Shaojun Wushuang

The embarrassed Rong Tian returned to his residence, Wu Shuang half leaned on the imperial concubine's couch with a lazy look on his face, on the plain table and chairs was a plate of freshly picked cucumbers.

Seeing Wushuang, Rong Tian heaved a sigh of relief.

"You're back?"

Wushuang goes out very often, not like him, staying in Xianmen every day, it seems that he is really busy.

Thinking of this, Rong Tian felt a little helpless again. You see, he is also a member of the ancient prehistoric clan, and he is still the young master, so he is very idle.

Staying in the Bingshan Mausoleum of the ancient clan for ten years did not have the slightest impact.

As if the world didn't need him.

Maybe he is not needed.

Seeing him coming back, Wushuang got up from the imperial concubine's couch, and the strong fragrance of flowers gradually approached, her purple clothes and blue eyes were dazzlingly beautiful.

Gently resting his head on Rong Tian's shoulder, his voice was tired: "I'll lean on for a while."

Rong Tian sighed secretly, a little curious: "What did you do, so tired?"

Wushuang said with a flickering look: "I was looking for cucumbers, and I was chased and beaten by a peasant woman, and I finally gave it to a Dongzhu."

The corner of Rong Tian's mouth twitched, and he supported him with his arms: "Are you stupid? A pile of cucumbers, you give her a Dongzhu?"

Wushuang smiled lightly, with clear blue eyes and curved eyebrows: "I think it's worth it, freshly picked, with dried flowers on it, promise, try it."

Rong Tian dubiously took a bite of the cucumber Wu Shuang handed over.

The fragrance is full, and it is indeed a good melon.

However, he still looked at him like a prodigal son: "Just give me a copper coin next time, Dongzhu can even buy the house."

Wushuang smiled lightly: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, there was a feeling of a little daughter-in-law telling a big man, and she turned her head embarrassingly.

I really didn't do well enough. Although Wushuang was willing to play tricks on others, he was extremely righteous to him.

Seeing him dusty and tired, he pushed him onto the recliner: "You wait, I'll boil the water, you wash and go to bed early."

Wushuang grabbed him, a little amused: "I'm the best at boiling water, let's go together."

Rong Tian scratched his head, yes, he is a monster of ice type, while Wushuang is of fire type.

There is a living spring in the back mountain of Xianmen, the spring water is sweet and rich in aura, although it is not as good as the spiritual spring of the ancient clan, it is also the best for relieving fatigue and strengthening the body.

The big wooden barrel was filled with cold sweet spring, and for the two behemoths, it was as simple as pinching melons with one hand.

Wushuang put his hands in the water, and the spring water became hot after a while.

Rong Tian took out his new clothes from the side cabinet and handed them to him.

"Wash up and go to bed early."

Wushuang's voice was gentle and full of satisfaction: "Okay."

Wushuang entered the water, but did not avoid Rongtian, resting his head on the barrel, he seemed very tired.

Rong Tian's hand holding the book froze, and the fluorite light illuminated his whole body beautifully.

I saw that he didn't wash his hair.

A little helpless: "I'll wash your hair for you."

Wushuang didn't respond, only to find out that he had fallen asleep when he approached.

Rong Tian sighed secretly, stepped forward, put away the silver hair outside the barrel, and wanted to put it in the barrel.

But he found the hideous wound on his back, like a beast with its mouth open, and the horror scratched his heart.

Rong Tian's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart ached, it seemed that it had been a long time, why didn't he notice it.

If he hadn't suddenly felt guilty today and brought him water to take a bath, he would never have seen it.

However, Wushuang's skills are profound, and he is a nobleman of Jiufeng. Who would dare to be so bold? Obviously, only immortal weapons can cause such unhealed scars.

Rong Tian put his hair into the water, and gently washed his hair with a gentleness that he had never felt before.

Wushuang seemed to be really tired, Rongtian's head massage made him more comfortable, his breathing was even, and he had a slight smile on his face.

