After a while, Xiao Yan retracted his true anger and frowned.

Xindao: How is this possible?

It's not that there is anything abnormal in Shen Qingyi's body...... On the contrary, it's normal.

She already has internal breath in her meridians, although it is very weak, it is only the late stage of the Martial Dao's Qi Induction Realm, but the Dan Dao she cultivates is not a Martial Dao, and the Dan Master of the Sanpin Huang Dan Realm only has the cultivation of the late stage of the Qi Induction Realm, which is not a special thing. Her viscera is also very healthy, there are no dark injuries or lack of weakness, and her vitality is stronger than ordinary people, of course, after all, she has entered the inner family martial realm, and she has a qi induction period of cultivation. …… But maybe there is something wrong with the viscera, but she didn't find out? After all, Xiao Yan is not proficient in medical Taoism, and no matter how strong her true qi visiting ability is, she can only "see" the appearance, and she can't deduce the hidden relationship between all kinds of subtleties: although she has studied medicine with Shen Qingyi, she is quite familiar with pharmacology, and medical theory is not refined. Her true qi entered Shen Qingyi's dantian and saw a yellow inner pill, with a yellow pill fire wrapped around the outside, it was indeed a three-grade yellow pill realm, and the flame was faintly green, it seemed that she was about to advance to the green pill realm. Xiao Yan saw that the inner pill was round and shiny, not dull, and there were no cracks, so it could be seen that there was no problem in the process of condensing the pill.

The only problem may be that her meridians, viscera, muscles and bones are quite weak, of course, this is measured by the standards of martial arts cultivators, Dan Dao is the main cultivation of Dan fire, divine consciousness and soul, and the strength of the physical body cannot be compared with martial cultivation.

In short, judging from Danshi's body, it seems to be normal, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But Xiao Yan always felt that there was a problem, and that kind of faintly uneasy intuition made her unable to ignore it.

Shen Qing snorted coldly suddenly, his eyes were like cold snow, his face was frosty, and his voice was like ice, "Don't let it go?" ”

Xiao Yan shuddered, her heart was going to be bad, the cultivator's sea of knowledge and dantian were the most important places, she entered her dantian without Shen Qingyi's consent, this was a big taboo for cultivators, even if she was close to Shen Qingyi, she also crossed the line. quickly lifted the physical confinement of her, and apologized repeatedly: "Sister, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Shen Qingyi ignored her, got up with a cold face, and walked out.

Xiao Yan pulled her sleeve and smiled as she walked, "Don't be angry. Shen Qingyi slanted his eyebrows and glared at her, Xiao Yan immediately changed his words, "You're right to be angry!" It's me who didn't do it right. You dissipate your anger. Anger will get old. Shen Qingyi glared at her again. Xiao Yan sighed and said: "No, you are not old at all, ice muscles and jade bones, beautiful like flowers, like pines and cypresses, evergreen ......for thousands of years" Xiao Yan said good things, but Shen Qingyi's face was not reduced by half a point. Seeing the study, Xiao Yan swept the sheng on the mallet of the western musical instrument, and immediately had an idea, and said softly: "Or, I'll blow a little plum blossom for you?" My sheng is still playing. ”

"Huh?" Shen Qingyi raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Xiao Yan was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that there was a way to apologize, and he immediately said seriously: "I learned it from A-Niang." Although it is far worse than her old man, she still has three or four points of skill. ”

Shen Qingyi glanced at her, turned his steps, and walked towards the musical instrument mallet, one of which had seven or eight sheng of all sizes placed on it, "You choose one." ”

Xiao Yan saw that these sheng clubs were the best Zou Shan Xiao bamboo shengs in the sheng, the quality was clear and bright, and the people were in charge of Mo Ling, and the sheng bucket and mouthpiece were ringing copper, and the sound vibrating was the best, so he knew that Shen Qingyi was an expert in the sheng, and he was a little apprehensive. In the past, she chose a big sheng with only 36 springs, because she has a long internal breath, and she has an advantage over the small sheng. Shen Qingyi

The two of them went back to the dining hall for lunch. After taking a walk in the back garden to eat, Shen Qingyi went back to the inner bed to change into a half-length bed, and took a nap on the Xiangzhu couch in the reading room. Just like when she was in Chenghe Academy, Xiao Yan sat next to her and read a book by leaning on the hidden sac, and what she read was still poetry, but it was Shen Qingyi's poetry collection - Xiao Yan took this collection from her study in order to make her angry, and said that she would read it for a good life, and memorized every word.

This collection was new last year, and it includes Shen Qingyi's new works over the years, including landscape poems, as well as the folk customs and scenery she saw on the way. Xiao Yan likes her landscape poems very much, fresh and lofty, such as "The sun shines in the morning and the sun shines in the sunset", and she has read it several times; And some poems have far-reaching artistic conceptions, and they must be written with a broad mind. Xiao Yan read the last few folk poems, but the style changed, extremely cold, giving people the feeling of being deboned, and he would definitely not be able to write without insight into the pattern and vision of the world - Xiao Yan felt that his sister's lack of politics was really a loss for the Tang Empire...... It must be as broad as her landscape poems, just like this one, "Qingju Watching the Snow" written before moving to Yuan Heting: "Whoever sweeps the snow in front of the court, thousands of peaks are in a punch." "——Xiao Yan feels this momentum, heh! The eyebrows flew as he read; It's a pity that the latter sentence is "My heart is unconsciously cold and cold, and I have lived here for a few years", revealing the tranquility of the state of mind, like her landscape words, beautiful and elegant, there is a kind of leisure and leisurely interest, Xiao Yan shook her head and smiled, the temperament of the heart sister, not in politics is the best...... She looked up at the long window to the south, the sky was bright, what a beautiful thing to wander in, wandering freely, the world is vast, isn't it freer than being confined to the court? Of course, like Emperor Gaozong, who takes the world as the way, the world is her pleasure, but that's different.

