On the first Saturday of May, the cloudless blue sky is fresh and bright.

After finishing his practice, Yuan Qingsu walked around the vibrant vegetable garden, climbed over the wall and jumped into the girl's yard next door.

From the wall, the soles of feet were fine sand that seemed to have been screened. The fire fan that was feeding carp in the distance was looking at him in a little surprised.

"Good morning." Yuan Qingsu said hello, "Is Sixteen Nights here?"

The fire fan put away the surprise and replied softly: "Old Master Yuan, the master is resting in the house."

"Thank you." Yuan Qingsu walked towards the middle of the three houses.

Halfway through, he stopped as if he remembered something, turned his head to her and said, "Miss Huo Fan, your master allows me to climb over the wall."

"Well, I understand." Huo Fan said with a smile.

"Really, I won't lie to you."

"Yes, I understand."

"Then why are you laughing?"

Huo Fan raised Tang Yi's sleeves, covering half of his face, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Wait, I'll sue you and ask Shiliu Ye to punish you to fertilize my vegetable garden." Yuan Qingsu walked into the house angrily.

Three pairs of slippers were neatly placed on the crosswood at the edge of the entrance floor.

Yuan Qingsu changed his shoes and walked into the spacious living room.

It is said to be a living room, but it is more like a large room where Daming met his ministers.

The screen is winding, with white cranes and green pine trees painted on it, and pictures of ladies are hung on the walls.

A beauty in a loose red bathrobe, with her eyes closed, her left hand half clenched into a fist to support her head, her right hand was placed on her waist, and she lay on her pineapple wooden couch facing him.

Long black hair hangs like a waterfall, slender white neck, spring onion-like fingers, and beautifully curved calves.

This scene can make anyone fall into obsession, and Yuan Qingsu is no exception.

The beauty opened her eyes and glanced at Yuan Qingsu with sleepy eyes.

"What's the matter, Young Master Qing?" Ji Gong Shiliuye's lazy voice was like a ripe peach in August, sounding plump and gentle.

"I miss my sister." Yuan Qingsu said with a smile.

"I lied as soon as I came, how could I believe you?" Ji Gong Shiliuye closed his eyes again, his voice gradually lowered, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Yuan Qingsu couldn't help but stretch out her hand as she looked at the smooth hair on her waist.

Ji Gong Shiliuye suddenly opened his eyes and saw him wrapping his hair around his fingers.

The serious and focused look, for some reason, melted into a warm current, which was passed down to her hair to her heart, making her heart beat faster and at the same time she felt the inexplicable warmth.

"Is it fun?" she asked.

"Funny."

Yuan Qingsu raised her head and saw Ji Gong Shiliu's beautiful smile. She seemed to have a kind of magic power that could capture the soul and attract the spirit in her eyes, which made people shake their minds.

The two looked at each other for a while.

The hair on Yuan Qingsu's finger suddenly moved, wrapped around him like a rope, and dragged him to the lying lying Ji Gong Shiliuye.

"Is it fun?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked again with a smile.

"What kind of curse is this?"

Yuan Qingsu looked at his hair curiously, and his face suddenly itched. When he looked up, Ji Gong Shiliu Ye's white right hand gently stroked his cheek like a snake.

The two people's faces were so close.

Ji Gong Shiliuye stared at his eyes blurred, as if water was about to drip out, and his enchanting little face slowly approached, as if he was about to kiss him.

The slightly opened lips approached each other, Yuan Qingsu felt the warm breath exhaled from her mouth blew into her mouth, and there was the breath of cherry blossoms.

He couldn't help swallowing, and a fire broke out in his heart.

Ji Gong Shiliu Ye's confused eyes waves were squirting down and laughing out loud.

"You just miss me?" She said leisurely and smiled.

"Sister Sixteen Nights' skin is like snow, fluttering red clothes and graceful figure. How can I blame me? I'm not that kind of person."

Ji Gong Shiliuye supported his head with one hand and raised the chin of Yuanqingsu with the other: "I look at you, your eyes flashed, your face was scathing, your face was full of courage, and you were full of bad guys."

The "y"-shaped neckline of the red yukata is slightly open, revealing a little snow-white and plump chest, and the white and red form a very charming contrast.

Yuan Qingsu's heart was beating wildly.

Ji Gong Shiliuye noticed his gaze and said in a sweet voice, "Little Pervert", and his black hair shook him away.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" She closed her collar with her hands.

