Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Her hair was like ink satin, moist and smooth, Ye Wuchen wrapped the handkerchief in her hand with spiritual power and gently steamed her hair.

Mo Yun fell into deep self-doubt.

According to his fantasy, now he should strip the master to only his inner garment, and then, um, hug him very innocently.

He also didn't dare to have charming thoughts, one is that the master now only regards him as a blackened apprentice; the other is that he dare not.

"All right."

Ye Wuchen threw away the towel, and combed his fingers down his hair. Mo Yun's hair was silky smooth, passing through his fingers like silk passing through his hands, so he couldn't help combing it a few more times.

After finishing his hand addiction, Ye Wuchen carried him back to the bed, went downstairs and asked Xiaoer to bring up several buckets of water, brought a pot of Yunwu tea, ordered a few snacks and put them on the table, then hid behind the screen to take a bath went.

Mo Yun was still annoyed, he tugged at his dry hair in frustration, feeling that what he did just now was shameless, and also regretted that he didn't do it directly.

On the screen, the huts are sketched with ink and wash, the distant mountains are like Daisy, and the silk cloth is waxed and engraved with gray and moist colors. At a glance, you can see the blurred figures in the faint water mist.

Mo Yun quickly turned his face away, and turned to nibble on the snacks on the table.

He touched a piece of sugar-steamed shortbread cheese and put it in his mouth, his eyes still unconsciously drifted towards the screen, Ye Wuchen was leaning against the side of the tub, his black hair loose, his arms slightly raised, paddling the water in the bucket.

Mo Yun hurriedly stuffed a few pieces of chestnut flour cake into his mouth, swallowed it before chewing it completely, choked hard, he held the table and coughed twice, hugged the teapot to the spout and poured it down for himself , and because he drank too much, he was choked.

"Cough, cough."

Mo Yun's face was flushed red from the choking. He grabbed the table and wanted to squat down, but he forgot that he was sitting on a chair, so he accidentally kicked the foot of the stool, and fell on all fours with the stool.

Ye Wuchen heard the noise outside, put on a bathrobe and ran out in a panic, helped up Mo Yun who had fallen on his back, held back the twitching corners of his mouth, and asked warmly: "Is it okay?"

He didn't have time to wipe his hair, and drops of water soaked in spices rolled down his hair.

When Mo Yun glanced over, his already red face became twice red, and his pair of dark eyes dared not look anywhere.

"belch."

In the silence, Mo Yun burped in confusion.

Ye Wuchen: "Are you all right?"

Mo Yun shook his head and secretly glanced at him.

He was dizzy all over, and before his head could react, his body hiccupped spontaneously.

Mo Yun: "..."

Ye Wuchen hesitated slightly, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly."

Then he hid back in the screen again, took off his clothes, soaked in the tub again, controlled the water in the tub a little boringly, and rolled out layers of waves.

There are still many doubts about this trip, why did Mo Yun change into a red dress, what exactly does that space do, why did he meet "Ye Xiaoyu".

Outside, Mo Yun shyly buried his face in his palms, like a big girl with a yellow flower peeking at the boy she likes.

Mo Yun was shy and irritable, his face was hot and red, he felt that he was about to be evaporated.

"belch."

Mo Yun: "..."

He decided to go outside to blow some air and calm down.

It is evening now, and the light red clouds outside cover the sky, and the sun sets in the west, and half of the body shines brightly.

Mo Yun ran out of the guest room lightly, went downstairs and asked Xiao Er for a piece of acacia cake, and then went for a walk to the street.

Seeing the child's flushed face, Xiao Er thought he had a fever, so he gave some instructions, but Mo Yun didn't bother to listen, and trotted all the way out of the inn.

Xiao Er had no choice but to check the ledger and went upstairs to find Ye Wuchen.

"Guest, your child has run out."

Ye Wuchen who paddled silently: "?"

He sighed, the appointed man changed his clothes, opened the door, thanked Xiao Er, and hurried downstairs.

Xiao Er: "I see that your child is blushing very much, as if he is sick, why don't I find you a doctor?"

Ye Wuchen waved his hand, "He choked himself."

Xiangjian Town has the habit of setting up a night market. In the evening, many people have already pulled over to the stall, occupied the seats, and started to fiddle with their goods.

A carriage came up ahead, occupying a lot of space, a few people got on and off the carriage, and began to tinker with the body, Ye Wuchen looked at it for a while inexplicably, but couldn't see any way, so he stepped up to find his apprentice.

Finding someone is a tricky job.Ye Wuchen focused his eyes on the candy stalls, and he would take a look at any candied haws and candied people.

