Early in the morning, Yue Yue put on a snow fox velvet cloak and walked into the courtyard covered with thin snow, looking at the blue sky in the distance and silently distracted.

At this time, the clouds had dissipated, the sky outside the bamboo was clear, and the dawn light had warmed his body.

The ancestor came with breakfast and a decoction, and when he saw Yue Yue standing in the snow, he couldn't help but scold: "Palace master, you are really, your body has not healed yet, and you are not afraid of catching a cold again." ”

Yue Yue turned her head to look at the ancestor and said with a light smile: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

“…… Alas, too, if I had been in bed for all these days, I would have been tired of it. ”

The ancestor originally wanted to pull him into the house, but then pushed himself and others, so he was no longer reluctant: "It's good to move more, otherwise your muscles and bones will be soft." ”

He saw that Yu Yue's face was still a little sickly, and his hair was loosely draped on his body, knowing that he was inconvenient to tie his hair because of the injuries on his chest and hands, so he put the food plate on the stone table in the courtyard and volunteered to comb his hair.

"Although I haven't done this for a long time, and my methods are rusty, I should still be able to do it."

With that, he went into the house in high spirits to get a comb and headband.

In fact, since the ancestor shaved the monk, he has no longer combed his hair, and now he is vulgar, and he is too lazy to save his hair, he has always shaved very short, and he has not tied his hair for more than ten years.

But Yu Yue didn't say anything, only smiled gently, and was at the mercy of the ancestor.

The long satin-like hair was inextricably shuttled and slid down in the palm of the ancestor's hand, like a fish that could not be caught in the water, and the moon that could not be caught made the ancestor's iron man's rough heart gradually become impetuous, and his face became more and more tangled and ugly, but his hand was still extremely gentle, for fear of hurting Yue.

It's really hard for him to be able to use a pair of tiger palms that lift iron and gravel with the softness of dancing needle embroidery.

Because he wanted to comb Yue well, the ancestor was extremely careful and meticulous, and in the snow of this cold winter, there was already a slight layer of sweat on his forehead.

The hairband was untied and untied, but he was not satisfied, and Yu Yue was not in a hurry, so he let the ancestor play with it at will, occasionally pulling his hair, feeling pain, and not making a sound, let alone showing it.

Yuan Zu raised his arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and said, "Palace Master, you eat and drink medicine first, I have to do it for a while, don't wait for the medicine to get cold." ”

Wei Yue looked at the food on the plate, in addition to a bowl of porridge, there were also a few pastries and side dishes, a celadon plate contained a few candied annatto, which was used to remove bitterness after taking medicine.

Yu Yue picked up the porridge and asked softly, "The dishes are a little different these days, are they made by the disciples?" ”

The men under the Hanxian Palace are all men with rough personalities, and the food they cook on weekdays is only a few things, and they are a lot of fools, but the meals recently are not only rich, but also have good color and taste. At first, she thought it was because she was sick, so the disciples took some effort to change the dishes, and the taste was extremely delicious. But I always feel that something is wrong, men rarely eat sweets to get bitter after taking medicine, and all kinds of candy preserves are prepared in the meals recently.

"yes." The Patriarch replied.

"Which disciple is so attentive?"

"......" Yuan Zu stopped the movement of his hand, as if he had just been too focused on combing his hair, so he heard the difference, and then changed his words: "I just said something wrong...... I did it. ”

Wei Yue flicked the porcelain spoon between her fingers, scooped the porridge, and said lightly: "There is a sweet fragrance in this porridge, I don't know what Mr. Zu put it?" ”

"......" Yuan Zu thought for a moment and said vaguely, "Uh...... Peach nectar?! ”

Yue Yue raised her eyebrows slightly: "Oh? But why did I taste the dew of roses? ”

“……”

The ancestor's face fell, he had always been straightforward and frank, disdainful of lying, and he had been chanting in the temple for more than ten years, "monks don't speak", and he didn't know how to deceive people.

At this time, while doing what he is not good at, he is lying even less well, and his brain is about to explode.

Finally, he couldn't pretend anymore, the ancestor gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said: "Palace master, I'll tell you the truth, the food in the past few days was made and delivered by the little girl, but she didn't let me tell you." ”

Yu Yue stopped what she was doing, a little silent.

In fact, he had probably guessed that who would put a lot of effort into doing this for himself except her.

Yuan Zu continued: "You hurt your body for her, and she felt that she couldn't go, so she added jade bodhi and other medicinal materials to make up for your body, thinking that she was afraid that you would feel bitter, so she added some honeydew to it." ”

Because the jade Bodhi is very bitter, Jiang Zhengxin deliberately put some roses in the porridge in order to cover up the taste, but he didn't expect that the ancestor was not good at lying, and it was debunked at once.

Yuan Zu shook his head helplessly, feeling that if this matter was handed over to the old fox of Yuwen Jin, the palace master would definitely not find out.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What happened to me in these days? How did you become so distant? Even having a meal delivered to you have to be deliberately hidden? ”

Yue: "......"

"And the day you just woke up, she obviously wanted to go in to see you, and she didn't dare to go in, huh...... Did you say something to her? ”

The ancestor couldn't help but be curious, and began to ask the bottom of the question: "You still went to the north to save her, it's not that you hate her, and she also likes you a lot, people like me can see that she likes you, palace master, are you so smart, can't you still see it?" ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" At this time, Yu Wenjin came over and also took Wei Yue's hair, "Look what you have made it look like!" ”

"How can you call it a blind worry, the palace master will get married sooner or later, do you want the palace master to be with the girl in the Ice Pavilion?" Yuan Zu pouted, "I prefer the little girl, I think she and our palace master are the most suitable." ”

The ancestor looked at Yu Yue and asked, "Palace Master, you must also prefer Xin'er's girl, don't you?" ”

Yu Yue really couldn't resist the ancestor's step-by-step questioning, and said softly: "Mr. Zu, you also know my body, I will not get married in this life." ”

If the ancestor didn't know about Yu Yue's heart before, he knew everything after he died nine times.

"So what, we will always find a way to cure you, and the little girl also said that in the future, Yu Bodhi will no longer pay tribute, and it will be used by the palace master, are you afraid that we won't be able to wait for the day when we find a way?"

Ignoring Yuwen Jin's ruthless eyes, the ancestor continued to say loudly: "Palace master, whoever you like, be bold to be with her, life is short, and you are not a monk, why ...... for yourself."

Yuwen Jin saw that he couldn't stop the ancestor, worried that Yu Yue's serious injury had not healed, and the ancestor's words affected his injury, and after tying up his hair, he hurriedly pulled the ancestor away, and scolded him all the way Today's words are too much.

…...

When Jiang Zhengxin came to deliver the meal again at noon, it was not the ancestor who was waiting for her at the entrance of the alley, but Yu Wenjin.

Yu Wenjin said to her, "Miss Xin'er, I wonder if I can say a few words to you?" ”