"Isn't it just a meal? As for thinking so much, he asked you to sit down and sit down, where did all the cumbersome etiquette come from? She had a bun in her mouth and opened her mouth nonchalantly.

There are no such strange rules in her cultivation realm, everyone is cheerful and open-minded, and they are at peace with what they encounter.

Xiao Wu heard Fuyue say this, raised his eyes and glared at her, and muttered to himself, he wouldn't be as ignorant of the rules as she was.

As for Rong Jian, after listening to Fuyue's words, he nodded in agreement: "Sit down, you have to go on the road after eating." ”

The master said so, Xiao Wu naturally won't waste everyone's time.

Hurry up and sit down to eat.

It's just that the process of eating is still uncomfortable.

Looking at his squirming appearance, Fuyue pouted and took a sip of porridge, not paying attention to etiquette at all.

Listening to the movement, Xiao Wu glared at her sideways, the master didn't speak, he naturally couldn't speak.

But I don't like this vulgar girl even more in my heart.

I don't know who taught such behavior.

Fuyue didn't know what he was thinking, and after sneering, she ignored him and continued to drink porridge and eat steamed buns.

Wait for them to hit the road.

Fuyue's stomach is still bulging.

Rong Jian's gaze swept over her little belly, and after hesitating for a long time, she put down the book in her hand and sat down.

The big hand consciously put it on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

Fuyue opened her eyes vigilantly and looked at the man who was close at hand, and after seeing that it was him, she yawned lazily.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Sitting in a carriage and wobbly.

I don't know if it's because after getting smaller, the physique also changes.

After walking like this for a short time, she was too sleepy to open her eyes.

Rong Jian's face was turned a little pale, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He shook his head slightly, his big hand on her stomach rubbing.

"I didn't take you out to eat today."

The meaning of his words is self-evident.

Fuyue nodded clearly, and simply rolled her chubby little body to rub it to his side.

His head rested on his lap with a pleasant expression.

"Rub it."

Rong Jian looked at her crying and laughing, and her hand movements did not stop.

It wasn't until she fell asleep again that he took his hand away and straightened her body.

Only then did he cough several times before he calmed down and picked up the book again.

And Fuyue, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes and looked at the man who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned, and looked at it for a while.

When he turned his head consciously, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Their carriage was to return to the capital.

But this is not a day or two away from the capital.

After a day and a night of stop-and-go.

The group finally found the inn to stay.

Looking at Rong Jian, who was pale and seemed to be much thinner, Fuyue's eyebrows were furrowed, and she pursed the corners of her mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

And when Rong Jian finished drinking the medicine and was about to rest, he looked at Fuyue, who was still standing aside, and said with a light smile: "What's wrong?" The expression is so serious. ”

Fuyue shook his head, but his fleshy little hand suddenly grabbed him, and his arm was so thin that there was only a layer of flesh left, diagnosis.

Rong Jian was slightly stunned, looking at her serious little face, a little crying and laughing.

"I'm fine, don't worry, let's go back and rest early when I'm tired." He said softly.

Fuyue let go of his hand with a straight face after checking his body.

"You're dying, you're still in the mood to let me rest?" She lifted her eyelids and looked at him.

Rong Jian was stunned, smiled, and didn't hold back his cough twice.