"Go, go, of course, how can my cousin not go? Haha! I want to go too!"

Duan Luo lowered his face and asked him, "Do you really want to go like this?"

The bamboo stick was happy, and he didn't notice that the master's face was cloudy, and nodded violently: "Mmmmmm......mm I've never dreamed of marrying a daughter-in-law!"

Shi Moyu smiled and said, "Okay, then take you." ”

Duan Luo suddenly scolded: "If you want to go, just get out of here! How old are you, you want to hook up with a little girl, do you want to be embarrassed!"

Bamboo Sticks was scolded very aggrieved.

He is more than three hundred years old.

Shi Moyu pouted: "The bamboo skewer is not small, it is like you, and I still don't know it." ”

Duan Luo was speechless, and was silent for a while before saying, "If you want to go, you two go, don't persuade me, I'm busy and I don't have time in the dark." ”

Wu Le is a god, but he adopted a bamboo immortal as a son, and in the eyes of those gods who think they are superior, Duan Luo, who is thin and unsmiling, is a bamboo essence, and they do not admit that cultivating in the heavenly realm is an immortal, so even the adopted son of a god in Wule is often ridiculed and excluded.

Outsiders look down on Duan Luo, and "family" also look down on him, Wu Le's brothers and sisters, cousins, and cousins don't like Duan Luo, he doesn't like to talk, his face is expressionless, his mouth is like a hard-pulled person into the iceberg, and he has white hair, which is very different among the younger generation. Of course, the most important point is because he is not their real relative, and he is also an immortal one level lower than them.

Even if they became the lord of the city, they were respectful to him on the surface, but they were still sneering behind the scenes.

Duan Luo didn't want to see their hypocritical faces, and he didn't want to see Wu Le show off like those people that he was the city lord.

How he managed to get to this nail-ridden seat, she knew best!

Bamboo Sticker said, "No one wants to persuade you" When he looked at the master's face, he hid behind Shi Mo Yu in a gray manner.

Those who know a bamboo are Mo Ruoa Zheng.

No matter how noble his status is, he can't hide the inferiority complex in his bones, he thinks that he can get rid of it by being adopted by the gods, but the "careful cultivation" of Wule makes his inferiority complex more and more intense.

She didn't want to go, seeing Wule's family, which made Azhu unhappy, just made her feel bad.

However, no matter what, Wu Yunbi is also Ah Zhu's cousin, and the cousin who is the city lord is not present on the grounds that he is busy, so it is not good for outsiders to know. What's more, they are not demons and monsters, what is there to be afraid of when they see them, just Azhu's identity scares them to death!

The things of the day after tomorrow don't have to worry about today.

Shi Moyu said, "Azhu, I'll go back." ”

Duan Luo didn't hold back: "Hmm." Then he went back to the back room.

Mo Yu had long been accustomed to it when he was like this, and pressed the jade bead the size of a mung bean on the guzheng pendant to leave.

Bamboo Sticks shrugged his shoulders, looked at the dishes on the table that did not move a few chopsticks, smacked his lips, hesitated for a while and finally couldn't resist the temptation, seeing that there were no extra chopsticks on the table, he quickly ran to the small kitchen to get a pair, sat down and feasted.

Duan Luo, who was in the room, listened to the fluttering sound, and thought to himself that this child was like a jumping monkey all day long, and he didn't care.

After working for an hour or so, I felt empty in my stomach, I remembered that the food didn't move much at all, but I didn't expect to go out and see, the plate was empty, the bowl was empty, the bamboo stick was leaning back on the chair, rubbing the stomach, and burping.

Seeing this scene, Duan Luo couldn't help but say two dirty words in his heart.

Bamboo Skewer was enjoying the wonderful and happy taste of eating delicious food, and he didn't see the master looking at him with a gloomy face.

Duan Luo was hungry and had a bad temper, so he scolded: "Go back to your room and sleep!"

Bamboo Sticks hurriedly got up, looked at Duan Luo blankly, and said later: "I'm sorry, city lord, I'll clean it up immediately." ”

Duan Luo said, "No need, you go to sleep." ”

The master commanded us to go east, but we could not go north.

Bamboo Sticks obediently walked out.

Duan Luo made a bowl of shrimp and kelp dragon beard noodles by himself, and after eating, he continued to work until two and a half o'clock before resting.

I can't sleep because of my worries.

He can't make Ah Zheng happy, how can he make Ah Zheng happy?

The turquoise bed curtain, the milky white bedding, the quilt exposes a white and tender foot, the ankle bone is slightly red due to the perennial cross-legged exercises, the rose red nails are smooth and round, the thumb to the little finger is stepped shaped, moved slightly, retracted into the quilt, after a while, the people in the quilt kicked the quilt down, a willow green pajamas were wrinkled, the black hair was spread on the jade pillow as if blown by the wind, one eye was closed, one eye was half-open, two hands were raised on the head, pouted, muttered something, and then shouted loudly: "Duan Luo ......"

Shi Mosheng, who was passing by the door, waited for a long time and couldn't hear the following, frowned and turned around, the man opposite was a little shorter than him, wearing a royal blue long robe, his face was like a crown of jade, and his temperament was elegant, it was Shi Moyun, the eldest young master of the Shi family.

"Big brother!" Shi Mo Sheng was startled.

"Passing by?"

