Fox Song Xingshu

There was too much water, he hurriedly pulled out all the firewood from the stove, and the small pot stopped boiling.

After he took two steps, he turned back to look at Xiaoguo. When he reached Qu Xingshu's side, the two looked at each other. The boy was only as tall as his chest, looking up at him.

Xue Zhong looked at Qu Xingshu's face, his complexion was good, fair and rosy, he looked down to his calf, saw a scar, and frowned.

"You seem to have been injured last night." Xue Zhong said.

"Me!" Qu Xingshu died of anger, "Back me."

Xue Zhong obediently carried him on his back, recalling the episode of last night, it seems that because of the injury he suffered while kneeling in front of the prince, Xiao Pin deliberately broke the porcelain bottle before, and many pieces fell into the blanket.

"Blame me." Xue Zhong suddenly realized.

Feeling aggrieved, Qu Xingshu put his arms around his neck, Xue Zhong supported the boy's buttocks softly, and carried him to the small stove, took a mat to help Qu Xingshu sit down.

"What are you cooking?" Qu Xingshu was curious.

"The medicinal materials sent by Quanlin, he said they are for treating trauma, I don't know who they are for." Xue Zhong was also at a loss.

Then he realized that Xue Yin was careful and thoughtful, and he sent the medicinal materials to treat Qu Xingshu's leg injury.

"It should be for your use." Xue Zhong added.

Xue Yin is so kind, Qu Xingshu thought, if he meets this big bear again, he must treat him well.But Taoist really doesn't care about him, Qu Xingshu wants to ask him if those words about loving each other before really count.

"Master."

"Huh?" Xue Zhong stared at the fire, his eyes shining brightly.

"You..." Qu Xingshu was a little embarrassed, "Also...that...I...do you like it?"

Xue Zhong barely guessed what he was going to say, this little fox's leg injury has burned his brain into a fool? "What do you say?"

The words 'what do you say' mean nothing.

Qu Xingshu was silent again.

Xue Zhong devoted himself to fiddling with the small stove. When the fire was too hot, he would take out all the dry wood, and when the fire was low, he would slowly put it in again. His face was ashen, and his eyes were irritated with tears.

The two were silent for a long time, and black smoke billowed.

Qu Xingshu couldn't stand it anymore, he punched the Taoist priest hard, "Don't do it."

This punch was not powerful, but it startled Xue Zhong, he would never have expected that the person behind him would attack suddenly, and almost threw himself on the red-hot pot.

If this comes in close contact with the face, it will be disfigured, Xue Zhong turned around and glared.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qu Xingshu said innocently, "It's getting confusing, look."

Xue Zhong hastily turned around to tease him.

"Pull out that thick firewood, or the fire will be too big." Qu Xingshu pointed out.

Xue Zhong thought for a while, listened to his words, and took out the rough firewood. Under Qu Xingshu's command, he picked out all the green branches. These branches have a high water content, and when burned, there will be black smoke, and the ceiling will be blackened. up.

After burning like this for a while, Xue Zhong's legs became numb. After the medicine was cooked, he took out all the firewood, and used an iron rod to take out all the red and bright embers inside. After finishing all this, he simply sat on the ground , even though his clothes were stained with plant ash, he patted the young man who was doing his talking with approval.

"Unexpectedly, you can actually set fire."

"Normal people have to know these things," Qu Xingshu said contemptuously, "How did you cook before?"

"Xue Yin lit the fire for me."

Qu Xingshu stopped talking again, what happened to him recently?Xue Zhong thought, usually it was Qu Xingshu who kept pestering him to chat, and he picked it up whenever he wanted, and ignored it when he didn't want to pick it up, leaving the little fox aside, but now it's completely reversed.

He was thinking about how to restart the conversation, what to talk about?his legs?Xue Yin's medicine?Or Xiao Qingling?Qu Xingshu must not know the story of Huang Quanhui. The stories of these people, Xiao Qingling, Han Tang, Han Jing, and Gu Tong, can't be finished in three days and three nights.

He just opened his mouth to tell, but he felt a little silly, how could the little fox be interested in other people's stories?

He will be interested.

No, he won't.

Xue Zhong became entangled, and finally showed his trump card and gave him something. The little fox must like Xue Zhong to give him a gift.

"This," he took out a short scroll from his pocket, "guess what's in it?"

Qu Xingshu's eyes lit up suddenly, his face was full of joy, his two little canine teeth were exposed, his pretty face with a happy smile was particularly intoxicating at this time, he snatched it, pulled the scroll away, and a landscape painting was reflected What caught my eye was the handwriting of Zhou Wenju in the Southern Tang Dynasty. This painting was obtained by Xue Zhong occasionally in a certain underground palace as a magic weapon, but Qu Xingshu didn't know how to do it. He just thought it was like a landscape, good or bad.

"It's worth a lot of money, right?" Qu Xingshu admired, and then pushed it away, "It's boring, I thought it was something fun, tsk."

When he laughed brightly, Xue Zhong's heart almost melted, but at the end he let out a 'tss', which brought his mood back to freezing point again.

