Everyone owes me a favor

When Feng Rugu came in holding the dowry box, her mother-in-law had just left with a heart full of pity.

For example, the book is clean, after twisting the face, the face is more clean and the contours are much softer.

Feng Ruyi couldn't hold back his hand to touch it, but Ruyi turned his head away.

He frowned: "Be respectful and don't touch your hands."

Feng Ruyu jumped onto the stage: "Feng Er's temperament is hard to change, if you want to change, you have to reincarnate."

He is very suitable for red clothes, stepping on the edge of the mahogany chair where he is sitting, the toes are just stepping on the gap between his legs, swaying his body and feet frivolously, like a lonely dragon and phoenix red candle, both bright and beautiful, And keen to burn himself into a flame.

Ruyi's eyes were slightly warmed by his red clothes, and he reluctantly said: "If you want to draw, hurry up."

"Okay, let's stop making trouble." Feng Rugu jumped off the table, "My wife is in a hurry."

Ru Yi glanced at him, neither admitting nor denying it.

Feng Ruyuan took advantage of the time when he was putting on makeup to look at him carefully, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

He still remembers how You Hongchen looked like when he was a child, writing quietly, practicing sword seriously, and how he invited himself to see his own flowers: "Father, the flowers I planted are blooming, I will take you to see them."

At that time, Feng Rugu heard his greeting and walked to his side, only to find that his eyes were closed and he stretched out his hand obediently, waiting for someone to hold him. He immediately relented, held his hand, and asked, "Why are you closing your eyes?"

"I only saw one." Xiao Hongchen said softly, "But I know, that clump is all in bloom. I'm not willing to look at it. The best things should be given to my adoptive father at first sight."

Feng Ruyuan hugged the obedient and silly boy high, and went to see flowers with him.

But facing this face, Feng Rugu found that the face in his memory was blurred, only the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him remained.

Stubborn, indifferent, with ice on the outside and fire on the inside, it's very funny, and the occasional refusal and love for him makes him can't help being funny, but also soft-hearted.

Ever since his parents died, Feng Rugu avoided making people fall in love with him. He didn't have a lot of emotions, and kept them in a box with treasure. When others saw him laugh, cry, and scold him, they felt that he was alive. Full of emotions, it looks like madness, only Feng Rugu knows that his madness is because he never takes it seriously.

Unless he is sure that he can give this person happiness for the rest of his life, he will give his feelings all the way.

Ruyi was his only mistake.

Feng Rugu was still young at that time, and he didn't know how many disasters he would have in the future.

And because Feng Rugu, who is used to giving affection stingily, still can't give him anything now.

He was quite distressed.

He is indeed somewhat inexplicably attracted to Ruyi, but he is very sensitive to his own emotions. Once he finds out, he immediately controls this emotion and keeps it secret.

But now, looking at this face up close, Feng Ruyuan knew that he was a little short of energy and blood again.

He had no choice but to lower his long eyelashes while choosing the color of his eyebrows, and let out a little bit of steam from his nasal cavity.

Seeing that he is proficient in applying makeup, he felt displeased: "Mr. Yunzhong is really good at this way, but the poor monk underestimated him."

Feng Rugu: "I practiced with Fuchun. I practiced for more than a year, and I got tired of it, so I stopped playing."

Ruyi: "What's the use of practicing this?"

Feng Rugu: "If you stay at home for ten years, you don't have to go anywhere. You will naturally find something to entertain yourself."

Ruyi was covered with a thin layer of lip makeup, her lips were bright red, and the end of her eyes was even tinged with red, making her look even more pitiful and cute.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Feng Ruyu: "If you have any questions, just ask."

Ruyi: "I have no problem."

Feng Ruyu: "Okay. No, no."

Ruyi: "..."

Ruyi: "..."

Ruyi couldn't bear it anymore: "...Why did you suddenly merge with Ms. Wensan Wenshi in the first place?"

That woman did not agree with him in temperament, appearance, and aspirations. Her father, Wen Runjin, taught and accepted the Demon Dao in private. After all, as one of the three immortals of Fengling, why did Feng Rugu marry a writer who was far inferior to him?

Feng Ruyu kept a secret: "Guess?"

Ruyi: "A whim?"

Feng still didn't answer.

"Don't have any plans?"

Feng Ruyu didn't answer either.

"Or, you already knew all kinds of carbuncles in the Wen family, and wanted to use this to thoroughly investigate the affairs of the Wen family?"

Feng Ruyu: "Shut your mouth."

Ruyi: "..." Slowly shut up.

Feng Rugu put a second layer of makeup on his lips, and said flatly, "I'm sorry for her. If I didn't marry her, Tang Swordsman wouldn't find a way to kill her, and she wouldn't die in vain."

The Tang swordsman who spent half a month painting and sealing the letter with a bloody pen had prepared for years, singled out him to find a Taoist partner, and then made a knot with his fiancée's head to lure him down the mountain.

But this still doesn't answer the same question.

Ruyi saw that he didn't want to answer, so he simply handed himself over to him, and let him toss about on his dull canvas, watching himself in the mirror become a little bit less like himself, Ruyi tilted his head slightly, It's rare that I have time to look at my face carefully.

Ruben hated his own appearance.

Because of his appearance, he became the head of the sacrifices. When others died, he was still alive in numbness.

Later, his adoptive father stuffed a new soul into his little body, and when he gradually grew to the age of knowing beauty and ugliness, he entered Hanshan Temple.

Among Buddhism, "phase" is the most useless.

Because of his good looks, before he entered the Discipline Academy, he washed clothes in the creek in the temple, and was ridiculed by some lay monks that he should go to the nunnery. In this way, it is really violent to be born a man.

