Every day I have to flirt with the Daoist [Ming Dao Xing Yao]

The atmosphere in the wing room suddenly dropped to freezing point, Chu Ji's face was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth and said a word from his mouth, "Which eye of yours sees that I am as good as Long Yang?"

Jun Fangbai muttered, "Which normal man would come to Hualou and avoid other girls?"

The implication is that there are girls who throw themselves into your arms and hug you but dodge you without any effort, which is not what Longyang is.

Chu Ji's face suddenly sank. He was used to being domineering in Cangyi Mountain, but he didn't expect to fall down the mountain and be planted in the hands of Jun Fangbai in front of him. The miraculous effect of vomiting blood, during the time Chu Ji knew him, he did not know how many times he suffered verbally.

So Chu Ji immediately got up and was about to go out, Jun Fangbai smiled in the dark, but he quickly grabbed Chu Ji's sleeve with his eyes and hands, and hurriedly said, "Daoist, don't be angry."

Chu Ji glared at Jun Fangbai angrily.

"It's me talking nonsense," Jun Fangbai gave Chu Ji a bright smile, and shook Chu Ji's hand, "Master Daoist doesn't remember villains, so don't bother with me."

Chu Ji saw that his eyes were wide open, he was already bewildered, but now he looked pitiful and bullied, even though he was angry, Chu Ji couldn't help but calm down a little.

But he couldn't really swallow the tone of being ridiculed by Jun Fangbai, trying to suppress his anger, Chu Ji smiled and said two words, "Really?"

Junbang swallowed with a white throat, "Yes..."

"Well, since I know I was wrong, should I make amends?" Chu Ji felt secretly happy.

Jun Fangbai had a weird expression on his face, but he still tugged on his sleeves to prevent him from leaving. After a while, he replied with a bitter face, "Should..."

Only then did Chu Ji walk back to his original position and sit down. He never had a reason not to take back his anger. Even if the other party was amazing in appearance, he would never let it go easily.

"Punish yourself with a pot later." Chu Jiduan looked serious, but his heart was already full of joy.

Just now at the banquet table, he saw that there are seven or eight glasses of wine in a jug of wine instead of ten small cups. Judging by Jun Fangbai's appearance, three glasses should be enough for him, and he will feel better if he eats a pot of wine. I will call for someone to carry out this flower full of buildings.

As soon as he thought that Jun Fangbai, known as the god of flowers and trees in Wudu, would make a fool of himself, Chu Ji's displeasure at being teased disappeared immediately.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Jun Fangbai was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled wryly, "Daoist, is there any other way to make amends?"

Chu Ji was even more certain of Jun Fangbai's conjecture that he didn't know how to drink, so he shook his head regretfully, "No."

Seeing Jun Fangbai's dejected look, the corners of Chu Ji's lips raised slightly uncontrollably, and Mr. Jun, who bowed his head, couldn't help but show eight white and neat teeth, and when he raised his head again, he looked worried and dazed.

After the servant had served all the wine and vegetables, Chu Ji couldn't wait to push the old-fashioned osmanthus wine in a porcelain white wine pot to Jun Fangbai, as if if you didn't drink it today, I would force you to drink it She looks like a prostitute.

Jun Fangbai lifted the lid of the jug, and the mellow wine smell immediately wafted into the room, mixing with the burning incense in the room, it was like the illusion of entering the place of a wine fairy.

Just by smelling the aroma, Chu Ji knew it was a good pot of wine. He was not a drinker, but he also liked the spicy or sweet feeling of wine in his throat.

When he was on Cangyi Mountain, he secretly dug up the peach blossom wine that Zeng Shu buried under the tree to drink, and the peach blossom wine that had been brewed for ten years was almost bottomed out. Poor Zeng Shu is still looking forward to the opening of the altar. On that day, he didn't know that all the good wine he treasured had already been stolen by his good apprentice.

Chu Ji looked at Jun Fangbai leisurely, and made a gesture of please, Jun Fangbai's expression was calm, and his tone was half-true and half-fake, "Since it's an apology, I will definitely not shirk it, let the Taoist priest show me my drinking capacity today .”

As he spoke, he put the ink folding fan aside in a chic manner, held the pot handle, put the slender spout to the thin lips, raised his slender neck, and heartily poured the thick sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing into his mouth. There was a faint light on Chu Ji's slightly surprised face.

On the contrary, Jun Fangbai's free and easy made Chu Ji feel admiration in his heart. After staring at Jun Fangbai until he drank a pot of wine to the bottom, he raised his lips without concealing his appreciation, and said sincerely, "It's refreshing enough."

Jun Fang knocked the jug on the table with a bang, and there were still crystal clear drops of wine on his lips. Hearing Chu Ji's praise, he accepted it unceremoniously, "That's natural."

There is a lot of heroism between one person and one sentence. Chu Ji couldn't help but change his view of the king. He thought that although he was a bit outspoken, he also followed his words, so he was a gentleman.

Serving wine and food was hearty, there was endless singing and laughter outside, and there were thick voices of flirting and cursing from time to time, but after Jun Fangbai apologized with wine, Chu Ji no longer hesitated to be trapped in this place place.

The so-called pure heart and as few desires are in one heart word. If his state of mind changes because he is in a place where the red waves are rolling, that is a taboo in Taoism.

After drinking for three rounds, half of the dishes on the table were consumed, but Jun Fangbai insisted on adding vegetables to Chu Ji's bowl, no matter what Chu Ji tried to stop him, he would not stop, probably because he was really a little drunk.

