Yin Xiaoliu? ?

The author has something to say: La la la, I have to go earlier today~~~

I have always been cold-tempered, King Yama knows, black and white are impermanent, and the whole underworld is aware of all the ghosts, so no one dares to get close to me casually.

Of course, except Ah Shou.

However, that's because the thin-skinned skin is really too thick.However, this Beitang...

Beitang walked excitedly ahead, and I reluctantly followed behind.

When we got to a place where no one was around, he suddenly made a fairy formula, and led me to set up a cloud and go to the sky.

The clouds were flying fast, and the wind was blowing on my face, making my skin ache.I raised my hand to block the wind, and a moon-white figure surrounded me.

"you……"

Beitang moved behind me at some point, and now he raised his two wide sleeves by my side to protect me from the wind, and he looked like he stretched out his arms to hold me in his arms.

Although, just by looking at it, my old face still turned red quietly.

"Is this better?" Beitang's voice was close to his ears, very clear and pleasant to hear.

As soon as my ears became hot, my voice remained cold as always: "I'm not in the way, Mr. Xing doesn't have to be like this."

Beitang laughed out loud, put one hand on my chin skillfully, and lifted it up.

"Mr. Xing, you..."

Beitang's head lowered in line with my movement of raising my head, and stopped an inch away from the tip of my nose. I heard an irregular jump in my chest. It was the hot-cooked rabbit.

I stared at him with wide eyes, and Beitang rolled his eyes and smiled beautifully: "I remember what I told you, Xiaoliu, as long as no one calls me Beitang in the future."

I don't know if it's because he smiled too nicely or I'm uncomfortable with my current situation, but after he finished speaking, I unexpectedly followed up and said, "Got it."

After listening to my words, Beitang's clear laughter echoed in my ears, and after a while, he let go of the hand holding my chin: "That's good."

After I was free, I quickly found a place far away from him beside Yuntou and stood up again. Beitang glanced at me, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

The clouds receded quickly, and we quickly shuttled through the clouds. Not long after, a mountain top appeared in front of us.

Beitang raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Here we are."

We descended from the top of the mountain, and he led me down the mountain. After walking for about half an hour, a waterfall appeared in front of me.

Tender white flowers, green trees, and a few birds standing on the grass.

My eyes fell on the petals: "This is..."

Before I could finish speaking, Beitang interrupted me: "That's right, it's the Cyclamen Qionghua."

The conjecture in my heart was confirmed, and I was a little surprised.From this point of view, Beitang likes Qionghua just like me?

That's right, when I first saw him 300 years ago, wasn't he just standing in a field of cyclamen flowers?

Come to think of it, he naturally likes Qionghua.

Thinking like this, the words naturally came out: "Xingjun also likes this Qionghua?"

Beitang's eyes lit up, as if he heard something that made him extremely happy, a pair of bright eyes stared at me closely: "I like it, how about you? Do you like it?"

I thought to myself, aren't you talking nonsense?

If I don't like it, I will ask like this?

I pursed my lips, paused, and then nodded patiently.

Beitang didn't mind, he smiled and walked a few steps forward, startling a few birds.

I didn't move, just stood where I was, staring at the Yubai Qionghua all over the place in a daze.

"This mountain is a wild mountain, so far no one has set foot in it. One day, I passed by here and saw the beautiful scenery, so I often stop here. It's not bad to feel happy."

Seeing that I didn't speak, Beitang turned his head to look at me, his eyes reflected my appearance: "Xiao Liu, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"what?"

Beitang snorted and said, "Anything is fine."

Turning my eyes around, I said in a deep voice, "No."

Beitang: "..."

He smiled but there was no smile in his eyes, the soft sunlight hit his face, reflecting the deepness of those ink-like eyes: "Forget it, go back."

Hell, the gate of hell.

Beitang and I stood face to face: "Mr. Xing, please come back."

Beitang frowned: "It's all said, just call me Beitang."

I also frowned: "I'm not familiar with Xingjun, so I feel comfortable calling Xingjun."

Beitang looked at me and said nothing, Shaoqing, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, the corners of his lips fluttered upwards: "That's fine." After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the gate of hell.

I:"……"

Quickly followed Beitang: "Shouldn't Lord Xing go back to Heaven? What are you doing in the gate of hell?"

Beitang tapped my head sideways, he didn't use much force, that tap on my head was like stroking, and his voice was very clear: "I'll send you back first."

"No, I can go back by myself."

"No."

"Mr. Xing, we don't know each other well."

Beitang bared his teeth and smiled so charmingly that he was invincible: "Once we met, we met twice, this is the third time we met, we are familiar."

"you……"

The will-o'-the-wisps all over the sky fell on the blood-red petals one after another, and his moon-white gown seemed to be a cluster of flower hearts among the blood-red flowers, spreading out indifferently.

In the red, Beitang turned around suddenly, pointed at himself with a finger, and smiled at me: "You and I are familiar."

I am completely speechless.

Passing through the gate of ghosts and Huangquan Road, seeing the bridge of Naihe becoming more and more clear, I looked up at the person who was still walking in front, and said in a low voice, "Here we are, Mr. Xing can go back."

Beitang turned his head and glanced at me, seemingly reluctant, but finally stopped in his tracks: "Okay."

I bowed briefly, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, Beitang's clear voice floated through layers of will-o'-the-wisps: "Xiao Liu, I'll come and see you tomorrow."

My back froze, and my face froze, why did you come to me again?

"Tomorrow, I have something to do, so I'm leaving." I finished this sentence without looking back, turned and left, and there was no extra voice behind me.

On the second day, I woke up early and hurried to the judge's mansion.

Passing through the Naihe Bridge, there is a little deserted on the Naihe Bridge.