Sure enough, he caught Mo Yun at a booth selling sugar paintings.

Mo Yunqie was waiting for the old man's sugar painting, and caught off guard the smell of pork belly spice. He turned his head abruptly, and shouted in a beating voice, "Master... hiccup."

Ye Wuchen: "Yes."

The blush on his face subsided a little, leaving only a little soft red, and his body unconsciously twitched with the sound of hiccups.

Ye Wuchen patted him on the head: "Eat more slowly next time."

Mo Yun: "Hi~ um..."

Lose someone!

Ye Wuchen: "Why is your face red again? Is there any discomfort?"

Mo Yun quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, it's a bit hot..."

It just so happened that a cool breeze blew at this time, Mo Yun unconsciously shivered, and tightened his collar by the way.

Mo Yun: "..."

He quickly changed the subject: "Master, do you want to eat?"

Ye Wuchen glanced at the sugar painting that the old man was drawing, and he saw a familiar name: "Ye Wuchen".

This glance made him take two steps back, trembling in his heart.

Should he eat it?

Mo Yun noticed his tiny movements, and suddenly realized something, and quickly explained: "Master, hiccup, Master, this is for you."

Ye Wuchen smiled gently: "I have a heart."

Do you think I will believe you!

The old man handed the sugar painting to Mo Yun, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyes: "It's delicious!"

Mo Yun glanced at Ye Wuchen, who wished to escape back to the Immortal Sword Gate, and felt bitter: "...Thank you."

He didn't dare to eat the sugar painting in front of the deity, so he could only pass it to Ye Wuchen as a filial piety, and then randomly took a sugar painting rabbit stuck in the cotton cloth, paid the money in a hurry, and fooled Ye Wuchen Go shopping with him.

Ye Wuchen was holding the sugar painting, feeling flustered, hesitating whether to take a bite, and at the same time unconsciously trying to figure out what the protagonist was thinking.

According to the current blackening value of the protagonist, he should not do any good things to himself, so it makes people feel frightened that he asked for such a candy painting purpose.

While thinking, Ye Wuchen had already bit on it, and the "click" frightened him a lot.

He knows!The protagonist is hinting to himself that one day he will be snapped.

Ye Wuchen burst into tears in his heart.

Mo Yun ate the candy rabbit two or three times, quietly glanced at the dull Ye Wuchen, and sighed inwardly.

No matter what he does, the master will preconceive that he has evil intentions...

As night fell and the street lights came on, the town gradually became lively and people came. Although the street layout was not as prosperous as that of the Qiqiao Festival, it still had a special flavor.

There was a very lively place, where the carriage stopped before, Ye Wuchen took Mo Yun and stood outside the crowd.

A hollow was dug in the wall of the carriage, filled with white cloth, and warm yellow lights were lit inside, and the people behind controlled the villain's actions on the white cloth, whether angry or angry, or laughing or wrestling.

Shadow play.

Mo Yun was completely blocked by the crowd, he couldn't see what was inside, he could only hear the exclamation of the crowd and the narration, so he tugged at Ye Wuchen's sleeve and asked, "Master, what are you doing here?"

No one answered.

When Mo Yun was about to ask again, his body had already risen into the air and was firmly hugged by Ye Wuchen.

He felt his head was smoking.

"It's a shadow play."

Ye Wuchen's voice rang in his ears.

Mo Yun stared at the shadow play in a daze, then touched his face, which was so hot that he could fry an egg, and said dryly, "Master, let me down."

Ye Wuchen paused and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Mo Yun nodded guiltily.

He, he, he is the main god who has lived for hundreds of years, how, how can he take advantage of the master like this.

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to put him down, and continued to move forward with him.

The street lights are bright, and the singing and dancing are on the rise. There are jugglers on one side, and opera singers on the other side.Mo Yun blushed, and foolishly followed Ye Wuchen, like a newly married young woman following her husband out to meet her mother-in-law.

"elder brother!"

"Ok?"

A person jumped out in front of Ye Wuchen, looking at him with a smile.

"Ayrin?"

"It's me, brother."

The flush on Mo Yun's face quickly receded, and he stared dissatisfiedly at this alien visitor.

Ailin brought a plate of crispy abalone overflowing with milky aroma. It was made of egg white cream, put sucrose into it, and squeezed it onto the plate after it condensed. While squeezing, it rotated. texture, hence the name.

"Brother, my mother did it."

Ye Wuchen didn't answer, he looked around, and touched Aylin's head casually: "How is your mother?"

"Thanks to brother's white vein grass and the elixir, mother's health is already very good!"

