Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong were guarding the door, as well as Hui Heji. They didn't believe their eyes when they saw Matsui Shi coming out in high spirits.
"You have to take good care of Mr. Li, he is exhausted." Matsui smiled kindly and even touched Huiheji's shoulder; "Thanks to the master's medicine, the offerings to Seqing Temple will be doubled this year."
Turning the corner of the room, Matsui Shi whispered in Ichi Xuemei's ear: "He is also a dog. Miss Xuemei must remember not to offend these monks easily. They are different from the congressmen. They are fans worth appreciating."
.Who can be spotless? Although they can't help much, sometimes they can ruin our big things."
"Yes, Grandpa Shi." Jingchi Xuemei smiled obediently, then suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "Just let the gentleman be quiet for a while. He said not to disturb him."
When Zhu Tong woke up again, the first thing he saw was Jingchi Xuemei.
Today she was wearing a white long-sleeved kimono with flowers. She was leaning on the coffee table in front of the alcove with her arms pillowed on her head. She was sleeping soundly with her long eyelashes closed.
Her long black soft hair was draped loosely around her shoulders and arms, and her expression was peaceful and peaceful, like a child wandering in a dream, which actually made the little liar who wandered among the flowers feel a little pity for her for no reason.
This room does not seem to be the same one as before. The decoration in the room is full of feminine warmth; the flower arrangement in the niche, the fragrance floating in the air, and the wind chimes hanging on the glass door are all unfamiliar.
Zhu Tong stretched his arms and found that the wooden couch he was lying on was covered with an off-white cicada silk quilt. Years ago, Ye'er once wanted to buy such a set, but when she saw the price, she blinked and curled her lips before giving up.
Already.
"Sir, wake up."
Jingchi Xuemei felt Zhu Tong's movements and gently opened her eyes, smiling innocently like a little girl.
At this moment, Zhu Tongcai felt that everything she saw before was Jingchi Xuemei's disguised protective color; now she is the real Jingchi Xuemei.
"What time is it?" Zhu Tong raised his wrist, but found that his CK watch was no longer there. He immediately felt that his upper body was naked, and his lower body seemed to have only a pair of underwear. "Miss Xuemei, you... didn't do anything to me, right?"
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Jingchi Xuemei burst out laughing, still leaning on her arms and said naughtily: "What do you want me to do, sir, or do you not want me to do anything?"
Zhu Tong enjoyed such teasing, and the Butterfly God liked it because he relaxed physically and mentally. The slight desire aroused by Jingchi Xuemei just stimulated the weak Qi to recover faster.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Jingchi Xuemei stretched out two fingers but said nothing.
"Two days?" Zhu Tong couldn't believe that he actually slept for two days. Looking out the window, the sun shone through the pomegranate, it must be afternoon; "Two hours, right?"
"It's been two days since I saw your husband here." Xuemei Jingchi sat up and tapped her chest; "I knew that my husband didn't want others to discover this secret, so I moved my husband to my room."
Zhu Tong was completely awake. He opened the quilt and took a look at his chest. There was still a blank space the size of a fist. The phoenix mask was slowly exuding warmth, nourishing the meridians that had been slightly atrophied due to overuse.
"I'm an unintentional person, aren't you afraid that I'm a monster?" Zhu Tong stopped covering his face, since it had been seen anyway, so there was no point in doing so.
"My father once said when he was still alive: People who speak the truth are the most dangerous; because humans are all flesh and blood, they will have secret desires and demands." Jingchi Xuemei stood up, approached the soft couch and stared at Zhu Tongjianzhuang.
His upper body, his eyes fell on the black butterfly on his shoulder; "Sir, if you need Xuemei to do anything, Xuemei will not refuse."
Oops! It was the fragrance from her body that tempted her.
Jingchi Xuemei's eyes were blurred, and she knelt down half a foot in front of Zhu Tong; her fair and slender arms stretched out from her wide sleeves, caressing the black butterfly, and whispered: "It's so beautiful."
Zhu Tong saw a thin scar on Jingchi Xuemei's wrist, perhaps because of the girl's delicate skin, and the scar had turned into a pink line. This scar calmed down the surge of desire, thinking of the girl far away in Shanghai.
Ye'er is not in the mood to play ambiguous with this complicated girl. I haven't spoken to Ye'er for two days, so I don't know if she will be anxious?
"How is Mr. Matsui doing now?" Zhu Tong saw his clothes neatly placed in front of the couch and gently pushed Jingchi Xuemi away; "The room is too stuffy, please open the window."
The push was at the acupuncture point of Jingchi Xuemei's elbow. She woke up, blushed and ran away to open the back door to the garden.
Only then did Zhu Tong notice that Jingchi Xuemei's room had no windows. After opening the door, he saw an ancient pomegranate tree. Half of the tree was covered with dark green moss. The lush branches and leaves were a natural barrier.
, covering half of the garden, and also blocking the prying eyes from the mountain opposite.
"Grandpa Shi is in much better spirits, but he still can't eat much and often feels pain. Sir, please come here."
Jingchi Xuemei clapped her hands, and two maids brought a teapot, tea stove, charcoal and other utensils, as well as a few snacks, and brought them to a stone pavilion in the garden.
