The referees were all in the same hurry, and rushed to the hall and then to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, the door panel had been closed tightly and was tightly resisted. "I just saw the cockroaches, nothing else! I command you to step back 50 feet at once! ”

The person who resisted the door panel was Hou Cong himself. The three "hairs" let out a sigh of relief and relieved themselves. Whose family is worried, Changkong is worried about his sister, and shouted anxiously: "White! How are you, white? Promise my brother! ”

"Brother, I'm good!"

Bai Yi also spoke, and Hou Cong was fine. Although the referees couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in this bedroom, they still obeyed the order and went back to continue chatting.

The scene in the bedroom has an eerie beauty. Slender and beautiful white, holding a puppet doll almost half her size, stood on the ground. The doll is so similar to her, with cold eyes and fragile lines of the nose and lips, all together, bewitching people's hearts. The black hair in white fell long down to the puppet's forehead.

Bai Yi looked at the puppet, and then looked at Hou Cong, "Eldest prince, I have already seen it during the day, and you are still hiding." Is there anything wrong with this? ”

"This, of course not. This is normal. Hou Cong tried to get the puppet back, but he forgot that Bai Yi's skills were far above him, and he couldn't get it at all, so he had to give up with dignity. So, this terrifying beauty did not end, Bai Yi was still holding a doll that was almost exactly the same as her, and the two small faces complemented each other. She questioned Hou Cong: "Eldest son, this is me, right?" ”

"Hahaha," Hou Cong used a string of fake smiles, so fake that the white clothes frowned, "How is it possible, why should I put you on the bed?" ”

Bai Yi turned the puppet doll over, and on the back, there were three one-inch square, flowing books: Little Baiyi.

Hou Cong felt his scalp tingle. "I also know it's not good to lie. But I'm afraid you'll tell your brother. ”

"Afraid my brother will laugh at you? That's not a good thing. Bai Yi nodded frequently, as if he understood something.

Hou Cong hurriedly waved his hand: "Of course not!" In short, this is indeed you. I can't say that it's really you, it's 9-year-old you. You who beat me during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I remind myself every day not to forget failure, to make persistent efforts, to lie down and taste courage, to practice literature and martial arts, it is similar to the tablet in the ancestral hall, the saint statue in the academy, it is used to face her every day, swearing. Actually, she really isn't you, and it has nothing to do with you. The little white coat represents a piece of my own past. Look, I didn't forget about you! I didn't know you for a few days! Anyway, you better give me back the little white clothes! ”

Bai Yi held the doll in front of him and sniffed, "This is the smell of you, you are still lying!" What is used to swear, you are used to sleep at night with hugging. ”

Hou Cong took a deep breath, it turned out that the white clothes looked cute and cute, grasping the shortcomings in people's words, launching a counterattack and scaring people, and really brought a bit of Yuwen Changkong's true biography. Not only that, but she now looks at Hou Cong's eyes, as if she is a pervert.

"Your heart disease, that's it." Bai Yi said what was in his heart.

Hou Cong was about to carry it to the death, and he continued to explain: "This is called a soldier, do you understand? You must not understand. This is something I made with the Dafa of sapper craftsmanship taught by my father. She is my comrade-in-arms. It is my assistant to learn martial arts and dismiss the art of war. There are real celebrities! Haven't you heard the stories of a few famous generals, do you want me to tell you a few? ”

Bai Yi shook his head: "I'm not interested now." ”

Dead girl, it's really oil and salt that don't enter. Moreover, if she said it, Hou Cong didn't want to raise his face and be a man in the entire Datong. A big man, a military general of the imperial court, actually slept with a puppet doll. Isn't this laughing off people's big teeth? Do you really want to kill her? I knew I would have killed her when I was a child! It's a little bit now, a little bit hard to start. After all, she was appointed by the emperor to replace the dead.

Hou Cong explained to himself and set up a stage in his heart. Most importantly, he told himself that with his own kung fu, he might not be able to kill.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yi took the initiative to return the doll to him. He caught it in a daze, and shouted to stop the stage in his heart.

"It turns out that you did it yourself? Teach me. "Hou Cong couldn't believe his ears, he simply rekindled the hope of living." Do you want to learn? You are clumsy in everything except martial arts. You might as well give up! Besides, what did you study? Isn't it possible that you want to be a famous general? ”

Bai Yi tilted his head and thought about it very seriously, "I'm going to be a little Hou Cong." Her hand was pointed at him.

His heart jumped, and he looked at her stunned, "Why?" ”

"Is it hard?"

