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The ambiguity was quietly born in the warm pavilion, which made Ye Qiudi a little uncomfortable. Su Mu covered the arm on her waist, her body was a little stiff, and she didn't dare to move.

Su Musha also noticed it, his fingers slid back and forth, and there was a hint of smugness at the corners of his lips. Only at this time can he take advantage of the little senior sister.

To be more detailed, this is the first time the two of them have been alone in the same bed. When he was in the Medicine King Valley, although Su Musha had the heart of a thief to do cultivation and other plans, the little senior sister was wise and close to the demon, and she saw through his dirty thoughts at a glance, so that Su Musha lost the opportunity to get close, and even almost became the person who was raised.

But now it's different, the childhood sweetheart has achieved positive results, and Su Musha, who has won the beauty, is now time to be heroic. Thinking about these nonsense, Su Musha wanted to get closer to Ye Qiudi, so he endured the pain, grinned and grimaced and turned his body sideways.

Ye Qiudi couldn't help but smile when she saw him, and then exclaimed, but it was Su Mu who stopped her waist and took her into his arms.

As for the lion ball between the two, it was teased by Su Musha for a long time.

Ye Qiudi didn't struggle, she was as docile as a lion ball in her arms, of course, when she was in Ye Qiudi's arms.

The little senior sister's forehead was pressed against his chin, exhaling like an orchid, which made Su Musha deeply intoxicated. Holding it like this, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, as if he was holding a fragile plain porcelain in his arms, or an empty valley orchid, which would break when he touched it, stain it when he touched it, and break it when he moved.

Whoever is like a cloud "flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches", that is not to understand the hesitation of flower pickers.

There is no brazier on the warm pavilion, but there is more warmth out of thin air, or a kind of affection, which is slowly growing. That feeling is just like the summer afternoon in the previous life, the admiring girl in the mottled shadows of the trees sprinkled outside the window, patiently talking to you, in the lazy sun, in love.

It was completely dark, and the book should not be readable.

Su Musha lowered his head and looked at the little senior sister who was close at hand, but he couldn't take her expression in his eyes, only that she closed her eyes and her eyelashes were trembling gently.

There was a sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder, and it should be that Shuyu had come up to light the lamp.

Ye Qiudi had no intention of getting up, she suddenly felt that maybe it would be better to lie down like this until she was old.

Soyu walked to the door, and a candlelight passed through the crack in the door. She stopped, listened to the silence in the warm pavilion, turned around and led the maid downstairs again, taking away the candlelight.

There was silence again. Su Musha could hear Ye Qiudi's even breathing, rhythmic and rhythmic, which made him intoxicated. Then he heard the sound of snow falling, and it gradually covered the whole world from low to high, brushing away the dust on the Spiegel Stand.

Su Musha lowered his head, gently dropped his lips on Ye Qiudi's forehead, closed his eyes, and listened to the snow falling outside the window, as if he had entered the realm of Zen.

Ye Qiudi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars in the dark, but he didn't look up to look at Su Musha. She clearly felt that Su Musha's body was completely calm, and the qi of the "Taisu Heart Sutra" came out from the dantian, wandering along the meridians around him, nourishing the body and meridians, and the sense of qi became stronger and stronger, as if there was a breakthrough trend.

Although he didn't know why Su Mu had grown like this, Ye Qiudi was relieved not to disturb him. The internal force of the Taisu Heart Sutra is a gentle qi, and it is rare to practice the exercises and go crazy. It is also known as the "Holy Book of Healing" in the rivers and lakes, and a little internal force can be invasive.

A pillar of incense has passed, Su Musha is still close to Ye Qiudi's forehead, listening to her breathing, listening to the sound of snow falling, not thinking about anything, just listening quietly, listening, slowly adjusting her breathing with her, slowly listening to the snow falling, and letting the true qi run in the meridians.

It seemed like a few more hours had passed, and the snow had not stopped, and the light was getting brighter outside the window. It was silver floc flying in the sky, Qiong Yao turned to the ground, illuminating the whole world.

Ye Qiudi was lying in Su Musha's arms, listening carefully to the sound of his junior brother's heartbeat, and the ghost sent him to hug Su Musha.

Slowly, the qi of the dantian slowed down, and she could feel that Su Musha's internal strength had finally improved a little.

Thinking that he was jealous that others were sleeping and practicing, and now that he was nephrite in his arms, Wen Xiangyingya practiced the exercises, and I don't know what he should say.

"Ye Qiudi~" Su Mu said suddenly, as if whispering, but Ye Qiudi knew that he was awake, so he agreed with "um".

"I like you. Su Musha said.

"Hmm. Ye Qiudi seemed to respond, muttered, and lazily stayed in Su Musha's arms without moving.

After another half of the hour, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps under the attic, and he stopped downstairs, as if he was stopped by Shuyu. Later, there was another sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder of the warm pavilion.

Shuyu knocked on the door: "Miss, the elder of the beggar gang has something important to meet, and his subordinates can't stop him, so he will rush over immediately." ”

"Yue Dao Chief?" Ye Qiudi raised his head, a little puzzled.

Su Musha smiled bitterly: "Yue Zhu (stealing) a chicken, not ashamed, but proud of how many Taoist chiefs can there be, naturally it is Guo Gongzi's uncle, and the holy hand of stealing chickens is always called Hualuo." ”

"A Chicken in the Moon" is from the Confucian classic "Mencius Tengwen Gongxia", Su Musha once used to ridicule the old call to steal chickens as a knowingly crime, but he didn't want to be ashamed of the old shout, but used it as his own number.

Ye Qiudi got up and straightened his clothes: "The one who instigated you to steal the gold in my chicken?"

"Hehe, yes, it's the old name. The voice of the old screamer sounded outside the attic, from far and near, "The little girl still remembers the old screaming? ”

As soon as the word "lucky" fell, the attic wooden window was pushed open. Rolling in the wind and snow, an old Taoist priest wearing an increasingly tattered Taoist robe and carrying a few oily burdens on his back came in.

Su Musha was helpless: "You old dog, you always don't take the right road, and you take the crooked path of the evil door." ”

Lao Zhaohua's answer is the same as before: "Lao Zhaohua usually eats the last meal but doesn't have the next meal, so he naturally has to save some strength." ”

With that, he closed the window, turned around and patted his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone was chasing him outside.

In the warm pavilion, Soyu has not yet had time to light the lamp, but it is exceptionally bright under the snow.

Lao Zhaohua saw Su Mu lying on the soft couch, Ye Qiudi sat next to him, and his slightly bulging eyes suddenly showed a hint of playfulness: "Yo, is Lao Zhaohua bothering you? Sin, sin." He clasped his hands together and made a gesture of a monk singing "Amitabha".

"I know, don't hurry up and get out!" Su Musha was not polite at all.

Lao Huahua smiled: "Since you have already disturbed, what are you going out to do?"

At this time, the attic door was pushed open, and Shuyu led the maid in, put the brazier and candle on one by one, and put three bowls of boiled osmanthus mash up, so that Su Mu could warm up his body.

Lao Zhaohua was unceremoniously, and without waiting for Shuyu to bring it over, he reached out and grabbed a bowl, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he swallowed it in a few bites.

Ye Qiudi took a bowl and was about to hand it to Su Musha, but the remaining bowl was snatched up again by the old man.