Daoist, I am not fragrant!

The red bean paste is wrapped in the white meringue, the golden nuts are served with soft rice cakes, and the mellow apricot cheese is served in a red cup, reflecting the candlelight under Xiaoxuan's window.

It seemed that the spring night was still slightly cool. Zhong Tang was wearing Li Bizhi's dark blue Taoist robe, and was lazily leaning on the wooden chair under the crabapple tree. He took it out of the food box, and within a short while, the petals of crabapple fell on it.

Not far away, the yellow raccoon meowed around the small bamboo stool, while Wei Yiyuan was standing on it, raising his hand to the flower branch of the crabapple tree, and hanging a lantern with only a little yellow cat painted on it.

After hanging up, he held the yellow raccoon to the side of the lantern and asked if he liked it.

Zhong Tang looked sideways at them, picked up a roll of bean paste and put it to his lips, muttering in distaste: "Childish."

The east wind came with the rising new moon, and Li Bizhi, who had been busy all day with Wenwei, finally stepped on the moonlight and returned to his small courtyard with begonia blossoms.

Zhong Tang seemed to have heard his footsteps, or just felt it in his heart, turning around at this moment, he saw the Tsing Yi Taoist standing in front of the flowers under the moon.

An indescribable emotion surged up in his heart, and the black hair on his crooked head slipped away with the Taoist robe on his shoulders, but Zhong Tang didn't care, he just got off the wooden chair and turned to Li Bi. step by step.

"Brother is back."

He raised the corners of his lips and spoke in a low voice. Li Bizhi's hand reached to his shoulder, pulled up the robe again, and then smoothed his slightly messy hair.

"Well, I'm back."

"It's good to be back, the second senior brother is really good at torturing people." Zhong Tang complained in a low voice, took the initiative to hold Li Bizhi's cool hand, clasped his ten fingers together very naturally, and then pulled Daoist Li to the courtyard Going over: "I still keep the dim sum I brought back from the shop today, senior brother, come eat with me."

"En." There was another short reply, but Li Bizhi's eyes kept falling on Zhong Tang's body, and the east wind kept blowing off the petals of begonias, floating around the two of them.

In Li Bizhi's eyes, this short journey seemed to be stretched out like time.

Zhong Tang always seemed to like to hold his hand.When we met for the first time, the little soft ball under the crabapple tree would stretch out soft fingers to hook his fingers.

Later, Xiao Tuanzi grew up to be a young boy, and he always liked to sleep among the branches of Begonia. Hold Li Bizhi's hand tightly.

At the time of the helpless separation, he personally stabbed the wooden sword into Zhong Tang's heart, and the blood stained the yellow sand under their feet, but until the last moment, before all consciousness was about to dissipate, he felt Zhong Tang His hand fell into his palm weakly.

When they reunited three years later, he decided to seal Li Sha in his body to face the destiny that was destined to come.So he restrained, he forbeared, he locked all his feelings in his heart, but in the end he couldn't fight and couldn't hide it, so he could only tightly hold Zhong Tang's hand again, protecting him in the center of his arms.

Now everything is passing by like a cloud of smoke, Zhong Tang's hand is still in his, and they can still stand under the crabapple tree, facing the east wind in the early spring of Lin'an City.

All the good things seem unreal, but they are not dreams either.

"Senior brother, senior brother?" Sensing Li Bizhi's distraction, Zhong Tang couldn't help leaning towards him and calling twice, and when Li Bizhi suddenly regained his senses and wanted to speak, he gave another piece of sweet soft cake to him. into his mouth.

Li Bizhi tasted the sweetness on his tongue, and looked down slightly to meet Zhong Tang's smiling eyes.

"Brother, what are you thinking, is my pastry delicious?"

"Delicious." The faint scent of flowers envelops the crispy dough, which is exactly the taste of the crabapple cake, Li Bizhi said in a low voice, and then sat back on the wooden chair with Zhongtang in his arms.

It's a pity that Zhong Tang didn't want to sit down obediently, instead he kept rubbing against his arms, and in the end Li Bizhi also tilted his body under the pressure, and half-lyed down on the wooden chair with his arms around him.

The stretched branches and flourishing flower clusters of the crabapple tree covered most of the night sky above the small courtyard.The two looked up and looked around, and it was difficult to see a few stars, but they saw the small lights hanging by Wei Yiyuan.

The dim light shone on the Tang flowers, creating a faint warmth. Zhong Tang lay comfortably in Li Bizhi's arms, suddenly feeling his heart was filled with something.

"It's... so good..."

He murmured to himself, but it attracted Li Bizhi to kiss him lightly on the forehead. The fragrance of crabapple flowers blended with the Taoist priest's cold breath, and they were inseparable - and they would never be separated again.

From the turret in the east, there was a sudden burst of drumming, and the already bustling streets and alleys in Lin'an City suddenly became more noisy, and the joyous sound also spread to the Golden Crow Temple separated by a wall. Zhong Tang knew that it was Da Chong's Spring Festival message.

In this seemingly endless prosperous world, in this seemingly endless world of mortals, Zhong Tang and Li Bi embraced each other, smiled slightly, kissed deeply, and whispered softly again.

"That's great—"

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The author has something to say:

At this point, the story of the goblin and Li Zai'er really ends

This book... In fact, I had high hopes for it at the beginning. I originally wanted to use it as the beginning of a series of articles, but it was a pity that I couldn't write it well.

At that time, some introductions were left, such as the truth about the former prince in the Yuanyu unit, such as the identity of the yellow raccoon, etc., and new pits may be opened in the future, but Yaya feels that if he wants to write Gudan, he still has to Sharpen your skills~

If you still want to read stories related to the Golden Crow Temple, you can go to the special column to collect it, Huang Lier’s daily life of the Golden Crow~ [But that may take a while, think about it, and then open it

Next, the new article will still focus on [The Sick Beauty of the Republic of China], hhhhhh, the name Yaya makes my back numb once I read it, but it fits the taste very well!

It may still be a unit story, but this time I want to try to let them fall in love and live a good life. It should be a supernatural little sweet story that is partial to the daily life of the Republic of China?

In short, everyone is welcome to collect~

I would also like to thank everyone who has followed up here, thank you!

The sick beauty who was crazy in the Republic of China

Sweet pet supernatural unit essay in the Republic of China

A local tyrant spoils his wife, a mad dog attacks a sick and weak beauty under the age of x

Recently, there was a romantic incident in Yunyang City. Qi Shensheng, the second young master of the Qi family, who was crazy and ruthless, bought an expensive small western-style mansion in the west of the city, and locked up a sick beauty.

Anyone who has seen this sick beauty said that although this beauty is not young, she is really beautiful. No wonder the crazy second young master is fascinated.

But everyone who has heard about this sick beauty said that there was a knife on Sezi's head, and the crazy second young master three years ago, but he had a big fall on this beauty-not to mention losing all his wealth and property, and was also killed by him. Blind one eye.

Now everyone understood, no wonder Qi Chensheng wanted to lock him up in the building, he was afraid that he would keep him tortured every day.

The beauty Wang Luan, who was being "tortured", was wrapped in a sable fur coat from Russia and held a small silver-covered stove in his hand. He coughed twice with an itchy throat, and someone put the soup in a foreign glass cup and delivered it to his lips. side.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he heard the man's stern laugh: "Ninth brother, you should drink up. If the disease is not cured, how can I be willing to ask you for debts?"

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1. HE, 1V1, under the year, reunite after a broken mirror, but not abuse

2. Overhead Republic of China, don't study the evidence

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