"I'm thinking about tomorrow's wedding, but if Master doesn't come, it's just you and me, and it's too cold. Qing Jiuying's other hand sneaked up on the medicine bag hidden in the cuff, trying to keep his composure.

Wan Ling smiled disapprovingly while serving him vegetables, "Then I will go to Yaoling Village tomorrow and invite your master and wife." ”

Qing Jiuying's chopsticks were another meal, and at this time, when he heard Wan Ling mention the painting heart, he inexplicably felt a little uneasy, and he tentatively mentioned, "Wan Ling, let's leave the city, go to a place where no one knows us, and live a good life." ”

After speaking, he carefully observed Wan Ling.

Wan Ling was obviously stunned for a moment, biting her chopsticks and asking, "Why do you suddenly want to leave?"

Qing Jiuying didn't think of an answer, but said perfunctorily, "Master and Master are no longer together, I am upset when I see it, so I want to go out and hide." ”

"For some people, Kyushu is just a small land, where can we hide?" Wan Ling sighed, with her back to the light, so that Qing Jiuying couldn't see clearly, "Besides, you ask yourself, can you hide? The world is big, but no matter where you flee, you can't escape your heart." ”

Qing Jiuying knew that she was talking a lot, but in fact, she didn't want to go with him.

Then there was silence, and the meal was in high spirits.

Wanling thought that he was unhappy because of Shuyi and Huaxin, so she didn't ask any more, brought hot water to wash his feet and prepare for bed.

"I'll do it myself. Qing Jiuying had something hidden in her heart, and she couldn't stand it and treated him so well, so she tried to help her up.

Wan Ling squatted at his feet, smiling gently, "Why are you going to get married, but you and I are getting up?" Didn't you say that what other people's ladies can do, I can do for you." ”

Qing Jiuying retracted his hand stupidly, feeling her soft fingers scratching the soles of his feet, and he was breathing rapidly uncontrollably.

Seeing that he was cramped, Wanling patted his leg and smiled secretly, "Relax, don't be so stiff." ”

Qing Jiuying stared at his toes in a daze, listening to the sound of squeezing water, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Wanling, why are you so good to me?"

Wan Ling seemed to be puzzled as to why he asked this, frowned, and replied without raising her head, "Because I like it, can't I?"

"And what do you like about me?"

"I like you to sing the white fox is not immortal, but it's a pity that you always sing the white fox, I want to hear if you can sing the scholar, whether you can also sing deeply. ”

Qing Jiuying's heart began to beat violently again.

He thought that if she was good to him, she would treat him as a substitute for a scholar after all, and that what she was doing for him now was nothing more than what she was used to doing for another man ten thousand years ago.

It's just that now, that man doesn't want her anymore.

"Alright. Wan Ling pressed the center of his foot for a while, wiped the water stains on his feet, and put it in the quilt, disgusting but not flattering, "Today, I will bother my husband to warm the quilt for me first." ”

Qing Jiuying didn't say anything, and after Wanling went out with the basin of water, he took out the medicine bag and hid it carefully. When Wanling returned, he had already widened his coat, his back was facing outward, his face was facing the wall, and he was lying on the couch and pretending to sleep.

When Wan Ling's hand poked out from behind, Qing Jiuying was full of excitement, and she almost couldn't help breaking away from her.

Seeing that his body was stiff, Wan Ling thought he was shy again, and pillowed on his shoulder with a low smile, and her fingers inadvertently swiped across his chest, gently and flirtingly.