Three days later. Late at night. Hou Mansion.

The night window is snowy and the lights are green.

Ling Shang played with the Fuxi hexagram that was as refined as new with one hand, and held it on his forehead with the other hand, unable to rub the wrong knot in the center of his eyebrows.

Counting up, thirty-six hours have passed since the moment Ye Mushen knelt down.

When Lu Qian came back from the Hou Mansion, he didn't dare to mention the Hou Ye in front of his boss, let alone persuade him to give up.

He gave Ye Mujing what Ling Shang had explained, and he didn't dare to say where this jade ring came from.

Speaking of which, Lu Qian's mind was full of the news that Ling Shang told him that he would leave Luoyang soon.

Occasionally, looking at the figure of Ye Mushen kneeling in front of the steps from a distance, the wood-like heart also felt strangely melancholy.

Zhou Yinchen didn't dare to disturb Ye Mujing these days, and often went out and didn't know where he went.

But in the evening, he would come back, cover his mouth with a handkerchief, and chat with Ye Mujing through the screen.

For three days in a row, except for the time when he was congratulating, Ye Mushen had been kneeling.

He didn't eat a drop of water, he didn't eat a grain of rice, he didn't change his clothes, he didn't even take a nap.

The snow cleared two days ago, but it was more painful than the snow falling all the time.

Because the snow melts in the sun, the cold snow water stains the clothes, seeps into the skin, and shiveres all the organs with cold.

This night was a cloud of snow on the ground, and the slightly wet clothes were frozen in the cold wind, and Ye Mushen remembered the extremely cold place he had been to a few years ago.

In the end, the cold is the coldest.

Ye Mushen couldn't believe that his mortal body, which had no kung fu foundation, could withstand the devastation of the wind and snow for three days.

Since he is not dead, he has nothing to complain about.

The Tsundere Hall Master stretched out his stiff fingers, propped them on the ground, and finally stood up after a long time.

Before he stood up, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

Ye Mushen patted the snow on his knees, simply sat on the ground, and rubbed his knees.

The ugly time has passed, the snow is drifting, the wind is raging in the court, and no fool wants to stay for a long time.

Despite the exhaustion and sluggishness on his body, his limbs gradually became more active.

Ye Mushen gently pushed open the door and looked at the sleeping Ye Mujing from a distance, and there was a trace of calm tenderness in his confused eyes.

He still loved his brother—even more than ever—but he didn't owe him anymore.

As for owing to another person......

Those people don't deserve to be repaid.

Just owe it.

It's best not to have any more intersections.

Ye Mushen gently closed the door and looked up at the night sky that was gradually falling silent.

God probably had something on his mind, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so it fell into snow.

It's a pity that if a mortal has something on his mind, he can only drink some wine.

The tsundere hall master, who only has a few breaths left, is addicted to alcohol like this.

In the hot spring, the warm water saved Ye Mushen's body, and the strong alcohol numbed his consciousness.

In a trance, it was as if someone had fished him out of the pool.

Maybe it's a dream - his tsundere hall master is bathing, which immortal disciple dares to sneak in?

Ye Mushen opened his mouth, licked the wine at the corner of his mouth, and sighed meaningfully, "Spirits are just enough to taste, I really like it, master." ”

Just as he was about to close his mouth, a pair of cold hands pinched Ye Mushen's cheeks, and then a strong smell of herbs entered his nose, and a thick and bitter hot stream poured into his mouth.

"Ahem......" Ye Mushen choked twice, his hands swaying wildly in the air, "Lu Qian, you elm head, don't disturb me to rest!" ”

The man seemed to laugh softly, and his voice seemed familiar.

Ye Mushen wanted to turn over and continue to get drunk, but was frozen by the man.

"Oops, bothered!" The temper came up, and the long legs that didn't have much strength couldn't help but kick the bed twice, "Get out, don't disturb me to enjoy the moon with the beauty." ”