When he returned to the fox hole, the little glutinous rice dumplings had already eaten loquat to the point of hiccups, and Migu was very virtuous in taking the broom and sweeping the peel on the ground.

Yehua poured herself a cup of cold tea and said to me, "Let's go cook." ”

I glanced at Migu indifferently and sat down to pour a cup of cold tea. The little glutinous rice dumpling stretched out her hand to coquettish me with a small belly: "Mother, I want it too." I drank the cup of cold tea with him.

Migu hugged the broom with a bitter face and stood aside: "Auntie, your old man knows ......."

I comforted him indifferently and said: "Everything has a first time, you have experienced the thunder, are you still afraid of this, I am optimistic about you." ”

He was reluctant to go into the stove house.

Yehua held his cheeks and looked at me for a long time, and said with a low smile: "I really don't understand you, obviously Qingqiu is a fairy town, but you are governed like a mortal world." Men and women weave, but there is no shadow of immortal Taoism. ”

He didn't have the slightest consciousness of being a guest, and I didn't need to support the dignity of the host, so he smiled lazily: "If everything is solved by magic, what is the point of being a fairy." Now they are already bored, and I am thinking of choosing a time to prepare a battlefield for them, so that they can have a few battles to entertain their minds and bodies, so as not to get bored. ”

The teacup smacked on the table. He smiled and said, "This is very interesting, if there is really that time, do you need me to send a few people to help you in the future?"

I was about to gladly respond, but suddenly there was a "bang" in the stove room.

Migu stood at the door of the cave with an unkempt face, and with a huge spoon in his hand, he looked at me with resentment.

I was dumbfounded for a long time, leaned over and discussed with Yehua: "Anyway, the glutinous rice dumplings have already been burped, and we three adult immortals, it doesn't matter if we don't eat, let's forget about this meal." Then he turned around and said to Migu: "Quickly go to the mortal realm and recruit Feng Jiu back to me." ”

Migu held the spoon and arched his hand: "What is the name of the ward?"

I thought about it for a while, and said cautiously: "Let's just say that something big happened in Qingqiu." ”

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged by Yehua to the stove house: "Add some materials to make a fire, you will always do it, right?"

The little glutinous rice dumplings touched their stomachs and half-lay down in a bamboo chair to watch us, turned over, and fell asleep.

I thought it was amazing that things had come to this point.

I have only known Huajun for two days, but now he can roll up his sleeves and stand in front of my stove in a chic posture to stir-fry, and from time to time he tells me a sentence or two: "More firewood, put less." Or, "When the fire is low, add some firewood." And so on.

Suddenly remembered that Xiao Nuomi Tuanzi said that his mother was a mortal on the Junjian Mountain in the Eastern Wilderness. Well, the good shovel that Ye Huajun is wielding now is taught by his first wife who jumped off Zhuxiantai with a thin life.

Seeing him dancing with a soup spoon in one hand and a shovel in one hand, I couldn't help myself with admiration, and praised from the bottom of my heart: "Mrs. Xian is really good at cooking!"

He was stunned.

I just remembered that his wife had already lost her soul, and seeing that she mentioned it like this now, wouldn't it be a scar to uncover people's scars.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot.

I swallowed my saliva and silently added more firewood to the stove.

Yehua put the dishes up, looked at me strangely, and said indifferently: "She's like you, and she will only light a fire and add firewood while I'm cooking." "I couldn't answer anything. He turned around and went to serve the soup again, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know how I survived in that shabby place in Junji Mountain before I met me." ”

It was he who was talking to himself, but he cheapened my ears and hooked people sadly for no reason.

Yehua made three dishes and a pot of soup.

The valley was cleaned up, and I beckoned him to come and eat with me.

Yehua shook the glutinous rice dumplings awake and forcibly poured him a lot of things. The little glutinous rice dumpling puffed out his cheeks, and said angrily: "Father wants to feed it again, and if he wants to feed Ah Li again, it will become a ball." ”

Yehua continued to drink Fang Cai's cup of herbal tea slowly, and said: "It's good to eat a leather ball, I don't need to take you to Tengyun when I go back to the Heavenly Palace, I just need to roll you up and roll you, and Xu will roll into your Qingyun Palace." ”

The little glutinous rice dumpling immediately fell to my knees and pretended to cry: "Woo woo woo, my father is a bad person." ”

Yehua put down the teacup, picked up a bowl to fill the fish soup from the soup pot, and said with a smile and glutinous rice dumplings: "Now you have found a good backer." Then he pushed a bowl full of fish soup in front of me, and said very gently: "Come, shallow, you have to make up more." ”

Migu choked on a mouthful of rice and coughed endlessly.

With red eyes, I lifted the glutinous rice dumplings up from my knees, smiled and picked up the bowl of soup in front of me and said, "Good girl, let's drink another bowl of soup." ”

Yehua's craftsmanship is very good, although I don't like to see that fish soup. The other three dishes, I also ate happily.

I had a comfortable lunch, and I was in a much more relaxed mood. It was Yehua who asked me to help him find a study in the fox hole to deal with official documents, and I didn't care. Pick up the wing house near the lake where the third brother used to live, and give it to him.