Of course, they all lay in a mess in the mountain stream afterwards.

Ruyi continued to squat on the bank and scrubbed his little monk's robe, wiped off the pale blood splashed on the corners of his lips, mixed the blood into the mountain stream, and let the water wash away.

It was the first time in Ruyi's life that he knew what masculinity was, and it only made him feel sick.

Feng Ruyuan treated him so intimately and ambiguously at the beginning, and he was extremely conflicted because of this.

Who would have thought that he had fallen under such a strange curse as the Love Jade, as for Si...

On the other side, Feng Rugu was painting Ruyi's eyebrows. His eyebrows were very long, and their shape was sparse and suitable. After a few sweeps, they looked like distant mountains.

Feng Ruyuan held his face in his hands, looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt satisfied. Apart from being satisfied, he was also a little touched: "My young man with red makeup is really good-looking."

...does it look good?

Ru Yi looked into the mirror and saw a face of peach blossoms. He was startled and felt uncomfortable all over. He instinctively wanted to wipe off the lip makeup or the too delicate eye makeup. thought.

Maybe he likes my face better?

Ruyi looked at himself in the mirror and felt that he could like his face a little more.

He fell into a daze, and after a while, realizing the daze, he became angry again inexplicably.

He knows that his heart is not pure, it is difficult to leave the world of mortals, he is not a person under the bodhi tree, but he can't even restrain his own heart, it's really ridiculous!

Feng Ruzhi laughed out loud, and threw away a peacock feather fan that covered his face.

Ruyi thought about all the connections between sentient beings and Feng Ruyuan, turned back to catch the fan without making a sound, quietly grasped the handle of the fan made of bamboo bones, and tightly held the only bit of Feng Ruyuan's body temperature left on it.

The so-called ten miles of red makeup, sincerity does not deceive others.

Even Luo Fuchun didn't know that the things they gathered from all over the place these days would be used so vividly by his master.

What's more, they still have Chang Boning.

With Chang Boning, there will be a sea of ​​flowers every day.

In Plum Blossom Town, durians were in full bloom overnight, as red as clouds, dyeing the entire town into a beautiful picture scroll.

The petals of pomegranates are sprinkled all over the street, and the long street is like a golden-red brocade falling from the sky, spreading out lavishly, which is the golden world and the life of tea brocade.

A bee landed on the back of Feng Rugu's hand, which was slightly scented with flowers, and flew away with buzzing wings.

When had I seen such a grandiose wedding ceremony in the town, I was stunned for a moment, and crowded together to watch the excitement.

Feng Ruyuan didn't care whether the people in Meihua Town saw their wedding procession as a funeral, he just kept acting out the farce, showing it to the puppet, and acting it out for himself.

He wants to have a carnival, he wants to be happy, he wants to have fun in this lively and fiery place.

Thinking like this, Feng Ruyuan turned his head to look in the direction of the sedan chair, the red curtain embroidered with phoenix flickered, faintly revealing the figure in red makeup.

When looking at flowers, people, and red colors all over the street, he smiled flamboyantly.

Only when he looked at the sedan chair, there was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

He paid his respects and ate wine, unaware that even the backs of the hands of the people around him who covered their faces with peacock feather fans turned pink from shame.

As a daughter's family, being watched and coaxed by people like this is like the first time I have experienced it. There is a lot of noise in the ears, and the fan is even more sore. It is like a torture, and she is led to worship in a daze and get married.

He didn't think it was a big life event, but he was unhappy.

It wasn't until Xi Po took her into the house to wait for her husband, put the hijab on her head, and closed the door to block out all the sound, that Ruyi felt a little more relaxed, and didn't want to talk to anyone, just sat by the bed and quietly chanted sutras with her eyes down, With all of today's homework, by the way, wait for Feng Ruyu to come back.

He held the apple that Xi Po gave him in his right palm, and in the sleeve of his left hand was the comb written with ugly words such as "Qianjin" and "Spring Night". He stroked the texture on it carefully, feeling dirty. Dirty and reluctant to throw away.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened with a creak.

The noise from outside the door poured in, but was blocked by the door again.

The visitor didn't bring those messy and unfamiliar guests into the bridal chamber, and he didn't say any idiots that would make people smoke. He just stood in front of Ruyi and handed him an orange.

Ruyi raised his eyes.

Feng Ruyuan looked at him with a smile on his face. He was dressed in a red dress, which was so red that it looked like it was about to burn, and it was so hot that if he took one look at him, he hurriedly looked away.

If you think about it, it's not important to be sealed as before, he hasn't finished reading the Hinayana Buddhist scriptures, no one can mess with his mind.

However, before he could clean up his messy mood, a pair of slightly cold hands supported his chest, and grasped it vigorously. The palms were as warm as ice, and he shivered from the cold.

Ruyi trembled, grabbed his hand that was doing evil, restrained his movements, but did not give up his strength, so he had to warn: "...Feng Ruyu, you are drunk."

The person who came did not make a sound, sat quietly beside him, and stroked his long hair, but the other hand slipped down softly and bonelessly, and the fingertips fell on the long red dress, caressing Finally, I felt that the heat was up and I could prepare the bridal chamber, so I slid in and held it tenderly——

What followed was supposed to be a delicate, seductive and affectionate bridal chamber, but at the next moment, the visitor's expression became extremely indescribable, and he looked at Ruyi inconceivably.

How do you have...? !

At the same time, Ru Yi's thoughts were like lightning, he turned over and rolled over, and turned the monster with the face that had been sealed as usual under his body. In the midst of embarrassment, evil thoughts grew in his heart, just wanting to put his imitated painted skin Rip it off and destroy it completely.

"--Who are you?!"