Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than two months since I came to Yingyoujian.

On New Year's Eve, Gu Wanqing's chest injury was almost healed, and this was all thanks to Shen Yan taking time out to heal his injury every day.

Early in the morning, all the disciples of Yingyoujian sects were busy, not busy practicing kung fu, but busy posting Spring Festival couplets, hanging lanterns, and making dumplings.

Shen Yan had already informed the leaders of the various sects yesterday that due to the festival, they would be resting for six days.

Gu Wanqing's wound was almost healed, she jumped into the bathtub last night and soaked for half a night, now it's sunburnt, and she is still lying on the bed and refuses to get up.

"Deng Deng stare" there was a rapid knock on the door, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of bed, cursing and opening the red-painted carved wooden door.

A large piece of sunlight poured into the room, shaking his eyes so much that he couldn't open his eyes, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Zhou Ziyi, who was wearing a brand new robe, was standing outside the door, handing him the clothes in her hand with a face of reluctance.

"Give you."

Since the departure of Fenghuang Town that day, Elder Yugan brought Zhou Ziyi and his party to Yingyoujian to celebrate the new year only yesterday.

"What is this?" Gu Wanqing was still dazed, stretched out two fingers and pinched the corner of the clothes to look left and right.

"Would you like it? Forget it if you don't want it." Zhou Ziyi got angry when she saw him rummaging through the clothes, and was about to leave with the clothes.

"Hey, why are you angry?" Gu Wanqing grabbed Zhou Ziyi's sleeve, "Did I say no?"

Zhou Ziyi glanced back at him, stuffed the clothes into his arms and left the yard without looking back.

"This guy..." Gu Wanqing stood at the door and shook the clothes in her hands. It was a goose-yellow gown with gold trim, "Don't say it, it's pretty pretty."

He was about to close the door and go back to the bedroom for a try, when he looked up and saw Shen Yan walking in from outside the courtyard.

"Immortal Venerable," he hurriedly ran out to salute Shen Yan.

Shen Yan's gaze stayed on the clothes in his hand.

"Who gave you this dress?"

"This dress..." Gu Wanqing glanced down and said with a smile, "That guy Zhou Ziyi just sent it to me. It's pretty good, isn't it? Immortal."

"You like it very much?" Shen Yan said sullenly.

"En." Gu Wanqing nodded.

Shen Yan's face suddenly became serious, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Is there anything the Immortal Venerable wants from me?" Seeing Shen Yan's face pulled down, Gu Wanqing quickly chased after her and asked.

"fine!"

It was only then that Gu Wanqing noticed the clothes in Shen Yan's hands, and said in surprise, "Xianzun, what is this?"

Shen Yan lowered her eyes to look at the clothes in her hand, feeling a little uneasy on her face.

"No... nothing."

"Is this for me?" Seeing that Shen Yan stuttered, Gu Wanqing asked again boldly.

"Yeah." Shen Yan was very embarrassed, it seemed that she was about to get into the rhythm of the ground, "However, since someone sent you new clothes, I will give Qing Huan this one."

"Xianzun, I want this from you." Gu Wanqing was afraid that Shen Yan would regret it.

"Huh?" Shen Yan raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.

"As long as it is something given to me by the Immortal Venerable, I like it." Gu Wanqing hurriedly added, fearing that Shen Yan would not believe it.

Shen Yan blushed suddenly, and handed the clothes to Gu Wanqing's hands, not wanting to stay any longer, so she quickened her pace and left.

Looking at the back of Shen Yan leaving, Gu Wanqing was elated, humming a little tune and entered the room.

He casually put Zhou Ziyi's clothes aside, then picked up the clothes Shen Yan gave him, and gestured to the bronze mirror on the table, the more he looked at it the more he liked it, so he simply put it on.

"Gu Wanqing, open the door!" It was Zhou Ziyi's voice.

"Why is this guy here again?" Gu Wanqing frowned, wondering.