As soon as his voice fell, a red-clothed maid walked in majestically from outside the room, Feng Yunyao was stunned, isn't this courtyard just the two of them (them), and there is nothing else? It's nothing to have a carefree bastard in the north, it is estimated that he was also rescued by him from the stomach of the fish, and, anyway, he has always come without a trace, without a trace, indefinite, but where did this maid come from, she followed him all the way just now, and she never saw a figure at all, no, there was not even a ghost.

And Feng Yunyao didn't know that there were hidden masters everywhere in this courtyard, even if it was a small maidservant, she was twice as strong as her, you must know that Beilin was carefree, and he was by no means a simple person.

"Take her to make tea" I don't know where he found a beautiful folding fan, with a bang, he fanned it leisurely, and his attitude was all elegant, Feng Yunyao twitched the corners of her mouth, and muttered in her heart: You are so hanging, does your mommy know?

The corners of his mouth were shriveled, and then the moment he turned around, Beilin raised his lips and smiled, and the smile like a flower was displayed on his face, especially like a hundred flowers sultry.

The secret guards who were guarding not far from the door were shocked, since the beginning, this was the first time they had seen their master have such a bright smile, and suddenly they all looked at Feng Yunyao who came out of the door, and cast extremely worshipful and serious eyes.

The moment Feng Yunyao stepped out of the door, her whole body felt uncomfortable, Emma! Why do you feel like there are so many people in the yard? And these people are still staring at her with eager eyes?

After looking around again, she saw a ghost, so Feng Yunyao simply quickened her pace and stayed away from this extremely uncomfortable place.

After a long time, she once again stepped into the room full of plum blossoms, holding a teapot in her hand, covered with sweat, next to the Olympics! No one told her how difficult it was to make tea.

The red-clothed maid stood outside the door, bowing her head slightly, and stepped aside to guard it, and did not enter with her.

And someone in the chair was closing his eyes, and no one could hear the gentle sucking sound carefully, but Feng Yunyao could hear it more clearly than anyone else!

Her hatred, her grinding teeth, her displeasure, her dissatisfaction, her thousands of displeasures—

I think she worked hard to make tea for two or three hours, this girl sleeps here, look at his immortal-like temperament, fairy, fairy Nima's, in her eyes is not as good as bullshit.

But helplessly, she really couldn't fight him, so she could only grind her teeth angrily and breathe out with her teeth.

It seemed that such a voice woke him up, the thin golden hair slowly slipped down his shoulders, hanging softly on his chest, and his hand holding his head silently loosened, and his eyelids lifted.

His blue eyes swept up, and he struck at hers, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

"Don't look at me with such a look in the future, or say anything to me that violates the master and apprentice, after the tea, you are my disciple, the disciple is not filial, the teacher's fault, this truth, I don't need to say more" He pulled his lips, the angry voice that was not worth his life, but it was as beautiful as a hundred spirits, faintly sounded between his ears, Feng Yunyao grinded his teeth for a while, hummed softly, and couldn't say it clearly, so it's always okay in secret!.

"Let's have tea," he whispered, raising his other hand holding the fan on his lap, which was placed on the table beside him.

Feng Yunyao stepped forward with a pout, half-chaired her body, slightly approaching the smiling Beilin Wuwu, the infuriating fragrance of plum blossoms wafted into her nostrils along with him, she deflated the corners of her mouth again, reached out and carried a teacup, and poured tea.

"No, give" One hand held a cup of tea instead, without the slightest appearance of tea, like a person who poured wine full of unhappiness.

"That's how you serve tea?" He smiled lightly and whispered.