I thought that Yehua was here to settle accounts with me this time, but I didn't expect that after half a month, he didn't mention the matter in the East China Sea Crystal Palace.

Early every morning, a little fairy named Jia Yun would knock on the door, take away some of the official documents that Yehua had handled a few days ago, and bring some new official documents to be approved.

It is said that this Jia Yun was the civil official of Si Mo before the Yehua case, and he was very conscientious in doing things.

At first, I also kicked my shoes every day to open the door for Jiayun Immortal Official, and the number of times was too much, and this little Immortal Official was embarrassed. I didn't close the fox hole anymore, but only set up a ban at the entrance of the cave and taught this little fairy how to pass the ban. I slept soundly again.

Yehua was mostly locked up in the newly split study to deal with official documents. In the morning, they would take me out for a walk, and in the evening after dinner, they would go for a walk again. From time to time at night, he would ask me to go to the study to play a game or two with him. I yawned and was so annoyed by him that I fell asleep on the desk in the middle of the day. But he didn't come to remind him, so he simply slept on the chess table with his clothes together.

Thinking that the Nagayun Immortal Official came to get the official document, seeing this scene, he would inevitably have some thoughts.

A conscientious immortal does not mean that he is a fairy who does not like gossip.

It's a pity that it wasn't until the concubine Su Jin in the Heavenly Palace had sent Xian'e to the threshold of my Qingqiu to repeatedly urge Yehua to realize this.

It is true that because of the Lost Valley, I have never been fortunate enough to meet that Xian'e.

I only listened to the lively little fairy hip-hop at that time, the fairy Ezi clothes were fluttering, the clothes were very good, but the face was not good. Migu stopped her at the mouth of Qingqiu Valley, and she was very arrogant and said to Migu: "My mother is not a person who can't tolerate people, and she is still the future emperor and queen." Niangniang sent me, it is also a good heart, Bai Qianshen has not yet married His Royal Highness the Prince, so he lingers all day long, lying on his neck, which is not appropriate, even the heavenly monarch of the year, it is not like this. Besides, Princess Muqing will be invited to the Heavenly Palace, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should not snub her. ”

Qingqiu originally had a wide range of people, and it was not very new to have a little doll if he didn't get married, not to mention just lying on his neck. The little immortals took this as a joke, and without waiting for Migu to speak, they beat the fairy out.

I weighed her words in my heart, except for the fact that she lingered all day long, and lay down with her neck crossed, everything else made sense. Because I couldn't figure out why Yehua was doing this time to stay with me for so long, I found such a reason and turned my head to talk to him.

He was opening the window and standing in front of the bookcase, drawing lotus flowers in the lake. Hearing me say this, he frowned and said, "If I want to come to live with you, I will come to live with you, and you are my wife, can the people next to me control it?"

I was stunned for a while, and after he mentioned it, I really remembered again that the night Huajun in front of me was indeed the husband who was promised to me by Tianjun Lao'er. I'm 90,000 years younger, uh, that husband.

I sighed and said solemnly: "If I also got married at a serious age, I am afraid that my grandson will be as old as you now." ”

His hand holding the pen paused, and I squinted at the rice paper on the table, which was really a good penmanship through the back of the paper.

He was silent, and put down his pen to look at me fixedly, his eyes extremely cold.

I laughed dryly, then changed the topic and said, "Listen to that Xian'e, you brought the Muqing of the East China Sea to the Heavenly Palace?"

The conversation doesn't seem to be turning well.

I just thought that men were keen to talk about women. When I was the seventeenth year of Kunlun Xuxiao, every time I made the senior brother angry, when I talked to him about the beautiful goddess and fairy, I could always easily resolve his anger. But I don't want to be this time, I'm no longer the little seventeen who was in Kunlun back then. Even though the male gods and goddesses are also keen to discuss the goddess fairy, they are definitely unwilling to talk about another goddess fairy with the same goddess fairy. In this way, I was abrupt again.

I don't know that the man's heart is under the needle, and Yehua, who was still very depressed, looked at me indifferently, and picked up the pen again to dip it in ink, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of laugh lines, and said: "Stand by the window, yes, in front of the bamboo couch, well, it's better to lie down, comb your hair, and put on a leisurely posture." ”

I Mu Muran did as he said, and then I realized that he was going to make a danqing for me.

How long do I have to be bored on this bamboo couch, I am in the posture of begonia spring sleep, and I am speechless.

He drew for a while, and suddenly said: "That second prince who is unwilling to marry the West Sea, she took care of me and Ah Li a lot, so I will take her back to heaven to be a servant." When she figures it out someday, put her back. ”

I was dumbfounded for a while, but I didn't expect him to say this.

He raised his head, there was some warmth between his eyebrows, and said slowly: "If there is anything else you want to tell me, I will say it together." ”

I was very grateful: "My hands are numb, can I change my position?"

He laughed and drew a few more strokes before saying, "Whatever you want." ”

I ended up falling asleep on the bamboo couch.

When I woke up, it was dark. He was covered with a pitch-black robe, like a night flower, but others didn't know where he had gone.