The monk in a snow-white robe is as thin and graceful as a bamboo branch that has pressed the snow, and it is unbroken.

The words that came out were cold, just like her appearance.

But no one understands it better than Ke Changqing, this is just the surface, in fact, Jingchen's heart is very soft, otherwise Jingchen would not have shown his demonic nature and wanted to hurt her at the moment, but he still didn't hurt him at all.

"I don't know, Jingchen, I don't know ......"

Ke Changqing's hand slowly stroked Wen Xien's face, leaving a cold fragrance on his fingertips.

"As soon as Jingchen spoke, I don't know why it didn't become me."

As long as he thinks that he can always be by Jingchen's side, he is happy, and his heart seems to jump out of his throat.

But as soon as he heard Jingchen say that he didn't want him anymore, he was sad, and it hurt a hundred or a thousand times more than taking a whip.

Whether Changqing is Changqing or not, it seems that Changqing can't decide by himself.

"I'm so sad, I'm so sad, I'm so uncomfortable......"

Ke Changqing bent down and buried himself in Wen Xien's neck, letting out a dull whimper.

"But I don't want to leave Jingchen, I don't want to leave ......"

Wen Xien didn't have any waves, for Ke Changqing's pleading, her attitude was as cold as a handful of snow in winter, and she didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in her eyes, as if she could frostbite people when she looked at them.

She couldn't see it, Ke Changqing's lowered face was faintly distorted in an instant.

There was a long oppressive silence between the two.

After a while, Ke Changqing raised his head, and the corners of his eyes lowered and glanced at Wen Xien's face cautiously.

"If you drive me away, I will turn into a demon and follow you every day, so that you will not be at peace."

"You can't become a Buddha."

Ke Changqing's white jade cheeks suddenly came to Wen Xi'en with the fragrance of Lingling.

The good color that suddenly approached did not dazzle Wen Xien, she looked at Ke Changqing, only calm.

Finally, after half a sound, Wen Xien sighed, she took a step back, stared at Ke Changqing, her face was still cold, and she looked unkind: "The poor monk won't drive you away, but you have to understand that the poor monk will return to Yonghean after completing the task, and you will leave after all." ”

The previous paragraph made Ke Changqing's face look happy, and the latter paragraph made his joy disappear instantly, Ke Changqing reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "Jingchen, can't you take me with you?" Let me do whatever I want. ”

"Shemales have different paths."

Wen Xien replied with four cold words.

Ke Changqing asked, "What if I'm not a demon?" Will you ever leave me again? ”

The little fox's voice was low, hoarse and choked.

Wen Xien didn't answer him, her light-colored pupils were not as gentle as before, she turned around, and her sleeves slipped from Ke Changqing's hand.

"Clean ......"

Ke Changqing lowered his head, the hair draped over his shoulders covered his face, and he called softly.

The person who was called paused, and just as Ke Changqing was expecting Wen Xien to turn his head, he left without pausing for the next second.

"Clean ......"

Why did you ignore me......

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After that, no matter how Ke Changqing behaved coquettishly in front of Wen Xien, he couldn't get a smile and eyes from Wen Xien, even if he looked at it, he was cold and had no warmth.

This caused Ke Changqing to pester Wen Xien more and more, and he would never go out to run around again, nor would he go to the world to play around, and stayed by Wen Xien's side every day.

Wen Xien saw it in his eyes, the little fox lost his previous vitality, became cautious, and only dared to hide in a corner and look pitifully, like a puppy abandoned by his master, only daring to turn at the master's feet, begging his master to take him home.

Wen Xien was writing on the table, Ke Changqing found that there was no ink, he walked over quietly, and Wen Xien didn't find it when he wrote into his mind.

After a while, Wen Xien realized that she finally raised her eyelashes slightly, and met Ke Changqing's somewhat flattering eyes, her gaze almost didn't stop, and fell on his hand where he was grinding ink, he should have been grinding for the first time, and there was a lot of ink on his fingers.

Wen Xien stretched out his hand, pressed Ke Changqing's hand, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk will come by himself, and he won't bother you." ”

Ke Changqing blinked: "You can write it with peace of mind, leave it to me, I can do a good job, don't let me go." ”

He was born with a very flattering and handsome face, whether he pretended to be pitiful or cute, it was easy to make people soft-hearted, and he couldn't bear to be too strict with him, he used this trick to always make Wen Xi'en soft-hearted, and asked for a lot of benefits.

But now Wen Xien didn't seem to be touched, she held Ke Changqing's palm and dragged it, Ke Changqing's hand fell off, she turned her head sideways, her eyes fell on the begonia tree outside the window, and said lightly: "But the poor monk wants to stay alone for a while." ”

Ke Changqing flattened his mouth, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to upset Wen Xien, his good intentions were ignored and he was somewhat hurt, so he looked at each other in place, expecting Wen Xien to change his mind.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but Ke Changqing was still defeated.

There is always a person staring at her in the study, and Wen Xien is not used to it after a long time, so she went this time

Reading in the yard.

Ke Changqing didn't come for a few days, Wen Xien thought that Ke Changqing would stop, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, Ke Changqing came out again after a while, but he held a small celadon bowl in his hand.

As soon as he got closer, he smelled a sweet smell of milk, Wen Xien unconsciously took a small step forward, and Ke Changqing carefully handed the bowl over.

"Blanch carefully, freshly steamed cheese, wait for it to cool down before eating."

The cheese is golden and soft, and just looking at it makes you feel the taste of tenderness and sweetness, which may be the reason why this fox has not been found in the past few days.

Wen Xien only glanced at it and looked away, shaking his head slightly: "Poor monks don't like sweets. ”

I have never received sweetness before, but now if I indulge in it all of a sudden, and I am too greedy, I am afraid that I will never be able to endure hardship in this life.

So Jingchen doesn't love sweetness, and he doesn't dare to love.

Ke Changqing didn't seem to hear her refusal, took her hand, and put the warm celadon bowl in her palm: "Then Lao Jingchen help me get it." ”

Wen Xien held the cheese coldly, and saw Ke Changqing walking under the begonia tree, lowering a flower branch, picking a pink and white petal, and turning back to her and smiling again.

Ke Changqing blew the flower and placed it in the middle of the golden cheese, the pink and white petals opened properly, and the tender yellow stamens spit out in the middle, and the fragrance was leisurely and floating.

"It's done this time," Ke Changqing took the bowl and pointed to the stone table and bamboo chair under the begonia tree, "Jingchen, accompany me to sit and taste my craftsmanship?" ”

Wen Xien nodded imperceptibly under Ke Changqing's earnest and gentle gaze.

Ke Changqing originally thought that he would be entangled for a long time, but he never thought that Wen Xien would agree so easily, nor did he think that he would have the opportunity to stand under the flourishing begonia tree with Wen Xien and share a bowl of dessert at the same table.

Typo dripping me

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