Before Yuan Qingsu could speak, the picture of a lady hanging on the wall suddenly came to life.

Two beauties in ancient costumes walked out, with tall figures, Tang Dynasty clothes, and a full waist. They had an elegant beauty, as if they had walked out of the painting - they did indeed come out of the painting.

The two bowed to the lying Ji Gong Shiliu Ye and began to boil water and make tea.

When they kneel, their hips are full and their curves are very attractive.

"I'll let them accompany you tonight?" Ji Gong Shiliuye said to Yuan Qingsu with a smile.

"I'm just curious." Yuan Qingsu retracted her gaze, "I'm here to listen to your story, sister, by the way, I'm just going to tell me what this painting is."

"This person wearing green Tang clothes is called Chunlan, and the person wearing white Tang clothes is Donglan. Don't call it wrong at night."

"...I am wholeheartedly dedicated to Miss Shenlin."

"Then what happened to you just now?" Ji Gong Shiliuye glanced at Yuan Qingsu's pants and asked with a smile.

"No matter who it is, when you see the curve from your sister's jaw to your chest, you will become Pavlov's dog."

"Pavlov?"

"He did an experiment and the ringing rings every time he delivers food to the dog. After a long time, the dog drools when he hears the ringing."

"Then I want to have a bell, clap your hands? Or in one sentence? Which one do you like?" Ji Gong Shiliu Ye asked Yuan Qingsu himself.

"I'm not a dog."

"You 'boom' twice, and I will satisfy you." Ji Gong Shiliuye pinched the collar with his fingers.

"I don't believe it, you must have lie to me."

"Hahaha, you are worried that I will lie to you, not hesitating whether to learn from a dog, I am so laughing to death." Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled so hard that his branches trembled.

She smiled for a while before wiping her tears with her fingers, she raised her head and saw Yuan Qingsu looking at her with a smile on her face.

The handsome cheeks and charming pure black eyes are unblinking, making people feel panicked.

"Okay, OK." She waved her hand and sat up leisurely, her waist so slender that it made people want to hug her with her hands.

Chunlan and Donglan were holding tea trays and knelt beside the two of them.

"You are enjoying it too much." Yuan Qingsu sighed, "You come out to catch the criminals, and you live like a traveler. No, go to the fiefdom to become a famous name."

"When you become the Lord of the Origin, I will report to the Lord of Kyoto, and it is not difficult to be a daimyo." Ji Miguchi Shiliu Ye took a sip of tea.

"A moment, the god of the continent, and then Daming, Sister Sixteen Nights, are you the illegitimate daughter of the Lord of Kyoto?"

"It's the biological daughter." Ji Gong Shiliuye showed a funny face that made people unable to guess the truth.

"I am not interested in these things, whether it is an illegitimate daughter or a biological child." Yuan Qingsu said, "I just want to hear the anecdotes of the world of cultivation, or the legend of the divine weapon."

"If you don't listen to the biggest secret in the world, you will be useless and have no future when you listen to these useless stories."

"I want to hear it, you won't say it, right?"

"Of course, I'll tell you it's okay." After saying a childishly, Himeguchi Shiroya teased again with a smile, "Unless you promise to go back to Kyoto with me."

"Why have you been asking me to go back to Kyoto with me?" Yuan Qingsu asked curiously.

"What else do you have to care about except this? Do you think you are handsome? Do you think you owe the debt you owe?"

"Actually, I'm very willing to go back to Kyoto with you, but I promised Miss Shenlin to stay with her until she dies in battle."

"I see you died a hundred times, but she was not dead." Ji Gong Shiliuye said angrily, "Chun Lan."

"Master." Chunlan held the ground with both hands and kowtowed.

“Change clothes.”

"yes."

"So what should I do?" Yuan Qingsu said strangely, "We still care if we are pajamas?"

"Go, who is with you, please go to your Miss Shenlin." Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled and cursed, explaining, "Didn't you want to hear the story? You accompany me out to find Yayoi Sanqianzi, and I'll say it while looking for it."

"Good idea." Yuan Qingsu nodded and took a sip of tea.

Ji Gong Shiliuye glanced at him and said to Donglan: "Donglan, throw this shameless guy out."

"Isn't it just changing clothes? Do you think I want to see it? I want to have tea, really." Yuan Qingsu got up and went out by himself.
To be continued...