The cold will-o'-the-wisp, the cold Wangchuan water, and the cold mist that was so cold.

I subconsciously glanced around, but there was no sign of that person.

fine……

Arriving at the magistrate's mansion, he entered the yard and saw a person standing under the viburnum tree.

I walked straight into the house, and Hei Wuchang hurried to catch up, grinning happily: "Hey, Xiao Liu, why are you walking so fast?"

I walked faster: "I have something to do, don't follow me."

Hei Wuchang listened, and followed even tighter. As soon as I sat down next to me, he squeezed over: "Xiao Liu."

I frowned and moved aside: "Go away."

Heiwuchang curled his lips, didn't move away, at best just sat in the same place without moving, my eyebrows frowned again, and moved an inch to the side.

There was a hill of papers on the table, and I took a few glances at the hill, guessing that there would be no more than seven or eight hours.He picked up the brush and took out a booklet to read.

"little six."

Heiwuchang called me again from the side, I frowned, I didn't look up, and there was a bit of impatience in my voice: "What's the matter?"

Heiwuchang looked at me but didn't look at him, he put his head in front of me, squeezed out a brilliant smile: "Xiao Liu, when did you meet that Beitang Xingjun yesterday?"

I was concentrating on reviewing the papers, but when he said Beitang's name, my hands paused: "Why do you ask this?"

Heiwuchang patted my shoulder with his hand: "Of course I care about you."

He patted my hand holding the brush and shook it, blurring a piece of ink on the paper, I looked at him coldly: "You!"

Hei Wuchang hurriedly waved his hands innocently and smiled: "Hey, Xiao Liu, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it."

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, put away the brushes, and sorted out the notebooks.

Hei Wuchang suddenly called out and jumped up from the bench: "Xiao Liu!"

Shocked by his cry, I turned my head and gave him a cold look: "What are you doing?!"

Hei Wuchang was not annoyed, he pointed to the Qionghua inkstone on the table, his mouth widened: "The inkstone I gave you, did you use it?"

I shook my head speechlessly, sat down and continued to review the paper: "If you don't use it as a gift, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Heiwuchang chuckled twice: "Xiao Liu is very right, very right! Seeing that you have business to do, I won't be an eyesore here, and I'll go first."

"Well, it's really an eyesore." After saying this, I saw that Hei Wuchang's figure stiffened when he walked out.

The booklets moved from left to right one by one, but only seven or eight out of ten were approved in an hour.

Got up, walked to the window to relieve fatigue, inadvertently, caught a glimpse of a figure.

In the courtyard, the man in a purple robe stood with his hands behind his back, noble and casual, it seemed that he had been here for a long time.

The strange thing is that he was clearly standing with his back to me, but he seemed to have eyes behind him. When I looked at him, he turned around and smiled at me: "Xiao Liu."

Xiao Liu has been called by many people, but no one has ever called it so beautifully, so smoothly, so... uniquely...

The hand in my sleeve stopped suddenly, I pretended nothing happened, and saluted: "Mr. Xing."

Bei Tang walked out of the window and stood facing me, fully half a head taller than me: "Xiao Liu, we agreed to come to see you today."

I said nothing, and looked down at the window sill.

"Xiao Liu, you don't miss me..."

My scalp was numb, and my ears were red.

"I wonder why I haven't come?"

Can Beitang speak well?

I was a little annoyed, turned around, he grabbed my wrist, turned back and stared at him coldly, Beitang seemed not to notice, leaned half of his body, and put his mouth next to my ear: "Xiao Liu, you are blushing. "

Throwing his hand suddenly, I hurried back to the table and continued to review the papers.

A heart, thump, thump, jumps high.

Beitang stood in front of the window and smiled softly at me.

The more he laughed, the more irritable I became, I raised my head, my face turned cold: "If Xing Jun has nothing to do, go back."

Beitang smiled at me again, not paying any attention to my cold and rude attitude: "I have something to do, I want to see you."

The brush fell on the paper, and after a while, an ink flower even bigger than before bloomed on the paper.

Big and garish.

Want to... see me?

Beitang seemed very satisfied with my reaction, he walked into the room with a smile and walked in front of me.Looking at me condescendingly, as if he had seen the clues in my heart, Beitang suddenly rolled his eyes, and gave another handsome smile: "Yes, I want to see you."

This time, the writing brush in his hand fell completely on the booklet, staining a piece of handwriting.I hurriedly stretched out my hand to tidy it up, and a hand with distinct bones also stretched out, and it just happened to land on the back of my hand.

On the chest, I jumped up uncontrollably, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand, but Beitang held my hand firmly with his backhand.

Raising his head, his eyes met, Beitang's eyes were clear, reflecting his shock and astonishment clearly.

"Xiao Liu, what's wrong with you?"

I struggled but still didn't free my hand, my face froze: "Mr. Xing, please respect yourself."

Beitang clenched his palm, and the warm body temperature on the back of his hand slowly dissipated. My Adam's apple tightened, and my old face turned red: "Xingjun, you!"

"How about me?" Beitang bent down at some point, and was smiling at me at the moment.

He has thick eyebrows and large eyes.Because he was too close, his breath seemed to be sprayed on my face, and this time my ears and face were mostly red.

"you!"

A hand flicked on my forehead, and then there was a clear and pleasant laughter: "Haha, Xiao Liu, you look so funny now. Forget it, I see you have something important to do today, I will change it to you." I'll come to you again someday." After saying that, Beitang stood up straight and walked away.

The hand covering the back of the hand moved away, and the heat on the back of the hand quickly dissipated when the wind blew, and it became a little cold.

I didn't look up until the heat on my face subsided, and I looked into the courtyard. The courtyard was empty, and the figure of that person had long since disappeared.

Beitang, what kind of person is he?