She was thinking about what was wrong with his eyes, and Di Shiyin had already spoken leisurely: "Hewan, go back first and return to his ancestors. If you really don't want to stay in Linrui Kingdom, you can come back."
Zisanghe finally breathed a sigh of relief after getting what his master said: "Yes, I'll obey the order." His voice was slightly hoarse, and he finally left.
I don’t know what happened, Luo Qingyu’s back was a little lonely when he saw Zi Sang Hewan’s departure...
A cup of tea appeared on her hand, and she accidentally took it and took a sip, immediately frowned.
So bitter! This tea is even more bitter than bitter tea!
She almost squirted it out, and she swallowed it forcibly, and felt a bitter thread slipping straight into her stomach along her throat...
Damn it! It turns out that the master has been drinking this kind of tea just now?
His taste is really strong!
"Don't force yourself to drink something you don't want to drink." Indra's voice sounded faintly above her head.
Luo Qingyu looked up and faced his extremely dark eyes. He looked at her lazily, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his fingers wrapped around her hair: "Pick your favorite."
What is the most important thing.”
His two sentences seemed to have mystery. Luo Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "I always knew what I like the most and what I want."
What she likes the most is him, and what she wants most is to live with him carefree life, happy and free like a god.
Indra rubbed her intentions and hugged her in his arms: "That's good."
The topic changed: "Since you don't like this cup of tea, why do you force yourself to swallow it?"
Luo Qingyu rolled his eyes secretly. The reason why she forced herself to swallow it was because he poured this cup of tea for her?
She naturally couldn't bear to throw away what he gave her, even a cup of bitter tea...
As soon as Indra's sleeve was brushed, the cup of tea fell to the ground along with the exquisite teapot and shattered into pieces with a bang; "Qingyu, if you don't like it, it's the most important thing to follow your own heart.
If you don’t like something, you should throw it away without hesitation, and don’t let it become your ties…”
Luo Qingyu was stunned for a moment. Today, Di Shiyin's words seemed to have a chance to have a Zen opportunity, which made her feel a little out of touch.
What was he so excited about?
Suddenly I realized the truth.
However, what he said seems to make some sense...
Luo Qingyu was touched. She looked at the teapot fragments on the ground and the scattered tea leaves: "Master, I remember you like to drink Yunwu Qing tea. When did you like to drink bitter tea?"
Indra looked at her lightly: "Who said that my teacher likes to drink bitter tea?"
Don’t like to drink it for the sake of your hair?
He even poured her a cup silently!
It made her feel bitter and uncomfortable now...
Luo Qingyu glanced at him: "Then this tea? Didn't you just poured it for me?"
"I poured it for you for the teacher, but it is not the tea I just drank. This pot of tea is made for you." Indra said slowly.