Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

"Jealous"

Due to the special physique of the immortal, Yu Zheqinghe said that for such a slight sprain, as long as he rubs some medicinal wine properly and rests carefully, he will be fine the next day.

He understood this truth, so he went to get the medicinal wine.

It's just that he was more depressed, and before the medicinal wine was wiped off, he choked up that ghost first.

Ever since, Yanqing and Chenggong got drunk.

The so-called Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, after a while, he pouted and knocked on Mu Ziyun's door.

At that time, Mu Ziyun was still squatting beside the bed, guarding the things under the blanket, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door—a knock on the door that was clearly concealed, as if he had been caught and raped, he ran away stand up.

What's more, before he went to open the door, he pushed the door open and walked in. Even though he only opened a small gap, he was so frightened that he hurriedly rolled up the bed, stood up to meet him, and asked, "Why don't you wait?" Should I come in again?"

"I, I want to take a bath..." Covering Qinghe's gaze, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say dryly, "You go with me."

Gui Jianchou comes from Meng Po Village. Maybe Meng Po is used to making soup, and she likes to add strange things into it when making any soup. I don’t know what raw materials are used to brew this Gui Jianchou. In short, the smell of wine is very fragrant. If people drink it and get drunk, they will also have a faint, sweet smell on their body.

Mu Ziyun could smell it clearly, and coupled with his abnormal behavior to hide Qinghe, he knew that he was drunk with his hair, so he frowned and opened the door completely, scanned him from top to bottom for several rounds, and asked: " How did you drink?"

Before he could cover up and answer, he said again: "Why is my body covered in dust?"

"Just now... I fell down again." Biqing replied amicably.

He already had mobility problems, and now he was not only drunk and dizzy, but also had to hug and change his clothes, he couldn't even maintain his balance, and it was normal for him to fall.

"Stupid." Mu Ziyun felt distressed and funny at the same time.

Not only did he feel stupid, but he also felt stupid when he covered up and said it, but he didn't care so much because he was drunk, otherwise he would have to grab the ground with his head so that he could smash a crack and escape.

"Bath." After a moment of silence, Ge Qinghe reminded him again that although it was just two words, he put on a look that I still feel pity for, it's hard to make people feel soft-hearted.

But Mu Ziyun is an exception. Although his heart has been softened for a long time, he is still terribly vicious. He deliberately put his hands on his chest and asked, "The pool is at the back of the house. You can just go and wash it and you can go back." Lying on the bed, wouldn't it be easier for you to go all the way here and go back?"

Concealed and so rare, Mu Ziyun didn't get angry even after he was like this, he even pouted and grabbed his hand, almost begging, "I want you to accompany me."

As early as before the two of them communicated with each other, the admiring Lord Ghost King heard that Qinghe was repairing Xiaoshuangtaisi and pointed out that he wanted to build a bathing place, so he built an extremely exquisite and luxurious bathing place in his yard one step ahead of time. The open-air hot spring pool is favored by Pomeranians.

It turns out that Mask Qinghe really likes it.

——It’s just that he doesn’t like hot spring pools, but the person who likes to build hot spring pools.

In fact, there are many opportunities for the two of them to take a bath together on weekdays, but usually they cover up and soak halfway, and then there is an extra person beside him, pestering him to take a bath together, and having to use his hands while soaking Feet, one way or another, restless.

Mu Ziyun originally thought it was all his own wishful thinking, and that Qinghe was just willing to suffer and endure him, but judging by today's situation, could it be that he actually likes it?

Covering Qinghe's intention to act like a spoiled child, she naturally refused to walk by herself, and wrapped her sticky around Mu Ziyun to hug him. Mu Ziyun had no choice but to pick him up and take him to take a bath.

It has to be said that the drunk Qinghe is like the other side of his character, extremely docile.

Just as Mu Ziyun put him on the bench and turned around to look for bath products such as comb and toilet water, Bi Qinghe consciously untied his clothes.

You know, even when the two of them were doing this or that, Yan Qinghe never took the initiative.

After all, Mu Ziyun seemed to have an almost obsessive inexplicable idea about the clothes that concealed Qinghe. Now that the latter had just untied the laces of his clothes, he stuck them up, one for changing his clothes, and the other for checking his body.

When the clothes are off, I can see from the joints. Fortunately, the clothes worn in winter are thicker, and the elbows and knees that cover Qinghe are just scratched, and they are all red, nothing serious.

On the contrary, the ankle was swollen around, and the whole foot looked like a freshly baked white flour steamed bun, which was ridiculously swollen and pathetic.

Mu Ziyun squatted in front of him, wanted to touch him but didn't dare to touch him, so he could only pinch his leg, and softly reprimanded him: "You are such a big man, how could you fall down while walking?"

