It's rare to boast about yourself.

She didn't wake up, he just obediently lay beside her and didn't get up, in this sixteen years, he had figured out the time of his master's work, he calculated the time, estimated that before she woke up, he stretched out his hand and tore his clothes.

This is the most chicken and dog jumping morning since the completion of the Ningxi Palace.

She slowly opened her eyes, and then she heard a familiar male voice next to her ear: "Awake? ”

Even if she didn't open her eyes, she could hear that this was her own apprentice's voice, but why was he lying in front of her with a smile on the corner of his lips?

"How can you be in the bed of the teacher?"

She asked.

Seeing her ask like this, Sheng Chang'an's eyes were dyed with a trace of grievance, and he gently pursed his mouth: "The master is pulling the apprentice and not letting him go..."

Rong Zhiwei was shocked, sat up from the bed, looked at him and said decisively: "This seat will never be like this!" ”

Pulling him and not letting him go, how could it be that she would do it, she was already used to being alone, didn't she.

"But it's true!"

Sheng Chang'an, who was sitting in front of her, pointed to her ripped messy clothes, revealing half of her chest, and then pointed to the red hairband wrapped around her wrist: "Didn't Shizun forget how excessive he did to his apprentice last night..."

Rong Zhiwei looked down at the red hairband wrapped around her wrist, raised her eyes to him suspiciously, and remembered the kiss last night, her face turned red for a moment.

She untied the headband around her wrist and threw it to him: "Get out!" ”

Since that day, she has not worn her own veil, Sheng Changan loves her master more and more, if she plays chess, he will sit opposite her and play with her; If she plucks the harp, he sits before her and listens to her. If she wielded a sword on a whim, he would sit and watch her.

Whenever she raised her head and looked at him, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked with a smile in her eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.

For a whole day, except when she went into the Qingxi Pool to bathe, he stayed by her side.

Rong Zhiwei, who was soaking in the Qingxi Pool, sighed, and was finally able to escape Sheng Changan's scorching gaze for a while, obviously she didn't take the initiative, why was she so shy!! This master is really incompetent, how can he be half drunk and tempted by the beauty of his apprentice's prosperous life.

Shizun said that she was red and bad, and according to her, it was not only red and blue that was troubled!

That night, I could have pushed him away!

Secretly annoyed for a long time, she got dressed and walked out of the Qingxi Pool.

The more she tried to avoid his sight, the more he had to get in.

Rong Zhiwei just walked into the Ning Xi Palace, Sheng Changan came out of nowhere, hugged her directly from behind, and when a touch of red grabbed her waist, Rong Zhiwei froze in place.

"Master."

He whispered in her ear.

"Do you know what you're doing?" She shuddered slightly, forced herself to steady herself, and said in a cold voice.

But in front of him, his voice was no longer cold, and his words were still faint.

A young man's chuckle sounded in his ears: "Of course the apprentice knows, how can a person as thoughtful and exquisite as Shizun not know what the apprentice is thinking." ”

She was silent for two seconds, and then opened her mouth to try to correct the master-apprentice relationship between the two: "This seat is your master. ”

"So what?" Since that night, the apprentice of his prosperous and beautiful face seems to be full of sultry attribute points, and his voice is sultry: "As the saying goes, it is better to destroy ten temples than to break up a marriage, and no one stipulates that master and apprentice are not allowed to become Taoist couples, right?" ”

Rong Zhiwei struggled, came out of his arms, and looked into his eyes: "You are getting more and more inches, is it because the teacher has not punished you recently?" ”

His eyes were full of seriousness: "You won't." ”

"I..."

I didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"Huh?" The smile on his lips widened.

Rong Zhiwei frowned slightly and turned to leave.

He said silently in his heart: He is his own apprentice, he was raised by himself, and he will never like him.

Sit in your study and open a book in your hand.

He is his own apprentice, he is his own apprentice, he was raised by himself, he doesn't like it...

For a long time, a book was not turned a page, and it stopped at the page that was originally turned to it.

She couldn't sit still at all and read a book.

As long as I stopped and tried to look, what came to my mind was the two people sitting on the Moon Pavilion on the night of the moonlit night.

Lingering.

An hour later, Rong Zhiwei got up, threw the book in her hand at her feet, and walked out of the study with red ears.

It's because he was raised by himself, so she knows exactly what he's thinking and what he wants to do!

Some things, like drugs, are hard to turn back once you start with a start.

For example, Rong Zhiwei and Sheng Changan.

As soon as she stepped out of her study, she saw Sheng Chang'an, who was leaning against the wall with a wide open collar, winking at her with a pair of bewildering peach blossom eyes and licking her lips.

The red clothes made his skin fairer, and there was no trace of the original wound on his face.

Rong Zhiwei's heart palpitated, the white light flashed in her hand, and the fan in the storage ring was already unfolded in her hand, and the blade of the fan was glowing with cold light.

Without even thinking about it, she stepped forward and swung the blade of her hand at the man who had upset her.

Sheng Changan dodged, saw the sorrow in her eyes, and said with a smile: "The master warned the apprentice earlier, whether it is a competition or a fight, if the heart is not quiet, you will lose. ”

In just a few moves, he snatched the fan from her hand empty-handed, and after throwing it aside, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and pressed her against the wall, bullying her.

"Now it seems that it is really right."

"Sheng Chang'an!" It was the first time she had called him in such a heavy tone.

"I'm here."

The other hand touched her cheek.

"Hmm!"

As the voice fell, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

It's not that I can't break free, but I don't want to break free.

For a moment, she also wanted to indulge in this indulgent tenderness, and did not want to go back to the days when she had been lonely for nearly a hundred years.

But no.

She struggled to push him away, shame and anger stained her cheeks, and after glaring at Sheng Chang'an, she walked quickly into her bedroom and closed the door.

The rest of Sheng Changan was alone, turned around and leaned against the wall, slowly slipped down and sat on the ground, he reached out and pressed his temples, there was no brilliance in his beautiful eyes, even the tears at the end of his eyes were dimmed, and the whole person seemed to be drained of his soul, lifeless.

For three days, she spent most of her time in her bedroom or study, and Sheng Changan was too, and the two did not see each other again.

The autumn night breeze blew in through her window and swept through her heart.

Occasionally, she would lie on the bed with a blanket, missing the warm embrace.