Money, he really didn't have.

He didn't have to worry about her food and clothing, but the space container was abducted by her, and she was seriously injured, and some of the bits and pieces left in her hands were replaced with medicine for her, and now she has eaten all the medicine, and he is really short of money.

Zhao Fushuang stood in front of the door of the cave but couldn't get out, but she just stood there stubbornly, waiting for him to open the door.

Yi Huang said with a dark face: "Come here, put away the book." ”

Zhao Fu scribbled the door of the cave with his fingers, and refused to look back.

Yi Huang suppressed his patience, and warned coldly: "Zhao Fushuang, come and clean up!" ”

Don't go!

Kick it over and then go back to clean it up, she doesn't want to lose face?!

If you don't go out, you don't go out!

Zhao Fu clasped his hands on his chest, and simply returned to the stone bed and got into the quilt to continue sleeping.

Yi Huang looked at the person wrapped in the quilt on the bed with a dark face, and occasionally squirmed with the quilt.

Can he still throw her out of the cave at this moment, Yi Lian admitted that all the patience in his life has been spent on her!

Yi Huang slowly rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a deep breath for a long time, "Where is my space container?" ”

Zhao Fushuang didn't speak.

"If you want money, find the space container first."

This time, the jacket was slightly flipped and a head came out.

Yi Huang was about to pinch the trick to use his mana to find the space container, Zhao Fushuang turned over and got out of bed, walked over quickly, and reached out to pat off his pinching hand: "Don't look for it, you can't lose it, so it's temporarily stored elsewhere." ”

Yi Huang didn't know what tricks she was playing, "How can I give you money without a space container?" ”

Seeing that Yi Huang was about to find a belt, Zhao Fushuang believed that he really had no money.

"Well, then I don't want it." Glancing at him with disdain, she reluctantly leaned over to clean up the books on the floor.

The scattered books were in front of him, and Zhao Fushuang also leaned over in front of him, taking in his every move.

When she moved, she could see the curve of her slender waist under the skirt, and the pink skirt was scattered all over the ground, and even some fell on his shirt, inexplicably intimate!

"I'll clean it up myself." Yi Huang looked away and spoke coldly.

Zhao Fushuang is not a good-tempered person, so he raised his head and said fiercely, "One moment this, one moment that, it's up to you!" ”

She won't leave, just clean up!

It seems that no matter how Zhao Fushuang in a pink shirt tosses, there is always a kind of delicate girl that only a little girl has.

Maybe it's because she is sick, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are weak, but she is a little less unruly and flamboyant when she wears white.

Maybe not, at least she kicked and crushed that day, full of momentum, like a tigress protecting her cubs.

With a wave of his hand, the table was turned over, right between the two of them.

There was an extra desk in front of her, even if Zhao Fushuang stared at the beads, her aura would inevitably weaken by three points, and she pulled her skirt hatefully, "What's the matter, the table is pressing my clothes." ”

Look at this arrogance!

Yi Huang's eyebrows raised slightly, lifted the case slightly, and allowed her to pull her skirt away.

Zhao Fushuang picked up the book and put it on the table.

She had already noticed that Yi Huang was not eclectic at all when he read books, he read all types of books, and he read everything seriously.

When the book was being organized, Zhao Fushuang did not forget to read the broken thoughts: "Poor like this, how can you be embarrassed to live at such an old age." ”！！

Is he poor?

Three days, two ends, one life.

Who meets her, who can not be poor?!

Yi Huang ignored his sarcasm and only swept through the books she had packed.

She slept unexpectedly honestly, with her hands folded on her chest.

When she fell asleep, her breathing was shallow, and she could not turn over all night, and when she woke up, the quilt was still neat and clean on her waist.

The quilt she slept on was folded with edges and corners, and the folds of the bed were flattened several times.

At this moment, all the books were placed in their original ways, and she subconsciously smoothed them out because of the damage caused by the drops.

It is not difficult to see that these are not deliberate on her part, but habits formed in her bones.

So she may have a good family, and her parents must have given her good guidance.

was originally a good girl, but the bad thing is that she has a mouth.

"What kind of eyes do you have!"

Zhao Fushuang packed up her books and clapped her hands and got up, don't think she can't see the disapproval in his eyes!

Zhao Fushuang came to the gate of the cave again, but Yi Huang didn't stop her again.

When she went out again, she didn't touch Zi Lian, she lay in the sea of flowers for a long time, and only came back after drinking a pot of wine in the breeze.

She drank a lot of wine, a pot of wine, just slightly drunk.

When I opened the door of the cave, my footsteps were not shaky.

Yi Huang raised his eyes to look at her cheeks that were pink because of drinking, and said disapprovingly: "Drinking hurts your body, and you still hurt yourself." ”

Zhao Fushuang: "Don't be long-winded, stinky old man." ”

Yi Huang: "......"

Zhao Fushuang wanted to go to bed, but then he walked to the opposite side of Yi Huang and sat down, looking at Yi Huang through a table.

She tilted her head and stared at him and said, "No, I'm still angry, why are others so arrogant in our own fields?" What does it mean that the mountain lord's mansion is divided less? ”

Zhao Fushuang is not a person with multiple money, Yi Huang doesn't know why she is still thinking about this.

To put it bluntly, the Mountain Lord's Mansion has little to do with her.

It's a good thing that she doesn't step on her feet at the critical moment.

Yi Huang said: "The back mountain is barren, and it was Banqing who wanted to plant some flowers and plants, so he razed it and reclaimed it. ”

If so.

If Yi Huang is willing, it is understandable to give his head to Yun Banqing.

"So, what do these herbs do to those ancestors below?"

She could hear it clearly that day, and Zi Nian said that those ancestors would not let him go.

How big this mayfly mountain is, the main peak is enough for every strong person to enclose the land, even if this piece of land in the mountain behind the mountain lord's mansion is really better than other places, but no matter how good it is, it is the mountain lord's mansion, and it is not something that other ancestors can interfere with.

"This is a long story, at first, the medicinal herbs in the back mountain were only used by the mountain lord's mansion and the head of the family, and later the survival rate and quantity of the herbs planted in the back mountain have improved, and the mountain lord's mansion has no one else except me, and it is useless to ask for those medicinal materials, so they were distributed to the treasure pavilion of the Yunding faction, and the head of the sect rewarded the disciples in need."

Zhao Fushuang looked at Yi Huang.

It's so speechless!

"You are noble, you don't need to give it to the sect, but what does this matter to the ancestors?"

Yi Huang didn't want to say it, but Zhao Fu grabbed it and didn't let go.

Looking at Zhao Fushuang's persistent and clean eyes, he also realized that Zhao Fushuang, who had drunk wine, seemed to be a little different.

There was a frank light in her eyes, without the emotions of Su Ri or flamboyant or domineering, as if she could see her soul at a glance.

Clear, thorough!

This feeling is almost contrary to Zhao Fushuang's past style of behavior.

For a long time, Yi Huang said: "Don't talk about these things." ”

"I want to hear it."

Zhao Fushuang's face, with this innocent expression, is like a beautiful child, and there are probably not many people who can refuse.

But Yi Huang could bear it, "I don't want to say it, go to sleep." ”

"I don't." Zhao Fushuang went to pull Yi Huang's sleeves.

How can you still get started!

"Let it go!"

"I don't!" Zhao Fushuang shook and tugged at Yi Huang's sleeves, her white and tender hands were clenched tightly, and she couldn't tell for a while whether her hands were tender or his white clothes were whiter.

Yi Huang lost his patience: "Zhao Fushuang! ”

"Why are you ......" domineering with coquettishness!