Xue Zhong put him in his arms, held the young man and unfolded the scroll with both hands. Qu Xingshu's fingers were slender and white, as if they would break off with just a little force, Xue Zhong looked very carefully.

"This is a magic weapon. I haven't named it yet. Let's call it 'Landscape Painting' for the time being." Xue Zhong pressed his face against the neck of the little fox demon in his arms. Itching, twisting his body slightly and struggling, "However, this is not what I want to give."

Qu Xingshu's curiosity was aroused by him, but he wanted to get out of Xue Zhong's arms more, or sit up or down a little bit, the feeling of being blown on his neck was too itchy, he couldn't help but smile non-stop.

Xue Zhong thought he was happy and smiled.

He held the boy's white hands and instilled spiritual energy, the landscape painting slowly shimmered, and someone inside seemed to shout, 'What do you want? '

Xue Zhong replied 'I want a bow'.

'Which one? ' the person inside asked again.

Qu Xingshu couldn't close his mouth in surprise, "There is someone inside! Is he locked inside?"

"No, he is in the painting, and he can't get out even if he thinks about it."

'found it! 'In the painting, an object is slowly pushed out of the plane. It is a short willow bow. It looks very ordinary, but the bowstring is a little abnormal, so thin that it is almost invisible. Qu Xingshu felt for a few moments that this bow has no bowstring. The faint lines are his imagination.

The picture scroll was rolled up by Xue Zhong. This short bow was about the length of an adult's arm. He took it into his hand and showed it to the boy in his arms. Qu Xingshu was not satisfied with being held by others, so he stretched out his hand to pick Xue Zhong Finger, Xue Zhong was forced to hand over the bow to him.

"The thread is so thin." Qu Xingshu narrowed his eyes and looked at the bowstring with difficulty.

"That's not a line."

"It's not a thread? What is that? I've touched it."

Xue Zhong also touched it, "It's a strange material, there is no way to cut it, even with the strength of a baby, this bow can exert the power of thunder with a little flick."

"Oh~"

"Would you like to go to the courtyard for a trial shooting?"

"I don't know how to shoot arrows." Qu Xingshu was hugged by the Taoist priest like a child, with both feet off the ground.

"I'll teach you." Xue Zhong wanted to let him down, but thought that his leg was injured, so he changed his posture carefully, hugged Qu Xingshu horizontally, hooked the horse with his feet, and slowly moved to the courtyard.

Qu Xingshu didn't want to be angry with him anymore, the priest knew he was injured, so he didn't let him walk anymore, so he just hugged him, he felt very warm in his heart.

The two of them were together, without a feathered arrow, so they used a fairly straight twig, put it on the bow, and aimed at a black crack on the courtyard wall. He can basically hit the cracks. The fox demon is talented, has excellent eyesight, and has a keen sense. He can notice the speed of the wind blowing and the angle of the feathered arrow on his finger. Xue Zhong is a little surprised by the progress.

When Xiao Qingling was learning how to shoot, it took two days to ensure that he did not miss the target. Once, he shot Wang Xin, who was watching from the sidelines, in the toe, causing the old man to almost die from the infection.

Xue Zhong couldn't help but compare the two, and then felt a kind of immoral self-blame. Qu Xingshu was his beloved, and Xiao Qingling was a child he regarded as his own son. How could the two be put together? Together.

Qu Xingshu shot the branch once, and Xue Zhong ran over to pick it up and handed it to him to shoot again. Finally, Qu Xingshu thought it was fun, so he just shot into the sky. Xue Zhong ran outside the yard for a long time before picking it up.

He said with a dark face, "Stop playing, be serious."

Qu Xingshu nodded to show that he understood, but he shot it towards the sky again. He wanted to watch Xue Zhong and then ran out to pick it up, but the priest walked up to him and twisted his ears.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Qu Xingshu grinned.

"Still shooting indiscriminately?"

"Stop shooting indiscriminately, let go..."

Only then did Xue Zhong let go slowly, and then ran out to pick up branches without complaint. After all this tossing, Qu Xingshu was not angry with him at all.Daoist is just a little stupid, he is very kind to himself in the things he can think of, Qu Xingshu said to himself.

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Chapter 17 Love

Last night, Xue Zhong applied the medicine for him, and then carried him to his bed, saying that he wanted to watch him sleep, so that he would not turn over and press the wound by himself at night.

Qu Xingshu felt that this was an excuse, and he thought flatteringly that he must be greedy for his beauty. In the end, Xue Zhong really lay beside him, honestly doing nothing. At first, Qu Xingshu felt itchy in his heart. Be prepared, and later found out that Xue Zhong was really not interested, and I gave up.

The two chatted all night, and Qu Xingshu, in order to cover up Xiao Lu's chaotic heart and those charming self-indulgences, talked to death, and kept talking, Xue Zhong also became more cheerful, and the little fox demon said He said one sentence after another, if Xue Yin saw this scene, he would definitely feel that the master was demented, and immediately carried him to see a doctor.

When Qu Xingshu woke up the next morning,