Wen Xien stiffened his elbows and trembled to color Xuemei, who had been painting all morning, but his hands trembled so hard that he fainted.

The pale lip flap is slightly pursed, and the description is painted to find a mend, but the more it is mended, the more wrong it is, and in the end, the already ordinary painting is even more vulgar.

Wen Xien put down her pen angrily, she had been locked up here for almost two months, her heart became more and more calm, obviously she could endure to sit at the desk all day without moving, but in the last few days, she has begun to feel depressed.

She used to even kneel in the temple for a day or recite Buddhist scriptures, but now she even took out her usual brushes, and as a result, she spent the morning painting only painting that became more and more sloppy.

Wen Xien's hands were shaking, her thoughts were chaotic, but the sound of air in her ears made her bones itch.

"The master drew so well."

At some point, the squire, who had fled from the desert yesterday, stood behind her, bent over and looked at Wen Xi'an's painting, so close that his cheek was pressed against Wen Xi'an's ear.

Wen Xi'en heard the sound and saw the eyelashes of the attendant Black Crow very closely, fluttering one after another, as if he wanted to swing the waves in his eyes into Wen Xi'en's eyes.

Wen Xien seemed to be hooked by the scorching breath between his breaths, and looked straight into the eyes of the attendant as if he had lost his soul, and was stunned, slowly, close to the waiter's body, but when the two lips were about to touch, the tip of Wen Xien's nose was a smell, a faint, familiar fragrance.

Obviously, this smell is very light and smells good, but Wen Xien seems to have been slapped hard by this smell, and he woke up hotly, she quickly opened the distance between her and the attendant in embarrassment, and muttered: "This smell ......"

Wen Xien wanted to see the true face of this squire, but unfortunately, with his current mana, he couldn't see it clearly.

The attendant was also a little stunned, sniffing his sleeve strangely when he heard the words, and felt that there was no strange smell.

"There's no smell."

Wen Xien probably knew that he was making too much of a fuss, and hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and sniffed again.

The familiar smell made Wen Xien still remember it after so long, but she knew that the person was dead, dead in front of her with her own eyes, so what was this smell?

Is it coated with incense powder?

"Did you put on the powder?"

The attendant stood there dumbfounded, he didn't apply any incense powder at all, but maybe Wen Xien's expression was too ugly, he subconsciously lied, pretended to be surprised, with expectation, and asked cautiously, "Does it smell bad?" ”

"It doesn't smell good!" Wen Xien reacted so loudly that he stood up suddenly, and pulled the leg of the chair out with a screeching sound, "You hurry up and wash it, and don't apply it in the future." ”

The light in the squire's eyes was shattered with a thud on the ground, and he scattered dazedly and fragily, and he asked again very lightly, "Why?" ”

Why are you so disgusted by his taste?

"There's no why." Wen Xien's face was indifferent, and his eyebrows seemed to have a thin layer of frost condensed, "I don't like it, wash it off." ”

The door slammed shut at the tip of the squire's nose, and he heard Wen Xien's voice trembling through the door.

"Why does it taste so much like ......"

The eyes of the attendants darkened layer by layer, looking extremely dark and terrifying.

A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, Ke Changqing was annoyed and puzzled, he didn't know why Wen Xien would reject the smell of his body so much, he seemed to have just met this monk for the first time.

Originally, Ke Changqing wanted to break in directly, but when he saw entering this courtyard, he changed his attention, and the ghost made a god to disguise himself as someone else's appearance to approach Wen Xien.

Ke Changqing originally only wanted to see if his demon pill was not in the monk's body, but the monk's strange behavior gave Ke Changqing a desire to explore, and he wanted to see what was going on here.

……

"Master, I've already gone to take a shower." Ke Changqing knocked on the door and listened to the movement in the house.

The door quickly opened, revealing Wen Xien's face that was cold but also a little cramped and guilty, "I was too excited just now. ”

She looked at the droplets of water that were still dripping down the tips of Ke Changqing's hair, and couldn't help but say more: "Why are you going to take a bath now, isn't there no hot water?" ”

Ke Changqing's pale lips smiled reluctantly, his eyes were full of weak fatigue, and he said softly, "It's okay, master." ”

Wen Xien felt even more guilty, so he pulled him into the house and poured him a cup of hot tea, "You warm up first." ”

Seeing Ke Changqing shrinking into a ball, taking a small sip of tea, Wen Xien also sat down uneasily, Ke Changqing was still young, the most unfrozen age, in case he caught a cold and got sick, wouldn't it be troublesome.

Wen Xien sighed and said helplessly: "I didn't let you wash it now, when the hot water is boiled at night, it won't be too late for you to wash it again." ”

Ke Changqing held the teacup and glanced at Wen Xien timidly, his cheeks were red and fluttering for some reason, "However, I don't want the master to hate me." ”

Wen Xien was choked by his words, and glanced at Ke Changqing, who lowered his head, "I don't hate you." ”

"Just hating the smell reminds me of bad things."

Ke Changqing's pupils shook, and he asked a little stiffly, "What's the bad thing?" ”

Wen Xi'en lowered her slender eyelashes, her skin was pale and transparent, and her delicate and picturesque eyebrows were covered with a layer of sorrow, she didn't seem to want to touch on this topic, and said roughly perfunctory, "It's not a good thing to be left and right, there is no need to know." ”

Ke Changqing pursed his lips and pulled out a forced smile, "If the master doesn't want to say it, he won't say it." ”

——

"Master, is it delicious?" Ke Changqing looked at Wen Xien with a smile and drank porridge indifferently.

Wen Xien's appetite is very small, and his appetite has become smaller and smaller after being locked up again, and many times when he eats, he just moves his chopsticks with meaning, and the porridge cooked by Ke Changqing is not not delicious, of course, it is definitely not very delicious.

Wen Xien is willing to eat just because he has this attendant to relieve his boredom in the past few days, so as to give face.

Facing the young man's sparkling eyes, Wen Xien ate a small spoonful of porridge for face, and said gently: "It tastes good." ”

The young man smiled even brighter, full of joy: "I cooked a cup today, if you eat too much glutinous rice, you will be bloated, if the master still wants to eat, I will make it for you tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

Wen Xien was already full and put down the porcelain bowl.

"Yes." The young man nodded obediently and went to collect the chopsticks in front of Wen Xien, but when he touched the edge of the bowl, he "hissed" as if he had suffered great pain, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

Good night

(End of chapter)