Ayrin's eyes reflected the light, shining brightly, really cute.

He handed the plate to Ye Wuchen, and led the two of them to a small stall by the river, surrounded by a few children, noisy.

"Mother!"

The beautiful woman at the booth raised her head, but before she could answer, she was taken away by the child next to her.

"I want more!"

"Me too, squeeze a little more, okay?"

"Sister, I want three copies."

The beautiful woman quickly looked away and handed the crispy drops to the group of children.

"All, all."

Ai Lin smiled at Ye Wuchen: "My mother is a little busy, brother, is the crispy delicious?"

Ye Wuchen smiled apologetically, and pointed to Mo Yun: "He ate."

Mo Yun swallowed the crisps into his mouth, and the milky fragrance filled his mouth. He licked his mouth after eating, pulled Ye Wuchen's sleeve seriously, and complained against his conscience: "It's not delicious."

Coincidentally, Ai Lin happened to hand another plate to Ye Wuchen, and he smiled after eating, "Your mother is very good at cooking."

Then, he looked down at Mo Yun inexplicably: "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Mo Yun stuck out his tongue depressedly: "No, I just think this is delicious..."

Ye Wuchen looked down at him, smiled fatherly, led Mo Yun to the booth, ordered a portion of Disu, and paid for three portions.

The beautiful woman stared at him blankly, then shifted her gaze to Mo Yun, and suddenly asked, "Three, three?"

"Ah? No."

Ye Wuchen smiled and pulled Ai Lin over to explain to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman smiled relievedly: "That's right, but Xianjun is also my benefactor, and these three drops of crisps should be regarded as a thank you gift."

After finishing speaking, the beautiful woman blushed and said with self-reproach: "Look at my mouth, how can the grace of saving my life be paid for with three pieces of crisps, it's really..."

Ye Wuchen still put the broken silver on the booth, and said warmly: "It's a little effort, don't worry about it."

The beautiful woman was suddenly shy, blushing, and said in a nonchalant way: "Xianjun is so handsome."

She said that Ye Wuchen couldn't catch up for a while, so she took the plate of dripping crisps with a little embarrassment, and said "Thank you".

Mo Yun swallowed the crisps in one gulp as usual, and looked at the beautiful woman with unkind eyes, feeling inexplicably familiar with her.

The beautiful woman was still shy, twisting her waist and covering her mouth, showing a charming and charming style.

Ayrin: "Mother!"

"Ah, oh." The beautiful woman finally restrained herself, but she still reluctantly looked at Ye Wuchen with winking eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and her words were all dignified: "I'm sorry."

Ye Wuchen took two steps back spontaneously, took Mo Yun's hand calmly, responded politely, and turned around to leave.

This woman is so scary!

"Xianjun!"

"elder brother!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Ye Wuchen paused, and turned his head slightly: "It's late at night, we should go back and rest."

However, Ai Lin quickly grabbed his sleeves: "Brother, I, my mother, she went through some things a few years ago, she was so offensive, please don't take it to heart."

The surrounding lights are bright, the singing is soft or charming, Ye Wuchen blurted out:

"What happened?"

After reacting, he immediately shook his head: "No, no, it's nothing."

Ayrin looked at him for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "It's okay."

"what……"

Ye Wuchen's conscience suddenly ached, he let Ailin pull him back to the booth, sat on the marble slab by the river, hugged the dissatisfied Mo Yun, and whispered: "What's wrong?"

Ailin looked at the crescent moon in the distance, and smiled at him, his bright black eyes filled with melancholy: "Mother, she was once a prostitute in...a brothel, and her mind was broken..."

Ye Wuchen quickly interrupted him: "I didn't ask this."

"But brother, I want to tell you."

Ayrin turned to look at him, and said sincerely, "Brother, can you listen?"

Ye Wuchen is not a gossip person, he hesitated for a while, but he heard Ai Lin continue to say: "Daddy redeemed her from the brothel, and found that mother still regarded him as a prostitute. People behave softly."

After Ai Lin finished speaking, his face was relieved, he looked at Ye Wuchen with a smile, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you brother for listening."

Ye Wuchen smacked his lips, he didn't know what mood he was in for a moment, he looked back at the busy beautiful woman, and easily tied Mo Yun's hair.

"Master, it hurts..."

Mo Yun looked back pitifully, trying to save his hair from Ye Wuchen's hands.

Ailin looked at this scene and smiled: "Brother, don't blame yourself."

Ye Wuchen quickly let go of Mo Yun's hair, and whispered "Sorry" in his ear, Mo Yun's back stiffened instantly because of his apology, and his ears were familiar.