Shen Qingyi woke up from a nap, hugged Bo Yu and leaned down, and saw Xiao Yan smiling at the corners of his lips, looking leisurely, raised his head slightly, and asked her with a smile: "What do you want to be so leisurely?" "The voice is clear and there is a little lazy.

Xiao Yan smiled, "I am thinking about your poem......" looked at her with bright eyes. Shen Qingyi was a little dizzy, Zhiyi's hand slipped, and her head fell, Xiao Yan quickly held the back of her head with her hand, and laughed sullenly. Shen Qingyi glanced at her, followed by a blank face, and said, "I'm still angry." Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, reached out and took a hidden sac to carefully pad the back of her head, turned sideways and flipped through the poetry collection to show her, saying which songs she liked the most, and said with a smile:

"My sister should live like this, 'The roses are full of incense, and the two ponds are brocade. …… Near the shade of greenery in free time. The breeze is happy, and the water pavilion is appreciative. …… There is also this: the fragrant willow catkins fly, and the white pear flowers are light. Complaining about the east wind wall is apricot-colored, and the drunken dawn is hearty. How laid-back. ”

Xiao Yan's words implied persuasion: My sister should live a leisurely and leisurely life, if she is trapped in a corner of her heart, it will be a pity.

"Resentful of the apricot ...... of the east wind wall" Shen Qingyi groaned, looking at her and said leisurely, "When I wrote this sentence, I thought that you were lying on the east wall to pick the apricot blossoms in the courtyard, in fact, you are more spring than the apricot on the branch, even if I am drunk like a begonia spring sleeping...... I complained that the apricot color didn't enter my arms, so I could only hug each other drunk. ”

Xiao Yan: "......"

So...... This is the Prime Minister's love word.

Xiao Yan was embarrassed for a while.

Shen Qingyi smiled, his body rose slightly, and he stepped into her arms, wrapped his arm around her waist, and said softly, "Don't move." Let me hold it for a moment. I've thought you've been going crazy for too long. No matter how good the scenery is, you are here. If you don't have you, it's empty, so why don't you have to be at ease? He sat up straight and chuckled, "This apricot color of the east wall is only known to me." …… I think of you, I can't stop writing full of lovesickness, those can only be shown to you, I sealed it in the letter box for you, put it in your study, thinking that it was sent to you. ”

Xiao Yan heard the ups and downs of love in her heart, and saw her smile softly, full of longing in her words, but there was no pain in her face, as if she would look at her, and say those tossing and turning thoughts, which has also become a happy thing.

"Sister......" Xiao Yan couldn't help but scream, only to feel a feeling of joy and soreness and bitterness welling up in his heart, looking down at Shen Qingyi, unable to speak for a long time.

Shen Qingyi stared at her quietly.

Affection is like silent flowing water.

Xiao Yan heard the bubbling in the veins, heard the slow and pounding of the heart, and asked himself: Is this a heartbeat? …… She didn't know, but the feeling of soreness and bitterness in her heart and joy was real. She was heartbroken for Shen Qingyi's longing for her, and she was also moved by her feelings contained in silence, contained in such subtleties, those feelings seemed to seep in little by little, bubbling in her veins, beating slowly with her heart...... It's like, after years of affection, the mellow mash brewed, after the altar is opened, the rich osmanthus is added, and it is infiltrated into the wine to ferment, little by little, gradually fragrant and fragrant, lingering for a long time.

Xiao Yan remembered that the first time she drank osmanthus wine, it was with Shen Qingyi in Chenghe Courtyard, which was more fragrant and fragrant than the cherry wine she had drunk in Qingning Courtyard, and it lingered for a long time after entering her throat, and the fragrant fragrance lingered in her heart for a long time, and since then, she has fallen in love with this wine. …… Her throat couldn't help but move slightly, as if she wanted to taste the faint feeling of liking in her heart, whether it was as sweet and fragrant as osmanthus wine.

Shen Qingyi's face suddenly turned red.

Xiao Yan saw a slight flush on her snow-white face, which reminded her of the powder from the jade-white rose in the back garden, and couldn't help blinking, thinking that the reddened blood on her sister's face was really very good-looking, but when she saw Shen Qingyi look away and turned her face, there was also a touch of redness under the snow-like ears......

Xiao Yan blinked, and suddenly understood.

Just...... Just now, my sister didn't think she wanted to ...... She wanted to ......

Xiao Yan's face turned red.

She's just ...... The act of swallowing just now, indeed, is indeed prone to misunderstanding.

What now?

Say I didn't just want to kiss you? …… It's too straightforward, and it's annoying.

She annoyed her in the morning and owed a little plum blossom song, this sentence is not right, it must have annoyed her again.

But she can't let her sister mistake herself for wanting to kiss her...... She hasn't figured it out yet, so she can't have a misunderstanding.

"I, well, just now," she stammered a little, "I thought of osmanthus wine...... It was in Jowain Temple, when I drank with you for the first time...... It's fragrant, sweet, and soft, and I miss it a little," she said, "and we drink osmanthus at night?" ”

After Shen Qingyi's eyes moved away from her, his heart calmed down after two beats, thinking of Xiao Yan's temperament, it was impossible to want to kiss himself before thinking clearly......

Really......

Shen Qingyi was a little speechless, took his poetry collection, knocked it on her forehead, and said angrily: "You mean, I can't compare to osmanthus wine to make you miss and love?" ”

Xiao Yan covered his head and sighed in his heart.

What's the point?