Yelan sat down slowly, leaning against the table, supporting her head in one hand and holding the undrunk wine jar next to her in the other.

Glancing at Ma Zhicheng, he said funny:

"Yo recognized me, didn't you still call me turtle grandson just now, claiming to be my aunt and grandfather, why do you call me my little uncle now, this generation is really messy."

Every time Yelan said a word, Ma Zhicheng couldn't wait to give himself a slap. Let you talk nonsense, now it's good to provoke the little devil.

He flattered and said, "I don't dare to be it." You are my aunt, no, you are my ancestor. ”

Yelan looked at Ma Zhicheng's panicked appearance and laughed:

"Ha, I don't dare to do that. If the prime minister finds out, he may want to talk about it. Besides, I'm just teasing you. Why are you so scared? ”

Hehe, don't be afraid. Provoke you, the little devil, who is not afraid. Ma Zhicheng thought silently.

In the past few days, the topic of their mouths has been Yelan, and they are talking about Yelan's "beautiful achievements".

Then they all learned about Yelan's past. Skipping class is the most common, and the funniest thing is that Yelan once cut off the old master's most precious white beard while he was sleeping. Finally, when the old master woke up, he almost died there.

"Uncle Junior, what are you doing here?"

Ma Zhicheng remembered what Old Man Wei said, and turned his back directly to Yelan and said.

Just as he was about to explain, Yelan interrupted him

"Okay, I know, just talk to me like that."

Yelan opened the wine jar and sniffed it, and took a sip directly.

"Delicious!"

Yelan didn't scruple either, and drank it in three or two. Then he said without being half drunk:

"Ma Zhicheng, you said that you have a few spring palace pictures here, bring them to me to see."

"What!"

Ma Zhicheng heard Yelan's request, turned around and said in surprise. found that it was inappropriate, and then turned back and persuaded and said:

"Uncle Xiao, you don't think that's good, so don't do it."

"I didn't say that I saw it, and besides, compared to the Spring Palace map, you may not see as much as me."

Yelan seemed to think of something funny, and chuckled, like a silver bell.

"Then who are you going to show Uncle Junior?"

Ma Zhicheng thought about it, but he couldn't imagine that Yelan's courage would be so bold.

"What's your ink, go get it first, I'll explain it to you."

Yelan said urgingly

"Remember to take a good book"

After a while, Ma Zhicheng took out a copy, turned his back and handed it to Yelan. Yelan flipped through it after taking it, and it was not bad.

"Okay, that's it."

Yelan said with satisfaction, touching the book and smiling.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, you want this, what are you doing with this?"

Speaking of that word, Ma Zhicheng blushed, and then asked puzzled.

"Apologize."

Yelan replied as she looked through it.

"Apologize, Uncle Xiao, who do you want to apologize to?"

"That's a good question."

Yelan looked up and smiled.

The next day, Yelan still came early, but he still didn't forget the dust as fast as he came.

The strange thing is that Yelan wears the hairpin that Yewan gave her on her head, and she used to wear the white hosta.

Yelan didn't lie there to catch up on sleep when he came as usual, but studied ink and wrote.

Forget Chen looked at her suspiciously, it hasn't been like this for the past few days, it's hard to change.

Yelan sensed that someone was looking at her and looked over. It was Forget the Dust, so he smiled at him.

And because of yesterday's incident, Forget Chen's attitude towards Yelan has gradually become cold. He glanced at her indifferently and ignored her, burying his head in a book.

Yelan saw it, and she didn't get angry. It's just a little depressed, but she also knows that it's strange that Forget Chen can give her a good face.

Usually, when Forget Chen sees a person greeting him, he will bow his head and signal, but when he arrives at Yelan, he will directly face it indifferently.

After Yelan finished copying, he walked in front of Forget Chen. "Pop" was put on the table of forgetting dust, which was very imposing.

Forget Chen raised his head, and his indifferent eyes looked at Yelan.

Yelan took a step back and smiled heartily. Forget Chen looked at it, neither writing anything strange nor scribbling.

Yelan stepped forward and said proudly:

"How is Senior Brother Wangchen, my handwriting is beautiful, right?"

Forget Chen didn't answer, and Yelan didn't mind.

Sitting back in his seat, he turned there with a pen in one hand, and unconsciously touched the hairpin on his head with the other hand. Pretending to be bored, he peeked at Forgotten Dust.

Forget Chen was very puzzled, why was she still here after she had copied everything.

Glancing at her, Yelan noticed that Forget Chen was watching him withdraw his peeking gaze, pretending to be playing there as if nothing had happened.

As soon as Forget Chen opened a book, he saw that the contents of it were thrown out like tongues of fire, and the contents of the book were simply unsightly. Stunned, he stood up

"Hahahahaha, hahahahahaha."

After Yelan saw it, he rolled on the ground with a smile.

You don't have to think about it to know who did it, it must have been Yelan who changed the book just now when he wasn't paying attention.

"Forget your worries!"

Forget Chen's face was extremely bad, cold as frost.

"Well, I'm here. Hahaha"

Yelan stood up, trembling and laughing.

Seeing Forget Chen's face, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Forget your worries! You!"

Forget Chen pointed at Yelan and said angrily.

"Senior Brother Wuchen, why is he so shocked, isn't it just a spring palace map. And this is my apology, how can you be like this, Senior Brother Forgotten Dust! ”

Yelan said angrily and turned his back.

"Shameless!"

Forget Chen gritted his teeth and said, the voice seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth.

Yelan turned around and said

"What do you say, there is no shame. Well, I can't imagine that your dignified Xuankong Master's eldest disciple would scold people, you are ashamed of his old man's cultivation. ”

"You!"

If you forget the dust and lose, you will lose if you are not as clever as Yelan, reversing black and white.

Pull out the sword hanging by the window and point it at Yelan.

That sword was given to him by Master Xuankong when he was ten years old. The name of the word dust, like others, exudes a cold chill.

It is made of millennial black iron, and it has a spirit. At that time, after the casting, many people came to visit, but they didn't expect that this sword was chosen by Forget Chen, so Master Xuankong gave this sword to Forget Chen. Forget the dust and take the name Ci Chen.

"Hey, hey, Senior Brother Wangchen is calm, calm. It is strictly forbidden to fight in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you are violating the temple rules by doing this. ”

Yelan hurriedly said when she saw it, and took a step back. pulled out the hairpin on his head and pointed at Forgotten Dust.

It turned out that Yelan brought this hairpin because he was afraid that after forgetting the dust and anger, he would accidentally insert himself to death here. It's just that the hairpin against the sword looks a bit incredible.

"Isn't it just a picture of the Spring Palace, Senior Brother Forget Chen, do you have such a big reaction. You haven't seen it, have you? ”

Yelan asked knowingly.

After hearing this, Wuchen's earlobes were red and dripping blood, but his face was still cold.

"I don't watch!"

Yelan walked over and picked up the Spring Palace map. Blowing the dust on it, he said pitifully

"Look, what a good picture of the Spring Palace, and how good it is in various postures. You're a tyrannical thing, what a pity to throw it away. ”

"Forget about you going out, we have fought."

Forget Chen pointed his sword at Yelan and said angrily.