With a glass of wine and a mouthful of stuffiness, Xilan almost wrote down his contempt on his face, as if I really admitted my mistake, but I didn't expect that he was like this.

Sitting on both sides of the low table, Ye Lin and Sha Ying were looking at each other, and could only hold the food and agree twice.

Xilan was also a casual and prodigal when she was young. She was strong and handsome. Many famous ladies and ladies had a good impression of him.

But he was too carefree, and he was very long-winded and drunk, so no matter how much the girl he loved him, she was smoothed out her expectations.

Xilan drank a lot of wine and shook her head a little: "Hi, I remember that back then, I was also a handsome guy in Su Nan..."

He looked as if he was sighing at the past. He looked back on his past, and his face turned dark and his head was silenced. His master was about to start nagging again. It was probably impossible to end in an hour.

Ye Lin had some realization that Xilan had the ability to travel through time and space in the past. He could reach the cave of the past and see himself in the past.

After a long ten years of time, this feeling of looking at one's past with his own eyes is probably the only way he can understand the past that he sighs.

Xilan, who was drunk slowly, began to trace the past, starting from his first experience, and then traveling around the mainland.

It is obviously a diary-like past memories, but it is actually quite interesting, but when he says something, it makes people confused.

Ye Lin and Sha Ying shrugged together, and then began to enthusiastically persuade Xilan to drink with praise, letting him drink half a bottle of wine.

Bang!

Xilan fell to the table with a snoring sound, and the world finally became quiet.

After dinner, Shaying put down her chopsticks, looked out the window quietly, and said, "Listen, the howling of the cold wind is like a wailing evil ghosts, it is really chilling."

"God's gossip, are you afraid of crying if you are all alone?" Ye Lin looked down on him and was too lazy to pay more attention to him.

However, Sha Ying nodded and smiled, then silently stared at the wooden door of the dojo, and his expression slowly fell into thought.

"I said~" Ye Lin blinked, a little surprised: "You won't feel uncomfortable just because you lose to Aisha, right?"

Elsa understood the power of the storm. Her punch could shake the earth. All the fluctuations in the air were her extra arms. The secret of extreme hand could hit the enemy's key points at the critical moment.

She already showed a state of suppression of the Shaying who had always relied on the second ghost and god.

“A little…”

Sha Ying simply admitted that she lost to a woman in two seconds, which was a serious blow to his self-esteem.

"Then you have to be stronger. You must not only control ghosts and gods, but also control darkness and become the monarch of darkness!" Ye Lin said with enthusiasm, which made Sha Ying look forward to it and yearn for a longing, but he immediately changed his words and said solemnly: "Of course, before you become the monarch of darkness, let your master go to the house."

Su Nan was extremely cold at night. If Xilan had no one to take care of her after being drunk, she would have to be buried with a professional team the next morning.

Sha Ying raised the drunken Xilan on her back and nodded helplessly: "Then I won't say hello to you anymore. Close the door when I leave."

“Okay OK.”

After the master and apprentice left, Ye Lin looked at the mess of cups and plates on the table, cleaned them up with magic, then wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and was about to push the door and leave.

"Sir, are you going to leave Su Nan?"

A faint sound suddenly came from behind. Ye Lin paused to open the door and turned around in surprise. Behind a single person barely hugged a pillar of thickness, standing a woman with a charming figure.

The thick blue one-piece pajamas cannot cover up their graceful figure. They are elegant and have untidy hair. They are simply tied up and scattered on one side of their shoulders.

Although she was holding an ink folding fan, she could tell from her clothes that she had already fallen asleep and was awakened by the noise outside again.

"It's cold, and you can catch a cold easily when you wear only your pajamas."

After Ye Lin said that, he glanced at the low table awkwardly. There was only one-third of the bottle of wine he brought, so he didn't clean up and left it for Xilan.

"Thank you for your concern, but it's cotton inside, but sir, you haven't answered my question yet." Nuo Yu took a step closer, leaving the shadow of the pillar, and his beautiful body was bathed in the dim moonlight, hazy but full of beauty.

"The people around the trunk are like the moon, and the white wrists are condensed in frost and snow." Ye Lin praised softly, then nodded and said, "The Xu Ancestor is over, probably the day after tomorrow."

Nuoyu had already discovered the wine pot on the low table, and a hint of helplessness appeared between her beautiful eyebrows, but she was not a person who didn't know how to be funny. If a guest came, it would be okay to have a few drinks.

