Luo Wusheng downstairs was very seriously nibbling on the chicken leg in her left hand and right hand, watching the ghost-faced Gu Yu serving herself soup very seriously, she felt sweet in her heart, it seems that she has not honored the master in vain today.

Luo Wusheng finished eating the two chicken legs in her hand, and when she wanted to take them again, she found that the plate that originally had two chicken legs left was now clean enough to be used as a mirror for her, and she looked up at her master.

"Big Wood Small Wood ......"

In the call of the ghost-faced ancient jade, Da Mu Xiaomu quickly took the chicken leg and placed it next to Luo Wusheng, with a pleasing look, he didn't want to see Ye Qingjue's appearance at all, Ye Qingjue silently and arrogantly rewarded Da Mu Xiaomu with a roll of the eyes in his heart.

Luo Wusheng, who saw the chicken legs, simply forgot that he had just looked at the ghost-faced Gu Yu and wanted to ask who had eaten her chicken legs, "...... well" Then, Luo Wusheng stretched out his oily hands and walked towards the chicken legs on the plate.

For Ye Qingjue, who has been suffering from all kinds of neglect since he entered the door, he has a child in his heart, and when Luo Wusheng's hand was about to touch the chicken leg, he quickly picked up the chicken leg that Luo Wusheng was staring at, "It's so fragrant~~~" Then, when Luo Wusheng looked in the direction of the hand that snatched her chicken feet, she saw a peerless face that made her want to sink but wanted to escape, learning her to gnaw on the chicken leg without any image, if you want to say the only difference, maybe even if people gnaw on the chicken leg regardless of the image, why do they still feel so elegant. But elegance is elegant, what's the matter with robbing her of food? Give him face, does he find a sense of existence? Luo Wusheng looked at the plate in front of Ye Qingjue, and there were two chicken legs that had just been gnawed twice and had not finished gnawing, so she was angry.

"Master, I ask to open a small stove, and I will eat in my own house in the future. Luo Wusheng said solemnly to the ghost-faced Gu Yu.

"No!" Before Ghost Face Gu Yu could respond, this opposing voice first rejected Luo Wusheng's request.

Luo Wusheng and Ghost-faced Gu Yu both looked at the owner of the voice, and Luo Wusheng's eyes were full of disdainful contempt: Scholar Pavilion is my family, okay? The ghost-faced Gu Yu is looking to see a good show: Huh, it seems that the war is going to start, and the time has come to witness the outbreak of his own apprentices.

Even though Ye Qingjue was happy that Luo Wusheng finally saw his existence, his face did not show the slightest, he still gnawed on his chicken legs by himself, his movements were not as bold as before, but returned to his usual eating appearance.

Luo Wusheng cursed Ye Qing in his heart for his elegant behavior, and cursed him in appreciation: I hope the chicken will choke you to death! I hope that after eating, your mouth is full of meat, and I can't pick it out! I hope you ......

Ye Qingjue seemed to feel the curse in Luo Wusheng's heart, and pretended to cough lightly as he ate.

Luo Wusheng's eyebrows jumped, he picked up the Juanpa at hand and wiped his hands, lost Juanpa and went upstairs directly.

Ye Qingjue and Ghost-faced Gu Yu both held their spiritual chins: What about this aunt's temper?

Ye Qing Jue kept looking for all kinds of stubble, and the ghost-faced Gu Yu was looking forward to a good show, but Luo Wusheng, who had always been reasonable, had become a huge ball of cotton, no matter what kind of fault Ye Qing Jue was, she ignored it completely without temper. Let Ye Qingjue and Ghost-faced Gu Yu wonder if Luo Wusheng had something wrong with his brain, but given Luo Wusheng's arrogant appearance, they knew that their guess could only be fed to the dog, if there was a problem with the brain, and they could still be so arrogant and arrogant, then everyone in the world would choose to knock out the problem.

This balance lasted until the end of Luo Wusheng's break, the first day of the performance.

The sky was still hazy and shy, and it lifted the black veil layer by layer, and its white skin fat gradually brightened through the thinner and thinner black veil.

Luo Wusheng got up early in the morning for the first time, and then packed up and prepared to go out before Ye Qingjue and Ghost Face Gu Yu noticed, she had already informed the coachman Zhang Chi last night that she was going to leave early today.

Luo Wusheng walked to the door and saw Da Mu Xiaomu who was conscientiously guarding the door, first put his index finger to his mouth, meaning that Da Mu and Xiao Mu should not make a sound, and then she touched Da Mu and Xiao Mu with her hand, which was a farewell. Then, Luo Wusheng was in a good mood and prepared to go out, but Luo Wusheng only stepped out of the door of the Scholar Pavilion with his left foot, and his right foot was never bought, she withdrew her left foot, turned around and looked at Ye Qingjue, who was clutching her sleeve, still the same as a few days ago, just watching, and did not speak to Ye Qingjue.

Ye Qing will never look like if you don't speak, so I will pretend that I can't understand anything.

After Luo Wusheng was in a stalemate for a long time, he finally lost the battle, and briefly rewarded Ye Qingjue: "What are you doing?"

Ye Qingjue still didn't mean to let go, and smiled and cared: "What are you doing so early?"

"Showmanship. ”。

"I'll go too!" Ye Qingjue didn't care about Luo Wusheng, who seemed to be already embarrassed to die by the combination of two words, but his tone was a kind of determination that I relied on you.

Luo Wusheng endured it for so many days, because she still couldn't hold back Ye Qingjue's childish behavior this morning, she finally rewarded Ye Qingjue with a standard Luo Shi's white eyes, if it was still before... No, no, no, it should be said that it will be more appropriate in the future, if Ye Qing at that time saw her rewarding his eyes, he would definitely run away. However, the current Yeqing definitely doesn't remember anything, it should be said, he hasn't experienced it yet. Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng's heart seemed to be deeply slashed by a sharp blade again, she turned her back to Ye Qingjue, and nodded her head gently, which was considered to be a tacit acquiescence to let Ye Qingjue follow her.

Da Mu Xiaomu originally thought that Luo Wusheng would explode and refuse, but the moment he saw her nodding, their little hearts were slightly injured, although their hearts were not human flesh.

So, in the coachman's surprise, Luo Wusheng and Ye Qingjue sat in a carriage, the silence in the carriage belonged to Luo Wusheng, and the chatter belonged to Ye Qingjue, who was so cold in the eyes of the people of Licheng that he didn't want to.

"Is there anything important for you today?"

“......”

"Aren't you hungry if you don't eat breakfast?"

“......”

"Won't you be embarrassed if you don't speak like this?"

“......”

............

Zhang Chi, a coachman from Licheng, finally couldn't listen to it anymore, so he knotted the hearing nerves of his ears and threw them into the black box, how could such chatter be the arrogant and noble city lord, all this is an illusion! All this is an illusion!

The rising morning sun revealed a crooked eye, and the emotionless fate couldn't help but chuckle with its joy.