It's not good-looking, but it's a durable type.

Yue Ying stared at the woman and raised her chin: "Come here." ”

The attendant glanced at it and waved at the woman.

The maids lined up and left the temple in graceful figures, and the attendants also withdrew.

The final closing of the door ended with the sound of squirming leaving.

Yue Ying changed her posture and looked at the woman with the eyes of the goods, full of pickiness.

looked at the woman who was still standing quietly and a little cramped.

hooked the corners of his lower lip, and said, what are you doing there, what do you need to be taught?

The woman's watery eyes glanced at Yue Ying and lowered it a little.

She pursed her lower lip, and finally moved towards Yue Ying.

Seeing the woman coming, Yue Ying showed a silent mockery.

It's not actually his favorite type.

He has never wanted this type of stuff like this, just like this, he can't say a word for a long time, isn't this a disappointment.

But now Yue Ying feels that it is not bad to be quiet.

──No matter how much you love pretending, you're not a **.

He laughed and scolded fiercely in his heart.

It was Yue Ying who thought that the woman was rubbing, and it was Yue Ying who didn't let her get close after she approached, and she was really moody and unpredictable.

Yue Ying stepped forward and sniffed the woman's hair—fortunately, the smell of rouge powder was not too strong.

He curled the corners of his lips and stared at the woman, who was also looking at him in surprise, and then lowered her eyes slightly, and her cheeks were slightly red in the warm yellow candlelight.

"Why don't you speak."

Yue Ying smiled and asked hoarsely without thinking.

He didn't know what he was asking for—he wasn't here to talk to someone, but he didn't react at all to different people during the day, he didn't react at all, if it wasn't for such a big reaction during the day, Yue Ying would have suspected that he was bad.

But he just wanted to say it.

Even if the woman doesn't respond, it's like talking to himself.

- It's like talking to yourself all the time......

He raised his hand to caress the other party's cheek, and his gaze and smile suddenly became gentle: "...... Say something, I'd like to hear it. ”

He suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It was a territory that could not be touched or invaded, and could only be viewed from afar.

It was unique to him, and no one could compare to it.

Even a kind of analogy or substitution is a kind of stain on it, just like a snow-white paper stained with a tiny stain, which makes people intolerable to the point of going crazy.

It was too pure for him to tolerate it being polluted, and the words and eyes, even those that could be touched invisibly, were polluted

-- This world is a kind of pollution to it.

"Say what?"

A gentle female voice interrupted Yue Ying's thoughts lingering in his ears.

Yue Ying stared at the woman who was still lowering her eyes as if she had just woken up from a big dream, and took the hand that was stroking the other party's cheek, and her expression became cold.

- What's more, this kind of lowly, pretentious**.

All interest was gone, leaving only a deep sense of disgust and disgust.

Yue Ying laughed mockingly: "Don't say anything, since you don't want to be angry, don't say anything in the future." ”

The woman was kicked out, but the anger and irritability in Yue Ying's heart did not disappear at all, but burned more and more, and it was not pleasing to the eye.

Since his eyes were healed, Yue Ying had lost the yin energy he had before, but now there seemed to be a brand new, unfamiliar emotions that he didn't know were injected into him without him knowing, melting in the blood, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at his heart.

He tried to savor the feeling of the day, the slow and comfortable flirtatation from top to bottom.

However, Yue Ying remembered the osmanthus tree that day, the tip of her nose was full of strong osmanthus fragrance, and then she couldn't help but think of Wen Xien, who was charitable and clean and cold.

Everything was like gunpowder touching a spark, and the smoke completely confused his brain, and he couldn't control the feeling of eruption.

——

Yue Ying was out of breath, but she gradually calmed down, but she felt empty again.

After venting, Yue Ying thought it would be better, but suddenly realized that a special feeling had appeared.

Very uncomfortable.

It's like being busy for a long time and turning your head only to find that you haven't caught anything.

My mind was blank, and I couldn't even tell about my loss.

Yue Ying bathed again, but she couldn't sleep while lying on the bed, she finally fell asleep, and woke up again in the middle of the night.

The large hall was shrouded in hazy night.

——

Strings of willow like jasper beads hung low down the fluffy green silks, shrouded in pleasant shade around Wen Xien.

Wen Xien lifted the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a snow-white wrist with a pale blue droplet-shaped mark on his snow-white skin.

The color is very light and light, which means that the power of the shark bead is weakening, which means that Yue Ying's eyes should be almost healed, and when the seal disappears, it is also the day when Wen Xien disappears.

But when Wen Xien went to ask, Yue Ying still said that she couldn't see clearly, she was still confused, and it stands to reason that by now, her eyes should be no different from ordinary people.

So there is only one promise, Yue Ying is lying, but why is he lying, doesn't he care about his eyes the most?

Now it's okay, there is no banquet to celebrate, but it is still hidden.

——

"Pure dust-" Ke Changqing stepped into the door holding a red object, and waited for Wen Xien, who was about to arrive, and hid mysteriously behind him.

He was a little shy and half-knelt next to the monk who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and when he saw Wen Xi'en closing his eyes and chanting, he also closed his voice and did not dare to say anything.

Wen Xien opened his eyes, and Ke Changqing said excitedly: "Guess I brought you something back." ”

Wincyne glanced at him and turned his head to the side, ignoring him.

The glittering light in Ke Changqing's eyes was a little dim, but he still opened the object hidden behind him as if offering a treasure, and handed it to Wen Xien's eyes, which was a box of delicate-looking red bean cakes.

"I saw that the table was full of pastries that day, you only moved the plate of red bean crisp, and I thought you should love to eat, and when I came back, I happened to see a store selling it, so I bought a box and came back, you can taste it and see if it tastes good."

The tip of Wen Xien's nose twitched, and he smelled a sweet but not greasy fragrance, which was not a street stall.

She looked over and stared at the three big characters "Jade Food Zhai" printed on the brocade box.

Yushizhai, Wen Xien still heard Yue Ying say, one of the best pastry shops, it is rumored that their red bean crisp is a must, but it is not open in Chang'an City, and the people in line can line up from the east of the city to the west of the city.

There is a difference of 108,000 miles from the direction of Yuefu, where did it come from, by the way?

Wen Xien looked at Ke Changqing, who was staring at her with his fox eyes, his eyes flashing with anticipatory joy.

There's a typo, drop me

(End of chapter)