Chu Ji was planning to ask someone to carry the drunk Jun Fangbai out, when Jun Fangbai suddenly stood up, his face was flushed, his watery eyes fell on Chu Ji's face, and he immediately showed a bright smile , the black robe sets off the white face, and the whole person exudes a strange beauty.

"Daoist." Jun Fangbai was in a daze, as if he was very drunk, and suddenly jumped on Chu Ji's body. Chu Ji wanted to hide, but if he did, Jun Fangbai would definitely fall, so he had to Raising his arms to hug him, Jun Fangbai was even more rude, and fell into Chu Ji's arms, almost sitting on Chu Ji's body.

Chu Ji pushed, but did not push the drunkard, "Get up."

"Master Daoist," Jun Fang smiled idiotically, Chu Ji's handsome eyebrows were reflected in his shimmering eyes, "You still dare to say that you are not as good as Long Yang, look, you have already caught me."

Chu Ji didn't expect that his good intentions would be misinterpreted, and he was so angry that he wanted to push Jun Fangbai away. Jun Fangbai was more flexible than him, and his movements were so light that he left his embrace. Clinging to Chu Ji's shoulders, he pretended to hang on Chu Ji's body.

Chu Ji felt overwhelmed, stood up hastily, stretched out his hand to grab the drunk man behind him, his voice was a little angry and helpless, "Jun Fangbai, you'd better come down for me."

"I don't," the answer was smooth, and while Chu Ji stood up, he climbed onto Chu Ji's back with all his hands and feet, "Daoist, why don't you carry me."

Being entangled with a drunk is really not Chu Ji's style. He took Jun Fangbai's hand and was about to throw him off, but he found that Jun Fangbai's hand was cold, like ice cubes in a cold cellar. The temperature was so low that Chu Ji frowned, paused his movements, and asked, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Although Jun Fangbai likes to cling to him on a regular basis, he has never had any substantial contact with him. Now that he holds his hands together, he realizes that Jun Fangbai's body temperature is much lower than that of ordinary people.

"I can't drink alcohol." Jun Fangbai gasped on his neck, different from the coldness of his palm, the breath coming out of his mouth was very warm, brushing against Chu Ji's skin intentionally or unintentionally, making Chu Ji Ji froze involuntarily.

Hearing what Jun Fangbai said clearly, Chu Ji held his hand a little less, and his tone was a bit complicated, "You can't drink and you still drink so much?"

"To make amends for the Taoist priest," Jun Fangbai murmured, wrapping tightly around Chu Ji's back, "drinking this little wine is nothing."

There was an intoxicating smile in his words, and Chu Ji's original thought of pulling him off his body seemed to dissipate in his laughter, and he couldn't help turning his face to the side to see the expression on Jun Fangbai's face at this moment, but It's a pity it can't be done.

"Can't you come down?" Chu Ji gave an ultimatum in a deep voice.

Jun Fangbai clasped his arms even tighter, his long legs were wrapped tightly around Chu Ji's waist, like a clinging beast clinging to a big tree, and he was content to use his furry head on this tree. Dashu rubbed against his neck.

Chu Ji had nothing to do with him, thought and thought, sighed helplessly, put his hands around Jun Fangbai's knees, lifted him up, and carried him firmly on his back, "Hold your hands tightly, I won't fall if I fall I'll take care of you."

The person behind him heard that his eyes were as bright as stars, not half drunk, he buried his head in Chu Ji's shoulder blades with a silent smile, and rubbed his head as an answer.

Chu Ji was tickled by his movements, and clicked his tongue, "Don't move around."

I don't know if his warning had an effect, or the person on the back has fallen asleep, Jun Fang Baiguo really obediently let him stride forward with Chu Ji on his back with a sullen face, and he didn't care about his face, he gritted his teeth The door of the wing opened.

There are lingering sounds outside, crowds of people are moving, it is already night, but the flowers are full of buildings, but it seems that it has just entered the daytime, young men in rich clothes, charming beauties, literati, poets, confidante, gathered in this extravagant place, singing and singing, resounding through the sky.

Chu Ji's face was as sinking as water, and he walked steadily through the side rooms with intertwined cups, the exquisite corridors, and the resplendent lobby, ignoring the curious, mocking, or ambiguous eyes of the people passing by during the long journey. The breeze that is not stained with dust in the world, Xiao Su is handsome.

The tea-and-white blue dress is particularly conspicuous among the various costumes, and behind him is the black-and-white patterned silver robe that is the exact opposite of it. The two are very different but strangely harmonious, as if they should be one.

Chu Ji just calmly ignored the singing and singing in Huamanlou, and focused on the man lying behind him who seemed to be asleep.

When they got out of Huamanlou, they found the carriage when they came. The girl who welcomed them in an hour ago still waved a handkerchief to him flirtatiously, "Mr. Jun, Mr. Chu, come back next time."

Chu Ji threw the drunk black-robed man on the cushion of the carriage, and was aggrieved by the flickering yellow candlelight, "If you dare to bring me to such a place again, don't blame me for being rude."

Naturally, his threats did not get any response from the sleepy person. Jun Fangbai lazily turned over to avoid Chu Ji's gaze. His eyes were particularly bright in the candlelight, and his fingertips were slightly crushed. In the end, his curved eyes were in a good mood. laugh.

The author has something to say:

Okay, our lovely trail leader was cheated by the big white rabbit again ok