"When I went back this morning, I passed the steps, and the steps suddenly shattered." Yan Qinghe replied honestly.

"Then I'll send someone to check the other steps tomorrow." Mu Ziyun took the opportunity to pinch him for a while before he was willing to pick him up and put him on the steps beside the bathtub.

There are exactly three steps by the side of the bath, and he sits on the last step with his legs folded. The warm water just covers his chest, leaving only his knees outside.

In order to hide Qinghe's temper, he must have washed his hair when it fell into such a gray state, so Mu Ziyun sat beside him and smoothed out the strands for him one by one with a comb.

"No need..." Bi Qinghe stared at his movements, very straightforward, "You fell because you were not by my side, and it has nothing to do with the steps."

Countless ghosts pass by the steps in front of the ghost king's hall every day, but only one of them falls down, which is to put it bluntly, bad.

The truth is indeed the truth, but to cover up and say this is obviously a gesture of favor.

Mu Ziyun still ignored him, stared at the hair on his hands, and asked self-consciously, "Does it hurt from falling today?"

"It hurts." Bi Qinghe responded.

How could he not know that Mu Ziyun was ignoring him on purpose, if it was normal, he would have left angrily, but this time is different, even if he is drunk, he still remembers why he drank, his eyes Turning around for a while, he said again: "Kiss me once...it won't hurt anymore."

In the past, when Zhe Qinghe had some minor injury or pain, Mu Ziyun would always pester him and say "I'll just give you a kiss", but Zhe Qinghe's answer was always ruthless, either "stop" or "don't disgust me". , although hurtful, but also interesting.

But today, I suddenly heard what he said. Even though he knew that the words of a drunk person cannot be trusted, Mu Ziyun still inevitably paused, and almost threw away the comb and kissed him fiercely.

But Mu Ziyun was tense, and he could even ask back with ease: "You made me angry, and you want me to kiss you?"

"You...don't be angry." Ge Qinghe's answer was very pale.

"I coax you all day, so can't you coax me?" Lord Ghost King murmured and hugged him.

Concealed and indisputable, I wondered if I was coaxing, but I had no other way to think about it, so I could only explain: "I didn't want Guo Chengyun to hug me today, I wanted you to hug me, but you Don't even hug me, I...I feel bad, so I just drank a pot of ghosts."

"You didn't tell me when you went out, and I couldn't contact you. I waited for you all night." Zhe Qinghe kept nagging at the beginning, and even became more and more aggrieved, "I'm worried that you are very worried. You didn’t explain anything to me when you came back, you always asked me if there was anything, I just said two words and you slammed the door and left, and you deliberately ignored me, and you still treat me like this when it’s Chinese New Year..."

"I..." Now it was Mu Ziyun's turn to be speechless.

Mu Ziyun asked himself, he was not an angry person in the first place, and he lost his temper and ignored others that day, it was indeed an excuse, but he didn't expect that he would change his normal routine so much, and now he said things that didn't resemble his style at all. , couldn't help feeling a little flustered, quickly pinched the person's face, and asked, "Little Pepper, are you really drunk?"

"Drunk..." Bi Qinghe pouted, looking sullen.

"How drunk are you?"

"just……"

Zhe Qinghe spoke in a quieter voice, which made Mu Ziyun have to lean closer to listen.

"Just what?"

God knows if it was a cover-up or intentional. In short, when Mu Ziyun approached, he turned his head unexpectedly, pecked his lips heavily, and said sullenly: "I just indulged you..."

The situation turned around in an instant.

Mu Ziyun stayed for a long time before he tasted the meaning behind these words. He quickly wrapped Bi Qinghe into his arms, ran along his hair, and said softly: "Sorry...I have something urgent, so I didn't have time to tell you."

"Is it something urgent that can't be said?"

"That's right..." Mu Ziyun hurriedly said before covering up and showing disappointment, "But we can talk about it tomorrow."

After working all night, Mu Ziyun finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The next day, the first day of the first month.

Covering up and waking up on the bed, he stretched out his hand to touch the quilt beside him in a daze——

cold.

But the timing was just right, as soon as he sat up, and before he had time to start worrying about why he wasn't there, Mu Ziyun came back.

"Qinghe~" Seeing that he was awake, Mu Ziyun smiled and sat down in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to brush Qinghe's somewhat messy hair, and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

He brushed his hair coolly, then asked: "If I stay in bed, won't I be unable to catch you and sneak out again?"

"I didn't sneak away... I, I went to get something for you." Mu Ziyun hesitated a little, stretched out his hand and scratched his nose, then put the black box in his hand on the quilt as if asking for credit, and urged , "Quickly open it and have a look."

The two of them worked until midnight last night, and the consciousness that concealed Qinghe became clearer. When Mu Ziyun wiped his hair, he guessed that there must be something hidden about Mu Ziyun being so sneaky these days, such as ... to give something to myself.

