If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

No, to be precise, the little man did not appear outside the yard.

When Wen Renshu stepped into the courtyard, he saw the little man sitting on a swing on a branch.

The rope of the swing was woven from several vines, and the swing was also covered with a layer of petals, pink, the same as the flowers around his waist.

There is only one sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard. It is midsummer now, the sweet-scented osmanthus has not bloomed, and only the lush leaves cover the sky and the sun.

The little man was enjoying himself on the swing and didn't seem to notice his arrival like yesterday.

Wen Renshu walked over lightly and sat down on the stone chair.

Looking up slightly, you can see the little man swinging happily on the branch.

The little man was still saying something.

"Fly high!"

Wen Renshu's mouth curved slightly, he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Put one cup on the other side and one cup on your side.

He didn't speak, just looked at the little man having fun.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

It's already cold, and yesterday's tea even had a faint bitter taste.

Wen Renshu put the tea cup down, picked up the tea cup on the opposite side, and poured the tea inside back into the teapot.

Even though he knew that the imaginary little person would not really drink the cold bitter tea, he still was unwilling to give the tea to the little person.

Not far away, Song Chuyi, who was having fun, heard Xiao Tong's prompt.

[Host, the villain is coming! 】

Song Chuyi was excited, and the small transparent wings behind him flapped wildly.

He took his fist, breathed into it, and punched the air.

[Xiao Tong, how is my strength? Will it hurt? 】

Xiaotong: [...Host, since you have become smaller, your strength has also become smaller and childish. 】

Song Chuyi: [I know, it doesn't matter if I'm naive. How about my strength first? 】

Xiao Tong: [Maybe... it's just like pinching an ant. 】

Song Chuyi snorted softly, "I don't believe it, just wait until I try." 】

[Look at me beating Wen Renshu to tears. 】

Song Chuyi flew down from the swing, fluttering his little wings and arrived in front of Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu just put down the tea cup.

Song Chu first looked at the tea cup, then looked at Wenren's book, and had an idea in his mind.

He clenched his fist and threw it at the tea cup, shouting loudly: "Ha!"

Watch him smash the tea cup with one fist!

Wen Renshu:?

He saw the little man clenching his little fist, and then... pushing the tea cup?

Hmm...not pushing.

"Want to drink tea?" He picked up the undamaged teacup and turned it upside down. "The tea is cold. I'll get a new one."

Song Chuyi looked at the undamaged tea cup in disbelief, then looked at his fist that had turned red, and couldn't help but speak.

"pain."

it hurts!

This tea cup is definitely made of stone, absolutely!

The ancients were so skilled at carving stones into teacups.

He didn't believe that Wenren's book was as hard as a rock.

He took two steps forward and punched Wen Renshu's fingertips.

Wen Renshu will definitely feel the same pain as him!

Wen Renshu stood up and didn't seem to notice that the little man had punched him.

He quickly walked out of the yard, taking the cold teapot with him.

On the stone table, Song Chuyi couldn't believe it. He thought for two seconds and said very seriously:

[Xiao Tong, I think beating up villains is no longer feasible. 】

Xiaotong: [Come on host! 】

Song Chuyi looked at the red fist and felt that he had encountered the biggest problem since the mission.

His strength has diminished, proving that he can no longer subdue the villain with violence, or even defend himself.

This means that the outside world is very dangerous for him!

Therefore, he will never step out of this yard!

Song Chuyi rubbed his fists and waited obediently for Wen Renshu to come back.

He decided to take the reform route and give Wen Renshu some chicken soup for the soul first.

It didn't take long for Wen Renshu to make a pot of hot tea.

This tea was brewed by him himself and had not passed through anyone else's hands.

Wen Renshu didn't even know why he did this.

Maybe it was because he didn't want people to discover his fantasy, or maybe it was because even if it was just a fantasy, he didn't want to let the little person bear the possibility of being poisoned.

Wen Renshu poured two cups of hot tea, placing one cup in front of the little man and one cup in front of himself.

Song Chuyi was also thirsty at this moment. He stood on tiptoe and began to drink tea.

After he was full, he smacked his lips and began to chatter.

"Wen Renshu, what have you been doing outside these days?"

"Why didn't you have breakfast this morning?"

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake yesterday was delicious. Would you like to eat it for lunch too?"

"This tea is also delicious. What is it called?"

"Did that emperor give you any trouble?"

…………

Wen Renshu listened quietly and did not answer the little man.

Until Song Chuyi asked again.

"Is the emperor good-looking? Is he as good-looking as you?"

Wen Renshu's hand holding the teacup paused.

"It's average." He suddenly replied, "It doesn't look good."

Song Chuyi: "Ah?"

He belatedly realized that Wen Renshu said that the emperor was not good-looking.

He sighed with regret and leaned on the edge of the teapot to shake the jiojio.

"I thought the emperor was very good-looking."

"Didn't he have many concubines?"

Wen Renshu took a sip of hot tea.

"As an emperor, having concubines is also a way to maintain balance."

In short, so many concubines have nothing to do with what the emperor himself looks like.

Song Chuyi said "Oh", "You humans are so complicated."

If you like it, you just like it. When you have a concubine, you also need to pay attention to balance.

Sure enough, the minds of ancient people were so complex.

Wen Renshu didn't respond to this sentence, and he became quiet again.

Song Chuyi was a talkative person who felt uncomfortable if he didn't talk. Now he didn't dare to go out, so he could only drag Wen Renshu to chat alone.

"Brother Wenren, what do you like to eat?"

"I really enjoyed eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake last night."

His hint should have been obvious, right?

He talked a lot and felt thirsty, so he lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Wen Renshu saw that the tea had reached the bottom and refilled it for him.

Although he knew very well that he drank the tea after all. After all, the little man was just his imagination. He must have drank the tea that disappeared in reality.

But even so, he still filled the cup with tea.

Song Chuyi enjoyed Wen Renshu's service and started chatting with him again when he was full.

"Brother Wenren, do you prefer spring, summer, autumn or winter?"

Song Chuyi originally thought that he would not answer this question. He was about to say something else when he heard Wen Renshu speak.

"Now."

In his eyes, the four seasons are just reincarnations.

There is no difference between the past and the future.

But he likes now, likes summer now.

Song Chuyi rarely understood what this person meant.

If you like now... doesn't that mean you like him?

On the first day of the Song Dynasty, he immediately expressed his feelings to Wen Renshu.

"Brother Wenren, I like you very much too~"