Beautiful girls are all fickle elves. Zhu Tong put on her clothes and walked over. Jingchi Xuemei sat on a piece of white silk, quietly lighting a fire, boiling water, and ordering tea; just like the exquisite porcelain in her hand, beautiful and quiet
It's intoxicating; a stark contrast to just a few minutes ago.
This garden is not much larger than the one at Zhutong's residence. It also has a hot spring pool, and the owner has carefully arranged the scenery everywhere. Above the stone pavilion, two Chinese characters are engraved: Liu Zong. It looks like it is quite old.
A stream dotted with pebbles divides the garden into two halves, and Liu Zong Pavilion is located on the stream; on one side is the pomegranate tree, and on the other side is a tall maple tree; indoors, it is hidden by a lattice door.
Its beauty cannot be seen from the sight. Only by sitting in the pavilion can one appreciate the calmness and joy of the maple tree.
"Sir, please have tea before going to see Grandpa Shi. Doctor Bai has been taking care of him and said he is not in danger for the time being. You haven't eaten for two days."
Jingchi Xuemei held a small round fan and gently fanned the charcoal fire. The water boiled quickly. When she picked up the wooden ladle and ordered some tea, Zhu Tong asked: "Is there any wine?" He had already put the exquisite dishes of tea.
Sweeped away.
"I know you want to drink." Ichichi Xuemi offered tea, ran into the room, and came back with a small jar. "I bought this from Tokyo and delivered it in the morning."
It turned out to be a jar of high-grade Maotai liquor. Zhu Tong opened the seal and drank a few sips. After drinking the hot liquid, he felt comfortable all over before picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
"Sir, you..." Jingchi Xuemei watched Zhu Tong eating and drinking with interest, and suddenly pointed at his surprise and said.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Tong turned around and looked, and was also shocked.
White butterflies, yellow butterflies, red butterflies, there were hundreds of them hovering around him; there were more butterflies flying over among the branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree.
They were only wandering half a meter away from Zhu Tong, dancing and interlacing, as if they were worshiping, or gathering together to receive baptism.
"There are always a lot of butterflies here?" Zhu Tong asked embarrassedly, hiding his surprise. The butterfly god was dancing in the Yintang acupoint, and it was it that attracted these butterflies.
Jingchi Xuemei pounced, trying to catch a white butterfly but failed, and replied disappointedly: "There are not so many. Sometimes two or three will fly over. I have never seen so many butterflies."
In my garden. Ah, it must be because, sir, you smell very..." As he said that, thinking of the embarrassment just now, he stopped talking.
Zhu Tong stretched out his hand, and the white butterfly fell into his palm.
"Here you go." Zhu Tong put his hand in front of Jingchi Xuemei. He didn't know why, but it seemed that as soon as an idea came to his mind, the butterfly was in his palm.
"It's so beautiful." Jingchi Xuemei didn't catch the butterfly, but stared at it with wide eyes. After three minutes, she sighed deeply: "It is free."
As expected, the white butterfly flew away and joined the group of butterflies in the garden; at this moment, thousands of butterflies had gathered under the pomegranate tree, dancing around Liu Zong Pavilion.
Zhu Tong took another sip of wine, swallowed half of it, and sent the wine breath into the Yintang acupoint to serve the Butterfly God; the other half opened his mouth and sprayed into the air.
The afternoon sun shines in through the gaps between the pomegranate trees, and the wine mist disperses to form a small rainbow; butterflies fly up and down on the rainbow.
The rainbow slowly dissipated, and the Butterfly God was drunk from the wine. He lay lazily resting in Yintang Point, and the butterflies dispersed. Finally, the white butterfly stopped at Zhu Tong's hand, and he put it into his mouth and chewed it.
Swallow it in a few swallows.
"Sir, you actually eat butterflies." Jingchi Xuemei closed her eyes and showed an unbearable expression; "It's so cruel, they like you so much."
"I'm hungry." Zhu Tong explained this; in fact, it's not him who is hungry, but the Butterfly God. If Jingchi Xuemei is no longer here, Zhu Tong will eat more butterflies.
"Where's my needle? There's also a watch and a phone." Zhu Tong drank a jar of strong wine, clapped his hands and stood up; "I'm going to see Mr. Matsui, his illness still needs treatment."
Jingchi Xuemei stood up silently, led Zhu Tong to Liu Zong Pavilion, walked into the room and opened the closet. The dragon and phoenix stars and CK watch were on a red wooden tray in the closet, as well as Zhu Tong's glasses.
"Sir's phone has broken down due to water damage. We have prepared a new phone for you, or your previous number. It is now in your room. There was a call from Miss Su. Is she your girlfriend?"
"She is my lover." Zhu Tong breathed a sigh of relief and put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Bai Jiashu knew the importance and would not talk nonsense. If it was Zheng Shurong, that nerd, it would be a bit worrying. Telling the truth is a virtue.
, if there is no distinction between time and place, it will basically lead to bad things.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn. Xuemei Jingchi said nothing and made no moves, but it made people feel deeply lost.
"Are your eyes short-sighted, sir?"
"Haha, I'm a little used to it." After Zhu Tong put on his glasses, he seemed to be a different person; Jingchi Xuemei felt that the relationship between them had become stranger because of these clear glasses.