However, Ye Lin's verses of praise just now made her secretly happy and a little shy.

"Sir, what does hu mean?"

"You can also refer to wine. You see, you happen to be bathed in the moonlight. There is wine beside you. It is a beautiful place. Also, don't call me a sir..."

Ye Lin touched his nose a little ashamed. Nuo Yu's poetry and painting skills are the best of Xu Zu. He can only use the essays left by his predecessors to compete with one or two.

"You are so humble."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Nuoyu seemed to have recognized that he was a great poet, and his tone was still very respectful.

"I don't, I'm not..."

Ye Lin was still trying to refute, but a cold wind blew outside the dojo, howling and sobbing, and the temperature seemed to drop three points out of thin air.

"It's better to move around than to talk for a while, Nuoyu has good tea."

It was hard to refuse the kindness, Ye Lin bowed: "That's really... trouble."

Walking through the hall hall, behind it is a long corridor inside, with more than a dozen rooms arranged on both sides. These were originally where the students were prepared to live when Xilan opened the dojo.

But Xilan himself never thought that when he was middle-aged, he was lazy and had never used these bedrooms much, but instead became utility rooms.

The back door of the dojo is open to two small open-air yards, separated by stone walls in the middle of the yard, and there are two houses in each yard.

"The yard on the left is the master's, and the right is mine, one bedroom and one study."

Nuoyusu pushed open the unlocked door with his hand. There was a well in the yard. There was a tea tree one person tall next to the well. There were warm objects such as straw and cotton cloth tied to the branches.

"The water in the well is sweet and the tea tree is fragrant. However, the temperature of the Xuzu ancestor is low, and the leaves are about to fall off now."

Nuoyu sighed softly when she saw this. She was a tea lover and her preference for tea was comparable to that of Xilan. This tea tree devoted all her efforts to the leaves she produced, and the royal family praised it.

"Sir, sitting slowly in the house, Rong Nuoyu brewed a pot of good tea, and then argued for the poem."

There was also an extinguished stove next to the well. Nuoyu used a bucket to collect the well water and picked off a few leaves left on the tea tree. The well water was warm and cleaned it with his bare hands.

She has no stock of fried tea, but fresh tea can also taste some freshness.

Nuoyu's boudoir is not large in size, and the furnishings are extremely simple and clear, with a bed with embroidered quilts, a wardrobe, a tea table and several round stools.

The closet is inlaid with clear round mirrors, and other things like dressing table cosmetics are not available.

Ye Lin saw a thin book next to Nuo Yu's pillow. Although the paper was exquisite, it had no cover. It was the collection of poems he once gave to him.

"The humble house is simple, which makes you laugh."

Nuoyu walked over with a small teapot and skillfully poured two cups of hot tea. The tea was light green and fragrant.

"There is no silk and bamboo that messes up the ears, and no official documents to suppress the body. Why is it so ugly?"

After Ye Lin finished speaking, he felt ashamed that Nuoyu was a woman with magical charm. Her natural and elegant posture seemed to be coming from calligraphy and painting, which could make vulgar people ashamed of themselves and belittle themselves by evil people.

"Sir, talented!"

"Okay, I'm just a white-Ding Guru, and I can't be called a master of the great elegance."

He was able to be chasing Shiat and the others without any moral integrity, and his fat thighs were as he wanted. However, when facing Nuo Yu, he was unvoluntarily and became a humble gentleman.

"You are humble and your ability to learn is not only limited to poetry, songs, or conversation. Only by governing the country and ensuring the people can you test your true talents and knowledge."

Nuo Yu's jade hand, like frost and snow, gently picked up the teacup, smiled and signaled a little, rolled up his cuffs with his other hand, and sipped the tea.

Ye Lin suddenly realized that the other party did not mind who wrote the beautiful verses, but praised him indirectly for his help to Xu Zu.

"Haha, maybe I didn't regard myself as a noble after all, so I can understand what the citizens really need...good tea!"

Gently put down the folding fan, Nuoyu got up and walked towards the bed, then bent down to get the collection of poems. The lotus steps were graceful, and he didn't feel that the fat under his pajamas were so erect.

Ye Lin, who was accidentally pulled his eyes, quickly lowered his head to drink tea, and secretly committed a sin in his heart.

"The collection of poems you gave me, Nuoyu couldn't put it down and kept it away from his pillow, but in the end, some words and sentences are difficult to understand..."

Her expression of shame seemed to be self-blame for her shallow knowledge and her desire for a real answer.
Chapter completed!