"Huh?" Cen Xiyan heard Mo Xianyun call her name, so she answered and looked up at him.

Mo Xianyun hooked the corners of his lips and smiled playfully, "Want to drink?" ”

Cen Xiyan saw such a smile on Mo Xianyun's face, and immediately became vigilant, "What? ”

Mo Xianyun took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "Xiyan, what you just drank is medicinal porridge, which is against wine, tonight, don't drink alcohol." ”

"......" Cen Xiyan suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this, and his heart was depressed.

Mo Xianyun stretched out his hand, patted Cen Xiyan's head again as if reassuringly, and said softly: "Strange, obedient." ”

Cen Xiyan slapped Mo Xianyun's claws away and said depressedly, "You did it on purpose, right?!" ”

What a cruel thing it is for a good drinker to come to a tavern and smell the wine, but not drink!

Mo Xianyun sighed and said, "Xiyan, you should know that I am for your good......"

When he spoke, he deliberately carried some just the right amount of helplessness, tolerance, and misunderstood grievances on his face.

Although he knew that this man had a very dark belly and showed such an expression, he deliberately showed it to her, but Cen Xiyan still couldn't bear to dwell on this topic anymore, and finally only said sullenly, "Forget it, if you don't drink, you won't drink." ”

The corners of Mo Xianyun's lips rose, and he suddenly hooked up a perfect arc.

Staying in the tavern but not being able to drink was too torturous for the drinker, and Cen Xiyan couldn't sit still, so he offered to go home.

Although Mo Xianyun was reluctant to part with Cen Xiyan, it was indeed not early now, so he nodded in agreement, and the two left the tavern together.

Tonight, when Mo Xianyun arrived near the Qian Family Tavern, he sent him back, and did not let him wait at the corner of the street in a hurry, because he wanted to walk back slowly with Cen Xiyan.

Sure enough, after leaving the tavern, Mo Xianyun grabbed Cen Xiyan's hand, took her, and walked in the direction of the two mansions.

There was no light work, the two just held hands, strolled leisurely, no one spoke, and experienced this quiet cold night.

Late at night, dark alleys, pitch black everywhere, such a strange scene, but let the two of them walk out of a warm and romantic meaning.

The Qian Family Tavern is not far from the Rui Wang's Mansion and the Cen Mansion, no matter how slow the speed is, it doesn't take long to walk, and it is outside the courtyard wall adjacent to the two mansions.

The two stopped, Mo Xianyun turned sideways, faced Cen Xiyan, reached out to hold her face, kissed her forehead, nose, and lips, and then said softly: "Go in." ”

"Hmm." Cen Xiyan nodded, but stood still.

"Go ahead, I'll watch you go in." Mo Xianyun said again.

"Hmm." Cen Xiyan replied again, this time moving.

As soon as she mentioned the dantian, she tiptoed the ground, and climbed over the courtyard wall of Cen Mansion lightly and dexterously.

Mo Xianyun saw her climb over the courtyard wall, then he also nodded on tiptoe, jumped on the wall separating the two mansions, he stood quietly, looked at the slender figure, flew up to the second floor of Jinglan Pavilion, skillfully opened the window, and flashed into the house.

The window had been gently closed, and Mo Xianyun stood on the wall for a moment before jumping lightly and entering the courtyard of his mansion.

In the morning, after dinner, when Cen Xiyan brought the house of medicinal porridge Yingxue, Yingxue was pleasantly surprised, and then asked suspiciously: "Miss, where did you get the recipe?" It's so complicated! ”

"Oh, I saw it in an idle book." Cen Xiyan said a perfunctory sentence casually, and then hurriedly sent her away: "You go to study and study, and make it for me to eat at night." ”

"Oh, okay." Yingxue really didn't bother to ask, and walked towards the kitchen.

The recipe was not the original recipe, it was another copy by Cen Xiyan, which saved the handwriting from doubting.