "...Drink three cups in a row?"

"I've heard that Gong Ling doesn't get drunk with a thousand cups, so it's cheap."

"How about that?"

I saw a wine jar that was slightly smaller than the one on the table shaken by his hand. Yin Yao put the wine on the table, and with a crisp touch, he lifted his hand, and the garden was full of peach fragrance. The slightly astringent taste blends into a fascinating strangeness.