The small black box in front of him was tightly sealed, and there were some small noises coming from inside. I didn't cover it up and didn't look at it, but just sniffed it from the air, and then said lightly: "It's alive, is it a spirit beast?"

It would be a lie to say that he was not happy, but it was too thin to hide his face, and he himself did not expect to prepare a New Year's gift, so he was really embarrassed to open it.

Mu Ziyun thought that he was not interested, so he quickly pushed the small black box in front of him, and said anxiously: "Look at it first, you will definitely like it, I have been busy for a long time, and put a lot of thought into it! "

Hearing what he said, Jian Qinghe was finally willing to open the outer cloth of the small box, and then, as if to hide his guilty conscience, he said in his mouth: "Aren't all newborn spirit beasts very delicate, you just use a The box contained him at will, what if he was suffocated to death."

Mu Ziyun looked at him with a smile, and explained: "The spirit beast will regard the first person it sees as its master. When I went, he just broke its shell and hadn't come out yet. I'm afraid that he will recognize the wrong master. He put it on."

"Broken shell? Did you get me a little chick?"

"No."

"That's a duck?"

Mu Ziyun sat down next to him, and said, "Why are you guessing at chickens, ducks, geese, and birds? Such down-to-earth things don't match your temperament at all. In your heart, am I such a tasteless person? Let's talk about it." , if I really gave away chickens and ducks, the older they grow, the uglier they will be, and you probably don’t have the heart to raise them.”

Covering up and ignoring his thoughts, he opened the small black box. The box was full of broken eggshells, and there was still a hint of spiritual light that was about to disperse around the eggshells. In this pile of eggshells, There was obviously a mass of moving objects, and when I covered it up and took a closer look, it turned out to be a small snow-white snake.

"Snake?" One snake and one person only looked at each other, then concealed the cover of the box and put it aside, then said to Mu Ziyun, "Aren't you afraid when you see a snake?"

Mu Ziyun waved his hand and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Did you hang me out for two days just because of this little snake?" Ge Qinghe clearly liked it, but his mouth was very stiff, staring at the lid that was pushed open and closed by the little snake, unwilling to tell the truth.

"This is no ordinary snake, it's a frost snake." Mu Ziyun looked at him with a smile, and said, "When you grow up, you can fall frost and snow, and you can also fall in the ghost world. Don't you like watching snow, just like ghosts?" There is no weather in the world, if you like, we can raise rain snakes and wind snakes in the future—"

Mu Ziyun stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech, and Bi Qing and Ao Wu kissed his lips with such force that his lips were almost swollen.

Even though he had tried something even more embarrassing last night, Bi Qinghe was still ashamed at the moment, he took the little snake out of the box like a steal, put it on the palm of his hand, and then stammered: "Thank you."

"You can give him a name." Mu Ziyun was rarely embarrassed, and scratched the back of his head a little naively.

Covering up and nodding the little snake's head, he gave it a random name: "Well... it's called Xiaodouhua."

"It sounds very sweet." Mu Ziyun is worthy of being the number one follower of Yan Qinghe, even if he likes salty bean curd, he still has no principle to accompany Yan Qinghe to pursue sweet bean curd together.

"You are so close, it seems that you are not afraid of snakes anymore." Zhe Qinghe said with a smile, "Then I will take him to sleep with him on the bed from now on?"

"No, no." Mu Ziyun looked at the little Douhua in Bi Qinghe's hand, and said, "Xiao Douhua is a spirit snake, maybe it will be able to cultivate a human form in a hundred years, you want him to watch us on the bed—"

Covering his mouth and covering his mouth, he glared at him and said viciously: "Shut up."

At the same time, Xiao Douhua curled up in the palm of Biqinghe's hand and "vomited" and spat out a few small ice crystals from his mouth, obviously spraying it on purpose for Biqinghe to see.

"Oh." At this moment, Zhe Qinghe was overjoyed like a father who saw a child can walk. He quickly held the little bean curd, poked his little head with his finger, and coaxed, "Spray another one, spray another one."

Before Xiaodouhua suffocated a few new ice crystals, he heard a commotion outside the door, and vaguely heard some exclamation and sighs, so he stepped on his shoes and ran to the window to see that it was snowing.

The Goddess Qingnv, who is in charge of frost and snow, will drop snow at the beginning of the new year every year to show auspiciousness.

But this first snow will never fall to the ghost world.

At this moment, it is really possible to get off, covering Qinghe and looking at the little bean flower wrapped around his wrist, he suddenly felt warm in his heart, stretched out his hand to grab Mu Ziyun's arm, and motioned him to turn sideways, and put it on his cheek. A soft kiss fell.

If so, the auspicious snow heralds a good year.