Daoist, I am not fragrant!

"Why are you here?" Zhong Tang made up his mind, looked at Jiang Yufeng as if nothing had happened and said.

"Why can't I be here?" Jiang Yufeng pointed to the Jinghua Building in the distance, which was still brightly lit: "It is said that there are beauties in Xili, so I will join in the fun and see how beautiful that Princess Xili is."

Zhong Tang glanced at him with disdain, and said coolly: "Then your trip is in vain. I'm afraid only the person who marries her will know whether Princess Xili is beautiful."

There was not much regret on Jiang Yufeng's face. Instead, he fanned and said, "There will be many opportunities in the future. Sooner or later, I will be able to see her face. Just wait."

Zhong Tang was a little lazy to talk to him now, but he didn't want Jiang Yufeng to take a few steps closer to Zhong Tang after he finished speaking, his eyes moved slightly, and he pretended to be nervous and said: "Say, these days, You should keep up with your Daoist Li."

"How do you say that?" Zhong Tang fiddled with the jade bead and golden bell in his hand, feeling that Jiang Yufeng was joking with him in an ordinary way, but from this joking, he seemed to have tasted something different.

"Because—" Jiang Yufeng covered half of his face with a fan, Zhong Tang looked up at him, and his eyes gradually met.

But the next moment, Jiang Yufeng laughed again, shook his head and said: "Because in Lin'an City, besides Princess Xili, there are also many little beauties from Xili, you have to be careful of your Daoist Li, who was hooked Soul go."

"I think it's you, you've been seduced by the little beauties in Xili." Zhong Tang's tone suddenly relaxed, and he pushed Jiang Yufeng's fan aside in disgust.

Who knows that Jiang Yufeng not only did not refute, but also cheerfully responded: "Who can not love the little beauty? My son is going to find the little beauty now."

After speaking, he waved his fan in one hand and walked to the crowd outside the alley.

Zhong Tang looked at Jiang Yufeng's back, and stood there for a while, until Li Bizhi and Wei Yiyuan followed the marks he left to find them.

"Little Uncle." Yi Yuan hugged Huang Li'er and ran to Zhong Tang's side a few steps. He has recovered well recently, and his temper has also shown a bit of childishness. Compared with the violent questioning and indifferent Li Bizhi, I prefer to get along with Zhong Tang.

"Yo, you still know how to call me," Zhong Tang calmed down a little, put his hands on his vermilion sleeves, and said with as much ease as possible: "Where did you run around just now?"

He was answered by meowing a few times, Zhong Tang looked down and saw the yellow raccoon in Yi Yuan's arms, with a dried grilled fish in his mouth, Yi Yuan hurriedly hid the bag in his hands. A paper bag of dried fish, and concealed it: "I was distracted by watching the fireworks for a while, and I didn't keep up with my little uncle and master."

Zhong Tang squinted his pretty eyes, and he hadn't decided whether to puncture or not. At this time, Li Bizhi also came over, looking at his expression, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Tang leaned against Li Bizhi's body skillfully, rubbed his arm and raised his face, and said quietly with his lips raised, "It's just that the yellow raccoon was fed to the little fish, senior brother." Don't feed me anything."

Li Bizhi looked down at him when he heard the words, his usual indifferent eyes showed no emotion, just when Zhong Tang was about to start teasing him again, he didn't expect that the thin lips of Tang color would touch a red fruit.

Zhong Tang subconsciously sucked it into his mouth and bit it, but his face immediately became so sour that he couldn't spit it out directly: "Sour... sour!"

"Is it sour?" Li Bizhi bowed his head, holding a few bright crabapple fruits in his hand, which he bought on purpose from a small stall passing by.

Zhong Tang was so angry that he didn't care much, he directly grabbed Li Bizhi's sleeve, raised his head on tiptoe, and forced the unswallowable crabapple fruit into Li Bizhi's mouth.

The sudden sour taste also made Li Bizhi frowned, but he still wrapped his arms around Zhong Tang's back and eased the sourness with the entanglement between his lips and tongue.

"I thought it was sweet." After the kiss, Li Bizhi hugged Zhong Tang's body and whispered in his ear, "You used to... the fruit on this tree was very sweet."