Shi Moyun's tone of voice made Shi Mosheng a little displeased, "Does the eldest brother think I have other thoughts?"

Shi Mo Yun was not angry, and said in a gentle voice: "Mo Sheng, you can't go down with all day drinking, our lives are too long, we have to be accompanied by someone, marry a woman and stabilize it." ”

Life is short for a few decades, at most a hundred years, they are immortals for at least a thousand years, if there is no companion, how lonely and lonely it should be.

Shi Mosheng hooked his lips and smiled, making himself appear sincere: "Big brother is for my good, I know, I will think about this matter carefully." Shi Moyun looked at him uncomfortably. Shi Mosheng said with a hippie smile: "With my appearance and conditions, can I still die alone?"

"You and your eldest brother are honest, are you worried about ......?"

"No, no!" Shi Mo Sheng hurriedly denied.

Shi Moyun was silent for a while and said, "Do you know what day it is?"

Shi Mosheng thought for a moment: "Your birthday, sister-in-law's birthday, nephew's birthday? Anyway, it's not my birthday, it's not Mo Yu's birthday." ”

"I think you're confused! Today is the Moon Dance Festival. ”

The Moon Dance Festival is a biennial festival in Wule City, mainly for dancing, playing musical instruments, and also competing. Because the moonlight was shining, the moon of the instrument was changed to the moon.

This festival will have a theme, the year before it was "The Voice of the Moon, the Shadow of Dance", and this year it is "Moon Dance Zhaohua", which means the world of young people, living up to the meaning of youth.

The founder of the festival is martial music, on this day there will be women from all over the heavenly realm who can sing and dance, proficient in musical instrument performance, as well as men who can write and martial arts, gather in the city lord's mansion, play all night, will be reluctant to disperse, this is a good opportunity to make friends, but also a good time to find a soulmate, looking for love.

Shi Moyu remembered this day, as soon as he opened his eyes, two small pear vortices were revealed, and he got up in a flash, cleaned himself up, and went to find Duan Luo without eating.

When she arrived at Qingzhu Palace, Zhu Zhu'er told her that the city lord went to Wule Palace, and came back in a while, Shi Mo Yu was waiting in his room, leaning on the chaise longue, today's shoes were not very comfortable to wear, she kicked down, accidentally took off a sock, hung on her feet, she simply dragged it down, dragged the other one down, and laid it out and put it next to her.

About two quarters of an hour later, the sound of pushing the door came, Shi Mo Yu's right leg was placed on his left leg, his hands were placed behind his head, his neck was thrown back, lifted, his upper body was raised, and he fell, feeling that his neck, shoulders and stomach were very relaxed.

At this time, Duan Luo walked in, and he was not surprised to see her, Ah Zheng always appeared without experiencing it, and surprised him, he came over and pinched her feet, "You don't have shoes and socks to wear, what are you doing barefoot?"

Shi Mo was speechless, this person's way of caring for people is really different. Luckily, she understood.

"Aren't my feet beautiful?"

White and tender, shining, smooth and delicate, it is really not beautiful to describe, it can be said to be exquisite.

Duan Luo let go of his hand, looked for a long time, took a fluffy flower cloth and covered her, Shi Mo Yu picked it up, turned around a few times, and landed on the other foot, the canvas still did not stop, Duan Luo saw that she was having fun, and didn't care, and asked her why she came so early.

Shi Moyu sat up, pounced on him and hugged him, kissing and biting his ears, like a kitten sticking to him, Duan Luo is a man, at the beginning, he was serious and pushed her to say something unseemly and other high-sounding words, but in the end he couldn't parry, and bent his lips to accompany her to go crazy, but he could keep the bottom line.

After the trouble, Shi Mo Yu shouted that he was hungry.

Duan Luo said that she went to the small kitchen, and she followed, and she didn't wear shoes, she was barefoot, and she wasn't too cold.

Duan Luo stood on the board and cut celery, she watched from the side, asked east and west, Duan Luo ignored her, she kept grinding and chattering, until Duan Luo impatiently said "um", she didn't stop.

As long as it is spoken, monosyllabic is fine.

"How do you eat this celery?"

"How do you want to eat?"

"How do you do it, how I eat it. ”

"How you eat, how I do. ”

Shi Moyu smiled slightly: "Ang~ Then work hard for you to make dumplings, steam." ”

She doesn't like to eat watery things, and the celery-filled dumplings don't taste good when cooked.

"Good. ”

She didn't know anything about cooking, so she watched from the side, watching him busy, looking at his strong arms, looking at his way of making dumplings, he was very patient, small and delicate, with many and even folds.

Duan Luo's hands and feet were nimble, and he quickly wrapped a bamboo curtain with a diameter of fifteen inches, Shi Moyu wanted to light the fire, but he stopped her, saying that she was clumsy and unfamiliar with it and had to do it again, Shi Moyu could only go back to the house and wait.

A quarter of an hour later, Duan Luo walked in with two plates of dumplings, and then took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and a bowl of aged vinegar, both bowls were white, and the inside was ink flowers, painted with red flowers and green leaves at random, fresh and elegant, the bowl with vinegar was pure white, and there was a small golden fish outside.

Shi Moyu stood up, wiped the small beads of sweat from his forehead with his hands, and then sat down to eat dumplings.

"Ahh......h