"It's hard, but I'm the best puppet maker in the world. It should teach you, but why do you want to be a-me? ”

He was even shy, his eyelashes drooped, and he hated himself for being like a girl waiting for his benefactor to choose. Bai Yi approached him and really looked at him carefully, "I don't know why, but the eldest prince is so good-looking." By the way, aren't you a big tung flower? ”

Hou Cong held his breath again, this sentence was not good, he generally did not allow people to say in front of him, "Didn't you listen to what was going on outside the window?" How do you know? Why are you so concerned about me? ”

Bai Yi didn't answer. She is not only childish, not only stupid, but also the kind that has never been seen before. She let herself go and fell into a world of one person, in this world, she pondered Hou Cong's sideburns, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and jaw as if she was thinking about how to practice martial arts, how to fight, and how to kill. She burrowed over and looked at his jaw, just as he had done to her in the garden that night.

At night, a bruised stubble appeared in his jaw.

It's funny.

Being looked at by her like this, Hou Cong felt that it was even more terrible than being punished. He blocked her outstretched hand trying to touch his Adam's apple, and held his backhand in his big palm, "Let's go, go to the tool room." ”

Yuan happened to be on duty, sat at the door of the referee's room with a small stool and watched the movement of the hall, and shouted "ah", which led to the other four people, and Qi brushed and watched Hou Cong take the hand in white clothes, go out of the hall, and go out of the hospital again.

"What should I do?" Yuan looked at Murong Xing again.

Mo Chang raised his feet and walked out first, "What should I do?" To keep up, of course. ”

The five referees kept a distance of about 50 feet, followed two people with heart diseases in the spring night, walked through the corridor, trampled the moonlight, and saw the two enter the tool room. "Mom," Qing Song was not at ease, he didn't know when he came over, and when he made a sound, he startled the others, "The eldest prince never lets people in." Am I dreaming? ”

Qing Song rubbed his eyes.

Outside the tool room, the referees couldn't wait for the people inside to come out, so they naturally couldn't treat themselves badly, and set up a stove to cook tea and enjoy the flowers. Mo Chang shouldn't have asked at this time if his substitute for the deceased was one of the people who was seated.

Changkong was unambiguous in major matters, he just stared at the boiling water in the tea stove, and like others, he didn't say a word.

"Say nothing, it's for your own good." Murong Xing persuaded Mo Chang.

In the tool room, Bai Yi's feelings can only be described as shock: all kinds of unknown wood are neatly piled up, as well as copper sheets, iron sheets, gold leaf, silver leaf, all kinds of brushes, all kinds of knives, all kinds of rulers, and all kinds of unrecognizable tools, and even tables and small benches of different sizes. She has been clumsy since she was a child, and she really can't even tie her shoes, and what she loves to see the most is the workmanship of people's ingenious people: embroidery can also be done, and it is okay to cover a snow shed, the more she looks at it, and she can forget to eat. Hou Cong is actually a skilled craftsman!

Hou Cong observed Bai Yi's face and thought that he was no longer a pervert in her heart. He took a large piece of paper and spread it on the table, polished it himself, and told Bai Yi that he had to draw a design drawing first, "Just draw one first, I will come out, understand?" Draw a whole and divide it into parts, arms, legs, head, neck. Actually, painting and drawing, he is not me. He has your mind in it, and when you create him, and stay with him day in and day out, your soul will be on him. ”

"Is your little white coat also stained with you?" She raised her eyes and asked him, extremely innocent.

"Well, almost."

Bai Yi looked at the silk piled up next to him, "Is the dress made separately?" ”

"I don't know how to make clothes. I can only design, pick out the materials, and hand them over to the embroidery girl to do. "Hou Cong is the first time to be a master, and he has a kind of kindness, patience, and tireless energy.

Bai Yi thought thoughtfully, "Then I'll make two sets for Xiao Hou Cong." One is a robe embroidered with gold thread peony on a big red background, and the other is a robe embroidered with gold beads and phoenix in bright purple. ”

Hou Cong couldn't laugh, and thought: What are you dressing me up like, like the male appearance of Mingyue Tower-Anyway, Changkong, a dead monkey, won't he have been to Mingyue Tower with white clothes, right? Anyway, I turned out to be a man in her eyes?

Hou Cong's inner stage is in full swing again.

But after all, he is the first apprentice, Hou Cong's educational thinking thinks: You can't deny her now, and you will talk about it when you make clothes in the future, no matter what, you have to tempt her to make herself pure and elegant, so I don't judge Bai Yi's creativity just now, and praise it repeatedly.

"So I'm going to start drawing you now?" Bai Yi finally picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

"Oh, look at you," Hou Cong scolded her softly, he was now not just like a master, he was like a grandfather with a baby. Hou Cong hurriedly held Bai Yi's wrist, asked her to pause the action of dipping in ink, and then rolled up her sleeves for her so as not to be dirty with ink, while feeling that he seemed to understand Changkong.

He was figuring out the sky when he heard Bai Yi ask the earth-shattering words: "So, I'm going to draw you without clothes now?" ”