sir he is sweet

After ten years of not returning, there are quite a few geniuses in the wells of Kyoto.

The protagonists of the storybook are Murong Sheng and Qi Zhao. The author vividly describes the relationship between him and Qi Zhao from young admiration to the distance between mountains and rivers, and tells the two people's longing for each other in an exaggerated way. A layer of goosebumps scrambled out, making people feel... aversion to cold.

miss?Will Qi Zhao miss him?This is probably a joke.

Although the current world is open, the love between master and apprentice is still relatively taboo, and it is vividly reflected in the storybook.

People in the world are always used to this, and what is not available in the world of mortals, or is not common, is compensated in the story.

Even with a thick skin like Murong Sheng's, his teeth are extremely gritty.

"Ouch! I can't... I have a broken tooth."

It's clear that they are two people who can barely reach, but they have become the idiots in the story, Murong Sheng covered his cheeks, his hands trembled twice, and he let go.

The storybook fell from the wall with a "snap" and landed on the ground.

Coincidentally, a pair of black brocade boots stopped, and then someone leaned over and picked up the script.

Murong Sheng was sitting on the top of the wall, staggered to and fro from the soreness, before the moment passed, he hurriedly said to the people below the wall: "Don't take it away! It's mine!"

As the sky darkened slightly, the man standing under the wall paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and opened his notebook with porcelain white hands.

Murong Sheng bared his teeth and let out a few "hiss", and quickly kicked out the charming images in his mind, quickly jumped up from the wall, and jumped down, "Please return it to me, brother..."

The moment he raised his head, the words behind him suddenly disappeared.

That handsome man of Zhilan Yushu, who is not Qi Zhao, who else could it be?

No matter how mischievous Murong Sheng could be, he was a little dazed at the moment, seeing the man open the chat book with great interest, reading page by page, he couldn't help gasping, and stretched out his hand to beg.

"Hurry up and return it to me, sir. This... this belongs to my servant. That kid loves to see all this mess and delays his business, so I accepted it."

He turned around in a hurry, almost going to grab it, "Sir, these are not suitable for you to read..."

Qi Zhao has the ability of photographic memory, so if you turn this page, you can probably remember most of it.

It's broken now, this old face of his, Murong Sheng, can be regarded as completely lost now.

"Not suitable... I think?"

The man was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur, his slender white fingers turned over the pages one by one, his slender lips moved slightly, and spit out these words with a half-smile.

Murong Sheng choked, and almost wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground, but the next sentence this person said was, "Since it's about me, why isn't it suitable for me to read?"

nonsense!Is this a serious book?Where is it suitable for a noble and unparalleled person like you to read?

Murong Sheng rolled his eyes in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything on his face, but the smile on the corner of his lips was a little stiff, he withdrew his hand, and saluted solemnly.

"Mmm...Mr. Zhilan Yushu, these storytellers are presumptuous and disturbing Mr. Qing's name. I will send someone to find out who wrote it tomorrow, and ask the officials to take him for questioning."

Respectful and alienated, the end is the distance between teachers and students.

Qi Zhao was a little lost.

But it was clear that not long ago, he was hugged by this child and carried him back from the outside.

That's all—

Thinking about it this way, he laughed again, what did he care about?It's really... more and more insatiable.

This child... doesn't belong to him at all.