Qin Zong casually mentioned two interesting things to Yan Tao about when he lived here when he was young.

The two sat down at the stone table, and Young Master Yan felt that there was something more on his calf.

She looked down.

bumped into a pink and tender little face.

Yuxue's cute child combed a Taoist monk's hair in a bun, embellished with a little red beads on her eyebrows, and was lying under the table, looking up at her.

After staring at each other for a moment, Yan Tao stretched out his hand and pushed away the child's fleshy hand.

The little Taoist priest wrinkled his brow in annoyance, pursed his lips, and this time crawled to her feet again.

Hold Yan Tao's calf tightly and don't let go.

Yan Tao ......

"Qingling, come here."

Qin Zong screamed, picked up the little Taoist priest with one hand and put her on the stone bench next to him, and patted his little head by the way.

"Brother Qin Zong."

Qingling laughed happily and shook his little face, "Hug." ”

Qin Ye ignored the child's pleas, and his handsome face turned to the side slightly, "Qingling is the grandson of the Qingyang Guanzhu, and his father didn't have time to take her, so he put it in the view." ”

"Well, I see."

Young Master Yan smiled lightly, his white slender fingers shook in the air, and when he spread it out again, there was a piece of chocolate candy lying flat on his palm.

Qingling's big black and white eyes lit up slightly, and his small hand grabbed the candy, leaned into the side of the young man's face, and poked it heavily.

"Thank you, pretty brother!"

Grabbing the candy, the little Taoist priest jumped from the stone bench to the ground, and ran out of the courtyard with a stagger, "Brother Wuchen, Brother Wuchen, I saw a brother who is more beautiful than you!" ”

Wuchen was sitting cross-legged in the room, with a string of Buddhist beads between his fingers, and when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes, and saw a little cub pounce into his arms.

"Brother Wuchen, Qingling has seen a brother who is even better looking than you!"

Wuchen's eyes flashed helplessly, "Qingling, how many times have I told you, a man can't be said to be beautiful." ”

"But Brother Wuchen, you are a monk, and for you, it's all a passing thing. The same goes for pretty. ”

Qingling smiled and spoke.

Dust-free ......

"Brother Wuchen, I'll take you to see the beautiful brother!"

Qingling hugged Wuchen's big palm with both hands, "Hurry, let's go." ”

“……”

Wuchen helped his forehead: Sure enough, there is a price to be paid for begging someone.

His price is the little Taoist group in front of him.

When Wuchen arrived, Yan Tao was playing Go with Qin Zong.

In the courtyard, the morning breeze was cool, and the teenager sat opposite the youth.

When she arrived at the young man, she took a white child, and her handsome and demonic face was full of contemplation.

After a long contemplation, he never fell behind.

Qin Zong sat upright, the tea in his hand floating in the mist, and he was content.

Wuchen raised his brow lightly and walked over.

Qingling took the dustless little finger and ran over with the small broken steps.

On the chess game on the stone table, the black and white sons are clearly distinguished.

The handsome monk lowered his head and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his brows jumped, "Yan Tao, don't you just play backgammon, what are you doing so seriously." ”

He thought that these two were Go masters, and he ran over to see them.

Actually...... Playing backgammon.

Young Master Yan maintained a serious and calm posture unchanged.

Wuchen was silent, "Yan Tao, what are you struggling to die for?" You lose. ”

Yan Tao: "I'm going to struggle for a while, you shut up." ”

Wuchen silently rolled his eyes: Everyone has four sons in a row, you can still die if you block one side.

Young Master Yan thought for three seconds, and handed the chess pieces to Qingling, with a serious face, "This game is given to you." ”

Dust-free ...... You're still going to be shameless.