"Luoyang City?"

Ye Zhao was stunned and read out the words on the board.

It is the capital of Yuanmu Kingdom!

She looked at Lu Zhizhou's height and probably guessed the current situation.

When she first accepted Lu Zhizhou as an apprentice, she took him out of the Yuling Gate and down the mountain, but something seemed to have happened to him and he didn't know where he went.

Fortunately, he came back when the sun set, but he was covered in scars.

Is the illusion here ready to reproduce this memory that does not exist?

"Lu Zhizhou." Ye Zhao squatted down and looked at the little boy, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Zhizhou's black and white eyes flashed with some unknown emotions, he pinched the corners of his clothes, and his voice was very low: "I...... I heard that Shizun likes the pastries in this shop, so I want to buy some ...... for you."

His timid appearance is a little cute.

Ye Zhao almost forgot what he looked like, and when he saw it again, his eyes couldn't help but be gentle.

She rubbed his little head: "Shizun doesn't really care about those, you can go with Shizun." ”

Although I don't know how to crack this formation, it should be related to Lu Zhizhou in this formation.

"Good!" The young man nodded, with expectation in his eyes, "But Master, you are so good to the disciple, and the disciple also wants to give you something......"

Ye Zhao moved.

Although she knew that it was an illusion, when she met the young man's shining eyes, her heart still moved slightly.

Ye Zhao smiled: "Then let's go in." ”

I just don't know how to break the formation, so let's take him to play first.

Lu Zhizhou showed a little surprise in his eyes, he pulled the corner of Ye Zhao's clothes and walked in with her.

Ye Zhao opened the door, only to find that the figure of the young man next to him had disappeared in place.

She was slightly stunned, raised her head again, the scene in front of her changed, the decoration in the shop was messy, and a group of rugged-looking strong men were scolding.

"You kid, seeing us coming to collect debts, and you still stop us, you even have to rob us of this pastry!"

"What, you're in the same league as the slut who owes money and doesn't pay it back?"

"Beat him, you have to let this kid know that he is wrong, for a few pastries against us, do you know who we are?"

The young man who was escorted was desperately protecting the pastries wrapped in paper skin, even if he was covered in wounds, he still protected the pastries.

He bit his lower lip and never let go.

Those red eyes made Ye Zhao couldn't help but gasp.

Originally......

Was it because of this?

For a few pieces of pastry, he was covered in injuries......

What a fool!

Ye Zhao wanted to step forward, but was separated by the screen.

She could only watch the boy drag his injuries away, and watch him move forward step by step.

Ye Zhao has always known that this is an illusion, and she shouldn't have distressed emotions, but looking at the lonely figure, she took a deep breath, and her heart was slightly sour.

I don't know how long I walked, but at the moment when Ye Zhao was in a trance, the injured young man had already turned his head and looked at her, with a smile on his face.

"Master, you're here!" His eyes were shining, "The disciple has prepared your favorite pastry, do you want to give it a try?"

He was full of anticipation, but his eyes were cautious.

Ye Zhao rubbed his head and blinked his sour eyes: "I actually don't like those pastries that much, you don't have to fight so hard......"

"But ......"

Lu Zhizhou pursed his lips, he held Ye Zhao's hand, and said in a low voice: "I thought the master would be happy......"

"Well, I actually like it." Ye Zhao couldn't bear to refuse him, and took the pastry in his hand, "Don't cry, I just want to tell you that the premise of loving others is to love yourself, and you don't have to work so hard for me." ”

Lu Zhizhou turned his head sideways and watched her eat the pastry, his eyes were shining, as if he didn't pay attention to what she said.

After Ye Zhao took a bite, he suddenly smiled when he saw his demeanor.

"You, remember the words of the master." Ye Zhao pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't be so stupid, if Shizun doesn't accompany you in the future, what will you do?"

Lu Zhizhou frowned: "But the master won't abandon me, right?"

Tears suddenly appeared in his eyes again, and Ye Zhao was speechless for a while, so he had to respond.

The corners of the boy's lips were raised, and he smiled and pulled her into the distance.

There was a fog ahead, and Ye Zhao wanted to refuse, but after being led by him through the fog, his eyes wandered for a moment, completely forgetting where he was.

Over here......

Where?

"Master, didn't you say that you want to teach your disciples new swordsmanship?" Lu Zhizhou's voice was crisp, and the little young man's forehead was covered with sweat, "The disciple is ready!" ”

Ye Zhao came back to his senses at this time: "Yes, I want to teach you new swordsmanship." ”

As for what forgot......

Ye Zhao couldn't think of anything.

……

Time flies, and Ye Zhao watched Lu Zhizhou grow up, always feeling that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember anything.

Until one day, the boy stepped on the moon and came, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

Ye Zhao sat in front of the desk as always, and said lightly: "You came just in time, help the teacher study ink." ”

"Okay."

Lu Zhizhou did not refuse, before she studied the ink, her knuckled hand suddenly swept over her and picked up the pen on the table.

Ye Zhao paused: "What are you doing?"

"The disciple wants to write a letter." The young man's tone was sincere, "Master, you won't mind, will you?" ”

Ye Zhao didn't think deeply: "Casually." ”

Lu Zhizhou didn't speak again, and the study fell into silence, and when Ye Zhao realized that the atmosphere was delicate, she raised her head, only to see the young man's smiling silver eyes.

She was slightly stunned, and her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.

When I looked down, there was only one sentence written on the paper-

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy."

There was a pain in Ye Zhao's temple, she gritted her teeth and pushed Lu Zhizhou away.

The range of movement was too great, and her own waist hit the foot of the chair, and she couldn't help frowning in pain.

"Master, why are you so nervous?"

Before she could come back to her senses, she was pushed into the corner by the young man, he gently pinched her chin, and a little smile appeared in his delicate eyebrows: "Are you scared, nervous, or ...... Surprise?"

This casual tone didn't look like her elm-headed disciple at all.

Ye Zhao wanted to break free, but found that he couldn't break free.

"You're a liar!" Ye Zhao clenched his teeth, "Let go of me!" ”

The corners of Lu Zhizhou's lips were still smiling, without any fear: "Master, the disciple doesn't quite understand, is this a deception to the teacher?" ”

"That'...... What if so? ”

His cool fingertips swept over her lips, his eyes were obscure, and they were very close, intertwined with Ye Zhao's breathing, and the lips were almost together.

Ye Zhao tilted his head: "...... What the hell are you going to do?"