Advise Qingshan

With Xianjun's strong order, Wen Xing was finally willing to live a little better, and lay still on the soft pillow.

He was at the end of his strength, and his body was exhausted as early as when he was under the Zhangjiang River. At this time, he was wrapped in a quilt, and Xianjun also used a spell to warm the cotton wool, like a cloud wrapped around his body, and he was thick for a while. The tiredness surged straight up, and he almost fell asleep immediately.

But Wen Xing opened a pair of empty eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and he stubbornly looked in Ye Zhu's direction.

It was as if Xianjun would run away while he was asleep.

Of course Ye Zhuo would not run away, he secretly felt it was funny, his heart was so soft, he lifted his robe, sat down next to Wen Xing, reached out to touch his long hair, and wrote, "Huh? Why don't you sleep? What's wrong?" Comfortable?"

Wen Xing didn't answer, but when he finished the last stroke and was about to withdraw his hand, he held Ye Ju's hand instead.

— in a firm, interlocking gesture.

This act of holding back was completely a subconscious reaction, but as soon as he held it on, Wen Xing woke up, realized that the move was inappropriate, stepped away like an electric shock, shook his head slightly, and wrote, "I'm not uncomfortable."

Ye Zhuo's hand was still on his hair, Wen Xing shook his head, and rubbed Xianjun's palm slightly.

Now Ye Chuan is not at ease anymore.

The little elder of Xiaquan Palace usually wears neat clothes, and when his clothes are wrinkled and meticulous, he adopts an elegant and inviolable posture.But at this moment, he was huddled on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, his thin hair was scattered around his cheeks, his cheeks were still flushed with the flush from the bath, and his whole body suddenly softened.

Ye Zhuo pinched the corner of the quilt, tucked up the air leak for him, held Wen Xing's hand very gently, lay down beside him, and sighed

"Don't go, go to sleep, and when you wake up, I will take you to the street to play."

Maybe he sensed that Xianjun was right next to him, and the feeling of being protected was too comfortable. Wen Xing leaned against him through the quilt, with the top of his head resting on Ye Zhuo's waistline. After a while, he finally fell asleep. caught.

So Ye Zhuo took off his veil and began to look at this disciple carefully.

Wen Xing really looks good.

In fact, judging from Ye Zhuo's thousands of years of facial appearance, each type of person has different characteristics. Sometimes he can guess the life of others just by looking at his face.For example, the monks who cross the moon in a long boat should be gentler, and the sword cultivators in Xiaquan Palace have more cold and evil eyes.

In the same way, experience will also shape the appearance on the other hand. Children who have not suffered hardships and those who are used to hard work, those who are good at dancing with long sleeves and those who are taciturn, and those who practice swords and those who practice essays, all look different.

But Wen Xing is different, his appearance is not so much deserted as it is noble, especially when he is lying here with a faint smile on his brows and eyes, he has a pleasant gentleness.Ye Zhuo looked at him and always felt that something was wrong, because if he was only asked to look at his face, he would guess that Wen Xing should be the little prince of a royal and wealthy family, and there was an older brother who doted on him and was in charge of state affairs, so he went to write about it. Appreciating poems and paintings, occasionally appearing to choke on my brother, begging for a courtier who made a mistake.

In short, Wen Xing should be like that kind of child who was raised in the pile of beauty and never seen the filth in the world.

Ye Zhuo sighed, deeply felt that he was really bad, Wen Xing didn't sleep just now, he wanted him to sleep, but now that he fell asleep, he was very itchy and wanted to harass him, so he stared at him peacefully Steady, he quietly reached out and poked his face.

Looking at the small dimple, Ye Zhu stretched out both hands and pressed a symmetrical dimple for him.

Wen Xing was really tired, so he didn't wake up.

Ye Zhuo was confident, and watched Wen Xing up and down.

They stay in the formation for a long time, and they are getting closer to their own appearance. For example, now, Wen Xing seems to have shrunk to fifteen or sixteen years old. He is so tender that he can squeeze out water. He uses a very dependent posture Curled up next to Xianjun, Ye Zhuo could touch the long black hair as soon as he stretched out his hand, he just looked at him like that, and he didn't do anything, just sat with him for an entire afternoon.

When the sun was setting and the sun was setting, Xianjun finally had enough of reading, and planned to get up and make some food to feed the little apprentice.

He carefully moved away from Wen Xing's side, but what was strange was that Wen Xing had clearly slept soundly just now, and Ye Zhu hadn't completely stood up when he woke up.