An indescribable sense of shame immediately caused Zhong Tang to tremble, and he looked at Li Bizhi in disbelief: "You have eaten my...?!"

"I, I actually... can still get married..."

The word "fruit" was tossed and turned several times by Zhong Tang, but he couldn't utter it. He could only look at Li Bizhi in bewilderment and surprise, but he found something in Li Bizhi's eyes——laugh meaning.

"Brother, you lied to me?" Zhong Tang seemed to have discovered something even rarer than being able to bear fruit himself: Daoist Li, who was cold and ruthless in the Golden Crow Temple, could actually deceive people for fun.

The more Zhong Tang thought about it, the more puzzled he became. In Li Bizhi's embrace, his hands were tightly clutching his skirt, and he asked eagerly, "Really?"

Li Bizhi didn't come back at first, but Zhong Tang put all his energy into wrapping himself around Li Bizhi.Finally, under his repeated questioning, Li Bizhi held his hand that was getting tighter and tighter, and nodded: "Yes, I lied to you."

"You never bear fruit."

Turning from shock to anger, Zhong Tang's thoughts turned around several times, and when he spoke again, he pressed it against Li Bizhi's ear again, letting his warm breath escape: "Then if I can really Bear fruit, brother, do you want to eat it?"

Li Bizhi hugged Zhong Tang's waist again, bringing the two closer. Even in the late autumn night, they never felt the cold.

"nature."

His voice fell like this, like an autumn leaf rippling in the water, but Zhong Tang suddenly laughed wantonly, and he tiptoed to kiss Li Bizhi's face, and before the other party could react, he suddenly Slipping out of Li Bizhi's arms, he said with a smile: "Even if there is, I won't give it to brother."

Just as he was about to run after speaking, Li Bizhi grabbed his wrist, pulled him into his arms again, and hugged him horizontally.

Even though his body was trapped, Zhong Tang's mouth didn't stop talking, he yelled "Senior brother" and "Taoist priest" in confusion, and it didn't take long before he laughed softly in Li Bizhi's arms.

As early as when Zhong Tang kissed Li Bi, Yi Yuan consciously closed his eyes, and also covered Huang Li'er's eyes.But now he was thinking about whether he should plug his ears again.

In the market, Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi continued to laugh and laugh among the crowd that hadn't dispersed yet.

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In the depths of the alley, almost no one would have imagined that behind the bustling and beautiful Jinghualou, there is such a dark alley leading to it.

A Ji, whose hair and face were covered by a long scarf, took very light steps, leaving a small shadow on the originally dark narrow road, which seemed to be obliterated at any time.

He held tightly in his hand, the brocade bag containing the pipa, nervous, restless, frightened, hurried...

His heart has never been filled with complicated and contradictory thoughts like today.

But Aji finally came to the downstairs of Jinghua, and the warm light from the flower window above lightly shone on him.

The long-lost light seemed to give him some cold comfort. Aji stood still in the light, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then carefully took out the pipa from the brocade bag.

The pipa is also very interesting, half of the wood is dull and old, while the other half is brand new, with patterns of flowers and beads full of the style of Xili.

The scattered sounds that have not been tuned come out sporadically from Aji's fingertips and the strings of the pipa, and then slowly connect together, forming a weird, but poignant tune.

He continued to play like that, a layer of faint golden light enveloped his body——

And when the pipa music finally stopped and the golden light finally faded away, Ah Ji still stood there with the long scarf covering his hair and face, as if nothing had happened, and as if something had changed.

At this time, on Jinghua Building, an extremely inconspicuous back door opened quietly, and a Xili man wearing a wolf's head walked out of it.

Aji seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he walked over slowly, and under the gaze of the wolf-headed man, he took off the long scarf on his head.

After a while, he heard the wolf-headed man speaking Xili dialect to him in a very satisfied tone.

"Princess, come in."

The author has something to say:

A Ji is a boy, really a boy~

Suddenly, I had a whimsical thought, if the little goblin really bears fruit, it will be Li Zai'er's son.

感谢在2020-09-1309:20:49~2020-09-1500:22:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 dumb lemon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!