The boiling gruel cools down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and no longer tumbles and overflows.

Ye Xiuyan lowered her eyes, looking at the spiritual rice porridge that exuded a faint smell of fish and meat, and her mood was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

After a moment of silence, she put aside the chaotic love threads and said indifferently: "Today, my father and mother brought my younger brothers and sisters over, and the family had a reunion dinner, and tomorrow I will retreat and cultivate." ”

"Hmm."

Lin Jingcheng stirred the action of rice porridge for a moment, and hummed a little shallow movement from the tip of his nose, which was supposed to be an answer.

"Three years is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and over time, a lot of things will change."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes flashed slightly, and then said: "I can't guarantee that I will be able to successfully transform the spiritual root, and I can't give you any inheritance, if one day, you meet the right person, you just forget me." ”

There was a long silence in the kitchen, and there was no response, only a light, light breath lingering in my ears.

Ye Xiuyan's eyes dimmed, and for some reason, her heart was sour and uncomfortable, and a faint sense of loss swelled up.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Lin Jingcheng suddenly spoke, with a bit of anger between his words.

Ye Xiuyan's heart trembled, and her breathing stagnated.

"That's what you see of me?"

Lin Jingcheng suddenly used force in his arm, turned the person around for half a circle, and imprisoned him in his arms: "Think I'm inattentive, I like the new and hate the old, and I can't even wait for three years?" ”

"No, it's not."

Ye Xiuyan was in a complicated mood, and the more she explained, the more confused she became: "I just don't want to delay you, even if you really empathize with you, I won't blame you." ”

Before the words fell, a scorching breath came to her face, Lin Jingcheng held up her chin and dropped a strong and domineering kiss.

The temperature in the kitchen rises sharply, and there is a different kind of emotion.

Ye Xiuyan's heartbeat was disordered, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but her arm trembled almost uncontrollably.

"Hey, hey."

Qingyang saw this scene through the window, covered his mouth and snickered, and crept back to the bamboo house.

There was no trace of people in the small courtyard, only the chirping of cicadas in the summer, which kept calling.

*

At noon, Ye Jian's family came to a complete set, along with Xu Huimin and Wang Qiaoyan.

Lin Fuxi also slipped out of the palace to join in the fun.

For a while, the island in the middle of the lake was lively again, and the chickens and dogs were jumping non-stop.

"Xiuyan, you two are really not righteous."

"What about the four tyrants of the Imperial Court Academy?"

"You are both in retreat, only me and Hui Min are left, just my delicate little body, what do you use to fight with others, what kind of hegemony do you call."

A parting banquet, sad and miserable, Xu Huimin and Wang Qiaoyan were drunk, wiping their tears, chattering non-stop.

"Wait."

Lin Fuxi also drank a lot, and the wine was strong, stepping on the chair and being proud: "This princess has successfully exited the customs, and our four tyrants have gathered, broken into the academy, and turned him upside down." ”

A cold air that penetrated into the bone marrow fell from the sky and enveloped it.

"Ahh

Lin Fuxi shivered from the cold, a spirit, and woke up.

"Bingbingbing, brother, when did you come?"

Looking at the handsome young man who fell from the sky, white clothes like snow, cold as frost, and Her Royal Highness the royal woman, she stammered gorgeously.

"On Your Majesty's orders."

Bai Bing looked at him coldly, and conveyed the holy decree in a serious manner: "This dean will take Her Royal Highness the Imperial Maiden to the secret place to cultivate now." ”

"Huh? Right now! ”

Lin Fuxi was stunned, jumped off the chair in fear, and hid behind Lin Jingcheng: "No, no, no, no, I'm not ready, the farewell banquet must be drunk at least until midnight." ”