The elder who had just woken up didn't know what night it was. He blinked blankly, as if he didn't understand why his eyes were dark, he couldn't hear anything, and the fairy beside him was gone.

For a moment, he almost thought that he was still in the white prison where the sun could not shine.

As a result, the flush on his cheeks caused by the good sleep quickly faded away, and subconsciously, he was about to put on the face of a model disciple who had no desires, no desires, and was clear and cold.

Ye Zhuo was frightened to death, grabbed his hand, took him into his arms, and wrote, "I'm still there, I want to cook for you."

Wen Xing was embraced by him, and his fingers were pressed against Xianjun's chest. A little warmth came from between his fingers through the material of the clothes. However, with such a little warmth, he suddenly felt relieved, and only then did he realize how ambiguous and uneasy this posture was. Move your fingers, retract them, and write

"Um"

Normal people become blind and deaf, and it is inevitable to panic for a while. However, Wen Xing seems to have fully accepted the fact that his vision and hearing are limited, except for Wei Cong, but he has never been good at expressing his emotions. Ye Zhuo I can't tell whether he is afraid or not, but looking at it this way, he is actually still afraid.

So Ye Zhuo swallowed what he wanted to tell him to wait, he pinched Wen Xing's face, smiled, and asked him, "I need a cooking helper, would you like to come with me?"

So Wen Xing was led to the kitchen by him.

As the old saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and a monk is ashamed to eat five grains.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, Ye Zhuo is more than just a gentleman, he is simply a fairy, but he just thinks that cooking fireworks is interesting and fun, and he has a cooking skill that is beyond the reach of cooks. Wen Xing is different, he He had been bigu for a long time, and guessed that he didn't even know how long it would take for the meat to be cooked, so Ye Zhuo looked around and couldn't find anything that Wen Xing could cook.

You say let him start the fire, if the kitchen is blown up, the neighbors will be disturbed, you say wash the vegetables, the water is too cold in winter, if it turns red from freezing, Wen Xing will definitely not complain, but Ye Zhuo is reluctant , You say ask him to cut vegetables, he can't see and hear, so if it happens to him, Ye Zhu will throw away the kitchen knife in anger.

He pondered for a while, finally pulled out a basin, and asked him sincerely, "Do you want to play with noodles?"

Wen Xing nodded hesitantly.

The little elder lacked common sense in eating. Ye Zhu even suspected that the food in Xiaquan Palace was monotonous. He might have eaten noodles once or twice, and he didn't know how the noodles were made. So when Ye Zhu pressed his hand into the flour, , Wen Xing is completely stupid.

He didn't seem to understand what these fine powders were. He rubbed his fingers stiffly, but he didn't dare to write on Ye Ju with his hands that were stained, so he froze there.

Ye Zhuo let out a muffled laugh, and took his hand, "It's okay, I can write, it doesn't matter."

"That's flour, I add salt and water now, and it's gluten-like, and then you knead the powder and flour together, and that's it."

What he said is simple, in fact, kneading dough is also a technical job, and the palm should be pressed evenly in the middle. Wen Xing did it for the first time, and it was completely incomprehensible. dough.

Ye Zhuozhe watched him knead while frying the vegetables, and saw that he seemed to be struggling with the flour, so he stopped his hands and looked at him with his face propped up. As a result, Wen Xing kneaded more and more anxiously. He showed a frustrated and aggrieved look.

——The dignified Elder Xiaquan was actually stopped by a noodle cake, and he was still in front of Xianjun's eyes!

Ye Zhuo was so sluggish, seeing that his apprentice couldn't knead well, the more he laughed, the happier he became. Finally, he realized his conscience, coughed, walked behind Wen Xing, and wrote, "Let me teach you."

So Wen Xing took a step sideways, wanting to make way for him, Ye Zhuo held him down, pretending to be serious, "I'm teaching you, not me doing it."

Wen Xing didn't know why, but he still stood there and didn't move.

So Ye Zhuo knocked his chin on the top of his head, wrapped his long arms around his shoulders, and held Wen Xing's hand in an embracing posture.

Wen Xing's face turned red.

His fingers are nimble, and it doesn't feel like a burden to hold Wen Xing. The flour that was still sticky all over the place just now is as good as death, and they have gathered into balls.

Ye Zhuo held a serious face, so that it really looked like a master was preaching and teaching, and he said carefully, "This way, this way, and then this way."

When it was over, he still tilted his head innocently, and asked Wen Xing, who was about to bury his face in the basin, "Have you learned it yet?"

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After watching the face-to-face video, I didn't learn it... the elder probably won't learn it either.