Rong Tian swallowed, and gently placed his plain hand on the scar, as if it was hot, and retracted it again.

He opened his mouth and didn't ask anything after all.

Learn from Wushuang, purify his spiritual power, and dry his long hair.

Gently pushed him: "Wu Shuang, get up quickly, everyone is going to be cold."

Wushuang opened his eyes in a daze, took the white underwear handed over by Rongtian, and put it on in a flash, as if he was dodging something.

Rong Tian pretended not to see it: "I read the book all night, why do you think you fell asleep!"

Wushuang looked slightly relaxed, and said with a smile: "The water is so comfortable, don't you want to wash it? I'll pour you a new bucket."

Rong Tian shook his head: "I washed it yesterday when you were not around."

Wushuang nodded, poured out the water, and put the barrel away.

Just jumped on the bed.

The two grew up together, and they were used to eating and sleeping together, Wu Shuang was outside and Rong Tian was inside.

After a while, the sound of even breathing came.

Wushuang fell asleep, and Rongtian suffered from insomnia.

Slightly tilting his head, looking at the impeccable facial features, he didn't know what to think for a while.

Who hurt him? What has he been up to lately?

Normally he would go to bed first, and Wushuang would go to bed late, but today it was the other way around, and he felt a little lost.

Wushuang turned over lightly, brought his legs and arms over, and the fragrance surrounded him from all directions.

Looking at Wushuang with a faint smile, Rong Tian felt very at ease.

In this world, he is really the only one.

Listening to the pounding heartbeat in his chest, Rong Tian gradually fell asleep...

The next day, when Rong Tian woke up, Wushuang was gone, half of the bed was cold.

It had obviously been gone for a long time, and on the table were emerald green cucumbers.

Rong Tian hooked the corner of his mouth.

This guy.

The disciples of the Xianmen have morning classes, Rong Tian turned into a little white dog and walked to the Xianmen.

I saw Lin Yichu standing upside down and reciting the door rules bitterly, with Ye Qingjun with a serious expression on his side.

Rong Tian looked at Lin Yichu amusedly, and squatted on the ground to watch the show.

Ye Qingjun glanced at him, his expression was calm, but Lin Yichu's expression was extremely excited: "Xiaobai! Xiaobai!"

Ye Qingjun said coldly: "One more time!"

Lin Yichu put his legs on the ground, and said a little dissatisfied: "Brother Ye, I just entered your bedroom, and I have to recite the door rules, it's not fair!"

"And you've already kicked me more than ten meters away!"

"Look, the cute little grass has been crushed by me."

Lord Ye Qing frowned: "One more time!"

Lin Yichu was about to cry, and pouted his lips: "Good brother, I was wrong! I dare not again! I dare not enter your bedroom again."

Surrounded by disciples watching a good show.

Many disciples who didn't like Lin Yichu were very happy, not as good as Su Yi, who felt that Lord Ye Qing was so pleasing to the eye for the first time.

Many people booed: "One more time."

Mr. Ye Qing glanced at the speaker, and the speaker bowed in embarrassment: "I will punish myself for my slip of the tongue!"

Then he stood upside down and recited the door rules.

Lord Ye Qing listened to it again: "Don't do it again."

This can be regarded as tacit approval for the disciple to be punished, and the disciple left tremblingly.

Only the bitter Lin Yichu was left to recite again.

Lin Yichu stared at Ye Qingjun, and recited the wronged words over and over again.

The gate rules of Xianmen are just like Master Yang, they are old and stinky, but they don’t say anything, and there is a mistake in it, and Mr. Ye Qing really wants to correct it.

The first half is still messy, but Lin Yichu has never memorized the second half at all.

Ye Qingjun said coldly: "Copy it again, afternoon, training room."

Then turned and left.

Lin Yichu pouted, and made a face at Ye Qingjun's back.

Then move closer like Bai Gouzi.

"Xiaobai, how can there be such a rigid person in this world!"

"It's a good skin to be blind for nothing."

Rong Tian suppressed a smile: ...